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The weather is simply beautiful. Cool and low humidity for around here. It's supposed to stay this way until July 4th when it will go back to being in the nineties. I went for a walk AND used my exercise machine to try to limber up. I guess that's about all I can do besides take pills.
I thought about something that sort of tickles me because I can play it to get responses I might not expect. Anybody can play for expected responses, and they always have a pat way of dealing with what they trolled for. Dealing with unexpected reactions is a little nebulous. I might come up with something interesting or I might do something that makes me look like a fool. What's wrong with that?
What I realized had its bejinning in an argument I had with a friend about the Genesis myth in the Bible. It was about Adam going around the Garden of Eden naming things. My friend is pretty much of a religious fundamentalist who enjoys making something of it, so I knew if I didn't have my ducks lined up in a row, he'd straighten me out.
He went out to his pick-up truck where he just happened to have a copy of the King James Version of the Bible, so he went out and got it and came back and gleefully proved I was full of shit for copping the scurrilous attitude I flagrantly exhibited.
What he proved by reading the pertinent chapter and verse out loud in his most scornful Kentucky brogue was that I had the sequence of events wrong. I had argued that Eve was busy talking to snakes while Adam named the objects and properties of the Garden. Not so. Adam did all that nay-me-ing and categorizing previous to Eve showing up in the story.
This not-so-small facticity might indicate that abstract constructions like labels and names, and the ability to generate them via ideation, already existed before woman (woe-to-man) was created from spare ribs, corn meal, and a dab of leavening. '-)
I introduced this nifty little tidbit to an e-mail discussion group owned by a feminist, what am. By posting this information I was just fishing for any response I was sure to get from the literalists there to see what developed, but nobody has chomped down on my tasty bait yet. I might have to throw my net out on the other side of the boat.
I am hardly a hard-hearted Hannah about the plight of the other occupants of the world, but I don't do no marching in the streets for nobody but me. The Gulf oil spill permeates all the nature shows and documentaries I watch on TV. The videos were all made before the Gulf oil spill, but some of them take into account the Exxon Valdez dealio.
One documentary in particular puzzled me. It was about how the coral reefs off of the Florida peninsula and the Florida Keys we seriously threatened by shrimpers dragging their nets across them to catch shrimps. They got all hot and bothered about it, and literally got the afflicted areas protected by a federal law to prevent it from happening any more.
The documentary sort of set up the preservationists as heroes of the coral reefs of the whole world. There are a few coral reefs on the Gulf of Mexico side of Florida too. They're also protected by law and a very active, concerned citizens group. None of it matters anymore.
The BP oil spill is going to destroy all their efforts and more on both the Atlantic and Gulf of Mexico sides of Florida, and all the coral reefs in the Caribbean to boot. You might have a month to go dive the reefs off of Belize before they're tarred and feathered. C'est la mort!
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
