Pre-Winter.
Pre-wintering- it is stressing me out. I made a count of hives- I think I am at 18?- and I have this system to apply- this dumb belief that I can get through another winter with no losses by doing a few fundamental things that have no basis in science. But if I were a bee, its what I would want.
Umm, that's definitely not science.
What I sort of picture, if I were a little, tiny, animal stuck in a dark box, is that I'd want to be breathing the cleanest air I could, and it should not be filled with black mold. And viruses. Which I imagine love moisture---but I have no idea. And dammit, I need to eat, but of course, can't shit. And dammit, I am a social insect- which means I want to SOCIALIZE. Hang out. Say my peace. Hear the latest phermone from the queen.
But most of all- its the Northwest. Moss grows everywhere. Mold and fungus grow everywhere. Sure- California, despicable to Washingtonians (who were born here), is happening here now- (a BENEFIT of GW- we get to tan!) but still- it frickin rains. And if you sit around outside (I don't), it moulds. As it should. Mould, fungus- they are life forms, that (is this true?) don't need the sun. Which prompted them to say, a billion years ago: let's move to what will once be called Seattle. After a Indian Chief. Who said: When my people are gone, and your children only are here- we will be here, in the form of mold and fungus; like ghosts, wandering about you. Fuck You.
So I figure that I can combat that. Like an Indian War? That's distasteful- but the point is- its a war against something that naturally occurs here. Which is Dampness.
Oddly- out in this far flung end-of-the-world, which, at its utmost endness, produced, in maximum MAXIMUM dampness: Kurt Cobain (and ODDLY, his never mentioned but way more awesome homeboy, Robert Motherwell- same town, but 1918).
Oddly- explain this? As I was driving home from Seattle last week, a Metro Bus passed saying something like " Remember the Aremenian Genocide". WTF? Really?
BECAUSE- the honeynbee- is totally Caucasian. Isn't that Aremenian? And - dammit- why isn't this important? ,,,the best food here, in the damp, for the poor diaspora of Armenia, besides William Saroyan, just south of here in SF- is what was once called the Himilayan Blackberry. Now- called Rubus armenia.
Wierd.
Umm, that's definitely not science.
What I sort of picture, if I were a little, tiny, animal stuck in a dark box, is that I'd want to be breathing the cleanest air I could, and it should not be filled with black mold. And viruses. Which I imagine love moisture---but I have no idea. And dammit, I need to eat, but of course, can't shit. And dammit, I am a social insect- which means I want to SOCIALIZE. Hang out. Say my peace. Hear the latest phermone from the queen.
But most of all- its the Northwest. Moss grows everywhere. Mold and fungus grow everywhere. Sure- California, despicable to Washingtonians (who were born here), is happening here now- (a BENEFIT of GW- we get to tan!) but still- it frickin rains. And if you sit around outside (I don't), it moulds. As it should. Mould, fungus- they are life forms, that (is this true?) don't need the sun. Which prompted them to say, a billion years ago: let's move to what will once be called Seattle. After a Indian Chief. Who said: When my people are gone, and your children only are here- we will be here, in the form of mold and fungus; like ghosts, wandering about you. Fuck You.
So I figure that I can combat that. Like an Indian War? That's distasteful- but the point is- its a war against something that naturally occurs here. Which is Dampness.
Oddly- out in this far flung end-of-the-world, which, at its utmost endness, produced, in maximum MAXIMUM dampness: Kurt Cobain (and ODDLY, his never mentioned but way more awesome homeboy, Robert Motherwell- same town, but 1918).
Oddly- explain this? As I was driving home from Seattle last week, a Metro Bus passed saying something like " Remember the Aremenian Genocide". WTF? Really?
BECAUSE- the honeynbee- is totally Caucasian. Isn't that Aremenian? And - dammit- why isn't this important? ,,,the best food here, in the damp, for the poor diaspora of Armenia, besides William Saroyan, just south of here in SF- is what was once called the Himilayan Blackberry. Now- called Rubus armenia.
Wierd.
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