Speaking of our hours' weary warrants, check out this temporal anchor I got

[brin_bellway]

[arguably cw: war, illness]




I am going to scream early-November-ness into the void until it succumbs to the flow of linear time! Have a meaningful Eleven Days of Remembrance, mother*fuckers*!!


Seriously, though, I think it *does* help when I look in a mirror and see a remembrance poppy on the me looking back. Plus there's the usual immigrant feels I get from it, the pleasant sense of Canadian-ness. And yes, at 11 AM on the 11th there'll be a minute of silence contemplating the horrors of war, but there's a satisfaction in Having Done the Thing That One Does at This Time of Year even if the subject matter is negative.

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[brin_bellway]

(Note: "have a meaningful Eleven Days of Remembrance" is not a standard phrasing. To the best of my knowledge there is no standardised phrasing for that: it is not the kind of holiday where one gives holiday greetings. Indeed, for the most part it is not a verbal holiday at all: one might partake of speeches about the horrors of war and its occasional unfortunate necessity on the day itself, but the other ten days are expressed through actions, not words.)

[contrarianarchon]

Oh hey poppies being used for poppy-things. Good to see!

(War: bad. Have not forgotten.)

[brin_bellway]

I live near the childhood home of the man who wrote "In Flanders Fields". It's a World War I museum now. I went on a field trip there when I was 14, and--in the seed of an idea that later became wearing a lifelogger necklace--I set my MP3 player to recording mode and carried it with me on the tour. Perhaps on the 11th I'll listen to it again, at least in part.

[contrarianarchon]

Ooh, cool. Yes, that does sound like a potentially interesting substitute for things happening.