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All Hallows’ What?

So this morning Marcos asked me who invented Hallowe’en … and although I quickly remembered the reference to All Hallows’ Eve, I couldn’t quite remember what that meant.  So in the spirit of the day.  I bring you the history and origin of All Hallows’ Eve (or Halloween for you less adventurous types).Caniballistic Jack-O-LanternThe modern holiday of Halloween has its origins in the ancient Gaelic festival known as Samhain (pronounced /ˈsˠaunʲ/ from the Old Irish samain). The Festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelic culture, and is erroneously[2] regarded as ‘The Celtic New Year’.[3] Traditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The Ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead overlapped and the deceased would come back to life and cause havoc such as sickness or damaged crops. The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, where the bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate them.  When the Romans occupied Celtic territory, several Roman traditions were also incorporated into the festivals. Feralia, a day celebrated in late October by the Romans for the passing of the dead as well as a festival which celebrated the Roman Goddess Pomona, the goddess of fruit were incorporated into the celebrations. The symbol of Pomona was an apple, which is a proposed origin for the tradition of bobbing for apples on Halloween.History of the NameThe term Halloween (and its alternative rendering Hallowe’en) is shortened from All-hallow-even, as it is the eve of “All Hallows’ Day”, also which is now known as All Saints’ Day. It was a day of religious festivities in various northern European Pagan traditions, until Popes Gregory III and Gregory IV moved the old Christian feast of All Saints’ Day from May 13 to November 1. In the ninth century, the Church measured the day as starting at sunset, in accordance with the Florentine calendar. Although All Saints’ Day is now considered to occur one day after Halloween, the two holidays were, at that time, celebrated on the same day. Liturgically, the Church traditionally celebrated that day as the Vigil of All Saints, and, until 1970, a day of fasting as well. Like other vigils, it was celebrated on the previous day if it fell on a Sunday, although secular celebrations of the holiday remained on the 31st. The Vigil was suppressed in 1955, but was later restored in the post-Vatican II calendar.Now you know … and knowing is half the battle.Love All. -D 😉

The nail salon …

Hong once took me with her

to the nail salon. I had never had my nails done, and I certainly wasn’t planning to. Hong did however talk me into having a polish-less pedicure. The entire experience was very strange for me, and if you have never been to a nail salon, run by Asians, you should go, but if you can’t …. watch this.

désespérément accablé

  • … speeding down a steep hill in a car with no brakes.
  • … seeing the wall of snow approach.
  • … knowing you can’t stop the car before you crash into the back of that car.
  • I suppose the “désespérément” might be a little exessive, but I don’t know a less expressive french word to get the point across. Sometimes, the odds just seem insurmountable, and there is no reset button, or switch, or even pause, to just gather your breath.

    George Orwell once said,

    “For the ordinary man is passive. Within a narrow circle (home life, and perhaps the trade unions or local politics) he feels himself master of his fate, but against major events he is as helpless as against the elements. So far from endeavoring to influence the future, he simply lies down and lets things happen to him”

    I am really trying not to let things “happen” to me, they just seem to, well … sorta … happen. For the 2 people reading this … send some inspiration … please.

Tennis anyone ?


Hong and I have plaeyed tennis everyday this week! For absolutley no less than one hour a day. Now, first let me preface this by saying that I am NOT a good tennis player, and that I truely do feel really bad for Hong. She has been running all over the place. That out of the way, I certainly do think that I am getting better !!! Hopefully the scales tomorrow morning will agree with me! I even managed to get Cody amd Kate to go with me to the courts and hit a few balls around, in our flip flops. If anyone had some extra dough, and just wanted to buy me something nice, I really like these “classic” Adidas.

I have funny friends

Black Daisy Will Make You Laugh, but They’re Not Comedians

Ha!
Lisa Cloutier

 

 

Black Daisy DVD Release Party

w/Patton Oswalt’s Werewolves & Lollipops CD/DVD release
Mon July 9, Chop Suey, 8 pm, free, 21+.

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oltage Periscope, Seattle’s nu-metal heroes, have a slick new video on their MySpace page. Lead singer Byron “the Siren” Sexton, braided goatee dangling six inches off his chin like a noose, wails, his vocals cracked and hurt, “All this time and pain are bearing down on me!” Rapper Tyson Bates takes over: “This democracy is a hypocrisy! The world is changing? Yeah, just grab my cock and see!”

The music is so ferociously dumb, it’s funny.

“Rap metal is just how we express ourselves artistically,” Sexton scowls, blowing Marlboro fumes. “I don’t care if it’s popular or not. What are you, a hipster?”

Then he laughs and says, “Can we start over?”

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I only wish I could do this …

DINNER was the usual affair on Thursday night in Apartment 9F in an elegant prewar on Lower Fifth Avenue. There was shredded cabbage with fruit-scrap vinegar; mashed parsnips and yellow carrots with local butter and fresh thyme; a terrific frittata; then homemade yogurt with honey and thyme tea, eaten under the greenish flickering light cast by two beeswax candles and a fluorescent bulb.

A sour odor hovered oh-so-slightly in the air, the faint tang, not wholly unpleasant, that is the mark of the home composter. Isabella Beavan, age 2, staggered around the neo-Modern furniture — the Eames chairs, the brown velvet couch, the Lucite lamps and the steel cafe table upon which dinner was set — her silhouette greatly amplified by her organic cotton diapers in their enormous boiled-wool, snap-front cover.

A visitor avoided the bathroom because she knew she would find no toilet paper there.

Read the whole NY Times Story here.

Relaxing -or- Has Spring … Sprung?

So … I think that the best thing I have heard this week is … “That it has been a long winter.” It was uttered in reference to a whole lot of things going on, in a whole lot of people’s lives but as Yesterday came in with Sunshine & 68 degrees here in Seattle, I think that Spring may have sprung. I hope it to be the case. I hope that flowers will be blooming soon, and that your days will end in beautiful sunsets.

Chase’s blog has a nice entry about relaxing and slowing down these days.