Archive for Miscellany and Whatever

Contest Winner: The Blog She is Named

The contest is finally over. Ben and CmdrSue are co-winners, and what are their prizes, Johnny? As you suspected, they win the right to have a blog with a cool name listed on their respective blogrolls.

Mine Was an Evil Laugh was the early favorite until Tom discovered it was in use on Live Journal.

Property of a Lady is a short story by Ian Fleming, in which James Bond uncovers a mole within MI6 via a Sotheby’s auction. (The auction is depicted in the movie Octopussy, itself originally a short story title.)

Originally, Arthur thought of Property of a Lady as the name of a band in some fiction he’s writing. I thought it was a terrific name for a band and asked if I could use it as such in some fiction I’m writing. He said sure, but later he felt a little squicky about me using it as a blog title, which is much more public. (And not a band.) So I’m very, very glad he relented and allowed me to steal his very clever idea.

The Winter Holiday

Okay, so there are these folks who think that there’s a War on Christmas. Blah blah. Let’s just call those folks eccentric, okay?

The Winter Solstice is universal. It’s obviously a significant event, and it’s obvious that lots of different religions and traditions have noted that event. And most have marked it with light because, hey. Light. Birth, too, is a common holiday theme, because the Sun is gone, and then it begins really, really smalll, so that’s like being born, so… (one of the things I adore about Paganism is the simplicity).

So despite the rage against “the Holidays,” the fact is, there are an awful lot of holidays this time of year, only one of which is Christian.

Over at Wild Hunt, Jason (somewhat tongue-in-cheek, I think) agrees with Catholic writer Andrew Greely that maybe Christmas should be moved out of the Solstice season. I disagree. I mean, ain’t my holiday, they can do what they want, but I hope they don’t.

When I was a kid, I keenly felt that left out feeling that everyone had a holiday and we didn’t. Then I became a cynical, Christmas-hating, turn-that-damn-music-off teenager, which suited my cynical teenage sensibility.

One day, I shed my cynicism, and noticed the love, the light, the sense of fun. I started digging it. So it was something of a relief to me, after I became Pagan, to discover that a lot of “Christmas” was, in fact, Pagan. That Santa was Pagan, that decorating trees was Pagan, that exchanging gifts was Pagan. I dove right into all those lovely, yummy traditions.

It’s nice to share a holiday with everyone. And as more and more people got on board with the Happy Holidays thing (as they got “PC”), there were more and more people to share with. In recent years, it’s become easier to fling open one’s arms to Christians, to Jews, to Pagans, to New Agers, and even to Atheists, and say “Happy Holiday Season! Enjoy the Longest Night!” Some years, Ramadan and Diwali also fall around the Solstice, and how lovely it is to find that there is a time of year for universal celebration.

Indeed, isn’t that part of the meaning of most of these holidays? Isn’t part of it about the love of the light of the world? And the more inclusive we are with that love, doesn’t that make us more true to the spirit of Christmas/Chanukkah/Solstice/Yule/
Saturnalia/Kwanzaa/Ramadan/Diwali/Festivus? And isn’t that just bloomin’ GREAT?

Today I feel sorry for those strange, eccentric Christmas Warriors, because they are purposely excluding themselves from the love.

Organic Beliefs Have Fewer Calories

As I posted recently, Arthur and I got into an interesting conversation about Affirmative Action on Tom’s blog that spilled into real life.

The conversation concluded with Arthur saying this:

I don’t think I know anybody with strongly held political beliefs whose positions on numerous issues are as organic as mine. I am perfectly willing to change my position on an issue if the basis of my argument is successfully proven to be wrong. After that dinner, I changed my position on AfAc. Now my biggest complaint about it is that I know a better option is out there, somebody just has to think of it.

Just quoting it, that’s all. Just really damn well-written and smart and my son wrote it. So there you are.

Born Again, John Spencer

Actor John Spencer, who played Leo McGarry on my favorite current TV show, The West Wing, died today at age 58. Dictionopolis has a lovely obit.

I feel so sad. And I say to myself, This is just an actor. You didn’t know him. You never met him. Yet I feel sad. I never know how to process these celebrity deaths; the ones that touch me even though I know that, at some level, it is insane to be touched. Ah, modern life.

John Spencer gave me a character with honesty, integrity, decency, and the fuck-all edge of edges. I believed in him. And I don’t think a character can present that much honesty without it being there in the actor. He touched me. I laughed with him and feared with him and regretted with him. And looked forward to seeing him again. That’s the blessing of TV & movies of course; he’ll live forever in repeats, and we’re lucky for it.

In the Craft we have a saying: “May you be born again among those who love you. And may you know, and remember, and love each other again.” Born again, John Spencer.

Blogwhoring: It’s a Family Affair

Arthur has a blog.

Serenity named “Best Movie”

Okay, 3rd best. Bless New York Magazine’s pointy little heart.

Mingo and Fanty are proud to have been featured in such a movie. They told me so themselves.

Another Take on the War on Christmas

I found this at Pandagon, and I was just so moved.

This is an excerpt from a longer quote by a Jew talking about how Jews have been so welcomed in the U.S., and how wonderful it has been to be allowed the full rights of citizenship here, unlike in many of the places we have been.

“Yet we were still grateful because we who were here, and those of us yet to be born were afforded the opportunity to be full citizens. When we bought houses we remembered our ancestors who weren’t allowed to. It still amazes me and I’m basically third generation; but I heard so many stories and met so many people with numbers on their arms. I have never taken being free for granted. You accept us as we have never before been accepted in modern history.

Just understand that we’re not your problem. You are. If a person can find G-d in a concentration camp, any American can find G-d anywhere. It’s up to you to put Christ back in Christmas, not us. “

Honest to goodness, if that isn’t a wake up call, what is?

Blogging really does change your life

My son is following me around the Internet. He’s opening my Favorites folder and finding my blogroll and clicking like a madman. And leaving comments.

Yeah, so a couple of days ago, he found Tom’s blog, and left a comment on a post about racisim, and then I responded to his comment, and then last night our dinner conversation was about the posts that we’d each left on a blog from California.

Is that weird?

I Hope This Isn’t One of Those Things That Comes in 3s

Eugene McCarthy and Richard Pryor on the same day? I feel like a hand passed over the graves of two whole generations.

Contest: Name the Blog

Since naming the Gang of Two went so well, it’s time to name the blog. It is shameful to have such a lameass blog name as Deborah Lipp. I comfort myself that some of my favorite bloggers have equally pedestrian names, such as Bob Harris and Roger Ailes.

It’s possible that all the really good names are taken, what with Alas, a Blog and Pink is the New Blog already snatched up. Nonetheless, I will try to carry on.

Still haven’t downloaded a poll plug-in, and won’t get around to it until after I finish editing the James Bond book, which I think will be this weekend. So you must struggle with text. I’m so sorry.

Most of the names I’m suggesting are specific references and I’ll be happy to elucidate, but they should also stand on their own.

Name the Blog
a) Practicing Witch
b) Property of a Lady
c) Mine is an Evil Laugh
d) Great Name for a Blog
e) But I Digress
f) From My Lipps To Your Ears
g) Don’t name the blog, keep it Deborah Lipp
h) Other