After going to help my friend Jan, I went out to the Zone last night. I danced a smidgen and chatted with folks. I noticed that some folks were wearing these felt Christmas hats with pointed trim around the brim, but the pointy bits were hanging down, so the effect was rather that of depressed elves. I sort of imagined Santa's workshops with disconsolate elves lamenting, "Look, the kids don't really care about these gifts, and they are just going to find out what a fraud Santa is, setting themselves up for a lifetime of failed expectations. We all die alone anyway."
I had a very nice chat with Season, who wondered if maybe they wouldn't have been fired from the Sylvia Plath Employment Agency to make Christmas Bell Jars.
However, a friend was also noting the slightly phallic imagery when the point of the hat was straight up, so we concluded that it was sort of an Eros versus Thanatos ink blot sort of test.
This afternoon, I went out to dine with Deb and Mike and talk about newsletter stuff. I haven't had much of a chance to scan more back issues, but I am hoping that I will have more,
