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threeplusfireINTERNATIONAL: WORKERS' DAY
In much of the world (76 countries), May 1st, or May Day, is
celebrated as International Workers' Day. (The United States's Labor
Day is the first Monday in September.) May Day has been observed
since ancient times, but the political significance of this day didn't
appear until the late 1800s. (See today's Today in History.) Today,
Labor Day is usually marked by rallies of labor unions and groups
fighting for workers' rights.
Labor Day is rooted in the industrial revolution:
http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~rjensen/vol2no4/labor10124.htm
good old Bob Jensen, one of UT's most vocal professors
The pagan origins of May Day:
http://www.planet.net.au/innovations/may96/mayday.html
More about May Day traditions:
http://www.salmonriver.com/words/nancy/maia.html
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So the fire killed one student, and the other has been flown to the Army burn unit in san Antonio. It's bad if they take you there. The man who murdered his family down the street from me is still there recovering before they take him to jail.
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I was thinking about a line I heard in Mysteries of the Organism. (Which I think Daina would like, since it's half in Serbo-Croation and includes part of this hilarious socialist sex movie) Anyways, it's this silly sepia toned scene of people in a field having sex, with a woman's voice over saying "Comrades! Fuck freely for the Revolution!" and various other socialist slogans. Anyways, I was thinking it would be fun to write a story about a Communist girl & a Red Army boy, with lots of socialist sex. It would be ideologically correct, and something like those pulp paperbacks the Soviets so encouraged in the 1930's & 1940's. I have only a few examples of the social-realist short story at hand. I so want to find more. I know most of it is trash, propoganda, but I'm so interested in seeing it for myself.
Enough rambling. I should or something for the Revolution. I spent part of my afternoon reading Margaret Anson's The Order of the Rod, a classic of Victorian whipping. That was my decadence for this sunny afternoon, reading old erotica by the pool and drinking ginger ale. The water was perfect today. May is my favorite month.
In much of the world (76 countries), May 1st, or May Day, is
celebrated as International Workers' Day. (The United States's Labor
Day is the first Monday in September.) May Day has been observed
since ancient times, but the political significance of this day didn't
appear until the late 1800s. (See today's Today in History.) Today,
Labor Day is usually marked by rallies of labor unions and groups
fighting for workers' rights.
Labor Day is rooted in the industrial revolution:
http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~rjensen/vol2no4/labor10124.htm
good old Bob Jensen, one of UT's most vocal professors
The pagan origins of May Day:
http://www.planet.net.au/innovations/may96/mayday.html
More about May Day traditions:
http://www.salmonriver.com/words/nancy/maia.html
_______________________________
So the fire killed one student, and the other has been flown to the Army burn unit in san Antonio. It's bad if they take you there. The man who murdered his family down the street from me is still there recovering before they take him to jail.
_______________________________
I was thinking about a line I heard in Mysteries of the Organism. (Which I think Daina would like, since it's half in Serbo-Croation and includes part of this hilarious socialist sex movie) Anyways, it's this silly sepia toned scene of people in a field having sex, with a woman's voice over saying "Comrades! Fuck freely for the Revolution!" and various other socialist slogans. Anyways, I was thinking it would be fun to write a story about a Communist girl & a Red Army boy, with lots of socialist sex. It would be ideologically correct, and something like those pulp paperbacks the Soviets so encouraged in the 1930's & 1940's. I have only a few examples of the social-realist short story at hand. I so want to find more. I know most of it is trash, propoganda, but I'm so interested in seeing it for myself.
Enough rambling. I should or something for the Revolution. I spent part of my afternoon reading Margaret Anson's The Order of the Rod, a classic of Victorian whipping. That was my decadence for this sunny afternoon, reading old erotica by the pool and drinking ginger ale. The water was perfect today. May is my favorite month.