chicken little here with my little chunks of fallen sky as i cry “wolf in the woulds, fire in the crematorium“. hey buddy, can ya spare a paradigm? – cuz this one’s breaking faster than a polar ice cap.
here i am worrying about kathy’s and my future when i might not have to… there may be no pay-pal accounts to fill, no web sites to feed, because there’ll be no electricity to run the little buggers – thanks to the rising waters, the stinking politicians, the unthinking civilians.
live for today may be a viable life philosophy after all – who’da thunk it.
if it all does collapse, kathy n i’ve decided we’ll be the grasshoppers that roam the globe bringing entertainment to the leftover ant bands scattered about. we’ll be their roving tv – set up large empty tv-like boxes and crawl within to read poetry, tell jokes, disperse news. and of course being grasshoppers, they’ll pay me in smoking grass and kathy in grasshopper drinks. we’ll leave little assemblage sculptures made from broken tv parts in each hive, so they can worship after we’re gone.
we’re already ahead of the game since we’re mobile, have few possessions, are used to smelling clothes to see if they’re wearable, used to the unexpected kindnessess of strangers, the expected scams of scum. we’ve slept with the rats and in sheep shit – and made jokes about both.
our having no jobs, no set schedule, and oodles of free time allows us to read and research what’s available to all. i always knew how bad it was out there – but until now, i had no idea how really really bad it actually is. a lot of what we mention comes from The New York Review of Books at http://www.nybooks.com/ and Common Dreams at http://www.commondreams.org/ in case folk want to check it all out.
so, seize ya on the downsize “god willin’ and the creek don’t rise” – as hank williams used to say.