Because, They Don't Sting
Google Statistics say that I am up to 8 page views a day. Today- I see- was zero. Hmm. I need to increase my pith.
Which- in the world of people that actually know what they are talking about- and in a world that is bee nuts- and in a world that is perfectly attuned to their Iphones and flipping through this and that and walking across sidewalks checking their phones- OMG- they're just little kids. I am CLUELESS. I don't get how this all wraps up into a good thing- except here- up in the tornado-less, drought-less, Northwest, we are about to get overwhelmed.
And having been here, genetically speaking, since like 1890 or sooner- I am pretty much rooted. Not are rooted as an Indian. Or Kenniwick Man, But- well- at least I have a place. And yet, all around me, are people with only their spiritless Iphone, or phone thing, telling them what music they like, who their friends are and how many of them are watching, and how many steps they....just.... took.
That has like doom all over it. Doom for me anyway. Because- well, I have 2 or 3 virtues- and pretty much no connection. Oh wait. 8 readers.
My bees overflow their hives. Not mine- they are their own- I know that well. If I kept ant hives- and when I was 18- I flew out to Harvard to see if I might go there and visited a friend of a friend and SHE had ant hives EVERYWHERE in her house- in plastic bins - dammit, I only recall walking in what we called Wallabys at the time- in freaking ice- and snow- to Harvard- really? On my own? To decide if I wanted to go there? It makes no sense.
In any case- E.O. Wilson- God, incarnate?- one eyed- maybe those were his ants.
If I kept ant hives- as I was writing- I don't think I'd be this concerned.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T STING.
Which- in the world of people that actually know what they are talking about- and in a world that is bee nuts- and in a world that is perfectly attuned to their Iphones and flipping through this and that and walking across sidewalks checking their phones- OMG- they're just little kids. I am CLUELESS. I don't get how this all wraps up into a good thing- except here- up in the tornado-less, drought-less, Northwest, we are about to get overwhelmed.
And having been here, genetically speaking, since like 1890 or sooner- I am pretty much rooted. Not are rooted as an Indian. Or Kenniwick Man, But- well- at least I have a place. And yet, all around me, are people with only their spiritless Iphone, or phone thing, telling them what music they like, who their friends are and how many of them are watching, and how many steps they....just.... took.That has like doom all over it. Doom for me anyway. Because- well, I have 2 or 3 virtues- and pretty much no connection. Oh wait. 8 readers.
My bees overflow their hives. Not mine- they are their own- I know that well. If I kept ant hives- and when I was 18- I flew out to Harvard to see if I might go there and visited a friend of a friend and SHE had ant hives EVERYWHERE in her house- in plastic bins - dammit, I only recall walking in what we called Wallabys at the time- in freaking ice- and snow- to Harvard- really? On my own? To decide if I wanted to go there? It makes no sense.
In any case- E.O. Wilson- God, incarnate?- one eyed- maybe those were his ants.
If I kept ant hives- as I was writing- I don't think I'd be this concerned.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T STING.
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