A belated Happy Alban Arthuan! I hope this turning of the year’s wheel finds you well. I’m still grinding away at The Dolmen Arch. Taking a month to concentrate intently on the Two Dragons Rite seems to have worked. I’m back to meditating on the Triads from the start rather than picking up again. This time is going much better than last. As usual, I can report elderly people wanting to sponge my energy, strangers unloading their problems to my feeble attempt at a kind ear and friendly receptions from big dogs and even some little dogs. Here’s where it gets weird: You remember the lumbersexual look from two decades ago when broheims from the financial sector would larp the timber felling American icon? Recently, one of my coworkers called me a lumbersexual. Okay, fine, I look the part and he’s old enough to remember the fad, but I work in a big box DIY conveniently located in an Ohio winter. Boredom and bad temper opened my mouth for me. I replied, “And I’m really excited about Lumbersexual Pride Week next month.” The joke has grown legs, interestingly including the distaff side of the crew, so – why not? It’s a as good an excuse to wear flannel shirts and eat pancakes as any. 1. So – how do I pick a date in the next few weeks of winter doldrums to actually found a holiday that already includes the yet-to-be Paul Bunyan Breakfast? Suggestions for rites, activities and events are welcome. 2. Since the people who like the idea are blue collar and among the most harmed by the social-issues-go-round, do you think this might be actual punch-up satire from the bottom of the heap? Many thanks! Rhydlyd
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I’m still grinding away at The Dolmen Arch. Taking a month to concentrate intently on the Two Dragons Rite seems to have worked. I’m back to meditating on the Triads from the start rather than picking up again. This time is going much better than last.
As usual, I can report elderly people wanting to sponge my energy, strangers unloading their problems to my feeble attempt at a kind ear and friendly receptions from big dogs and even some little dogs.
Here’s where it gets weird: You remember the lumbersexual look from two decades ago when broheims from the financial sector would larp the timber felling American icon? Recently, one of my coworkers called me a lumbersexual. Okay, fine, I look the part and he’s old enough to remember the fad, but I work in a big box DIY conveniently located in an Ohio winter. Boredom and bad temper opened my mouth for me. I replied, “And I’m really excited about Lumbersexual Pride Week next month.”
The joke has grown legs, interestingly including the distaff side of the crew, so – why not? It’s a as good an excuse to wear flannel shirts and eat pancakes as any.
1. So – how do I pick a date in the next few weeks of winter doldrums to actually found a holiday that already includes the yet-to-be Paul Bunyan Breakfast? Suggestions for rites, activities and events are welcome.
2. Since the people who like the idea are blue collar and among the most harmed by the social-issues-go-round, do you think this might be actual punch-up satire from the bottom of the heap?
Many thanks!
Rhydlyd