holiday-schmoliday
Thanksgiving…or happy genocide day depending on how you look at it. Down here, I haven’t gotten any connection between Native Americans and the Thanksgiving holiday. Maybe it’s a cultural thing…maybe it’s because the “Native Americans” in this area were actually Mexican. Either way, I’m still happy about the pumpkin pie…god I love pumpkin pie.
Earlier, I talked to Jess about her arrival and what we’re planning for the weekend; unfortunately that includes school work: thanks a lot Dr. Morrison. Out of curiosity, how many of you thought Dr. Morrison is a man? That “Dr.” prefix seems to be masculine for some reason; people seem to assume that a “Dr.” is a guy…yeah, I’m including a feminist section in my final paper—gender means nothing to me.
I’ve been thinking about Mikey Thompson a lot this week. It was his birthday on the 15th, and although I only played phone-tag with him, it’s always good to hear his voice. And since Jess is coming here as I can’t really afford to go home (or justify the cost of flying home for a few days for that matter) it reminds me of when Mike was a freshman at USC and in the same situation, and I went to him, for the same purpose. At the time, it meant a lot to me to go out there and see how he lived and existed in an alien situation—I think that maybe (and I’m hoping so) it meant a lot to him too having a close friend come out to be with him so he didn’t feel alone. I’ve got Meme and John down here, but I don’t think he had any one in Cali. Man, he just goes out and does what ever he wants and succeeds. Way to go Mikey.
I guess this is the time of year that people start to think more fiercely about their family because of the holiday season. But for me, it’s not quite like that. Thanksgiving and Christmas are pretty much the same thing for me—it’s a day that all other distractions are put aside for my Dad, Mom, Sister, and I to eat Grandmas smashed potatoes and pick on each other. We’re a tight group us Elders’. Thanksgiving dinner isn’t that dissimilar from any other family dinner, because we have been able to appreciate every moment of peace we can share for as long as I can remember. I am thankful of my folks, my beautiful Bear, and my friends every moment of consciousness. Fuck a holiday: I want these people in the front of my mind every day, so I keep them there. People call me a Grinch because I don’t like x-mas, and this holiday season in general gets on my nerves. Well, that’s fine. Any period of time that is designated for us to celebrate each other should be looked down on: if the end of November to the first of January is the entire span by which we feel it necessary to express our affection then maybe Al-Qaeda is right.
Although I don’t anticipate any body getting angry at me for the Al-Qaeda thing (being that it’s hard to type when both hands are thumping the bible) I don’t mind clarifying that while some people hold on to the belief that we as a nation are being attacked because we are “free” it might do some good to look at it as if we are being attacked because we place value highest on shit that doesn’t apply to us: see also: anti-gay marriage laws. U.S. citizens (“American’s” include all three of the continents thank you very much) still choose not to vote because “my vote doesn’t make a difference any way” and at night, when they put their happy heads on their pillows, for some reason (comma splice much?) don’t think “hey, doing nothing has changed nothing—ever. Maybe I should try doing something?”
Yeah, this is the shit I think about during “thanksgiving” wait till x-mas, that’s when the shit really hits the fan. Fucking jesus and his “store-wide sales events.” Was the “son of god” really meant to “die for our sins” so we could get “great savings” on man made plastic toys that our bodies interpret as false estrogen and thusly promote the growth of cancerous cells and destroy the only home we are ever going to have? (that’s earth for all you non-sci-fi people…or for all you sci-fi people who think we’ll get off this rock when it finally can’t take it anymore).
Well, for what it’s worth: I hope all of you out there have told the people you love that you love them a hundred times already this year. Because you are contractually obligated to do so now until January, so it doesn’t mean as much. And in conclusion:
I still say the entire state of 0hi0 sucks. Though i suspect I’ll be hearing about it until next November (Cher and Milt).
Earlier, I talked to Jess about her arrival and what we’re planning for the weekend; unfortunately that includes school work: thanks a lot Dr. Morrison. Out of curiosity, how many of you thought Dr. Morrison is a man? That “Dr.” prefix seems to be masculine for some reason; people seem to assume that a “Dr.” is a guy…yeah, I’m including a feminist section in my final paper—gender means nothing to me.
I’ve been thinking about Mikey Thompson a lot this week. It was his birthday on the 15th, and although I only played phone-tag with him, it’s always good to hear his voice. And since Jess is coming here as I can’t really afford to go home (or justify the cost of flying home for a few days for that matter) it reminds me of when Mike was a freshman at USC and in the same situation, and I went to him, for the same purpose. At the time, it meant a lot to me to go out there and see how he lived and existed in an alien situation—I think that maybe (and I’m hoping so) it meant a lot to him too having a close friend come out to be with him so he didn’t feel alone. I’ve got Meme and John down here, but I don’t think he had any one in Cali. Man, he just goes out and does what ever he wants and succeeds. Way to go Mikey.
I guess this is the time of year that people start to think more fiercely about their family because of the holiday season. But for me, it’s not quite like that. Thanksgiving and Christmas are pretty much the same thing for me—it’s a day that all other distractions are put aside for my Dad, Mom, Sister, and I to eat Grandmas smashed potatoes and pick on each other. We’re a tight group us Elders’. Thanksgiving dinner isn’t that dissimilar from any other family dinner, because we have been able to appreciate every moment of peace we can share for as long as I can remember. I am thankful of my folks, my beautiful Bear, and my friends every moment of consciousness. Fuck a holiday: I want these people in the front of my mind every day, so I keep them there. People call me a Grinch because I don’t like x-mas, and this holiday season in general gets on my nerves. Well, that’s fine. Any period of time that is designated for us to celebrate each other should be looked down on: if the end of November to the first of January is the entire span by which we feel it necessary to express our affection then maybe Al-Qaeda is right.
Although I don’t anticipate any body getting angry at me for the Al-Qaeda thing (being that it’s hard to type when both hands are thumping the bible) I don’t mind clarifying that while some people hold on to the belief that we as a nation are being attacked because we are “free” it might do some good to look at it as if we are being attacked because we place value highest on shit that doesn’t apply to us: see also: anti-gay marriage laws. U.S. citizens (“American’s” include all three of the continents thank you very much) still choose not to vote because “my vote doesn’t make a difference any way” and at night, when they put their happy heads on their pillows, for some reason (comma splice much?) don’t think “hey, doing nothing has changed nothing—ever. Maybe I should try doing something?”
Yeah, this is the shit I think about during “thanksgiving” wait till x-mas, that’s when the shit really hits the fan. Fucking jesus and his “store-wide sales events.” Was the “son of god” really meant to “die for our sins” so we could get “great savings” on man made plastic toys that our bodies interpret as false estrogen and thusly promote the growth of cancerous cells and destroy the only home we are ever going to have? (that’s earth for all you non-sci-fi people…or for all you sci-fi people who think we’ll get off this rock when it finally can’t take it anymore).
Well, for what it’s worth: I hope all of you out there have told the people you love that you love them a hundred times already this year. Because you are contractually obligated to do so now until January, so it doesn’t mean as much. And in conclusion:
I still say the entire state of 0hi0 sucks. Though i suspect I’ll be hearing about it until next November (Cher and Milt).
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