Friday, March 27, 2020

The Problem with Making Spring Baskets




is that I tend to eat the chocolates before I finish placing the toys in  the basket. The way around that problem would be to load the toys in the basket before I place the edibles into the basket, of course.  The picture shows that the chocolates lasted less than 15 minutes in the basket before they found their way into my mouth. Hopefully, in the next weeks, I'll exhibit more discipline. With the closing of the non-essential shops due to the virus, the chocolate shops are closed to walk-in traffic. I may be limited to chocolate-covered marshmallow eggs and Roth terrapins found in the grocery stores. I still can't understand the attraction for Peeps.

This year the toys are the "Pagan Magnetic Poetry Kit" (those word magnets that you stick to the door of your fridge), Micron pens (excellent for drawing cartoons), and a homemade bunny card (which may or may not be used for a "Things to Do" list). What would you like to find in your Spring basket?

Friday, March 20, 2020

Happy Spring Equinox

albeit a little late.

In our witchy facebook group, yesterday I posted some happy spring activities for those of us who have been directed to work from home due to the plague, and are engaging in self-isolation. I was leery about the contamination-by-contact aspect of the disease, so that I wrote "Once the outbreak has subsided..." This morning, though, I woke to find a mailbox stuffed with junk mail and a gas/electric bill. As far as I could tell, the mail hadn't been affected. With that bit of encouragement, I'm going to re-post my suggestions here:

1) Create and mail a zodiac card for your bud whose sun sign or moon sign falls within spring.

2) This one may have to wait until the corona bug has run its course. Make a small spring or "Easter" basket for a pal (or for yourself if your pals aren't into swapping baskets). Think of things you may  be able to make such as hair sticks, note cards with an image of your friend's favorite being, note cards with quotes, magnets, or a hand made journal. If  you and your buddy are into zines, think drawing pens, collage materials, whatever a zine creator may use in creating her zine. If you are a a talented baker, then goodies make the deal all the sweeter.

3) Create a zine with the theme of goddess, nature, feminism, or witchy stuff. Place it in the spring basket or mail it as swag when you send your pen pal a letter.

4) Have a "I finished my taxes" celebration. Depending on how much you have to pay in, you may want booze on hand.

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Last Book Read: A Warning by Anonymous



I'm one of those people who believes Trump sees the United States as a juicy mark, and as a mark, it's going to give him a sweet deal -- sweet enough,  so that the pay off will be famous in the Con Man's Museum of Legendary Rip-offs. Bearing that in mind, I found no surprises in the book.

Also, I agree with the author that Americans choose their candidates based on the way Americans see themselves. In other words, if you're an American who has elected an official who will sacrifice others in the sake of a buck, then it's because you will sacrifice others in the sake of a buck, if you were given a chance. Being an optimist, though, I hope that Americans truly want equal access to health care and education for all Americans and will choose a candidate that will work toward that equality.  Choosing a candidate whom we think can beat Trump isn't enough -- for all we know, he or she may have the same bosses as Trump has.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

February History

How can anyone capture history in one month? With that question in mind, I'm not going to say "February is African-American History Month." I'm going to say if you live near or in a civilized area, then you may have access to a library, book store, or media center that contains information related to the experience of people of African ancestry in the United States. If you have access to YouTube, then view newsreels and footage  that reveal the battle for human rights. And I do mean battle. When it comes to using murder and torture as weapons against economic equality, then the South can hold its own against any region in the world. The news footage exposes the twisted logic of members in the dominant class. According to one such member, if people were being terrorized because they sought to register to vote, then why didn't they speak up about being harassed? Of course, if anyone wanted to help people who wanted to register, then that anyone faced the consequence of being beaten and/or murdered.

Why is it important to learn history anyway? In a nutshell, if you know history, then you know when someone is trying to bullshit you. Case in point: about two years ago, some bird wrote that the Black Panthers were a terrorist group on the fb feed of an acquaintance. My reaction was the writer was either willfully ignorant or wanted to spread misinformation and induce confusion. I replied on the feed that I was born during the sixties in the heavily segregated Chicago. I knew the Black Panthers Chapter initiated breakfast programs and daycare centers in the community. The Panthers spoke against violence. Why hurt and prey upon your neighbor? Isn't he in the same oppressed boat in which you find yourself? On the other hand, if some cop comes to kick your ass, then you have every right to defend yourself. The phrase "Power to the People" meant self-determination and power for any oppressed and exploited people. Is it difficult to understand why the FBI and the Chicago Police Department targeted the Black Panthers for prison or extermination, but to this day murderous gangs flourish in some parts of the city?

How about another case in point? How many years have passed since a political party in Germany decided that its party was the only one that counted? The party decided that if it was going to survive, then it needed to present itself as a united front. Damned if the leader of their party broke any laws. Hell, the leader and his party became the law. Favorite techniques included banging the drums of nationalism as loudly as the party could and employing a "They aren't patriots as we are. This means they aren't as good as we we are" message. For a while this seemed to be a pretty good idea -- if you sympathized with the party. While the sympathizers thumped their chest in time with the rhythm of xenophobia, the political party grew quite rich and influential. The political party distanced itself from its less-than-wealthy sympathizers and supporters. If you live in the United States, then this should sound familiar. If history repeats itself, then you can guess what happens next.     

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Who Thinks About Valentine's Day on a Day Like Today?


On the other hand, if you enjoy a romp in the snow with your honey, then today may provide divine blessings from a goddess of love. If that is your cup of sweetness, then may the snow flakes descend with a thousand blessings of good fortune on your head. May you always be astounded by your luck in finding a mate even when that mate leaves water in the vestibule, and you find that water while you wear your favorite pair of wool socks. May desire-driven inspiration thrill you when you are shoveling the driveway. May the fairies of love catch you in a web of magic when your feet fly from beneath you during your walk on snow-covered ice. And may your love be light and weightless while you sail ass over head into a snow bank piled along the sidewalk.

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Never Give it Up

(No, not that "it." The other "it.")

A few hours ago when I struggled with the artwork -- actually, my attempt at drawing, but what the Hell. It's MINE -- for my perzine, I asked myself  Why did I ever give up drawing? If I would have kept at it, then this would be easier. Even as I asked myself that question, I knew the reason. Why does anyone ever give up something they enjoy? Because it doesn't pay the BILLS. Now that the thought of 'not enough money' isn't the first thought upon waking, I think I never should have distanced myself from it. It was a part of me that I want back.  What I have learned is, after you've landed your bread and butter stint, do what you love whenever you can. If you love to sew artsy ragdolls, then get that remenant fabric and your needle plus thread. Out of those fifty bizarre creations, someone is going to be knocked out by your work. Share your talent, and you will be surprised how the universe rewards you.


Sunday, January 26, 2020

S stands for...

A sincere salute to the blogger who created the delightful "T stands for Tuesday" concept. A number of bloggers get in on the merriment.  I can't think of anything that goes with T, but S is a different story.  On that note, S stands for... 

1) Slippery Sundays which are slicker than shit. The snow has melted, and the water has turned into thin, clear ice on the sidewalk. I've heard that salt isn't great for the environment, but it's either a busted environment or a busted ass.

2) Saturdays -- and Sundays -- never last long enough even if you love your job. On the other hand, if your job is a necessary evil and you have to work the weekends, then Saturdays or Sundays or both barely fall short of lasting forever.

3) Soup -- and I am a fan of rich, thick, and delicious soup. For me soup season kicks off in late October. If you live in a city that holds a souper bowl fund raiser, then you may be able to pick up a soup bowl beautifully crafted by a student and a Styrofoam bowl of passable soup for fifteen bucks. In my case, it's never about the soup (I told you I like delicious soup), and I couldn't identify the celebrity servers who ladle out the soup if my bread-tearing fingers depended on it.   Btw, isn't January National Soup Month?

4) Stationery. At one point, I thought you could be too thin (anorexia) and too rich (greedy bastard), but you could never have too much stationery. Now I suspect that if you  have 5-year-old stationery that remains in an unopened package, then it may be an idea to gift wrap the letter writing stationery  and mail it as a gift. If your friends suffer from the same affliction, then organize a tea and stationery swap party.