When searching for the appropriate image for our Midwinter Shenanigans Playlist, I came across too many good lolcats not to share. Settle in with your favorite holiday drink and enjoy! Continue reading “Merry Catsmas!”
Happy Newtonmas Eve, my lovelies! Merry Solstice! Happy all the holidays, in fact!
For your listening pleasure, I’ve been putting together a Midwinter Shenanigans playlist (although it’s the Midsummer Shenanigans Playlist for all you folks in the Southern Hemisphere). It’s full of some non-religious tunes, unusual takes on classic faves, and things that are just darned beautiful. Continue reading “Saturday Songs: Midwinter Shenanigans Playlist”
It’s been a busy week, y’all. I’ve been writing stories, finding stories I’d thought I’d lost, and then been dug out of the house to go look at pretty lights. Those of you following me on Facebook have already had sneak peeks. Now the full album is here for everyone. There’s something for all tastes! We have a bit for the geeks (Star Wars!), for the cartoon aficionados (the Grinch!), potty humor connoisseurs (Santa on the toilet!), plus plenty of pretties and one of the funniest inflatable tableaux I’ve ever seen in my life.
But the absolute pinnacle is the FSM. Continue reading “Midwinter Shenanigans Lovely Lights MegaAlbum For Your Viewing Pleasure!”
Check out the awesome geology gifties you can get! For cheap! All designs are discounted.
Incidentally, if you’ve been waiting to buy yourself that nice Really Terrible Bible Inspirations print for your cubicle, those are discounted too! Use the code CYBERMON to get 20% off!
Ohai, it’s time to think about the midwinter gift-giving holidays! Do you have a geologist on your list? Someone who likes pretty rocks and/or volcanoes? A person needing some inspirational stuffage consisting of pretty photos and really bad Bible verses? A reader who could really use a snarky look at the worst bits of Genesis and Exodus? I absolutely have you covered on all fronts! And lots of stuff is discounted TODAY ONLY. Gitchoor shopping done early! Continue reading “The Dana Hunter’s Gneiss Schist Maclargehuge Cyber Monday Sale!”
Happy Belated Solstice! Twas yesterday, that day when the year reaches its extreme. In this hemisphere, it’s the shortest. We’re deep in the dark and cold.
Seattle celebrated early with a bit o’ snow, the day before the darkest day. Continue reading “Midwintering”
Something tells me that Robert Ingersoll and Bill O’Reilly wouldn’t have gotten along. I like that.
I hope you’re currently surrounded by food, friends, and family (whether by birth or family you chose). For those of you stuck at work, I wish you an easy shift, and thank you! Did everyone get their gift from Karen? Isn’t it lovely?
I’ll see you all tomorrow, unless the cat makes a fool of herself begging dessert from a person she normally shuns, in which case I’ll see you later today. Love to you and yours, my darlings, now and always!
A CHRISTMAS SERMON
by Robert G. Ingersoll
THE good part of Christmas is not always Christian—it is generally Pagan; that is to say, human, natural.
Christianity did not come with tidings of great joy, but with a message of eternal grief. It came with the threat of everlasting torture on its lips. It meant war on earth and perdition hereafter.
It taught some good things—the beauty of love and kindness in man. But as a torch-bearer, as a bringer of joy, it has been a failure. It has given infinite consequences to the acts of finite beings, crushing the soul with a responsibility too great for mortals to bear. It has filled the future with fear and flame, and made God the keeper of an eternal penitentiary, destined to be the home of nearly all the sons of men. Not satisfied with that, it has deprived God of the pardoning power.
And yet it may have done some good by borrowing from the Pagan world the old festival called Christmas.
Long before Christ was born the Sun-God triumphed over the powers of Darkness. About the time that we call Christmas the days begin perceptibly to lengthen. Our barbarian ancestors were worshipers of the sun, and they celebrated his victory over the hosts of night. Such a festival was natural and beautiful. The most natural of all religions is the worship of the sun. Christianity adopted this festival. It borrowed from the Pagans the best it has.
I believe in Christmas and in every day that has been set apart for joy. We in America have too much work and not enough play. We are too much like the English.
I think it was Heinrich Heine who said that he thought a blaspheming Frenchman was a more pleasing object to God than a praying Englishman. We take our joys too sadly. I am in favor of all the good free days—the more the better.
Christmas is a good day to forgive and forget—a good day to throw away prejudices and hatreds—a good day to fill your heart and your house, and the hearts and houses of others, with sunshine.
In more ways than one. For instance, I’m not at work. Woot!
By the time you read this, it’ll be Boxing Day, so Happy Boxing Day! That holiday always confused me as a kid. I had no idea why there would be a special holiday for beating people up. Then I found out it was an extra holiday lucky people in Britain and other such countries celebrated that had nothing to do with boxing, and I think this is where my anglophile tendencies began, because who wouldn’t want an extra holiday right after Christmas? Even if it did have a funny name.
In fact, it seems no one’s quite sure why it’s actually called Boxing Day. Who cares? There’s sales on – reason enough to celebrate!
We have rather more luck with Christmas, where the name is obvious and the seasonal celebrations easily traceable. Hudson Valley Geologist Steve Schimmrich has a good primer up on all that. And Doctor Science points out that no, in fact, Christ is not the “reason for the season,” as so many fundies like to pretend (h/t). And it wasn’t a foundational holiday for early Americans, either. Our own national hero George Washington saw it as a prime time to launch a sneak attack, as the colonists who would become Americans didn’t celebrate Christmas but Germans did. Isn’t there something in Sun Tzu about taking advantage of enemies’ hangovers? I’m sure there must be.
Retailers would have us believe it’s all about buying shit, and giving and receiving gifties is awesome, but Doctor Science has some of the other reasons us secular types enjoy a good midwinter celebration:
To have a green tree in the house, filled with light, in the darkest and coldest time of year, as we feel the year turn from old to new — how can that not be numinous? When we decorate with green branches and red berries, this isn’t from Christian iconography —
“I remember hearing,” said Susan distantly, “that the idea of the Hogfather wearing a red and white outfit was invented quite recently.” NO. IT WAS REMEMBERED.(from Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett). The rising of the sun and the running of the deer, seeing our families and having enough to eat: all of these things are worth celebrating. Such celebrations don’t have to be either secular or religious, in the usual sense: they are pagan in the sense of “rustic, countrified, what the common people do”. Human, in other words.
Good reasons all. And I’m not fussed about what our midwinter celebrations are called. “Christmas” is a decent enough shorthand for all those midwinter celebrations. But next year, I might start popping off with “Happy Boxing Day!” just to see how many Americans have no idea what I’m talking about.
But all of that’s just a long lead-up to what we’re really here for: the presents! And thanks to our geobloggers, Christmas this year rocks!
Follow me after the jump for ye delights.
Let’s start with a sing-song, shall we? Chris Rowan at Highly Allochthonous was kind enough not to actually sing the 12 Geological Days of Christmas, but he’s got the lyrics and we can carry the tune:
The words below are sung to the obvious tune, and (mostly) just about scans – although my festive gift to you is not to post anything resembling audio of me trying to sing it myself.
On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
2 concordant zircons
…and an APWP.
Enjoy all twelve!
And here’s another traditional carol, courtesy of Lockwood: “Deck Us All With Boston Charlie:”
Silver Fox sends us Xmas Greetings from Nevada:
Garry Hayes sends us a postcard from the edge! The Christmas Gift: Storm Passes in the Grand Canyon.
Erik Klemetti gave us his gift early. Dr. Adam Kent answers your questions about Mt. Hood (and more):Afters months of waiting, I have finally been able to get my act together enough to post the answers to questions you posed to Dr. Adam Kent. If you remember back to the beginning of the fall, Dr. Kent and his colleagues published a paper in Nature Geosciences about the nature of magma mixing and eruptions at Mt. Hood in Oregon. You sent in questions and now you get some answers. Enjoy!
Suvrat Kher has Recommended Holiday Reading:A passage from Simon Winchester’s Krakatoa, The Day the World Exploded: August 27, 1883 –
(And yes, I’m gonna be mean and make you go to the link for your giftie! Those of you who haven’t read the book yet may want to reconsider after reading it – I had no idea Krakatoa had so much to offer, and I’ve been eyeballing it for years now! Might be getting meself a little Boxing Day giftie, in fact…)
Finally, we come to the huge package that’s been looming under the tree. You know, the one that screams ZOMG OPEN MEEE!!! but everybody’s made you save for last because it’s that freakin’ awesome. Callan Bentley went out and got us a fantastic Serpentite and Melange!
That is an AMAZING thing to see — tectonically-rounded blocks of serpentinite, surrounded by a sheared-out, foliated paste of crushed serpentinite. That is a serpentinite mélange. Look at the way the foliation wraps around these lone survivors, like native prairie grasses swishing around the last two bison in South Dakota:
And thank all of you: my wonderful geobloggers, my science and political and melange bloggers, my Tweeps, my friends, family, and cat, and you, my dear, my cherished, my raison d’etre readers! I love you all to pieces. Happy hollydaze to you!
Substantial political snark will return to this blog after I’m done playing around the intertoobz. For now, I’m playing Santarina and bringing you the gift of awesomely silly Christmas weirdness.
This shall take its place among the most politically incorrect Christmas stories ever: A Joe Camel Christmas.
Have you ever wondered how monks under a vow of silence could put on a Christmas concert? Firedoglake has the side-splitting answer:
Did you know there’s a War on Solstice? Man your battlestations!
And finally, a Public Service Announcement from Santa Claus:
Well, sorta Christopher Hitchens. Look, it’s smoking. I didn’t have any mini bottles of liquor to round out the festive image, but I did me best.
Whatever winter solstice festivities you partake in, enjoy them muchly. Love to you all!