Deoxy

[helen99]

Browsling around http://www.deoxy.org (always thought-provoking).

http://deoxy.org/psychowork.htm
http://deoxy.org/endwork.htm

Dimitri's opinion of work...

Don't get me wrong. I am not ready to give up my job and play for a living. I don't know if I'll ever be ready for that (it was trained out of me from a very young age). Besides, my owners employers treat me better than any I've had before. But I've always envisioned a time when I actually do something else. Will I wait until I'm too old to enjoy it, like most people? Will I think of something before that? If so, what? I've always thought in terms of selling a product (like opening a little store). But is that really the way to go? For the past several years we've been studying concepts such as "sustainability" and "permaculture" as means of self support. But who among us has the space to build a wonderfully huge compost pile and grow enough food to feed ourselves and others?

In light of http://www.climatecrisis.net, do I have a choice? Personally I think the answer is no.

But (wistful sigh), whatever happened to getting a neat beach place and spending my last years romping on the boardwalk and toasting lazily by the shore and eventually catching (or being caught by) a Perfect Wave? Yes, folks, dark confession time. I am a desert-loving, sun-craving beach bum at heart. Yet here I am, living with a bunch of Wood Elves, which is probably the main reason I do not have skin cancer. Yepyepyep, this is my life. What to do now.

Maybe I'll grow prickly pears. I love those things, and you can eat them, and they grow in Maryland. And get a pair of ducks. That's really all I need to survive.

Comments

[helen99.livejournal.com]

That would be so wonderful... The Ocean in front of me, the San Andreas behind me... It would be like living on the Edge of Eternity™ (which we are anyway - this would just illustrate it poetically and provide impetus to live each moment more fully). Those evergreens, that sand, the lush secret gardens behind terraced walls. That sane philosophy, those interesting, artistic subcultures. I have never laid eyes on it, but I've always thought of it as Home to some extent - at least the closest one I'd ever have on this planet. I may be thinking of a place that doesn't exist anymore, or never did...

[fendahleen.livejournal.com]

"Those evergreens, that sand, the lush secret gardens behind terraced walls. That sane philosophy, those interesting, artistic subcultures..."

...and Arnold Schwarzenegger for a governor.

[helen99.livejournal.com]

A mere comma (coma?) in the earthquake of life...