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2.03.2014
February 2nd - we are halfway there.
Depending on where you are in the world, February 2nd is an important day, the middle of winter, halfway to the Spring Equinox. Brazil and Africa and other afro-american regions have Yemaya, an orisha from Yoruba. She is the ocean, she is motherhood, she is the protector of children. She is the source of all the waters - our west coast should start worshipping her.
In the US, thanks to German farming immigrants in Pennsylvania, we have groundhogs Day or Candlemas Day. Candlemas day, the day on which, according to the Germans, the Groundhog peeps out of his winter quarters and if he sees his shadow he pops back for another six weeks nap, but if the day be cloudy he remains out, as the weather is to be moderate. (wikipedia)
Candlemas Day, the midway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Solstice, for early Christians was a day celebrated with candles that were blessed and delivered to them by the local clergy. Candlemas day is also the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin (or in layman's terms - 40 days ago she had a baby, now she's "clean" again).
In Mexico - Dia del la Candelaria, where Niño Dios is brought back to the church for the purification. A couple weeks ago I met a couple at a store in the Moore Street Marqueta. They were buying costumes and decorations for their Baby Jesus, so very excited for the coming celebration. John and Eufemio invited me to Most Holy Trinity for the celebration. On my way home I stopped at another spanish mass at All Saint's Church where it was explained to me that the first year you bring your baby Jesus to mass he must be laying down, like a baby. In the following years a chair is gained as well as more and more decorative outfits - from Juan Diego, Sport stars to Doctors (Santo Niño Jesús Doctor de los Enfermos) and angels. It was really quite beautiful to see young and old not just participating but taking pride in this tradition. There's a ton of information out there that explains it further so I won't try to wrap it up here, maybe next February 2nd I'll head to Mexico for further research... or sooner as April 30th is Día del Niño!
Depending on where you are in the world, February 2nd is an important day, the middle of winter, halfway to the Spring Equinox. Brazil and Africa and other afro-american regions have Yemaya, an orisha from Yoruba. She is the ocean, she is motherhood, she is the protector of children. She is the source of all the waters - our west coast should start worshipping her.
In the US, thanks to German farming immigrants in Pennsylvania, we have groundhogs Day or Candlemas Day. Candlemas day, the day on which, according to the Germans, the Groundhog peeps out of his winter quarters and if he sees his shadow he pops back for another six weeks nap, but if the day be cloudy he remains out, as the weather is to be moderate. (wikipedia)
Candlemas Day, the midway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Solstice, for early Christians was a day celebrated with candles that were blessed and delivered to them by the local clergy. Candlemas day is also the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin (or in layman's terms - 40 days ago she had a baby, now she's "clean" again).
In Mexico - Dia del la Candelaria, where Niño Dios is brought back to the church for the purification. A couple weeks ago I met a couple at a store in the Moore Street Marqueta. They were buying costumes and decorations for their Baby Jesus, so very excited for the coming celebration. John and Eufemio invited me to Most Holy Trinity for the celebration. On my way home I stopped at another spanish mass at All Saint's Church where it was explained to me that the first year you bring your baby Jesus to mass he must be laying down, like a baby. In the following years a chair is gained as well as more and more decorative outfits - from Juan Diego, Sport stars to Doctors (Santo Niño Jesús Doctor de los Enfermos) and angels. It was really quite beautiful to see young and old not just participating but taking pride in this tradition. There's a ton of information out there that explains it further so I won't try to wrap it up here, maybe next February 2nd I'll head to Mexico for further research... or sooner as April 30th is Día del Niño!
1.20.2014
"I'll take money over culture any day..." - anonymous at the Moore Street Market in Williamsburg.
My heart collapsed for New York City...
Countries have lost their culture because what they wanted was money. Money became the running theme in every country and culture was sacrificed.
- Yoko Ono
We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that
is worth a tinker's dam is the history we make today.
- Henry Ford
My heart collapsed for New York City...
Countries have lost their culture because what they wanted was money. Money became the running theme in every country and culture was sacrificed.
- Yoko Ono
We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that
is worth a tinker's dam is the history we make today.
- Henry Ford
3.29.2013
Good Friday, 2001
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I used to spend a lot of time on foot with camera, I still do but certainly not like before. I would seek out life in the city like I couldn't get enough of it. Over time, the life of this city has changed and the new city seems to have eaten at my patience. That needs to change. On the New York Times Lens Blog today is the story In the Spirit and on the Street - photographs by Larry Racioppo which got me thinking about this photograph I have from 2001. I was wandering with my eyes wide open - in and around North Brooklyn just looking when I happened upon this procession. Just the idea excites me, I need to make a point to spend more time wandering, away from this computer.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I used to spend a lot of time on foot with camera, I still do but certainly not like before. I would seek out life in the city like I couldn't get enough of it. Over time, the life of this city has changed and the new city seems to have eaten at my patience. That needs to change. On the New York Times Lens Blog today is the story In the Spirit and on the Street - photographs by Larry Racioppo which got me thinking about this photograph I have from 2001. I was wandering with my eyes wide open - in and around North Brooklyn just looking when I happened upon this procession. Just the idea excites me, I need to make a point to spend more time wandering, away from this computer.
4.21.2012
1.20.2012
Old Rugged Sauce
Brooklyn Rod and Gun Club, 2012
Yesterday was a tough day and the last thing I felt like doing was trekking to Williamsburg, but within minutes I knew it was the right decision. There is nothing like a small venue full of some very talented friends to wipe away worries for a moment. Thank you!
Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/oldruggedsauce
Bandcamp
http://oldruggedsauce.bandcamp.com/
more from last night up on Flickr.
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Brooklyn Rod and Gun Club, 2012
Yesterday was a tough day and the last thing I felt like doing was trekking to Williamsburg, but within minutes I knew it was the right decision. There is nothing like a small venue full of some very talented friends to wipe away worries for a moment. Thank you!
https://www.facebook.com/oldruggedsauce
Bandcamp
http://oldruggedsauce.bandcamp.com/
more from last night up on Flickr.
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10.23.2011
The wait is over.
For 3 weeks Don has waited for a bite on the end of the line, a bite that would be worthy of all the time on the pier. I rode up on Saturday afternoon and within minutes we heard the bells, all eyes searching for whose pole it was, then everyone running over to help him. This wasn't any fish, this was a big one, bending the pole over and using all his strength to pull it in. It's an event on the pier when the fish are caught - all those just out enjoying the views come running, cameras pointing to the fish, laughter, hugs - it's great! This is serious happiness. As happy as Don was, his line was back in the water in hopes of capturing an even bigger fish, bigger then the 41" striped bass that is the current leader. And the waiting returns...
For 3 weeks Don has waited for a bite on the end of the line, a bite that would be worthy of all the time on the pier. I rode up on Saturday afternoon and within minutes we heard the bells, all eyes searching for whose pole it was, then everyone running over to help him. This wasn't any fish, this was a big one, bending the pole over and using all his strength to pull it in. It's an event on the pier when the fish are caught - all those just out enjoying the views come running, cameras pointing to the fish, laughter, hugs - it's great! This is serious happiness. As happy as Don was, his line was back in the water in hopes of capturing an even bigger fish, bigger then the 41" striped bass that is the current leader. And the waiting returns...
9.25.2011
On the pier...
After working all day I escaped the computer, rode to the pier and took in an amazing sunset with the Kings of the Pier. All the dwellers were out and madness ensued. There were schoolies, ugly fish, swimmers and all the while, Fleet Foxes serenading us from the shore. It was great until it got stupid. I wrote a full post for the Brooklyn Urban Anglers, so head over there to read the whole night of fun.
After working all day I escaped the computer, rode to the pier and took in an amazing sunset with the Kings of the Pier. All the dwellers were out and madness ensued. There were schoolies, ugly fish, swimmers and all the while, Fleet Foxes serenading us from the shore. It was great until it got stupid. I wrote a full post for the Brooklyn Urban Anglers, so head over there to read the whole night of fun.
8.17.2011
an Ernest eel and and a Nasty catch.
A quick stop on N.5th turned into lots of laughter once again. Two guys I'm unfamiliar with, Ernest and Chris, were holding down the rails. Ernest had just brought in the Eel which was drawing a lot of attention from the touristas. Chris snagged the Nasty while everyone was watching, I'm sure he wished it was something more, so to make it fun he shocked folks from the shorted out lamp pole at the end. He told them it was the fish causing the shock, Electric Nasty! Shrieks, squeals and some serious chuckles and I was on my way. Lot's of excitement for the upcoming Derby, new faces and many questions, I suppose I should make it to a meeting so I know the answers next time.
A quick stop on N.5th turned into lots of laughter once again. Two guys I'm unfamiliar with, Ernest and Chris, were holding down the rails. Ernest had just brought in the Eel which was drawing a lot of attention from the touristas. Chris snagged the Nasty while everyone was watching, I'm sure he wished it was something more, so to make it fun he shocked folks from the shorted out lamp pole at the end. He told them it was the fish causing the shock, Electric Nasty! Shrieks, squeals and some serious chuckles and I was on my way. Lot's of excitement for the upcoming Derby, new faces and many questions, I suppose I should make it to a meeting so I know the answers next time.
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