The holiday season is the busiest and most stressful time of the year for me. My colleague Debbie and I were chatting about this the other day and all we could think is “here we go again into that ever so stressful season!” It’s supposed to be “the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”, as the Christmas song playing on the radio says. Yet work, finances and other family or social commitments seem to bog us both down. It got us thinking…is this time of year really that wonderful?
Rights for me but not for thee Left is true but Right for you Freedom for brothers that aren’t the Others Justice for us, on the same bus
Which bus are thee on, which way does it go Which side are you on, which way do you flow Which people are we with, which ones are we part of Which ones are the sinners, which ones’ve departed
An Empire of Gorillaz An Empire of Little Dragons And Empire of Ants A cosmic vibration
What does it say? It says:
An Empire of vibrations An Empire of sands And umpire of gorillas T(w)oo cosmic vibration (s)
An empire state The Empire State An Empire State Building An Empire State of Mind, II:
A ton of things are beautiful Reggae is beautiful I am beautiful U(me)R beautiful A Ton of Reggae is beautiful Just as Reggaeton is beautiful And the Prince of Reggaeton is beautiful: :(JB&JB):
What is our empire of man, except a sham? For in the face of DraGons we are damned If ants are meaningless to us As mice or bees or birds are Then we are meaningless to Drag-us As rice or 🅱️s or turds are
The rite of the East, the fights of the West The lights of the North, the Lights of the south The lights we will meet, these lights are the best The Fight in the North, the Rights in the south
Our own lights starve out the Northern Lights And now we’re starved for Northern Lights O Beat of Time, won’t you let there be auroras borealis O Clock of Dune, won’t you Let there be 🅱️auroras 🅱️-Orealis
O Realis, O Realize O Real-Eyes, O Re-Ill-Eyes A Roar-rus, O Roar Raz O Roar Us, A Roar Raz
Now that we’ve pretended airplanes’re shooting stars We’ll pretend glare’s flames’re-Rora’s bars:
Chasing auroras, chasing cars We be chasin, till I drop bars:
I’m runnning away now, from Northern Lights I runaway now from, North to South Run-Uh-Way with, Runaway with me from North, to Southern Lights
And run back from Suthern to Nuthern Lights
Green lights, purple lights, Green drugs, purple psychedelics Green haze, purple haze Green rain, purple rain
All I want, After waiting such a long time to see shooting stars Is Shelter
Oh, it’s like inception now Waking up from dreams again and again When will it ever enddd When will the week-end
Now for no reason, Most of (Everything I’ll do) I’ll do it for you, Aurora’s Shooting Stars
Hope you don’t get too lost In the hyperlinks For then you’ll face a high cost Struck by hya-per Links Hope you don’t die Struck but not burst Sung but not thirst?:
A tapestry of blue will be found So amap–hist’ry of you will be found Just as, A valance of purples ‘n greens will be found So that a balance of purpose serenes will be found
The cycle of the moon aligning with the menstrual cycle acted as a first concept of measurement
Shreya Prasad, via Athabasca
Inspired by conversations with Olya and Shreya around Shreya’s Goddesses in Mythology course. (Unrelated, I also took a course from Athabasca once…)
Our Period is a Clock
Olya Jaworsky
An HourGlass Shape, the Glass of HOur Shape
U A, M.
Were women the first timekeepers because they had periods that almost lined up the period of a moon cycle? And was timekeeping necessary for humans to jump into our level of intelligence?
A lunar cycle, 29 point 5 days A point, a period, 28 or so days Seven divides it to give a week East and West, North and South 7 days in a week remain
Both 29.5 and 28 So close to each other And close to 30, dividing 360 And neatly gives 12, a highly composite number Such numbers divide better than anything below them And we humans love division
A revolutionary cycle, 365 point 25 days So close, so close to that highly composite 360 And so close to being just 365 But off by just a bit That tiny imperfection requiring leaps of years to fix We humans yearn for perfection
But still, but still Despite imperfections, we went with 12 Again and again and again Solar or Lunar, Gregorian or Indian 12 months in a year and 12 hours in a day’s So highly composite, we can divide Into halves and thirds and quarters
12 months in a year But only 10 fingers on our hands Giving birth to a base 10 system Thus cursed were we with more imperfection And yet, and yet These tiny closeness-es, may have forced us To develop our greater mathematical intelligence
We loved our highly composite numbers so much We put 60 seconds into a minute 60 minutes into an hour And 12, and 12 again, hours into a day For a total of a highly composite 24 And yet, our biological clocks Are so close, so imperfect again For instead we found it slightly longer 24 hours and 11 minutes, give or take
While I theorized before That our intelligence arose from interactions With plants and fungi around us Perhaps one more jump was needed A biological coincidence, an astronomical coincidence, And a mathematical coincidence, to tie them together And these coincidences of timekeeping Of composite numbers Of tiny imperfection And of closeness May-be what’s needed For a human level of sentience
Artists are shapeshifters Masters are Shape-Shifus Just as they are jape-grifters And as they are grape-drinkers Now, wine hasn’t been drunk in a long time
A Half-Charmed kinda life A Staff armed with a knife What to do with this life What to do, rope or knife
What shape to become for this artist What to do, for this part is Easy, so can someone tell me What hard is?
What shape is the most difficult What shape belongs not to cult What symbol is truly pure Which we use not to allure
Life is hard, death is easy Death is hard, life is breæzy Breath is hard, just as life is Strife is hard, just as Palace-siz
the Year”, as the Christmas song playing on the radio says. Yet work, finances and other family or social commitments seem to bog us both down. It got us thinking…is this time of year really that wonderful?
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