Several customers came by to collect their finished items and wrinkled their noses. “She means the shop smelled like a port-a-potty,” says Prudence. What used to be funny that isn’t any more? Yesterday, I micro-waved broccoli as a part of a healthy lunch and it made a healthy smell which wafted all throughout the north end of the building. Just as when one begins to lose one’s hearing, it’s hard to know when we are losing our sense of humor. (Reck was later sent to Dauchau and died there for “embarrassing the fatherland” with his writing.) To say Germany “lost its sense of humor” in the 1930’s is an understatement indeed. He traces the emotional decline of a country where neighbors used to joke with each other and treat each other with gentleness and tolerance, with generous laughter at each other’s quirks, and gradually become the tortured souls who report each other to the authorities for acts of unsanctioned kindness. In it, Reck talks a lot about how his fellow citizens are “losing their sense of humor” and replacing it with fears, suspicions, paranoia and distrust. It’s “ The Diary of a Man in Despair,” by Freidrick Reck, the journal of a German nobleman in Bavaria in the 1930’s. “When you can’t get out of it, get into it!” is one of my mantras so recently, I read an outstanding book for anyone feeling bleak. Like most of you, I have been reading, listening, fretting, obsessing… It’s making not just winter but Life feel bleak. We need a cup of Joy with our daily broccoli. We need true Rest, Deep Sleep, A Long Winter’s Nap. The rest of our days don’t seem to matter much-the constant out-gassing of the punditry puts us in a paralyzing fog. Exhausting prognostications are heavier to bear than layers of quilted overalls under a Carhartt. The Bleak is as precious as anything is that is Temporary.īut this year, my normally deliciously bleak mid-winter is being interrupted by loud pronouncements of something truly Bleak-that it’s going to be a whole bleak YEAR-that ten months of an election cycle will become twenty five (or at least feel that way) and that we are all only living for one day, a certain Tuesday in November. Just use this time to snip away all that is dead. Don’t think of hot, full birds and berries. Prune the blueberry bushes as quietly as you can. Our willingness to be slightly uncomfortable occasionally makes every comfort sweeter and opens us up to thrilling opportunities those that want to live at a steady seventy degrees farenheit must decline.īest of all is the deep quiet of a slumbering Spring beneath the grungy blanket of white. We are invigorated by air that feels like a paring knife. We love lumbering around as androgynous mammals. I have lived in places where people gritch about the weather. The subtle luxuries of ‘snow on snow’ cannot be underestimated. I confess it soothes my inner hermitess to have snow days and be cut off from civilization and be “forced” to sit by the fire with a good book, a new fiddle tune, or some yarn. That carol, “in the bleak mid-winter….” often plays in my head as I trudge the grey and bluish circles to the barn and shop. Ordinarily, there is nothing I like quite so much as a Bleak Mid-Winter. Here is a link to /r/TwinkleDaddies for all your twinkly needs.Ĭheck out this awesome Post Hardcore subreddit.In the bleak midwinter/Frosty wind made moanĮarth stood hard as iron/Water like a stone I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism in Your Yearbook - DiscographyĬircle Takes the Square - As the Roots Undo The term "screamo" was initially applied to a more aggressive offshoot of emo that developed in San Diego in 1982, which used short songs that grafted "spastic intensity to wilfully experimental dissonance and dynamics." - Wikipedia Screamo is a genre of music which predominantly evolved from hardcore punk, among other genres, in the early 1980s. Post links from favorite bands of the genre. Discuss upcoming shows/bands from the Emo/Screamo genre.
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