November 06, 2012
UnbrokeFiled under: Site Shit
Oh, hey, guess what I (sorta*) unbroke today?
* Some links don't point to the right journal entry (filed under: shit to figure out later), but at least the search engine's running again!
December 25, 2011
Bethlehem Gives TidingsFiled under: One A Day
"V vyfleyemi novya, (Bethlehem gives tidings,)
Diva Syna porody la (A Son is born to a maiden)
Porodyla v blahodati, (Overshadowed with God's graces,)
Neporochna, Diva Maty, (The pure Virgin, Mother of God,)
December 24, 2011
Sviata Vechera HeadquartersFiled under: One A Day
To-effin'-do list(s)? Check. Ukrainian cookery books? Check. One mug of calming tea? Check. Ukrainian music fusing the modern and traditional? Check. First of the best table linens set for Sviata Vechera? Check. 2011's rising Kolach beneath a secondhand Rushnychok? Check.
December 22, 2011
Holy Supper Participants: Round 2Filed under: Dirty Deeds
Longest NightFiled under: One A Day
"Na rukakh trymaye (In her arms, she holds Him)
I Yemu spivaye (And she sings to Him)
Vsemohuchym Stvorytelem (The Supreme Creation)
Yoho nazyvaye. (She names Him.)" - Dyvnaya Novyna
Regardless of the light that illuminates your path, may you find peace, happiness and understanding at the end of your longest night.
Pictured above: The kolach is lit for Sviata Vechera ("Holy Supper") acting like an invitational beacon for our ancestors, relatives and deceased friends to join us in holiday festivities. (See also: 2008 Kolach)
December 21, 2011
Holy Supper Participants: Round 1Filed under: Dirty Deeds
..and that's the first round of Holy Supper Challenge participants up!
If your ass ain't listed it's because I either 1.) didn't get your email (please resend to email@example.com, or feel free to contact me directly through a social networking site) or 2.) am waiting for your name and/or blog address.
PS: I magic chore-whored my way through this job in an exquisitely stoned state; if I effed up any of your shit please don't be afraid to throw a rock at me (although I'd prefer if you'd just email me to let me know, heh).
December 20, 2011
Holiday-FuckedFiled under: One A Day
When your ass is clearing out Halloween pumpkins to get ready for Midwinter's Sviata Vechera? You are so totally holiday-fucked.
December 18, 2011
Holy Supper ChallengeFiled under: Dirty Deeds
Taking part in the Holy Supper challenge? Please email me ASAP at firstname.lastname@example.org! I need to begin building my participant list; no names means no giveaway! (<- Not to spoil surprises, but I got some good effin' shit put aside!)
PS: To qualify for the giveaway you don't have to have your Holy Supper on the 22nd (winter solstice). All I - and your ancestors! - care about is participation. A deadline will eventually be decided upon, but it won't be until January (I'm thinking maybe Epiphany).
December 11, 2011
The Fuck(ed) ShopFiled under: Life
It's true; I've been fucked at the fuck shop. I'm so fucking talented at being fucked that I've been granted two extra fucks this holiday season: body-fucked and Christmas-fucked. (<- I can only assume that the Universe thought my personal rendition of being time-fucked was so spectacularly good it demanded multiple encores.) So, if your ass has been wondering where my ass has been; it's been getting fucked...repeatedly.Continue reading "The Fuck(ed) Shop"
November 29, 2011
By Spit, Blood and SmokeFiled under: One A Day
Consecration; two parts Old Testament, one part Ms. Dirty.
November 27, 2011
Foragin' GritFiled under: Dirty Deeds
Back in July I challenged Graveyard Dirt readers to toss any fungus-related phobia out the fucking door and follow me into the hedges, fields and woods to hunt down one of the safest wild mushrooms to eat: the mothereffin' bolete.Continue reading "Foragin' Grit"
November 25, 2011
Salve Regina (Hail Queen)Filed under: One A Day
"All hail, O holy Queen, Mother exceeding merciful;
Life's spring, sweet comfort, our Hope-bearer, all hail."
November 23, 2011
Midwinter MagicFiled under: Rituals
I'm going to try writing this shit without reaching for a brown paper bag, because, holy fuck, there's less than a fucking month until Midwinter and I already feel like I'm behind on every-effin'-thing. In 29 days Italics and I will be celebrating the loudest motherfucking dumb supper your hellbound ears will ever hear: Sviata Vechera. And, this year, your effin' ass is joining in on the ancestral Yuletide revelry.Continue reading "Midwinter Magic"