I decided to post a few photographs I’ve taken in the last couple weeks. First off – I’ve been participating in the monthly scavenger hunt (this is my second month). This time around, I realized what an overachiever I am – I posted my finished scavenger hunt at 12 after midnight – June 1st. The list goes live at midnight – I had all the photos in my achives. Here’s the mosiac:
1. Second-hand 2. Zoo 3. Fairground 4. Going for the Prize! 5. Quack 6. Rustic 7. Rabbit 8. A piece of clothing worth having 9. Gum 10. How did you do that? 11. Motion 12. Orange 13. Usually I can..t cook, but…. 14. Very very… plaid 15. Footy 16. Pottery 17. Twilight 18. Yawn 19. Key(s) 20. Eerie
Here in Germany, Mayday is a big deal. Most people have the day off, and it’s celebrated not only as a Pagan holiday – but also as Men’s Day.
I believe that last year I mentioned the Men’s Day tradition – so this year, I’ll go into the April 30/May 1st Pagan tradition, and the local Berliner traditions for May Day.
First off – the Pagan – Traditionally, April 30 is called Walpurgis Night.. According to local legend, on April 30 (or May 1), all of the witches from around the world come to gather at a place called Hexentanzplatz to perform the Spring Rights. These rituals are held in a huge flat topped area of the Harz mountains, known as Brocken (the highest peak in central germany) and they light a huge bonfire to dance around it. It’s traditionally a time of celebration, dancing, drinking (what else is there to do in Germany) and nekkid drunkenness.
Also, as a part of this, there are often jokes and pranks played on people on Walpurgis night. These can be anything from tampering with neighbor’s gardens, posessions, or graffiting. Normally, no one is hurt, but it usually does result in someone getting a bit miffed.
While I haven’t participated in the April 30 Walpurgis Nacht celebrations, I have been to the place called the HexenTanzPlatz. Now, it’s very very touristy and really doesn’t impress me so much. I did, however, take some video while I was there last year. I hope you enjoy.
Now, here in Berlin, the people celebrate May Day. They have a festival in Kreuzberg – and it’s got music, dancing and so on. Kreuzberg is a section of Berlin, and it’s known to have a huge turkish immigrant community. During the day, the festival is relatively calm, packed with people drinking, shopping, and just doing what people do at a festival. At night however, this is known as a dangerous area to be.
The Reason? Traditionally, the anarchists show up and start riots. Yep, Riots. They tip cars over, set them on fire, throw molitov coctails, rocks, spray paint buildings…. shoot off fireworks at each other and have a general rowdy good time. Now, I will admit I’ve never been a part of a riot, (probabally not a good idea) but I am kind of interested in trying to go down there and get some film footage and/or photos (you know— as safely as possible) . Thing is that I do have to work today – so it probabally wont happen (that I get down there). I will note that I’ve seen advertisments on youtube promoting the riots for this year (and even saying where they will be) and providing old footage of others – apparently it’s at 18:00 PM tonight – at some point during a protest march…
Humm… on second thought, maybe I’ll stay home and order a pizza in, and listen some 3 Days Grace while enjoying the film footage on the news and listening to the following (no video – just music):
A day dedicated to the FAT in all of us!! WOO HOO!
Ok so it’s not exactly dedicated to people being fat, but it is fat in the sense of Living Large, on a grander scale, partying hardy before we have to give it all up for the somber and solumn season of Lent.
In that tradition, I say that even though Lent happens, and Guilt and solumness – what’s wrong with Livin Large every day – but not to excess?!?
Living Large to me is basically doing the best you can every day, having the most fun you can every day and quite simply, enjoying every aspect of your life. Sure, it means throwing a few beads once in a while, showing your tits once in a while, screaming “throw me some shit” (and literally having shit thrown at you sometimes), but it also means realizing that those aren’t the core of life – but instead, just the fleeting fringes.
That deep philosophy being noted, I’m going to try to lighten the mood by saying…
HAPPYMARDIGRAS!!!
Now, throw me some shit, gimme some beads, and Yep, I have a pair of tits!