I'm re-posting this from last year. It's still important to me. I'd like to make a stronger effort to go hunting this year. Anyone want to join me?
"I'm done observing a Christian consumer holiday. I used to celebrate the solstice, but I'm not pagan anymore either. I don't have kids, and my family should respect my right to not participate in gift exchange. I don't want presents. I just want to relax and do my own thing. I know family expects to hang out. That's fine. There's no reason I can't have them over for dinner or something.
So, I'm making up my own holiday. I want to celebrate what it means to be a basic human. Holiday traditions like salted meats, hard breads, fruit cakes and jams were born out of preservation. I respect these traditions. They give people a sense of how their ancestors lived. Buying a fruitcake at the store if fucking pointless. Just like every other bit of tacky Christmas tradition. Plastic mistletoe, fake snow, decorating a dead tree, whatever... people barely know why they have these traditions in the first place.
The first thing I'm going to do is kill something small, prepare and eat it. I'm not a hunter, and I live in the city, so I'll have to make do with what I can. The Asian market has live frogs. It's not exactly killing a deer, but it's a start, and stuffed frog sounds tasty. I'll make some bread while I'm at it. Basic, simple ingredients.
So yeah, that's my holiday. If people need gifts, I'll give them jams I made over the summer. If it goes well, maybe I'll up the ante and hunt some wabbits."
"If a man happens to meet a virgin who is not pledged to be married and rapes her and they are discovered, he shall pay the girl's father fifty shekels of silver." ~Deuteronomy 22:28-29
"And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up the way, there came forth little children of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; Go up, thou bald head. And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood and tare forty and two children of them." ~II Kings 2:23-24
I've been updating on twitter and facebook more often these days, but for you die hard livejournal buddies, here's the scoop.
Dwight and I signed a lease on a kick ass new apartment on Colfax. We start moving in the 15th of this month! I will be smack in between Lions Lair and Netherworld (my 2 favorite bars), close to all the cool little shops I love and right on the 15 bus line. Win!
The apartment itself is really nice. I was told it's Denver's oldest apartment building. Beautiful old wood and brick, 2 bedrooms plus room in the back for an art space, balcony, kick ass open kitchen, and 1500 sqft(!)
I think I found my dream apartment. I would post pictures, but I'd rather have you all over for a housewarming party. ;-)
I'm going to miss my funky little apartment. I do love it, but it's just not working for us anymore. We need more space. Thankfully, my buddy Six is (hopefully) taking over my old apartment so I can still party there from time to time. :-D
I was stopped from helping a cat this morning... and I'm pissed as hell. Walked over to my parent's house for coffee and the neighbor's cat is sitting in the yard. Sweet little gray kitty, but her eyes were swollen, so bloodshot that I couldn't see the whites, oozing and she had a nasty rash on her face.
The owner is a 90 year old woman who can't afford to care for the cat. The other neighbor insisted the cat was "just old" and was yelling at me for even thinking of calling animal control. Bullshit. That cat is fucked up. I don't want to bankrupt and old woman, but that cat does not deserve this shit. I can't believe a human being could neglect a pet like this. If you can't afford to take care of a pet, THEN DON'T HAVE ONE.
I'm going to get this cat into the vet somehow. This is not fucking right. FUCK I hate humans.