Note: This Thanksgiving Eve November 22, 2017 sticky post starts the year-long “So Last Year” project, which begins with Thanksgiving 2016, November 24, 2016.

For many months now I’ve kept to a journaling routine called #MorningPages, popularized by Julia Cameron in her book The Artist’s Way. Writing longhand, avoiding pixels and screens, the routine has helped me get back to writing, an activity I love, but which got badly damaged and smashed to bits by the floods of social media.
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Letter: So Last Year / So, last year…

by Yule Heibel on November 22, 2018

It’s Thursday November 22, 2018, Thanksgiving in the United States, and I wish everyone who is celebrating this wonderful holiday a very happy day. Be thankful, be content. Don’t let yourself get roiled up by forces that don’t have your best interests at heart.

My So Last Year project is at an end – for now. When I started, with the first entry on Thanksgiving Day 2016, I observed people heading to a stadium two blocks up the road for a football match between our city and the neighbor city across the bridge. While I quite enjoyed watching the streaming crowd, I didn’t know what to make of the spectacle, nor did I understand its significance for local traditions. In the following months, much of what I thought of as anchors in my life became unmoored as personal transitions coincided with larger social and political ones. The latter include, of course, the 2016 election and the meltdowns in its wake (aided and abeted by mainstream- and social-media). Ever the contrarian (“I wouldn’t want to be a member of a club that would have me as a member,” etc.), I found myself isolated from people I formerly would have agreed with, but who now appeared to be mere sheeple following a media-orchestrated moral and social panic.

Back to the football game: I still don’t really get it. I’m an immigrant, not US-born; I’m not an athlete nor do I follow any team sports. But I have a new-to-me feeling of respect for those fans. In all the turmoil of the last two years, their steadfast devotion to this “quaint” tradition of heading out on Thanksgiving morning for “the game” seems like an act of sanity. Long may it last.

As for So Last Year, I have some ideas for it which may appear this site. I also have another non-fiction project I’m working on. And of course I’d be thrilled if any reader found my Blendsorcery site and …well, actually bought something, …or just liked the images. 🙂

For now, I’m taking a Thanksgiving week hiatus.

With gratitude,

Yule Heibel

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November 22, 2017 (Wednesday)

November 21, 2018

I need “prospect.” When I look out my window this morning, I see a misty rain so thick it obscures the horizon line and rubs out into a uniform gray the bit of ocean visible from my perch. The trash maples (actually, I realized they are oaks) make a spindly, bare-branched pattern against this gray. […]

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November 21, 2017 (Tuesday)

November 20, 2018

Yesterday, thinking I would be brave and write an introduction to be posted on Wednesday (tomorrow!), Thanksgiving Eve, for my “So Last Year” project, which I would then actually start on Thursday, I faltered. I read my entries for Thursday Thanksgiving (it was okay) as well as the next day, and of course that very […]

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November 20, 2017 (Monday)

November 19, 2018

Monday, Monday. Cloud and sky are again colluding this morning to create a spectacular light show. Water vapor chariots, as solid as gray-painted oaken ones, rimmed canyons, mountains, and a panoply of chiaroscuro in heavenly pastels, which means silver, gray, a touch of white, a hint of gold – all playing out against an empyrean […]

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November 19, 2017 (Sunday)

November 18, 2018

It’s rainy, and slightly unsettled, but I feel grounded well enough. I want to do things again, and I don’t want to feel disappointed by failing to follow through. Good old Yoda comes to mind, the old saw about there being no “try,” only “do.” Feels like an advertising slogan (…oh, wait), but it’s not […]

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November 18, 2017 (Saturday)

November 17, 2018

Too many evenings spent on the couch vegging out, not going out. Why is that? Years ago, I used to work in the evenings, but now, after getting through another hamster-wheel day, it just doesn’t feel right. Relaxing on the couch in the evenings seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do instead. Maybe it’s […]

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November 17, 2017 (Friday)

November 16, 2018

This morning’s sky, difficult to describe, featured a most dramatic sunrise. Writing that word – sunrise – just reminded me of F.’s father, R., who died suddenly earlier this month. R. and F.’s mother, M., had this “family business model” (I’m being sarcastic) which involved getting up at 3a.m. every day, Monday through Sunday, to […]

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November 16, 2017 (Thursday)

November 15, 2018

Why did I just want to write “2015” instead of 2017? I think it’s because my brain hadn’t fully caught up with my decision that today is the 16th and not the 15th. It is the 16th, but somehow I’m having trouble seeing the calendar dates leap forward as they do. Soon enough, one part […]

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November 15, 2017 (Wednesday)

November 14, 2018

A perfect sunrise; the ides of November. Another day; heading into the month’s second half. What does geological and cosmological “time” care about our seasons, our months? Short answer: it doesn’t. Longer answer might be a question: why do we need to parse time the way we do? Into years? Months? Weeks, days, …hours? What […]

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November 14, 2017 (Tuesday)

November 13, 2018

Last night I went to my second meeting of the “Jungian Study Group,” and I almost vowed never to return ever again. I felt I was losing IQ points as I sat and listened to our facilitator drone on in the most clichéd and banal ways. Additionally, besides me and the facilitator, the group now […]

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