Time waits for no . . .

Mood wanes with energy. Energy wanes with available sunlight. Time to migrate south, or hibernate like the body dictates. But our fake-ass economy will never allow for that.

Diogenes, where are you when we need you?

On top of H's and my financial shortcomings lately I'm hearing them from the one who occupies the job I'd move into, given the promotion. So where does it end? Certainly not with earning more. And it seems that a lot of our major expenses seem to have their roots in the automobile - gasoline, repairs and insurance being the least stable factors. I guess what they say about addiction being the sole source of humanity's misery is true; our attachment to a lifestyle that we are quickly outgrowing, or at least not able to sustain. At any rate, change is inevitable. We tolerate the fucktards that insist on 'staying the course' (this is criminal obstinence!) Where do we make concessions? How do we, with any shread of integrity, abide by the 1st rule - to create no more pain, for ourselves and others - when our personal dependence on oil drives an economy that justifies an illegal war, that keeps the status quo in power, while we trade our true freedom for the mere liberty to 'go where we want when we want'?

Imagine life without your car - I mean, to wake up tomorrow to find that we have been liberated from the personal use of the internal combustion engine. Chaos is danger and opportunity!

I'll leave you with that . . . I have some dinosaur juice to burn!

Honey?

We got the go-ahead for bee supers at Medford!

Now, a little disposable income to get started . . . .