Osmosis …
First published June 29, 2008
and there I see,
in you, and therefore
bring to me,
much love and
hope and reasons
why
this life, today, is
worth more time
and not yet ready, in
spite of grief, to stop
and say good-bye.
Daily Archives: May 4, 2025
the second world
a tour of “you don’t wanna go there”
written by: el gato malo of "bad cattitude", May 3rd, 2025
Suggested by ghostsniper
people are familiar with the common construct of “the third world.” they are also familiar with the idea of “the first world.” what’s interesting to me is the idea of how one becomes the other and the presumption of the causality and the pathways by which that occurs. it’s worth some exploration.
worryingly, this is a topic on which i think most people’s intuitions and utopian hopes are hopelessly wrong to the point of being outright dangerous.
in an attempt to clarify and circumvent such, i’d like to add a new construct to the list, that of “the second world” and this is important because it is not at all what most people think.
The article is here:
Morning At The Farm
I don't think it's a secret that I'm half-Canadian. Mom's family comes from Scottish immigrants (refugees?) and Loyalists that had to leave after "those traitors" won the war; been in Upper Canada since at least the American War of Independence. I happened to be born a mile or so north of the border, so that makes me a US citizen ... but I spent a fair amount of time in Canada. Learned to drive, shoot, understand the only way to eat fries is with white vinegar, bale hay, milk cows among other things up there. One of the two Debbies I was desperately in love with was Canadian. God, that was so long ago ... Could cross the border without customs (or a passport) back then.
Some years back, we had to give up the family farm. I'd have been the 5th generation to work the place but life didn't take me that way. Hey, the "new" barn was built in 1902. But, given the conditions with and in Canada right now - and the last of my g'grandfather's apple trees having died - perhaps it was for the best.
But, damn, I miss the place.
