Re: The Satanic Temple, I highly recommend reading their stated mission and seven tenets, none of which recommend drug-fueled ritualistic Eyes Wide Shut type orgies with steam ironed robes and creepy masques everywhere.
In fact, they don’t even mention Stanley Kubrick at all.
For some reason, Ulysses, which I haven’t opened in ages but just did, isn’t pulling down all of my old micro.blog posts. Am hoping publishing this will kickstart the sync because I think I’d like to utilize Ulysses much more this year. I am subscribed to it, after all.
👩👦 I just had a very nice, conversational text exchange with mom. We joked about texting vs shorthand writing, Nicholas Cage, and washing jeans. I haven’t had a texting laugh with her like that in a while.
I posted about this piece by Leonard Bernstein a few weeks ago. You should spare 8 minutes for its ultimate message, sung quietly and calmly, richly and intently by naked a capella human voices that shine brilliant and bright with hope:
Behold how good,
And how pleasant it is,
For brethren to dwell
Together in unity.
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
Stopped at a divine coffee shop called Fox in the Snow cafe and picked up a delicious latte and this little fellow which I gobbled down like a turkey, by which I mean I said “gobble gobble” while I quickly ate it. It was…messy.
⛪ Also, maybe the reason I don’t watch A Charlie Brown Christmas religiously has to do with the religious parts. AND I think the tree was better off without all those ghastly ornaments on it.
🐶 And while my general outlook on (and self-perceived lot in) life resembles Charlie Brown’s, I really think it’s Snoopy I adore the most. Having Lucy Beagle around for 13 years has really endeared him to me.
🎄 I’m watching A Charlie Brown Christmas for the first time in years. I’ve always loved it, of course, but watching it has never been as much of a yearly tradition for me as The Great Pumpkin.
Turns out there are two things I hate more than the Substack iPhone app: paywalls and Apple News without a subscription. I was a paying customer for a while and decided to slim down a little. Now that app literally serves up myriad articles and stories tailored tailored to your interests and enticing you to tap them. So you do, and Apple turns into that hacker nerd guy from Jurassic Park.
Michael gave me THE best Christmas present this morning: a 1950s wooden toy chest filled with (almost all vintage) Muppets! And he didn’t even mix Sesame Street in which would have secretly disappointed me. Nope. I was left speechless and smiling, and feeling completely seen.
Welp, we brought Lucy on our trip to see family, and she seems to have adjusted just fine to being in a somewhat strange environment without full sight or hearing. ♥
🌟 My fondness for Christmas has waned significantly over the years. I try hard to avoid seasonal music until Dec 21, when, by my rule, it becomes appropriate to listen to. Everyone ignores my rule and starts playing that crap in September but whatever. I know I’m right.
As it is now Dec 22, I’m starting seasonal listening with the expanded 80-track version of A Charlie Brown Christmas.
😶🌫️ Isn’t it funny how “all lives matter” to some people - on their t-shirts, on their bumper stickers, during their family arguments - all the way up until actual genocide is being carried by Israel or Ukraine needs help because Russia is murdering its people? Where are the all lives matter people now? Someone should really take attendance. It’s almost like they were just using that phrase as a subtle form of racism that didn’t mean anything except having the last word.