Well, 93.4% of 3GB of storage space have now been used up on this site and WordPress is asking me to upgrade, ($$$), to get more storage. I haven’t checked the price yet, but I have to say, I feel a little resentful that they expect us all to pay to provide content that they can then stick ads all over. If we don’t want the ads, yep, we gotta pay for that privilege too. That’s a little more understandable.
Jaron Lanier, in his book, Ten Arguments For Deleting Your Social Media Accounts Right Now, advises to get off social media altogether since, if some of us don’t, the providers will continue in their bad practices. And he considers this very way I’ve described as one of the ways they use people, bad practice.
Investing in a server might be in order? Complaining isn’t useful. Either get on with it or get off. I suspect I’ll be getting off since I’m not sure what the point of engaging in any of it is anyway.
This may be the last post on firstdonoharmfrontyardfarmacy.com.
I quit FB sometime back. I only felt a twinge of regret lately when I realized that I had linked a blog over at SpoolTeacher.com to a FB album and that all those images are now not accessible — to me or anyone else, (other than FB). It’s like a house I thought I owned burnt down.
C’est la vie.
The regret didn’t last long once I realized that it is all just another thing that doesn’t need to be thought about again. Phew! More freedom.
It all started when I wanted a way to document my own progress for myself, alone, to see — an online scrapbook, so to speak.
I used to take pictures and get prints and actually assemble them to look at — just me.
As people started to subscribe, it seemed that it might be a way to have a voice for the way I was thinking about how the world was going.
Recently, 2020 in its entirety as a matter of fact, has only exposed the volumes of people who seem to care not at all about anything resembling truth — most everyone it seems. That’s not to say I have a corner on it — but come on!!!, masks!!!, still???, ever. Does anybody do any research?
Zombies. Zombies. Zombies.
The why is clear—the individual has been overlooked. He has been demeaned. He has been grabbed up and drafted into groups. His creative power has been compromised in order to fit in.
The majority of the world still believes in this approach, as if from good groups will flow the ultimate and final solutions we have all been seeking.
This is sheer mind control, because good groups morph into evil, and vice versa, in the ongoing stage play called reality.
Ideals are twisted, infiltrators subvert plans, lessons are ignored, and the whole sorry mess repeats itself again.
That’s all I have to say. There is no point in trying to influence anyone. Everyone has to find things for themselves.
Those who are wearing masks will certainly be the first to go down the drain with the “savior” vaccine on its way to “save the day” and get us back to “normal”. Very sadly, most probably won’t ever catch on and they will drag the rest of us down with them — that’s why those who “know”, fight so hard.
It’s the Cult of Masks Religion.
The only way to save myself is to not be involved. I can’t be any part of it anymore — it’s all too depressing to see that so few see what’s really going on — and refuse to see.
So…it’s been fun being here, but it’s time for this fun to end and just get on with all the doing. Only I need to see it anyway.
Today I split the water irises up and got rid of some of the mass that was their clumps. I’ve been thinking of putting individual pieces in 5 gallon bucket since they propagate so fast and line the back sidewalk with them. For now, they went into cachepots with mosquito dunks to keep those bugs at bay.
The big pot came all the way from Las Vegas with me when a design client I had there was about to throw it in a landfill. The other littler one I’d let my friend Lois take when I was heading up to the northern part of California in one of my attempts to find my style of living. I came back to S. Cal. for just a little while, and then to here, in 2003, where I am now — Arizona. I stayed with her for a week or so in 2012 and mentioned that that little pot was the only thing I’d had any regret of letting go. She sent it back home with me. She was using it for a handy water reservoir and dog lapping water bowl outside near her succulent building station in her yard.
Her Etsy shop. Do visit. You won’t be sorry: https://www.etsy.com/shop/SucculentSalon
I love that little pot and I love her for letting me have it back without batting an eye. That’s the kind of friends we are — 52 years and counting. I can’t believe it! Can it be? Is my math right?! I was a freshman in high school, 14, when she came strutting up the walk like she owned the place. We were in the same French class. She had a scarf tied around her waist through the loops on her pants, fashioned into a square knot at the front. I thought it was just awesome — so clever — so different — non-conformist. I thought she was awesome. Friends at first sight. She was so, so smart. I wasn’t any good at French and she caught me cheating off her paper for a test. I can’t believe we stayed friends. She didn’t like that at all. I was ashamed. I was also very scared of getting a horrible grade too. Awful times — trying to learn a thing — at 14 — with emotional disabilities.
More c’est la vie.
So, thank you — the ones who subscribed and have been giving me the incentive to bother with it all all along. It has helped me a lot to have a place to “go”. I hope I was a benefit to you in some way too.
While I was writing this, I wondered if I’d separated the irises correctly. They all grew from one single little piece that a girl sent home with me from her tank filled with water plants. It was when I was trying to find ways to keep Buster’s pond clean.
I just need to get a pump and filter. Invest in some solar stuff?? That’s all there is to it.
Well, I found this lady talking about her ponds and think you might enjoy it too:
We could all do well to pay attention to the way this youngish man has made himself the comforts of home with almost nothing too:
Au revoir. And may you all be happy and healthy and quit wearing masks.