The cat brought to me a lizard, minus tail. A striped skink, now belonging to the outdoors.
Svelte fingers on piano keys serenade me via MP3 (V. Horowitz or M.M. Whatley).
Cascading sheets of wind stir the tree limbs.
A butterfly skims over the sunroom.
Have you ever analysed the packaging that contained an item shipped to you? How it was designed, cut, and assembled? Do you consider the industries that pop up around a major manufacturer?
If 60% of aluminium canisters are recycled, is there value in becoming an onsite recycler at a landfill or waste receptacle facility?
How much waste (lost profit/income) do we generate in our daily lives through serving our need for personal comfort/convenience? When we eat, what price do we pay for sanitation in packaging/cleaning material?
How much money do you go through in 30 days? How might you have spent/saved it another way?
Surrogate motherhood and nannies - where are we going with the separation of work/leisure from parenting? What are the long-term consequences? What did previous civilisations become/discover in such situations?
I have separated myself from the Book of the Future and certain colleagues/associates in order to claim ignorance of upcoming events. "Leave no paper trail," a former boss once told me, "and credit/blame goes to the pigeons with their necks stuck out."
That's why recent blog entries wander all over the place, switchbacks and dead branches covering up my tracks.
What they don't know will hurt you more than it will hurt them, I'm sorry to say.
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