Ordinarily perfect . . .

It's the Satyr's day . . . the weatherfeather sent in a Xerox for today's forecast in Okieland . . .

Head’s up: Today’s blog contains a link to a video-parody regarding Exxon which contains language that could be offensive to some, and likely not for little ears.

Wax on, wax off . . .

The Watercourse deconstructs as much as it constructs. The difference for us is that we can witness the deconstruction but can only participate in its ongoing construction in the present moment, while trusting the future. It's our only option, if we wish not to live in perpetual angst.

Deculturation has spawned a collage of clashing identities, creating an Archipelago of subcultures. — Nathan Gardels, Noema, 7/13/24.

“Too important to miss.” This is for the independents, the so-called unicorns whose votes may decide the outcome of the November election as well as for those who have become weary of the endless political fray we live in. They are written for those of us who are committed to fighting to keep the Republic. – Joyce Vance referencing yesterday's NYTimes editorial.

We cannot win if we do not vote, if we just give up. Wipe “giving up” off your possibilities list.

Speaking of voting: There's an Exon ad-parody going around. Candid and explicit it hits hard at our complicity in the environmental disasters unfolding around us. WARNING: there is language that is not fit for little ones and probably not for office space. That said its a powerful consciousness-raiser.

And, speaking of American capitalism: Boeing is everything wrong with American capitalism and in the process is making our skies more dangerous than you can imagine.

Forest

My Great-Aunt Tommy was wont to comment

the biggest problem humid-beans have is

their inability to see the forest

arising from a preoccupation with trees.

It's as if our left-brain symbol factory

was intent on our own suicide

by growing a forest

out of which we cannot get.

– jab

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