Greta Christina has been writing professionally since 1989, on topics including atheism, sexuality and sex-positivity, LGBT issues, politics, culture, and whatever crosses her mind. She is author of
The Way of the Heathen: Practicing Atheism in Everyday Life, of
Comforting Thoughts About Death That Have Nothing to Do with God, of
Coming Out Atheist: How to Do It, How to Help Each Other, and Why, of
Why Are You Atheists So Angry? 99 Things That Piss Off the Godless, and of
Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories About Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns, & More, and is editor of
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Thank you for such a moving post.
Allen the atheist, curmudgeon of a physics teacher.
The recognition that midwinter festivals pre-date Christianity is starting to become a regular feature on the blogs that I visit. Not all of them are science and religion-bashing blogs, some are just news, UK politics and general commentary type blogs.
Brilliant! I had been having trouble picking a theme for my holiday cards this year, but this one hits the spot.
Let us keep the Sol in Solstice!
And a very merry twenty-three degrees to you too!
Bah. Humbug even.
Happy Solstice! Out upon Happy Solstice! What’s Solstice time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in ’em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will every idiot who goes about with ‘Happy Solstice’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
With apologies to Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge.
Mmmmm. Holly steak.
Thanks to A Very Scary Solstice, I can no longer hear the Carol of the Bells as anything _but_ the Carol of the Old Ones!
Truly, it is the most squamous and eldritch of all holiday albums.
Ah, curses. Meant to post in the other topic. Oh well.
“Merry Solstice to All, and to All a 23.5 degree Axial Tilt!”
There is a very nice rationalist solstice celebration
over at less wrong:
http://lesswrong.com/lw/8×5/ritual_report_nyc_less_wrong_solstice_celebration/
one of the high points is a reading of
a dramatization of evolution