(i think you all see your favorite osers in this one!)
I wrote a wonderfully sentimental piece yesterday during, and about ,what I thought was the last day of open salon. I waxed poetic, as far as it is my ability to do so without getting wiseass. I felt it was a fine final post.
This morning I woke with heavy heart, knowing Os was in the netherworld. Well, we had given her a great funeral.How I would miss her.
Oh,I checked it, out of perverse curiosity. Zip! It was there. Zip! I was in! Zip! I was commenting. Zippedy do dah, as Dad would say when things were unaccountably going ok...
Well, but..how embarrassing. Yet I am good at being proven utterly wrong. My defensive trick is to get very intellectual, and propose a preposterous theory that may or may not be true. Here it is , in a nutshell:
OS is a microcosm of society, which macrocosmically is going through one of its cyclical apocalyptic phases, like the year 2012 (the Mayan heresy), the year 2000 (the y2k heresy), the year 1984 (the Orwellian fallacy), the year 1000 ( the medieval mythological fantasies of millennium) , the whole Christian religion, if taken literally, and of course…Jesus the Christ’s predicting the end of times coming quicky wicky. He went so far as to advise women not to get pregnant, for there was no hope, none.
Intellectually insulated now from my silliness of yesterday, and full of coffee, I turn to more important matters.
Here is where I need your help. What is it I ought to care about?
This is not as facetious a question as it seems.
I am a care-deficient little bastard. Unless it has to do with me...
Well but I care about a lot of things, yet none of them seem awfully important, when I get onto my high horse and go off looking for things to address & redress. I focus on the "minute particularities". Like...
I wish people would stop bullying each other, is one thing. On tv yesterday there was this u tube video of a nice grandmotherly bus driver being tortured by the kids on the bus. They told her she was ‘’so fat and ugly no wonder everyone in your family is killing themselves”. Her sister had suicided recently. They also smacked her around.
I care about the election, I really do. When I think of it. Once again the fate of the country is at an important turning point where we must choose. Just like 4, and 8, and 16…etc…years ago. Seems we still have a lot to learn about choosing our fate, considering the way the millennium started off , with a religious war. Brave young men sent home either in (never seen) caskets, or missing important limbs. And suffering from PTSD in epidemic scope.
I care about the economy. I hope it continues to offer me luxury goods I may be able to afford in my next lifetime, if there still is a world to reincarnate back to. And if I don’t end up a turtle, which is my greatest fear. 100 years of scuttling around in that big shell. What the hell do turtles do for fun?
or...see the turtle in the bottom, here?
Os is still here, and when it is gone, there will be other places to do what we do. And if it doesn’t go, then we will continue to do what we do. Which is….?
The point of this post is to prepare for the worst.
What the f. would you suggest, if I come back as a damn turtle?