Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Bethlehem Gives Tidings

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"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,)
Mariya. (Mary.)"

Sviata Vechera Headquarters

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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.

Holy Supper Participants: Round 2

..and that's the second round of Holy Supper Challenge participants up!

Longest Night

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"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.

Holy Supper Participants: Round 1

..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 graveyarddirt@gmail.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).

Holiday-Fucked

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When your ass is clearing out Halloween pumpkins to get ready for Midwinter's Sviata Vechera? You are so totally holiday-fucked.

Holy Supper Challenge

Taking part in the Holy Supper challenge? Please email me ASAP at graveyarddirt@gmail.com! 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).

The Fuck(ed) Shop

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.

And as much as I'd love to share the sordid tales of metaphorical fuckery, I'm still currently involved in an extended time-fucking session. What I can share, though, is a gem of an ancient Greek Fuck Shop saga: my time-fucked, body-fucked and Christmas-fucked self is returning to the exact point-of-motherfucking-origin of my first fucked-fucking tomorrow: Edinburgh. (<- Good one, Universe. I so did not see that shit coming at-fucking-all.)

Mushroom giveaway? Still the fuck on. Holy Supper challenge (and giveaway)? Still the fuck on. Right now I need to chase up some museum tickets, pack for our one night getaway, bake a mucho belated Christmas cake, prepare gluten-free food to travel with and sort Peck-Man out for the next 48 hours. When we return from the "Athens of the North" I'll be sure to explain how I went from cervix-banging hotel sex to nearly getting my ass hospitalized in just a few Fuck(ed) Shop weeks.