Welcome to my Hanukkah Christmas Pagan Mayan Mish-Mash.
Hannukah is over. It’s five days ’til Christmas. Or Saturnalia, because before the pagan element of greenery was adopted by European Christians, this time of year was about a Roman festival of light leading to the winter solstice, with candles symbolizing a quest for knowledge and truth.
Maybe you get Jesus-y at this time of year. Personally, I like a cocktail of liquors with a salt rim of my tears.
Whatever traditions you embrace, whatever your routine, we all seem to involve the fat guy in red in one form or another, even if he is the only other dour miserable bastard at the other end of the bar. Er, I mean, giving kids of all ages a cheery wave at the local mall or festival or hospital or secular event.
And many people believe the Mayans say the world ends tomorrow. Well I for one, hope it doesn’t. I may feel like a bitter crank this week, but I like being here and hope you do too. Job number One is to stay alive; I believe everything else stems from that. The world staying here and habitable for our life forms a bit longer would be good, because, y’know. I got stuff to do.
Two weeks ago I was having a grand time on a business trip in the Yucatan, the land of the Maya, and I must say, nobody said “Thanks for coming! Too bad it’s your last trip!” or “You’re here now, you may as well see it out to the 21st!”
Better minds than mine know how to explain the math of the round Mayan calendar. Apparently the most common way to convert it to the modern calendar, the end of the “Great Cycle” corresponds to 11:11 Universal Time (UTC), December 21, 2012, and that’s why there are so many doomsday prophecies surrounding this date.
Really, this is just the end of the calendar, much like the one we go by ends on December 31st at 11:59pm.
Which is good, because as I’ve said, I got stuff to do. I want to shoot a film in the Yucatan over this winter and spring.
I want to spend tomorrow night watching my favorite holiday themed movies with two of my favourite people, cuddled in on the couch with dogs and cats in front of the fire, because my real honest true self is a perpetual 12 year old on a good day, maybe 8 the rest of the time.
And I come by this passion for movies honestly by the way; when I was about 7 years old, in bed early in the room I shared with my little brother, my Dad came in to get me up again because ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas‘ was on TV.
“You have to see this Sam, it’s the Grinch. Dr. Seuss. And you know, he’s played by Boris Karloff…”