Yesterday marked the start of the Chinese New Year, the longest and most important celebration on the Chinese calendar.
Ancient lore holds that thousands of years ago, Buddha asked all of the animals to meet him on the Chinese New Year. Twelve showed up. Their prize: Buddha decided to name a year after each one with the thought that people born in the year of a particular animal’s name would have some of the animal’s personality traits.
This year, 2007, is the Year of the Pig.
Chinese New Year usually starts on the first day of the new year containing a new moon and ends on the Lantern Festival fourteen days later.
Red clothing is traditionally worn during the new year in the belief that red scares away evil spirits and bad fortune. On the first day of Chinese New Year, families will typically visit the oldest members of their extended family and dine on chicken, duck, and fish dishes as well as dumplings and mandarin oranges.
Year of the Pig festivities will be celebrated for the next two weeks and then we won't see the Pink Porker again until 2019.
I'm not Chinese, of course. I'm not wearing red today, nor will I be eating oranges or ducks (for which Pink Duck has thanked me profusely -- quack). I love the lore and traditions of all cultures, though. And I love the inter-relatedness (is that a word?) of all cultures. If you dig deeply enough, it becomes clear that at the center of each tradition lies the essence of the same traditions celebrated by all the other cultures. It's the six degrees of separation on a global scale. We are fam-uh-lee... And it is also true that at the core of every legend lies a kernel of truth. We should never brush off or disregard the legends of any culture for, in the end, they are also our own.
I am not a pig, either, but I love the little oinkers. Little pink baby pigs are adorable. I'm neither a baby nor pink nor adorable, but I'm told I can be very pig-headed. Personally, I take that as a compliment.
If a pig could fly, would his name be Pigasus?
Today's crop of Words Gone Wild shaped up thusly:
increasing its spee
won't eath anything
Twisted Linguistics shook them up and popped out this:
If she won't eath anything, cousel her. It could be a case of harassement by a weasal canidate with equiptment in the chaitable organization increasing its spee. If she, on the other hand, can't spee, give her a Depends and send her on a long drive to give an astronaut harassement. That will eath her asse. Space, ho!
What year should you have been born under?
|You Should Have Been Born Under:|
You are totally loyal, faithful, and honest.
However, you don't trust others to be as ethical as you are!
Straight forward and direct, you really aren't one for small talk.
You are a great listener - and an agreeable companion when you're in a good mood!
You are most compatible with a Tiger or Horse.