Sacrifice- Art To Beekeeping
I won, for some weird reason, an ebay auction. No one bid against me- and 1890 version of the ABC and XYZ of Bee Culture. Sure, part of an appendix missing. Who missed an appendix anyhow?
The SUPER COOL thing about this book- and if you know this book, you know what I mean, is that it is NOT the ABC and XYZ.
ITS ONLY THE ABC.
In other words, it does NOT have the XYZ. Just the ABC. Its like a minus- but a plus. I think it might be worth a million dollars.
PLUS IT CAME FROM WEST VIRGINIA WHICH IS THE MOST AWESOME STATE IN THE UNION. John Denver said so, anyhow. And they cut themselves off of hoighty-toighty slave-owning, Thomas Jefferson State. But some fella in WV found this book (I emailed him- where did you find it?), and this fella=me= in WA got it. Super pleased. It had like 110 years of WV dust on it which I did my best to clean off with paper towel and windex.
A book is an awesome thing. Above all, it is a thing. A thing with transcendental meaning, As we are things. With or without meaning. I am noting: this ephemeral BS digital blog actually is NOT A THING. Its a wisp. It goes when Google goes.
I spent the eve drinking JD and hammering out aluminum to see if I couldn't and up with a workable solar wax melter. I tried before. It worked ok, not great. But now I have a bunch of plastic foundation that I want to melt- and kill pathogens- and its SUPERHOT out, here, in the PNW, and well- my people have been here for 130 years- we're not used to it and this SUCKS- but at least- let me melt and kill pathogens using the power of the sun, as if it were California.
I built it out of a hive spacer, lined it with aluminim, and spray painted it all. The back is a painting- of mine- one I didn't like, a dark forest-- and I figure, this is way more practical.
The SUPER COOL thing about this book- and if you know this book, you know what I mean, is that it is NOT the ABC and XYZ.
ITS ONLY THE ABC.
PLUS IT CAME FROM WEST VIRGINIA WHICH IS THE MOST AWESOME STATE IN THE UNION. John Denver said so, anyhow. And they cut themselves off of hoighty-toighty slave-owning, Thomas Jefferson State. But some fella in WV found this book (I emailed him- where did you find it?), and this fella=me= in WA got it. Super pleased. It had like 110 years of WV dust on it which I did my best to clean off with paper towel and windex.
A book is an awesome thing. Above all, it is a thing. A thing with transcendental meaning, As we are things. With or without meaning. I am noting: this ephemeral BS digital blog actually is NOT A THING. Its a wisp. It goes when Google goes.
I spent the eve drinking JD and hammering out aluminum to see if I couldn't and up with a workable solar wax melter. I tried before. It worked ok, not great. But now I have a bunch of plastic foundation that I want to melt- and kill pathogens- and its SUPERHOT out, here, in the PNW, and well- my people have been here for 130 years- we're not used to it and this SUCKS- but at least- let me melt and kill pathogens using the power of the sun, as if it were California.
I built it out of a hive spacer, lined it with aluminim, and spray painted it all. The back is a painting- of mine- one I didn't like, a dark forest-- and I figure, this is way more practical.
And on top- hard to explain- but plex- where I draw. But as I no longer do, I figure-:sacrifice. Move on.
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