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Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Highways and Byways: At the End

By Maik Strosahl

It has been a tough year for many, but if you are reading this, you only have a few hours to make it across the threshold into a new year—one that hopefully we can shape a little more to our liking, but probably one that we will soon be glad to push away on our march through the years. Here is to blessings more than curses for 2021!


as you sit in darkness,
play with your reading glasses
and wait for the final chime,
take a moment to pause
on the white left on each page,
the falling curtain
of unblemished snow
upon this cruel year

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

As the World Turns:
For plenty to be thankful for in 2020

Collard greens and cornbread New Year

By Ed Rogers

I’ve got the blackeyed peas cooking this morning and later the collard greens and cornbread. I don’t know how many people do that each New Year’s Day, but it was a tradition in the South for my family and others, and it’s about the only tradition I carry on. In the hard times that was the only meal most people had down here, and it is said that if you honor the hard times on the first day of the year you’ll have plenty to be thankful for the rest of the year.

Copyright © 2020 by Ed Rogers

Sunday, December 29, 2019

All Over the Place:
New Year resolutions

These are your New Year resolutions, seriously

By Michael H. Brownstein





Open the window – smell the sweet sweat of sunshine.
Step to the curb – the trees flower within glitters of light.
Take a walk – everywhere the busy dance of squirrel and
Rabbit, vole and robin, ground hog and garden snake.
Do you not see the deer with its doe? The raccoon with its kits?

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A casualty of the cold

...or the holidays

By Moristotle

Is it wrong of me to feel sympathy (if not empathy*) for this stark casualty of the cold? But, wrong or not, I do somehow suffer at the sight....

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Seven Years Ago Today: Taking myself too seriously?

By Moristotle

[Originally published on January 6, 2011, with an additional reflection at the bottom.]

The episode of my new blog pic and its attendant quotations (from an old friend and from Henry James – another old friend of a sort) led to my realizing that I seem to have been taking myself a bit too seriously lately (and for who knows how long before that).

Friday, January 1, 2016

Did you do anything sexily spiritual at 12 last night?

Peggy Payne on that sort of thing

Noted by Morris Dean

With novelist Peggy Payne’s kind permission, we recommend her article, “The Sexy Spirituality of New Year’s Traditions,” published yesterday on her blog, Novels of Sex & Spirituality. Excerpt:

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Taking myself too seriously?

The episode of my new blog pic and its attendant quotations (from an old friend and from Henry James—another old friend of a sort) led to my realizing that I seem to have been taking myself a bit too seriously lately (and for who knows how long before that).
    Horace Fletcher (1849-1919) was known as "The Great Masticator," and according to something I read somewhere, Henry James followed his prescription to swallow thirty-times before swallowing. Seems to me that you should follow the same advice when reading my blog (or maybe any blog).

And, in the process, I may have hit on a third new year's resolution, if resolving to take oneself less seriously isn't a self-contradiction. (I'm not sure that it isn't.)

Monday, January 3, 2011

A new year's resolution (two of them!)

I didn't think I had any new year's resolutions, but this morning I realized that there's one I should make and try (yet again, for how many times?) to stick to:
Talk less, listen more.
And my wife suggested another one for me:
Write less, talk more!
I accept this in the spirit of self-improvement (especially when it comes to being a more companionable spouse).

I found the following links while searching for the graphic:

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A belated hogmanay

Dictionary.com's "Word of the Day for Friday, December 31, 2010" was
Hogmanay \hog-muh-NEY\
noun: 1. a gift given on New Year's Eve.
proper noun: 1. New Year's Eve in Scotland.
    Hogmanay is the name for Scottish New Year's Eve. It probably comes from the Old French aguillanneuf, "last day of the year."
The photo is of a Hogmanay celebration in Edinburgh. I recognize the castle from my 1965 time in Auld Reekie. In copping the photo, I also found "10 facts about Hogmanay":
  1. Many Scots still use Hogmanay to practice the tradition of first footing, when it is customary to visit a friend or neighbour just after midnight to celebrate the New Year. [I'm glad no one tried this with us last night; we were asleep by 8:30.] While the traditional gift of a lump of coal for the host's fire may not be as common as it once was, it's still bad luck to show up empty handed, so be sure to take along your tipple of choice.
  2. Edinburgh's Hogmanay celebrations were the site of the World Record for the largest country dance. 1914 people danced Strip The Willow at the "Night Afore Fiesta" on 30 December 2000.
  3. Mystery still surrounds the origin of the word "Hogmanay"....
My belated hogmanay1 to you is my wife's solution to today's cryptoquote:
Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man. – Benjamin Franklin
    I'm reasonably certain that Mr. Franklin meant "man" in the sense of human. I, at any rate, offer this hogmanay to women as well as to men.

Hogmanay, hogmanay, hogmanay! I love the way it's pronounced. It needs to be a rhyme word in a limerick. Unfortunately, my brief foray in rhyming dictionaries came up empty. I shouldn't let that be an unsurmountable obstacle—or not for my muse, anyroad. So, let's see whether she comes up with anything during this first day of the new year.
    You're free to challenge your own muse, too, of course. An entry from you could be your own belated hogmanay to me.
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  1. I've capitalized the word when it refers to the day, not when it refers to a gift for the day.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Happy Yuletie

At my office's party yesterday (in the same venue as last year's), someone complimented me on my tie. Without intending to pun, I said, "It's a Yule tie." I think her smile clued me that I'd made at least a sort of almost-homophonic pun.
    Yes, it's that time of year again, and we've received six or eight cards wishing us a few things from "Merry Christmas" and "Mele Kalikimaka" to a merry "Shakespeare Lover's Christmas" [in the shape of a pointed tree]:
A Bard in a Pear Tree
Two Star-Crossed Lovers
Three Friends, Romans, and Countrymen
...
Ten Lords a-Leaping
Eleven Ghosts a-Haunting
Twelfth Night Deceptions
[–from Allport Editions, Portland, Oregon])
    Even the unusual Shakespeare lover's Christmas card came in second, though, to a card whose commercial message is the generic "Happy Holidays" but whose personal note provokes serious thought:
Is it possible to request a blog entry, perhaps as a Christmas present to me? Imagine that you're an anthropologist from an atheistic society. You know nothing about Christmas. The blog entry is the field journal in which you record your observations.
                                    Ken
    All I will tell Ken at this point is that I'm collecting notes in my field journal. (12/26: The field journal entry has been published.)

Saturday, December 19, 2009

"Merry Christmas" / "Happy Holidays" / etc.

Life is already sad enough without its sadness's being compounded by "the holiday season." But the season is so entrenched as a traditional practice of wallowing in religiosity, nostalgia, and/or shopping, it isn't going to go away anytime soon.
    On Thursday at the holiday party where I work, a colleague greeted me with a hearty "Merry Christmas!" and I responded perversely with a less robust "Happy Holidays." We then proceeded to have a longer conversation than I would have expected, not because we got into a discussion about the discrepancy, but I think because the discrepancy made us ill at ease and created a need for us to demonstrate that we could still be friendly, despite it.
    At least, it made me ill at ease, since I was the perverse one. I kept thinking about why I'd not just replied in kind and avoided the contretemps, and wondered what she might be thinking about it. (I guess the only way to find out will be to ask her one day—perhaps by sending her a link to this post.)
    And I've kept thinking about it, and discovered an irony in the way holiday greetings are done. "Merry Christmas" is uttered (or said in greeting cards) by people who "believe in Christmas" (or not) and intend to celebrate it themselves (whether or not they believe in it), regardless of the beliefs or practices of those to whom they utter it.
    I replied "Happy Holidays" as a way—ineffective perhaps—of registering that I don't "believe in Christmas" and don't like to celebrate it. But it would actually have been more appropriate for me to tell her "Merry Christmas," since she presumably will celebrate it and would like it to be merry.
    And, following that logic, she might better have said "Happy Holidays" to me (assuming that she was aware of my attitude toward Christmas).
    Except that I don't even like "the holidays," whether religious or commercial, or just sentimental or an excuse to party. Calendar-occasioned conviviality seems false somehow, other-directed1.

Earlier yesterday, I had concluded a response to an email distribution list with:
Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, Happy New Year's (if you celebrate that).
    Good on you in any case.
An if-it-applies qualification might not catch on for party exchanges, but it does suggest a marketing opportunity for greeting card manufacturers.
    I wonder whether writing that email before going to the party set me up to respond the way I did to my colleague's greeting. I had, after all, if unconsciously, already begun to think about these seasonal greetings and their appropriateness/inappropriateness—if not enough yet to realize that the conversation with my colleague might have gone better something like this:
She opens with, "Merry Christmas!"
    "Merry Christmas! But I'm not into Christmas, actually."
    "Oh, sorry. Happy Holidays!"
    "Thanks, that's better. But I'm not really into the holidays either...."
    "Oh, I see. Well, no problem. Hello!"
    "Thanks, that'll do."
    She reflects, then adds, "They are hectic, though, aren't they? The holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid, Kwanzaa, Yuletide, New Year's...."
    "Indeed, what a drag. I'd rather skip the whole month of December."
    "I know what you mean."
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  1. Wikipedia's paragraph on sociologist David Riesman's 1950 book, The Lonely Crowd:
    ...a sociological study of modern conformity, which postulates the existence of the "inner-directed" and "other-directed" personalities. Riesman argues that the character of post WWII American society impels individuals to "other-directedness", the preeminent example being modern suburbia, where individuals seek their neighbors' approval and fear being outcast from their community. This lifestyle has a coercive effect, which compels people to abandon "inner-direction" of their lives, and induces them to take on the goals, ideology, likes, and dislikes of their community. Ironically, this creates a tightly grouped crowd of people that is yet incapable of truly fulfilling each other's desire for companionship. The book is considered a landmark study of American character.