I’ve been thinking about getting rid of everything I own. All the furniture, the books, the kitchen tools, the face cleanser, the scanner, the costume jewelry, the little bits of paper made filthy by eons spent in the bottom of a bag, the bags, the inkless pens, the blank post-it notes, the camera, just everything. Bram is not on board with this. Even though I told him that if we need something like a table, we could go get some wood slabs (cast offs from wood mills, usually free) and just construct it with wood glue. (Hammering nails is not very pleasant — I always feel like my brains are going to shatter.)
Sometimes, one just wants to hit the reset button.
Sometimes one just wants to become transparent and immaterial, bright and supple, like starlight. To float off like a dandelion seed.
Which is why, I guess there are solstice parties this time of year. It accomplishes very little to celebrate the solstice (despite what ancient peoples believed), except to remind ourselves that the light will return. Even if you forgot to take your vitamin D this winter, the light will return. Even if you know for sure, the light has gone for good.
We went to a solstice get-together on the 21st — which was simultaneously a birthday party for someone who works on humane livestock farming — and we brought this cake:
And we went to a Christmas eve thing which was very pleasant, even inspiring:
And then there was Les Miserables which David Edelstein described this way: “what I saw on-screen was a transcendentally tasteless bombardment, an absolute horror show that in a just world would send people screaming from the theater.”
Well, that’s not very ice. And, um, I liked it. (Though I did find Edelstein’s review highly entertaining.)
What I’m NOT looking forward to is Downton Abbey, which I liked in season 1 despite the utter lack of likable characters, whether upstairs or downstairs. But who couldn’t be mesmerized by that house, that estate and those costumes. Oh the costumes! (You will only understand this if you are female or female-ish or you just like attractive man-made objects on any level or if you have eyes.) The second season was so inexcusably bad that this season I’m kind of hoping the whole house burns to the ground with every last thing and everyone in it. And that the fire spreads to the whole island and (sparing our friends and in-laws there, of course) it becomes the biggest fire in the history of the world. Preferably in episode 1.
Going to take a break from blogging. Will see you some time in early 2013. If I decide to get rid of everything I own and empty all our accounts, putting everything in a giant bonfire, I’ll let you know. (I’ll work, first, on getting rid of my Amazon wishlist. First things first.)
I wish you apples and honey for a sweet year to come. And ease. Lots and lots of mental (if not physical) softness and ease.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité, tour jeté! We are off to visit the house of 5 bidets!
In the meantime, here are some videos and audios I love neurotically, in case you get bored.