October 9 features what we hope is a one-time event–promises, promises.
On Writing or Having a Blog
There are many hard things in the path of life. Saying I'm sorry. Asking forgiveness. Admitting fear. Having your favorite TV show pre-empted by a not-so
And, if you have a blog page, writing something on a regular schedule (oh, let's pick twice a week as a totally arbitrary number) that's clear, intelligent and fulfills its purpose is on that hard things list. And then getting it posted on time really ratchets the pressure.
Actually, those two paragraphs are an infinite loop. Fear. Forgiveness. Writing. Delay. Posting. Fear. Forgiveness. Posting. Delay Etc. Etc. It's sort of like the five stages of grieving, only not limited to five steps.
Back in the day, when the world was pure and this blog was a shiny new toy, there was a lot to write about, it seemed. There were pages devoted to photography, food, stories, and old cartoons and postings. Alas, those days are gone as I stopped taking pictures, stopped looking at cookbooks except as a source for a specific recipe, and cut back on story writing in favor of poetry. Cartoons are still conceived, but execution takes a lot longer. And then the loop repeats again Fear. Sorrow. Boredom. Delay. Sorry, that's a different list. Top
A new holiday popped up on my calendar–
discovery of America by some European guys.
Well, I say more power to 'em. Columbus has done nothing for my life, and the areas I've lived (with the exception of Southwest Ohio) was never anyplace that native Americans lived, so I have no personal connection to either side. In fact, I think we should just have
America Day and celebrate whenever we or our ancestors got here, whether that's a millennium or a week ago, from wherever they came. I'm picturing a big food day, where you can have a pizza or a gyro with pemmican or squash and a beer. We can celebrate what brought us all together, and what each person or group added to the mix.
What I do like about the
usurpation of Columbus Day is how it fits into a fine old tradition of overwriting a previous culture's tradition. Christianity did it with Christmas. Jesus was no more born on December 25 than I was, but the Christians needed a holiday to get people away from Saturnalia, a very big Roman solstice festival, celebrated in December. One sadness is that Saturnalia was celebrated for seven days, where Christmas is only one. But the religious day pre-empted the holiday, and now Only strange anachronists celebrate Saturnalia. My favorite example of overriding is May Day, which began as a pagan spring (read–fertility) festival, especially in Germany, the British Isles and Northern Europe generally, but was turned into a celebration of the Virgin Mary (a really neat twist, don't you think?), which was especially popular in Russia. Well, come the Revolution and communism, the feast morphs into May Day, a celebration of the worker/proletariat. Not to be outdone, the Catholic Church revised its calendar, so May 1 becomes the feast of St. Joseph the Worker (a popular figure in Russia). It's like that game you play with a baseball bat to determine who bats first, where you try to get as close to the top knob as you can without putting your hand onto the knob.
For those of you who were worried about Mary losing this big day, don't worry. She still has lots of days. The Annunciation. The Assumption. The Immaculate Conception. Our Lady of Guadalupe, a Mexican celebration which celebrates the appearance of Mary to Juan Diego, who coincidentally enough, was an indigenous person. So celebrate as you will. What goes around comes around, sorta. Top
Some Good News
In reference to the disappearing back pages, someday soon one of the
back pages will reappear, dedicated to a long and glorious string of halloween cartoons from both Apt.123 and Fred the Flower. There will be an announcement to the right. So enjoy. Top
I have an active mind. Sometimes, it's so active I have to lie down to catch up to all these thoughts. One recent thought (which did not require lying down) was prompted by a TV host who breathlessly announced that something was
at least a century old! The thought? A century isn't what it used to be. I mean, a century ago from now is 1920. People had cars, there were airplanes, and movies; prohibition and voting rights were in place. Not really an old, antiquey world–just a predecessor to our modern world. . In fact, the jazz age (right around the corner in the 20's) was considered
modern. I know people who were alive a hundred years ago. They're all dead now, but still...
Now, when I was growing up, a hundred years ago then was the 1850's, before the civil war, before the American Centennial, before the transcontinental railroad. Slavery was still in place. People were as likely to have gold and silver in their pockets as they were to have folding money. Now that's old! Top