February 14th, 2007
So the day's rolled around. You don't have a date and now you've crawled into a hole to whine about the ominous "V Day" because you can't be bothered to say Valentine's Day. Maybe even the 'V' is too much for you and you call it "Day of Shame". Maybe you're Korean and pretend it's "Black Day". You whine about how people shouldn't need a day in which to do romantic things and how they ought to do them all year round. You even shamelessly say that you do them randomly in an effort to look more attractive to others. You complain about the capitalism and how the whole nation bends over backwards, yet you secretly go to the store and buy up all the half-price Valentine's day sweets.
Well -- quit whining and do something about it.
St. Valentine has been reported to have been from three separate places and there's two separate stories about why he's a saint. From wiki:
In 1969, as part of a larger effort to pare down the number of saint days of purely legendary origin, the Church removed St. Valentine's Day as an official holiday from its calendar. February 14 is now dedicated only to Saint Cyril and Saint Methodius.
Supposedly there's relics -- but from which one? Which story's the real one? The truth is obvious! None of them!
So, you're sitting here whining about a holiday about a fictional saint with a made up background that even the church has become ashamed of and dropped. Maybe it's perpetuated by those who are happily coupled. Maybe it's perpetuated by business. Who cares? It's in your hands now and here's what to do about it: Stop celebrating/acknowledging/whining about a fictional saint and start celebrating a real one -- Me!
You all know in your hearts that a day in which you're supposed to love someone else is hurtful and wrong. However, a day in which everyone loves me is the universe working the way it ought to.
Some of you will be hesitant to leave the comfort of your pain, gloom, and misery. You'll refuse to leave your little hidey hole and give up the fiction perpetuated by our society. As Henrik Ibsen put it, "The Devil is compromise!" As Robert LaFollette put it, "no loaf is better than half a loaf!" One and all, I've come to deliver this simple message. Learn it. Live it. Engrave it upon your soul.
Celebrate Philday -- it beats the hell out of the alternative!
ashley's decided to go around telling people "happy cyril and methodius day" just to fuck with people's heads.
and i agree with your post. it's totally true.
Warren Ellis, through a slightly misguided reading of the history, has taken to calling it horny werewolf day. The original rite actually has nothing to do with werewolves though, just wolves.
|Date:||February 14th, 2007 10:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Hurrah! And a happy Philday to you, sir!
And wishes for an adventurous and greatly pleasing Philday right back atcha!
because, i do what i want. and if that happens to be celebrating valentines day then so be it. p.s. i learned about rob lafollette and his wisconsin idea a few weeks ago in ap us history.
To quote a favorite play of mine (T.S. Eliot's "Murder in the Cathedral"):
The last temptation is the greatest treason
To do the right thing, for the wrong reason.
Doing what one wants is very respectable -- the American dream when it comes right down to it -- but it avoids the question. Why do things in the name of a fiction borne from conspiracy in lies? You're better than that!
Or, at least, I believe you to be.
I'd never dream of trying to remove one's freedom by forcing them to not do what they want -- I only seek to convince. I'd like to persuade you that there is at least one better reason you could be doing what you choose on February 14th.
I'm pleased to hear that LaFollette hasn't fallen off of everyone's radar just yet. He and Eugene Debs are much of why I found any of that period's history interesting. Both were ultimately doomed as political figures, yet fought hard enough for their beliefs to be a major part of US history.
I see also from your journal's title that you've heard of Ray Bradbury -- a favorite writer of mine. He speaks every year at a festival in Los Angeles that I make an honest effort to attend every year.
actually I'm more Whitman than Bradbury. and why do you believe me to be better than that?
With respect to Messieurs Whitman and Bradbury, I had a 50/50 chance. I will admit greater respect for Bradbury's vision than Whitman's activism, but the two are unquestionably skilled wordsmiths who I've enjoyed.
Why do I believe you to be better than one who would do things in the name of a rather poor fiction?
A portion is certainly faith in humanity. This is necessary given that I've only just made your acquaintance. I am also, perhaps, a bit old fashioned.
Additionally, I perceive value in one who reads a treatise like the above and find it worthy of comment -- in particular about a figure recently studied. At the best of times, the human capacity to learn is limited. To have learned with the best of intentions something from one of our educational institutions (which too often work with the worst of intentions) and to incorporate it in a social comment is noteworthy -- a sign of one who may apply the term intellectual to themselves appropriately.
That is something I respect greatly. Much more than I respect an attempt to convert an ancient holiday with a fellow who never existed, could never be pinned down to one of three locations, and whose story never quite came out straight.
This is, of course, neglecting all the other things the holiday has become -- some of which are objectionable; some are not.
Was that an adequate answer to your query?
|Date:||February 15th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)|| |
I was at work, and somebody on IM wished me a happy Valentines day, which made me realize that it was probably the 14th. Hadn't realized until then.
I wanted to send you a msg saying Happy Phil Day, but realized I didn't have your phone number, and couldn't get on standard IM to see if you were on!
Well, Happy Phil Day!
Ack! Well, it's the thought that counts. My thanks and I hope that your Phil day went well 8)
|Date:||February 16th, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)|| |
Yes, actually I did have quite a nice Phil Day. Did you?
I did indeed. Strangely, Phil Day came up sneakily this year and is stretching itself out as long as possible -- everyone's packages are late!
I don't mind, but the suspense is killing me!
I think at some point in the near future, we'll come up that way to hang out and stuff. We owe ourselves a big Phil Day thang like last year.
My thanks -- for your outstanding support, I may yet appoint you to the position of organizing the parades of my armies around the world!
I trust Philday treated you well?
Most excellent! Sleep and computer supplies! That's just about all I can ask for by way of celebration!
I think four hours of sleep was about how much I scored last night -- I should've taken the day off today. But man was it worth it 8)
Happy Birthday Phil! Or, as they say in the incomprehensible Satanic German language, Herzlich Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag! Try saying that ten times fast. Or even one time, slowly.
It is to my discredit that I know just enough of German to pronounce those letters.
Saying them greater than zero times fast is, of course, an impossibility.
|Date:||February 5th, 2011 10:21 am (UTC)|| |
A bit belated, but: "You all know in your hearts that a day in which you're supposed to love someone else is hurtful and wrong."