My retweets are mostly intended to mark, in 'real time', what I read and see -- about our complex and unbelievable world (even before we turn, as we must, to the larger universe) -- and, even as I share, to commit to digital memory, and thus to be positioned to remember and to recollect with greater certainty a valued fraction of all that there is to remember. As a totality, the retweets constitute for me a collection, but only one such, of the mostly passive encounters that I have had, in Twitterverse, as a speck in the far larger phantasmagoria of existence. In the end, they are a sort of territorial marking.
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Why I Retweet
I love to tweet and retweet -- certainly more of the latter than the former. But there have been longish gaps in time during which I have not actively done either. In the 'seasons' when I'm on Twitter a lot, I tweet and retweet and retweet. But Trump is not a role model for me, and shouldn't be for anyone (though he clearly is for some), on Twitter. His Twitter behavior is too pathological and grating and too driven by hostility and infused with hate. I see Twitter as a platform for celebrating the awesomeness of the diversity that's all around us.
Monday, July 13, 2020
UAP Crop and Livestock Insurance Policy Details ~ July 2020
Unashig Members interested in taking up crop or livestock insurance through Unasi Insurance Agency Ltd will find the following details useful in making decisions regarding the policies currently being offered by UAP Old Mutual. Contents of the documents availed through the five links given below are fairly self-explanatory.
Any follow-up queries that individual Members interested in any of the offers may have, should be forwarded or addressed for further processing to Esther, the PO of Unasi Insurance Agency, via WhatsApp or a phone call to: 0720101679. Alternatively, queries and completed forms should be mailed to this Unasi Office email address: unasi254ag@gmail.com.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
A Thought: Difficult Things
One must do difficult things and sustain the effort. The easy things happen anyway, along the way, and may soon fizzle out. One must strive beyond one's adjudged and perceived limits. That's how achievement becomes real. That's how we lift and soar.
A Thought: A Book
A book, I think, is a bringing together of certain clumps of life's (and/or nature's) disparateness and twists and turns, and a threading together of them into a set of flows and, in the end, a tangible coherence.
Adrift
De Trump, he's lost his anchor, except for dem fox at Fox who still play him dat make-believe role, 'n an occasional song to smash Ocasio. He forgets who he really is. He flails. He's adrift, like De Tramp. He's rudderless, even. He's headed toward de deep blu sea. Is how we see it all from here -- we who are neither Meerkats nor Squirrels, and who are, indeed, 'is own Roots and Trunk. End perhaps 'is nightmare.
Let 'im not drift too south-easterly, dough, toward dem holes of his blurry eyes & perennial bigotry -- nor anywhere near de Door of No Return, dere on Cape Coast. U never know what he'd 'ear or see. Farther South, 'e could end up off de Namibian coast, as C Columbus once did. Dat would b a tin. An' it c'd b wild lappin' from dere, wid no compass end no sails (to boot) end no way to master de headwinds, toward de Indies -- CC's imaginary & unbroken passage to India. End on, once again, to o so lovely Pocahontas' land. But de land he'd come upon wud b a changed land. Dere wud b a few peeps 4 sure in khaki trench coats waitin' onshore -- wid papers, p'raps.
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