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  1. #idea:
    This holiday season, normalize sending grandma texts to your loved ones. What’s a grandma text, you ask? Why, here’s a template!

    “Hey [name]! Just wanted to wish you a [Merry #Christmas|Happy #Hanukkah|Happy #Kwanza|happy #holidays|whatever]. I hope you’re doing well. Love you!”

  2. A reminder to all who may have Visa, AmEx, or Master Card gift cards now and in the future. Often you'll wind up with a small balance on them that doesn't make it worthwhile to make a purchase with it online or in a store. Something like US$1.60 or less.

    Go to Wikipedia, Archive.org, your local animal shelter, or just about any worthwhile nonprofit and donate that odd amount on their web page.

    #donations #nonprofit #giving #Holidays #Christmas #Kwanza

  3. TiL that the voice of #futurama 's #kwanza bot was voiced by
    Artis Leon Ivey Jr. who died September 28, 2022

  4. On the 7th and final day of #Kwanzaa the principle is Imani (Faith):

    To believe with all our hearts in our people and the righteousness and victory of our struggle.

    Thought of the day is a poem from Margaret Walker (1914-1997), the first African American poet to receive the Yale Younger Poets Prize.

    Title: For My People

    For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
    repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues 
    and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
    unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
    unseen power;

    For my people lending their strength to the years, to the 
    gone years and the now years and the maybe years,
    washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending
    hoeing plowing digging planting pruning patching
    dragging along never gaining never reaping never
    knowing and never understanding;

    For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama
    backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor
    and jail and soldier and school and mama and cooking
    and playhouse and concert and store and hair and Miss
    Choomby and company;

    For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn 
    to know the reasons why and the answers to and the
    people who and the places where and the days when, in
    memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we
    were black and poor and small and different and nobody
    cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;

    For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these things to
    be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and
    play and drink their wine and religion and success, to
    marry their playmates and bear children and then die
    of consumption and anemia and lynching;

    For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox
    Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New
    Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed and happy
    people filling the cabarets and taverns and other
    people’s pockets needing bread and shoes and milk and
    land and money and something—something all our own;

    For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time
    being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
    burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled
    and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures
    who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;

    For my people blundering and groping and floundering in
    the dark of churches and schools and clubs and
    societies, associations and councils and committees and 
    conventions, distressed and disturbed and deceived and
    devoured by money-hungry glory-craving leeches,
    preyed on by facile force of state and fad and novelty, by
    false prophet and holy believer;

    For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way
    from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding,
    trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people,
    all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless
    generations;

    Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a
    bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second
    generation full of courage issue forth; let a people
    loving freedom come to growth. Let a beauty full of
    healing and a strength of final clenching be the pulsing
    in our spirits and our blood. Let the martial songs
    be written, let the dirges disappear. Let a race of men now rise and take control.

    #Kwanza

  5. the 6th principle of #Kwanzaa is Kuumba (Creativity)

    To do always as much as we can to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it.

    I know a wonderful woman doing just that in Idlewild, Michigan. Idlewild was once known as "Black Eden" she was raised there and continues to make the place better today than yesterday! She has no idea I am posting this, it is not an ad for her tours, it's to showcase her creativity with her connections to her place.

    idlewildtours.com/the-founder

    #Kwanza

  6. The 5th principle of #Kwanzaa is Nia (Purpose)

    To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness.

    #PauliMurry is an under-known great. This is one of her poems from her #poetry book titled Dark Testament:

    Title: To the Oppressors

    Now you are strong
    And we are but grapes aching with ripeness.
    Crush us!
    Squeeze from us all the brave life
    Contained in these full skins.
    But ours is a subtle strength
    Potent with centuries of yearning,
    Of being kegged and shut away
    In dark forgotten places.
     
    We shall endure
    To steal your senses
    In that lonely twilight
    Of your winter’s grief.

    #Kwanza

  7. The 4th principle of #Kwanzaa is Ujamaa reminds me of some work i did on puerto rico with non capitalist economies. it wasn’t just bartering it was swapping with non-hierarchical
    exchange values.
    #NonCapitalistEconomies #MoneylessEconomies

    Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics)
    To build and maintain our own stores, shops and other businesses and to profit from them together.

    Thought for the Day: Davis, Angela. Angela Davis: An Autobiography. Random House. Inc., 1974. Pp. 89

    "This was my first introduction to class differences among my own people. We were the not-so-poor. Until my experiences at school, I believed that everyone else lived the way we did. We always had three good meals a day. I had summer clothes and winter clothes, everyday dresses and a few “Sunday” dresses. When holes began to wear through the soles of my shoes, although I may have worn them with pasteboard for a short time, we eventually went downtown to select a new pair.
    The family income was earned by both my mother and father. Before I was born, my father had taken advantage of his hard-earned college degree, from St. Augustine’s in Raleigh, North Carolina, to secure a position teaching history at Parker High School. But life was especially difficult during those years; his salary was as close to nothing as money could be. So, with his meager savings he began to buy a service station in the Black section of downtown Birmingham.
    My mother who, like my father, came from a very humble background, also worked her way through college and got a job teaching in the Birmingham elementary school system. The combined salaries were nothing to boast about, yet enough to survive on, and much more than was earned by the typical Southern Black family. They had managed to save enough to buy the old house on the hill, but they had to rent out the upstairs for years to make the mortgage payments. Until I went to school, I did not know that this was a stunning accomplishment."

    #Kwanza

  8. Merry #christmas #kwanza #hanukkah #festivus or other festive observstion(s) you are partaking in at this time of year.

  9. Merry #christmas #kwanza #hanukkah #festivus or other festive observstion(s) you are partaking in at this time of year.

  10. A very Merry #Yule to all on Mastadon! Or a Happy #Hanukah or a Super #Kwanza!! Peace be yours. 🕊️

  11. Have a joyous holiday! You are the best collection of humans that I've ever had the delight of interacting with. Mastodon has brightened my year and given me hope for a better future. That's partly because of the fediverse, mostly because of you all. So much love to you. #fediverse #merrychristmas #happyholiday #Hanukkah #onelove #joinin #kwanza

  12. Whether you celebrate #Christmas, #Chanukah, #Kwanza, #Yule, #WinterSolstice, #PanchaGanapati, #Yalda, #ZamenhofDay or another of the December holidays, I wish you a joyous and meaningful celebration.

  13. @oneoveralpha
    Am I sick of #christmasmusic, yet? As an avid fan of Korean drama, and someone who streams all music, and who reads feeds I curate; and as someone who buys most everything online and not at department stores... no. (RS plans ahead.)

    The only holiday music I've heard thus far was in a fantasy kids' show which created multiple fantasy winter holidays—and music to go with them(!), bypassing #Christmas, #Hannukah , #Kwanza, and #Festivus altogether. Fun 45 minutes spent. No recommendation for the show if you guessed which I referred to.

    I may actually seek out some of this #bahhumbug music soon.

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    PS: I've watched over 50 subtitled #kdrama shows at this point. Funny how when you look away, you stop understand what the actors are saying...