Loot report
Dec. 26th, 2003 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holzman_tweedThen the angels came, And when they start to sing,
All at once the past, It doesn't mean a thing
And the star comes out, And the wise men say,
Hey show me!
-- Trans Siberian Orchestra
The Winter-born King has arrived. The days are getting longer, reminding us that birth is renewal. That just as the previously shortening days don't mean we're doomed to eternal night and cold, past deeds and errors do not doom us to eternal suffering and loss. Renewal and rebirth comes to us all.
If you want to arrange it, This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this, Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor, Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help, You need only just ask
-- ibid
The Great Lord of the North has flown 'round the world, reminding us of this most important gift that the Great Ones built into the world. He has reminded us of it with tokens, smaller physical gifts that are the worldly manifestations of a spiritual truth.
And there to that light, That young Child showed to me
All the things that he dreamt, All the things that might be
How for everything given, That something was gained
Strike one match in the dark, And all the world's not the same
And then I asked that Child, Why this night has a star
And he said, "So we'd know, That we could see that far"
And these candles are wed, To that distant star's light
And it all came to be, Upon that long winter's night
-- ibid
"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus," goes the old saw. When we love someone enough to be mindful of what fills them with joy and bring it to them, be it great or small, Santa Claus has made himself manifest in the world. We are Santa Claus. We make idols of him, from Christian Saints to Pagan Gods to Coca-cola icons because they remind us of one of the million forms the Great Ones, and that we are a part of that.
Listen to the bells as they ring, Listen to the message they bring
Listen to the sound, As they sing as one voice in the night
Hoping that we'll all understand, Every dream we have's in our hands
And for every bell, May they ring all through the night
-- ibid
There will be pictures later, I've got to do some cropping and such.
My parents gave me a new wine rack system -- it holds 24 bottles now, and is expandable infinately. These people design modular wine storage for wineshops, resturaunts, and collectors.
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jadegirl gave me (in no particular order):
All at once the past, It doesn't mean a thing
And the star comes out, And the wise men say,
Hey show me!
-- Trans Siberian Orchestra
The Winter-born King has arrived. The days are getting longer, reminding us that birth is renewal. That just as the previously shortening days don't mean we're doomed to eternal night and cold, past deeds and errors do not doom us to eternal suffering and loss. Renewal and rebirth comes to us all.
If you want to arrange it, This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this, Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor, Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help, You need only just ask
-- ibid
The Great Lord of the North has flown 'round the world, reminding us of this most important gift that the Great Ones built into the world. He has reminded us of it with tokens, smaller physical gifts that are the worldly manifestations of a spiritual truth.
And there to that light, That young Child showed to me
All the things that he dreamt, All the things that might be
How for everything given, That something was gained
Strike one match in the dark, And all the world's not the same
And then I asked that Child, Why this night has a star
And he said, "So we'd know, That we could see that far"
And these candles are wed, To that distant star's light
And it all came to be, Upon that long winter's night
-- ibid
"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus," goes the old saw. When we love someone enough to be mindful of what fills them with joy and bring it to them, be it great or small, Santa Claus has made himself manifest in the world. We are Santa Claus. We make idols of him, from Christian Saints to Pagan Gods to Coca-cola icons because they remind us of one of the million forms the Great Ones, and that we are a part of that.
Listen to the bells as they ring, Listen to the message they bring
Listen to the sound, As they sing as one voice in the night
Hoping that we'll all understand, Every dream we have's in our hands
And for every bell, May they ring all through the night
-- ibid
There will be pictures later, I've got to do some cropping and such.
My parents gave me a new wine rack system -- it holds 24 bottles now, and is expandable infinately. These people design modular wine storage for wineshops, resturaunts, and collectors.
jadegirl gave me (in no particular order):- A bottle of 75 year old balsamic vinegar.
- A senet set.
- A yi'xing teapot I've been lusting after.
- The warmest, heaviest, most comfortable bathrobe (hooded monk style) I've ever had.
- A music box that plays "My Favorite Things."
- A box of assorted cigars from Nat Sherman.
- The scourge that the nice leathermen at The Leatherman gave her when she walked in and asked for "The biggest bite in the house." (The folks who work there think she's the cutest thing, the other customers get very confused about why she's in there)
- A cobalt glass snifter with silver-tone decoration. It's one of 36 in existence, and the crafter no longer makes usable glass, simply doing pieces on commission for museums.
I'm told there is one more gift on it's way, and my parents are bringing more stuff back from Ohio.
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Date: 2003-12-26 07:54 am (UTC)I've a hard time imagining infinite wine storage.
Near-infinite, sure, but one figures that, once you got around the size around of the Louvre and tall of the CN Tower, something might give.
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Date: 2003-12-26 08:05 am (UTC)Building in the accessways to get to that bottle 100 stories up might be a limiting factor.