my other blagh whenever blaghers block possible in internetland. And even when it seems as if the world is crashing down all around me and that google page rank update still wants to send me in search of a fifth full time job, I still find myself blaghing for some reason or another. And so it's those holy days holidays that have rolled around again this year according to that Gregorian calendar on the wall. And so I find myself recycling those holiday blog posts from yesteryear because hey, it's less writing sometimes, I think. Have a great holy day holiday dayze and more.
Hey Bloggers, or whoever could be
reading this blog. And this is still yet another one of those posts
where I encounter that what could be called bloggers block again, as in
what to blah bog about on this blog in that web 2.0 social media user
generated content era. and so this posting I just thought of for some
reason or another, happens to be about that Thanksgiving holiday here in
that country of America. And it seems to be one of those calendar
sanctioned days to observe. And yet another holiday and another year
rolls around, so much that I must have blaghed abut that Thanksgiving
day topic on this blog in the past. Where is that post? Oh I found it.
Here are some excerpts from those posts with the word "Thanksgiving" in
if from long lore ago...
And that day on the morrow must
be Thanksgiving. I know because the supermarket lines that are out the
door an the restaurant menus that are posted on their doors, everyone
standing in New Jersey Transit lines, and DeCamp bus lines with baggage,
and everyone riding the New York City subways with travelling baggage
in tow says so. And remember the Indians, who were seemingly betrayed
for a bag of beads, as this country of America may have been founded on
violence....Have a great remember the Indians day and eat more tofurky.
And this excerpt also...
this day also seems to be Columbus day, I know because the radio, the
stores, the post office and libraries says so. And what does Columbus
Day mean anyway, is that when Christopher Columbus discovered America
and colonized it by violence or something and betrayed the Indians for
twenty five dollars worth of trinkets, or is that Thanksgiving Day. Does
that Internet bible dictionary Wikipedia have an entry for this
sanctioned holiday in that country of America.
And this one too...
there is Thanksgiving day I guess to usher in the shop more season. And
is this holiday season about the holidays and peace on earth, or are
the holidays about shopping, shopping, shopping or both. And then there
is the day after Thanksgiving Day, Black Friday, and what is Black
Friday, the buy everything you can at a discount rate day after the
Thanksgiving Day holiday. And what about buy nothing day, that day to
buy nothing day after thanksgiving day. And what about over consumption
and the environment. And now web 2.0 cyber go online shopping and buy
everything you can Monday? What's that all about? What's next in the
consume everything you can at a bargain rate holiday world. Is there
something in the works for buy everything you can Tuesday, or buy
everything you can month or year. Or does that holiday already exist.
And also this one too...
the advertisers say today is Black Friday, Buy Nothing Day, and the day
after Thanksgiving. And a friend of mine, Laura, sent this email
yesterday for the Thanksgiving Day Holiday. The poem seems to be about
food, food and more food, as I guess that is one of the things that this
American holiday centers around. And I spent the whole day wondering if
I should repost it or not. It is a poem. And as I remember Laura, she
is always good for a great poem. Happy day after remember the Indians,
Black Friday, Buy Nothing and poetry day.
Who Among You Knows the Essence of Garlic?
Can your foreigner's nose smell mullets roasting in a glaze of brown bean paste and sprinkled with novas of sea salt?
Can you hear my grandmother chant the mushroom's sutra?
Can you hear the papayas crying as they bleed in porcelain plates?
I'm telling you that the bamboo slips the long pliant shoots of its myriad soft tongues into your mouth that is full of oranges.
I'm saying that the silver waterfalls of bean threads will burst in hot oil and stain your lips like zinc.
The marbled skin of the blue mackerel works good for men. The purple oils from its flesh perfume the tongues of women.
you swallow them whole, the rice cakes soaking in a broth of coconut
milk and brown sugar will never leave the bottom of your stomach.
Flukes of giant black mushrooms leap from their murky tubs and strangle the toes of young carrots.
Broiling chickens ooze grease,yellow tears of fat collect and spatter in the smoking pot.
ripe pears, blushing on the kitchen window sill,kneel like plump women
taking a long, luxurious shampoo,and invite you to bite their hips.
Why not grab basketfuls of steaming noodles,lush and slick as the hair of a fine lady,and squeeze?
shrimps, big as Portuguese thumbs,stew among cut guavas, red
onions,ginger root, and rosemary in lemon juice,the palm oil bubbling to
the top,breaking through layers and layers of shredded coconut and
Who among you knows the essence of garlic and
black lotus root,of red and green peppers sizzling among squads of
oysters in the skillet,of crushed ginger, fresh green onions,and
pale-blue rice wine simmering in the stomach of a big red fish?
-- Garrett Hongo
Thanksgiving, remember the Indians, their beads and trinkets, that
twenty four dollars and the land of Manna-hatin, and eat more tofurkey.
Happy Holy Dayze.