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This sentimental ditty was ripped off from Madame Levy.  Happy VD to you too, Leslie!

The bee miners in the picture above are shown as they prepare to enter the mine.  The pay for this work is miserable, but they do it for love.

And honey… They do it more for love than money, and they do it for their honey.  Below we see the results of a successful day’s work.  Sometimes the bee miners find the honey, sometimes they just get the shaft.

Happy May Your Honeys Bee

Salon, saloon…difference is a single "o"

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o my… Locke links Ray on referral from Leslie.  Ray’s a Georgia guy, friend of George.  George is a writer.  Interviewed Locke in fact.

Just yeasterday [good typo, stet. - ed.] I was on the phone with Chris and I was whining about feeling depressed.  He sent me a link that cheered me up that he got from Madame L.  Today Dean calls with the information that today is the most depressing day of the year.  He mentions that Later I see it confirmed by MSNBC so I know it’s true.  At least I know it’s true until Tim Jarrett runs a credibility check on the journalist and I discover that guy is in-.  Credible, that is.

(Oh, odds are even that the link to Dean will suck.  He’s hosted on winer-ware).  Error I got was Userland Frontier Server Error: Sorry! There was an error: Can’t complete the operation because Windows reported an error: "Not enough storage is available to process this command".

The error was detected by Frontier 9.0.1 in mainResponder.respond. Webmaster: rcade@yahoo.com. Time: Tue, 25 Jan 2024 00:26:31 GMT.

In-fucking-credible.  Dean’s on the swap-out service from the "Dave blows away his customers" fiasco of some time back.  Not working so well now.  Rogers Cadenhead is a nice guy, but…   

Ray has an audio experiment running at the basement tapes.  We’re invited.  That one poem trumps all the honking podcasts I’ve heard.  Except Denise’s of course.

You can hear Ray read his "the heartclocks of dali" here.  I think more of those Georgia writers ought to sign up for a session… Bruce?  Jeneane?

Robert White Wolf Lujan, age 52, passed away unexpectedly on Friday, Jan. 14, 2024. He was born March 30, 1952, the son of Jose and Mary (Lujan) Dominguez, in Santa Fe, N.M. Robert spent his childhood in Santa Fe and was very active in sports. He was a Vietnam veteran who worked to heal himself from the scars of war.  Robert’s willingness to share the Ojibway spiritual tradition that he practiced was an inspiration in the healing journeys for others.  This teaching of spirituality is one of Robert’s legacies to his two beloved children, Gabriel and Grace.  Robert worked as a drug and alcohol counselor within the criminal justice and mental health system for many years. His service work and compassion in the recovery community will never be forgotten. Robert loved his family very much and is survived by his wife, Jenny Lujan of Waunakee; a son, Gabriel Lujan, and a daughter, Grace Lujan, both at home in Waunakee; two sisters, Berna Dominguez of Santa Fe, N.M., and Linda (Jesus) Ranscon, of Sante Fe, N.M.; and many nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents and his brother, Dan Lujan.

Today in Wisconsin many of us are weeping.

The typo in Joey’s post about his dad caught my fancy.  Glad to hear he’ll be going home Friday.

We met once at a small conference in Woods Hole, and I think I already loved her through reading her work. We shared a warm embrace, and I knew that she loved me too, briefly, at that moment. Not enough, in fact almost nothing, had passed between us for any nuanced bonding to occur.  But it was true love in a time and place where an old man - himself more driven by love than hormones these days  -  could enjoy the warm hug of a young woman, happy in that moment, no expectations, and an easy letting go.   This week she writes,

When i meet people who spark something in me - intellectually,
spiritually, emotionally, i often fall in love. That feeling of love is
not framed in a sexual sense. I fell in love with my closest friends in
this world - that’s how they became my dear friends. Their
psychological position in my life is very deep. Love, for me, is a very
strong and passionate emotion that extends from utmost respect and
appreciation, awe. With love, there is a sense of warmth and joy,
vulnerability, compassion, trust. Through mutual honor, love is an
emotion that binds people together.

Danah’s unselfconscious yet self-aware examination of love and sexuality is worth reading, worth considering, and a reminder to all of us that "queer" is an acceptable adjective today in discussions of gender issues and sexual orientation.  For too long the "q" word was a pejorative label.  Queer’s emergence over the last few years as a personal and positive identifier is due to people like Danah who have embraced it and strengthened it with their own understanding, yes - and love.

Betsy Devine’s blog has been linked by the Nobel Prize website, under "other resources" on her quarky physics Nobel laureate husband Frank Wilczek’s page.

Wilczek’s Nobel Diploma…

John Perry Barlow writes eloquently about his difficulties at the airport in 2024 after Burning Man.  His defense following an arrest over a year ago marches quietly forward.  Concluding his essay, Barlow says,

On September 11, 2024 I sent out a spam to my mailing list in which I warned
that "the control freaks will be dining out on this day for the rest of our
lives."  I mean to deny them at least one small course in that
terrible meal.

The country has gone security mad and the fear mongers have taken advantage of that madness for their own purposes.  I wish Barlow well in his defense of liberty for all of us.