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Forgot to post this yesterday. I got distracted by my new Lens Baby!

Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.





"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Holidays

Oct. 28th, 2009 10:31 am
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This is the first time in a long, long time that I haven't been excited for Halloween. I didn't have the time and resources to get my costume made. Our Funkin* is sitting on the dining table, un-carved. Rich is going to be working most of the day and into the night on Saturday; I don't feel like traveling terribly far on my own, so I probably won't go to any of the parties to which I have been invited.

We don't get any trick-or-treaters, so there's no candy in my house. I shall have to pilfer from my parents before they run out. (Translation: before Dad finishes it all.)

Maybe I'll go take some photos in the cemetery if it's nice enough out. I haven't done that in a few months, and it's appropriate for the holiday, no?

The post-Halloween holidays, on the other hand, I am stupid-excited about. Even though Thanksgiving in my family is traditionally held at my parents' house, and our apartment is way too teeny to host the event, I'm looking at festive table linens rather wistfully. (Hm. The one that would fit my table is only fifteen dollars. I just got a five dollar coupon, too...)

I have Plans for the biscuits this year, even though my mother nixed my bacon-biscuit idea. (Perhaps I shall do half plain and half bacon? I think this may be an excuse to perform some experiments. Delicious, delicious experiments!) I'll get to break out my super-nifty potato peeling device, as well.

Then there's Christmas. Cannot. Wait. I've already got a pretty decent wishlist going, (I like to put a lot of stuff on my wishlist, so that I may still be surprised when gift-opening occurs. If there were only one or two things on it I would know what I was getting before I opened any of the packages, and that would not be fun!) and have been harassing my family members to provide me with theirs. Mom wants a TV; Dad is usually the most difficult, but I have a bit of a plan for him. That leaves Steve. He tends to buy himself a lot of stuff, which limits my gift-giving options.

I'm going to pull out our decorations the minute Thanksgiving is over, and start getting the apartment in holiday-mode. (Unless, of course, we end up moving. Or something.) The lights, the garland, the scented candles, the festive table linens, the holiday movies...

I guess Halloween just seems sort of inconsequential when compared to the feelings that the other holidays elicit. Not that it's not fun, but I'm just more in the mood for that homey feeling these days.

This may have a lot to do with my desire to start shopping for a house to buy. To me, and I think to many people, the holidays mean home. We already know that our little apartment won't be "home" for too much longer. If we can get a mortgage, we'll be buying a house, most likely on the other side of the Hudson. If that doesn't happen, we'll probably move anyway when our landlord raises our rent. For what we'd be paying if that happened, we could get a much nicer, bigger place. (Preferably with a dishwasher and laundry facilities. A girl can hope!)

Part of the problem is that I get bored at work, and start looking at real estate listings online. I keep seeing adorable little houses that we could totally afford! In fact, according to the little calculators on the real estate websites, (which may or may not be accurate,) the mortgage payments on some of those homes would be less than what we are paying in rent right now!

Methinks I must learn some patience. It will happen soon, just not necessarily as soon as I would like.

Also, I really really REALLY want a LensBaby. They just released a fisheye optic! How freaking cool is that??

In short: I'm really sort of "meh" when it comes to Halloween this year, but I want the rest of the holidays to get here, darn it!

*A Funkin is a carvable fake pumpkin. We got it for two reasons: 1. I kept hearing about pumpkin shortages due to fungus, and 2. we don't have an appropriate porch to store a Jack O'Lantern on, so last year we put it on our table. It went moldy and gooed all over the place. It was gross.
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I brought the photos of the bears to work, in order to upload and post them.

I uploaded all one hundred twenty nine of them to my photobucket, only to decide five minutes later that they were all too dark and would require some touching up in Photoshop before I posted them anywhere.

The videos need to be edited, too, so y'all don't have to listen to the annoying people who were standing around me. They're also a bit dark.

I can assure you, it will be worth the wait. The bears were freaking adorable. I want one to snorgle, but it would probably eat my face.

Trees

Dec. 12th, 2008 10:01 am
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Can somebody please explain to me why it would cost between forty and fifty dollars for me to go to a farm and cut down my own Christmas/Yule tree, when I can go to Loews or Home Depot and get a perfectly nice pre-cut tree for twenty or thirty dollars (less if it's on sale)?

Is it because of insurance or something? You'd figure it would cost less, since they don't have to pay somebody to do the work.

Basically, why are they asking me to pay extra to do a job they'd normally be paying somebody else to do?
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Last night while [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop and I were watching TV we saw one of those commercials where somebody gets a fancy shmancy car with a giant bow on top for Christmas. I mentioned that I would never want a car for Christmas; they're far too expensive, and I would want to test drive and select my own vehicle.

Rich asked me what I would most want for Christmas. I have a rather extensive wish list on thethingsiwant.com, so I started thinking about which item would make me happiest if I opened it on Christmas morning.

"Well, the password manager would be very handy, but I would love a new lens for my dSLR. Then there's all the kitchen stuff..."

He said that no, he didn't mean this Christmas. He wanted to know what my all-time fantasy Christmas gift was.

I couldn't think of anything.

When I was little, I asked for one of those floor-less ride-in toy cars for several years in a row. The problem was that I wanted it to be a white minivan just like my Mom's, and those didn't actually exist.

Now that I'm grown, I'm really not sure what my perfect fantasy Christmas gift would be.

Do any of you know what yours would be?
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Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.




"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
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If you were my twenty year old brother, what would you want for Christmas? He wants a new HDTV, but my parents are buying him that, since I obviously can't afford that anyway.

He keeps stealing my DVD's, so I'm thinking maybe a couple of movies, but I don't know what. Maybe Cars? He's an automotive technician, so that'd be cute. I don't know what his girlfriend is getting him either. I should talk to her the next time she visits.

He's the only one I haven't shopped for yet, and he won't give me any hints as to what I should get for him! At least *I* have a list at thethingsiwant.com, to make my family's lives easier, (also, it's fun!), but he's always been the difficult one.

So. Any suggestions?
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Merry Kiss Moose everyone!!
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And so the countdown has begun! Many thanks to those of you who offered your congratulations. If you've been jonesin' to come visit me at work, you have until January 1st, which is my last day EVER in retail. With any luck, that is.

I gave my two weeks notice to Manager R. on Saturday. She made the pouty face at me, but she understands why I have to leave. Everyone else has been very happy for me. Assistant manager S. has not said a single word to me about it. I will laugh my ass off if she puts me on the schedule after I'm gone.

Other than that, I haven't touched a computer in...at least two days, I think. F-list skip=100, and I barely skimmed some of it. If something of the utmost importance has occurred, let me know, because I probably missed it.

Monday night, I went to see Trans Siberian Orchestra in concert. Oh. My. GOD! I've never been to a concert before. I must say, this was an EXCELLENT first concert to go to.

The music was, of course, amazing. The show was phenomenal! There were lazer lights, and snow, and a twinkle net, and lazer lights THROUGH snow, and it was just so astounding that I almost cried with joy. I dropped a hundred bucks at the souvenier stand, but it was so worth it. I bought a super cool hour glass, and a SIGNED poster (anyone know where I can get a 22x37 frame for cheap?) and a t-shirt for [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop (who is still the bestest best boyfriend evar). Mommy bought me a spiffy light up guitar pin. I wanted a TSO hoodie, but they only had them for toddlers. I may be small, but I'm not THAT small.

Anyway, they played almost all of Christmas Attic, which is my favorite album of theirs, AND they played a track off of their soon to be released new album. That track happened to be "O Fortuna" from Carmina Burana. Holy. Shit. Right before they played that, the front man told everyone in the audience to take out their cell phones and wave them while they played. It was hot. I NEED that CD the instant it's available for purchase. I'll pre-order if I must.

Anyway, they said that they had a big surprise for us at the end. JOAN JETT WAS A SPECIAL GUEST STAR! She came out, and played "I love Rock & Roll" with TSO, then they did an encore of "Carol of the Bells" and the two lead guitarists came out into the audience, and got on a hydraulic lift, and went up in the air.

There were the most amazing pyrotechnics I have ever seen. Blue flames, and yellow ones, and green ones, and pure red ones, and puffs of fire that I thought were going to set the lighting rigs on fire. All you theater techies out there, ask me about the lighting rig sometime.

Wow. Just...wow. I'm totally going again next year, come hell or high water.

I probably won't be around again before the holidays, so Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Yule, and Have a Nice Day (for all the atheists in the audience.) Hope everyone has a safe and joyful week.

Come to think of it, has anyone gotten my holiday cards in the mail yet? My post office can be widgy sometimes, and I'd like to know if I have to go yell at someone.

In closing, I'd like to quote Animal:
"Peace on Earth, GIMME PRESENTS!"

Woohoo!

Dec. 18th, 2003 04:27 pm
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Finished my final Shakespeare paper. I'll post it later. That's two down, one to go... At least I have almost a month until that one's due.

There's a really big box from Barnes & Noble sitting on the counter. Mommy won't tell me what's in it. That means it's presentses. I wish I had x-ray vision...

Oh well. Off to class!
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As you all know, RotK is coming out in theaters as of midnight tonight. As most of you know, I am the biggest LotR geek there is. I'm even making a scrapbook.
Anyway, I'm not going to see the movie until next week, as it is traditional for me to see it first with my mom. She introduced me to the cartoon of the Hobbit when I was quite young, then she gave me her boxed set of the books from like 1974 when I was in the third grade. I've seen both of the other movies first with her, so of course I have to wait for this one.

So please please please PLEASE, if you must rave about how wonderful and fantastic the movie was, could you put it behind LJ cut? For me? 'Cause I'll scratch your eyeballs out if you don't?

In other news, I have all of my Christmas presents wrapped and ready for the big day. Even Snowball's. She's getting a large jar of biscuits, a package of chew bones, a candy cane shaped rawhide, a box of Scooby snacks, and a new collar. It's purkle. :) It's so much fun to watch her open her presents. She's so cute. Mom wouldn't let me get her a pretty snowflake sweater though. I may just have to go back to Petsmart and get it myself.

Mom and Rich are getting...well, I'm not saying. They read this journal. :P You two will just have to wait.

This is my final week of classes, except for Freaks, because we missed a class in the middle of the semester, so I have one more after the break. Then...nothing!...until February 2. I've got the new course catalog in my posession, (they actually sent me one this semester!), and I've already picked out a few courses:
Sign Language (I was supposed to take it this semester, but it got cancelled.)
Tai Chi
Guitar (but only if Santa brings me a guitar. Otherwise, maybe Piano.)
And the following course, the description for which is taken directly from the catalog:

Fantasy: From The Hobbit to Holes
Albert Einstein said, "The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowlegde," and Oscar Wilde stated, "One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead." Why does fantasy appeal to children and adults? What important messages might it contain? Is fantasy even more popular during troubled times of political instability, and if so, why? These and other questions are explored against the varying backdrop of the sociocultural conditions in which each story was written. We read The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Holes by Louis Sachar, The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, and Sabriel by Garth Nix.

I've already read half of the books on that list. Not only that, but the course is online! I can go to class in my pajamas! How hot is that??

I'm not exactly sure what else I'm going to take, but we'll see. I'm going to make an appointment with my advisor ASAP so I can get into that course.

Work is going well. Everyone there is nice, and I'm making money. So woohoo!

I'm off to write my final psychology paper. Wish me luck!

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