I realize that about 97% of you end up here “accidentally.”

(That's absolutely true.  And I've written and maintain my own "tracker" to compile such statistics.)

Yet it really is no accident.  Doom is a loose motherfucker who has your number.

But lest that sound harsh, I’d like to take a moment to apologize for the imposition that is this blog.

Of course, if you didn’t land here after executing some inane script, you’d probably end up on top of a fly who’s atop a pile of shit.

So, really, you should thank me for the oasis that I maintain for your transient benefit.

There. Thanks for bearing with me.  Now back to my regularly scheduled outbursts of genius.

Since Earth decided over the past several days to let it rain significantly where I reside for the first time in what I’d guess to be a month…

I’ve run in a thunderstorm.

I’ve played in a puddle.

I’ve taken again to watching plant life (wild flower-weeds) crazy abloom with their mysterious irrepressible strangeness.

I’ve no use for lawns.  I don’t play golf.  Unlike Forrest Gump, I don’t have a tractor to drive around.  And orderlieness does not become me.

If you’re a “lawn person,” we have one less thing in common.

My advice: Join the lawnless universe, relinquish control, and let the wild things grow.

Environmental Headlines

There’s a heatwave in the Arctic…

And a plague of locusts invading France…

It hasn’t rained in Portugal since October and fires rage across the land…

The seas around the world have risen dramatically recently from melting glaciers…

Meanwhile, Bush administration ideologues continue to harass climate scientists who’ve provided proof of global warming.