I am currently sitting with a copy of Modern Primitives that was dedicated to a Claudine from an Emma and Jim, Christmas of ’93.  I kinda wish I’d been old enough to know Emma and Jim at that time, if these are the kind of Yuletide gifts they’re giving out!

But in all seriousness, in opening the pages one can feel the energy (if one is of the kind) that they invested into the book and felt compelled to pass on to someone who they were sure were kindred spirits to the feelings they shared in this book.

I love that this is my job (my calling, my passion); sharing with the world the rituals of profanity and unearthing their sacred origins, aspects, attributes, and ability to make sacred the mundane to those who go through them.

Sigh, that all days were like this.