A day of thanks.

I just gorged on leftovers. The news told of volunteers spending their time feeding the less fortunate and those in need. What a wonderful and loving thing it was. And it was. In a way.

We spend one day a year giving thanks. That's a horrible track record. We spend one day, out of 365 saying thanks. And that one day isn't even spent with that much reflection on what we are thankful for. It is just another day to look at ourselves and feed our own egos.

And so we begin the season of giving. And people do give and that's a great thing. It burns me to realize that thankfulness and a giving spirit are things we should do every single day of the year. As we spend our time of thanking and giving now, it's nothing more than token penance for a year spent stuffing our belly's with our lusts. I don't hate the holidays, I do hate what they have made of us and what we have made of them. Happy Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Kwanze, and Merry Christmas to all.

Steampunk annoys me.

Steampunk, it started as a literary genre and has branched out into the object arena. Now working something over with Victorian style and Jules Verne attitude is all the rage. I don't care for it. It annoys me. It is not revolutionary. Despite how much some sites and people laud it, it ain't all that great. I don't deny the craftsmanship and attention to detail is astounding, but it just ain't all that. So please, can we move past it.

Art Crawl Houston

The annual Houston Art Crawl is happening in two weeks from 2-9 downtown. I'm looking forward to going.