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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