Yesterday and today were supposed to be relaxing days off of doing nothing at all… instead, my yesterday was spent taking the kid to the mall to buy a present for a girl that probably won’t appreciate it in the way he wants her to, and today was spent working a record low four hour shift, followed by some shopping. Surprisingly, though, I’m kinda in a happy holidayish mood. Perhaps it was something on the radio while I was driving home, or maybe it was the news that my shift tomorrow will be much shorter than normal, or the news about Libya disarming. The world seems like a nicer place tonight.
In any case, I’ve decided to link you to the lyrics of three oft ignored Christmas songs courtesy of Jethro Tull, The Who, and Metallica. Okay, maybe Metallica is a stretch. Sorry for any pop-ups you might incur on your expedition.
As much as people like to rag about how commercialized Christmas is, this is my sixth season earning a living off of it and I know for fact that if everyone uncommercialized Christmas and celebrated it like it was any old ordinary holiday there’d be a global economic collapse, so it’s right to make the best of it. That means please don’t rob the bellringer in front of the Walmart, because you might get run over in the street while you’re running away, and kindly avoid throwing out full coffee cups into the Toys for Tots bin.
Puerto Ricans do not celebrate Christmas, they celebrate Three Kings’ Day, which if I’m not mistaken is something like January 12. The reason I’m uncertain of the date is because when my mother’s family moved to New York City whenver it was they did (the 50’s I think) they started celebrating Christmas instead, along with learning English and anglicizing some of their names. Along with that Catholic thing I was talking about three posts ago, that means that right now we’re on that pink candle in ‘Advent’. Our Christmas tree occasionally went up earlier, but usually it waited until Christmas Eve, and stayed up through the month of January.
Between that and my current job, which will keep me busy right up to Christmas Eve and some time after (returns anyone?) it’s not like me to celebrate early. Happy Holidays to anybody that has to travel and won’t be able to read this later, best wishes to all.
Thanks for your comments.
lazarusrat: Yeah, you have the right idea. The art of tracking is the study of what’s left behind. Eventually, Tom Brown learned to look at lost kids’ footprints and retell exactly what was going on: He was running, here he tripped, and hurt himself, because he has a limp here… and that was about a day ago…
I remember the last time I saw my pal he visited me on the way through the midwest, we went to the field museum and made fun of their tracking exhibit. The ‘puzzle’ of the exhibit is to find out why a rabbit track stops in the center for no reason, the official answer being that an owl came down and had it for lunch. There were no sweeping marks from being picked up, no signs of running or struggle… oh well.
El_Presidente: Mind you, there are aspects of Campbell’s work that I’m not hip to, the main one being that his idea of what our myths and religions are for, is to obtain this kind of ideal that cannot be achieved- don’t you think some people achieve some sort of enlightenment, even if it’s only for a short while?