Weekly Zephyr #84: Cornucopia

November 27, 2019

M. Rapine, "Electrical light in rarefied gas" from here

HO HO HO

Happy Thanksgiving! (to most of you) (some of you live far away and don't celebrate) (but what if I were implying that I have secret beef with a group of you and was withholding the wish!) HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO MOST OF YOU THE REST, WELL. YOU UNDERSTAND.

I don't have beef with any of you. I can't fake it. I have the opposite of beef with you.

<koan: what is the opposite of beef>

Today, instead of musing at you about whatever, I'm going to serve you things to look at or read or get or try. And when you're done eating and spaced out on pie and yams, you can click around to this and that.   L O O S E N Y O U R P A N T S H E R E W E G O

bubbles: ambassadors of frivolity that's not the title of the piece, that's just what bubbles are (it came from the public domain review, just like the first illustration did)

    two gems of Twitter

   here be a game I can't stop playing Maybe some of you will become Design Home dorks just like me the link takes you to an article where another Design Home fool tells you why we like it so much          

It's very good, that's all.

              please join me at the work of Yoonmi Nam  here some comes    (artist statement)  

Noodle, 2017
Kitsune, 2012
Oishii, 2015
Guys and Fries, 2018
Oh my god, who's Rachel Roberts Should we google Rachel Roberts Let's do it Well, hm. At first I thought THIS IS AMUSING but then I read further and her life does not end amusingly at all.

    The part of the newsletter in which I harangue you to drink Fire Cider all winter

this maple syrup isn't

  This is a video of Rosemary Gladstar making fire cider (that up there is some fire cider I set to brew at the beginning of October and cracked open at the end of the month, that I've grown to love splashed in a bit of Trader Joe's Spiced Apple Cider)

  mine: mason jar full of onions, garlic, horseradish, turmeric, ginger, rosemary, cayenne, oranges with peel and then filled to the top with apple cider vinegar, the kind that has a mother in it left in a dark place to brew for at least 4 weeks (we did about 5), shaken every day then opened—dear god, the smell, be ready—and strained

  I'm haranguing you because it's miraculous. A horrible, gross virus is in our house right now bothering my children and my body keeps trying to get it and the fire cider has kept all but the most evocative little whisper of ghostly sniffle away, and most of the time even that isn't there. You make it tomorrow, do you hear me. Never don't have some.   But since it won't be ready for a few weeks, you can buy some to tide you over This kind looks good

END OF THE SECTION, DRINK FIRE CIDER, BYE ALSO GET A FLU SHOT

     Who Gave You the Right to Tell That Story? fiction writers discussing writing outside their identities         These delightful perfumers made a series of scents in honor of their daughter Lilith's 11th birthday. Lilith's father is a fan of the Seattle Seahawks football team.  Oh, say, I am a fan of that team  I might have purchased this on the strength of this: Crisp, wet pine needles, soft mosses, bright bergamot, a bit of Dorian, and Lilith’s favorite lavender. It's lovely. I'd call it a unisex scent. All scents are unisex scents because we've got to stop being so silly. It starts out one way on the skin and then a warm and dreamy base note lingers. This might make a fine gift for a very specific sort of recipient.          J.D. Salinger, Unbound 

​Bouke de Vries, Matrix 180