Saturday, November 19, 2016

Secret Life Of ant.AUNTS



Secret Life Of ants/Aunts


 


Not sure I intended to talk in code.  BREXIT.  The Donald.   Election Over.  Who Won?
Begins the blog and thoughts of a New Year.  Celebration and Celebrity Cause 2017.

 


So begins this blog.  The Secret Life and had to do some inquiry to make sure I wasn’t plagiarizing somebody’s previous works.  Difficult in today’s world, keeping up.  Best to realize early that if you error, somebody will call you on it.  Maybe even take you to court, and as we know this is something best to avoid, as it is a process that spells both justice and punitive results.  Win and Lose.  All because you dare say the wrong thing.

 


Lately I have seen novel work-arounds for the situation.  The Secret Life becomes a variation.   Secret Life of ants.AUNTS
Is best not to think you have all the answers.  In today’s world the most surprising things occur.  Surveillance and Selfies.  Side by Side. Is the idea that is going on around me as I sit down to blog.  Be careful what you say, but say it anyway.  The Donald.


 

I am intrigued by all of this.  Saturday and is a day of rest for me.  Not sure if I am violating one of the laws, but as you know, there are so many laws and jurisdictions, and with plane travel  and space travel is difficult to know just which laws you might be violating.  So I have decided I will take what I know, and mix with that, THE UNKNOWN.  Merge the subject, which are vast and write about it.  Only thing is, what I am doing is not new and improved, nor original. 


 

A quick look on Google and I learn that there exists a book by Jae Choe  and Dan Perlman and Jane Goodall on amazon.com, with the title:  Secret Lives of Ants.  Did not want to break my train of thought and did notice that some clever people were using the period sign to conjunct words into a single thought.  Hence  ants.AUNTS becomes a legitimate expression in their world.

 


So for my purpose here I decided I would follow along and do what they do.  Learned this by watching football.  Learned that the NFL ( national football league ) is said to be a copy-cat league.  Don’t have the time to prove or disprove that, and don’t want to end up in Court with a contentious battle on my hands, so will just say:  “Saw it on the Internet. Will repeat it here.  But without responsibility.”   Not sure that works, but for expediency and just the desire to continue, I will try this approach.  Trust it doesn’t offend anybody, but if it does:  “See you in Court.”

 


Stunning.  Comprehensive.  Compelling.  Walking around with that look on one’s face, asking:  “For Real?”   Each day and week and month and year, we think:  “We Have Seen It All.”  And then something utterly inconceivable happens.  Maybe you know what I am talking about.  Can’t be specific, as I do not want to be sued and end up in court,  but maybe you know what I am talking about.  Not even done with the last set of particulars, and it is as if overnight, everything has changed for me and perhaps others. 


 

Facing a new tomorrow and possible reality, and I ask:  “Does this have to do with A Secret Life.?”  How could this happen without me knowing?  Of course I am not a Know-It-All.  I am a regular guy or gal.  But really.  This came out of the blue.  Didn’t see it coming.  Sunning.  Compelling.  Comprehensive.  Now my expectations for the New Year 2017 are different.  Not sure I can put it into words.  But will write a blog and hope I feel better when done.

 

Comes to me that I am such a small part of all of this. Invisible.  Unseen.  Unheard of.  Unspoken.  Unwritten.  Back to the notice,  “It’s a secret.  Don’t worry, we will explain it all later.”  But they never do.  Or so it seems.  Not in a timely manner when I could have done something significant to reduce its impact on my personal life.  Lumping it all together and putting it off to the side, where I will look at it later. 
The Secret Life. 


 

Then comes a fancy way of devising a title for a blog.  Half-baked and not ready for the dinner table, where in the old days we would sit at day’s end, eat a meal with family and friends and others, and talk about our day and news and other things. 


 


Is Saturday morning and he writes a blog.  Tries to sort it out, and prepare for the next 5 weeks of holiday celebration at the end of the year 2016.  Not to say that 2016 contained the most painful and intimate moments of my life,  but am aware that I did lose some important people in my life, a best friend or two, and yes:  It was hard but here I am.  Survived.  Writing about it.  I must be okay.

 


A dream come true.  This year is just about over.  Now I can get on with my life.  Perhaps.  Well, maybe.  It is complicated.  Can’t really go into details so I will write about The Secret.  Ants and Aunts and things I can relate to and explain, is how I will proceed.  And when done it will be like a dream come true.  It will be processed in my mind like so many things from 1950 to now.  It never happened.  Or if it did,  it was a secret and not really something that I thought about or knew about or dealt with.  A dream come true.  Fantasy.  The Internet.  Alternative Reality.  A free ticket to mars.


 

Looking at all the possibilities, come across this.  Universal Truth sets forth moments of transcendence,  offset by months of confusion, and I am pleased that it is but 5 weeks to Christmas and New Years.  Not sure we can have a Secret Life with all the cameras that surround me.  Top Down.  Ground Level.  Hidden in the Dressing Room.  Secret Life no more. 

 



So what do we do in court during the Discovery Phase.  Court Appointed or High-Priced Advocate and it is best to just place hand and fingers over eyes, and wait to see if you disappear or are just invisible or lose consciousness.  Not unsure of myself, but rather of my immediate environment and seek help and advice from my Aunt.  She texts me.  I reply.  “Help.  Help.”  And that is the last I hear from her.  That was Thanksgiving 2015.  Something happened.  A disconnect.  Lost in the communication shuffle, and have been on my own.

 


Want to go the Anonymous Route and just write and post and repeat, as is necessary and possible.  Like having a second life, and going with the idea:  Every Thing Is Known.  There are no secrets.  There is no life.  No ants.  Family has gone missing and for now we make up an explanation and blame it on global warming,  axis shift, and degradation of the coral.  Acceptance is big with me this morning.  Accept the idea you can’t fix everything.  Deal with the left-overs and anxiety of a start-up agent.  Set fire to yesterday’s plans.  See things as maybe they are.  Without the possibility of parole and personal history.  It is what it is.  To me. 
Total Mystery. 



The secret life of ant.AUNTS.  Not sure why this appears in the plural, but suspect it is an issue of Collective Issues, and nothing personal.  Take no offense that you are in the public eye, as smart-phones take your picture, and automated programs do the rest.  Heavy lifting to FaceBook, and there you are.  Nothing Personal.  Boy Wonder made an APP and made it available in Play Store.  There you are.  

NO Secret Life.

WYSIWYG
The Donald.

 

 

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