Hen & Chicks

Hen and Chicks is a Succulent. A succulent, is any plant with thick fleshy tissues adapted to water storage. I have discovered where one can learn about Succulents in Philadelphia.

The Philadelphia Cactus and Succulent Society was founded in 1942 to exchange knowledge of and experience with succulents among its members. Membership is open to anyone with an interest in growing and learning more about succulents. There are more than 100 members at all levels of expertise - beginners and experts, collectors and growers.

Gardening is a lot of work. I am a lazy gardener. I like plants that are easy to grow, good to look at and fill odd spots in the garden that would be otherwise filled with pesky weeds.

Hen and Chicks meets all my qualifications. This link directs you to a Succulent Lover's gorgeous blog. I have fallen in mad love with succulent plants. 

https://su-su-su-succulents.tumblr.com/tagged/creative%20planters

This plant will grow in partial shade and not much soil - both good qualities in a city garden or on a sunny window sill in Winter. Hen and Chicks produces flowers when the Hen reaches maturity. 

Donald is The Shyte - Magic Google Finger

Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words.
Arthur Brisbane

I am feeling angry today. I need to find something to do instead of pop bubble wrap. So PLUNK! my MAGIC GOOGLE FINGER (TRUMP SHIT).

Man is the Great Ape. Some Apes fling POO.

I always make attribution of the Artist's work if I can find it.  Often the creator is Anon Y. Mous. Always sign your work, Artists. Always.

Cartoons by Dave Lynch

by HANKSY

Time for a Break in the Day's Hostilities

Time for some healing quiet. I love this video. Meditation works if you work it. Try it; you will like it.

My best advice: if this way does not work for you, there are other techniques. Try the Practice of the Presence of God. Or Vernon Howard's books. Or read Wild Geese by Mary Oliver.

Art is a way to meditate. The feeling you get when you read Wild Geese is satori. Adepts experience satori not for a moment or two but all the time. It is called Paradise. Most of the rest of us do not have the stamina for it.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

- Mary Oliver  

Cher Readers and Friends

Thank you for your kind concern and notes. I was so sick. You cheered me up while I was in misery. I am much better. I still need to put 5 pounds back on. A stiff wind would blow me over.

I have been submitting some of my essays to Medium. If you are a writer you join, then you write, then they 'pay' you. So far I have made $1.67. I had to do something when I was so miserable; knew I could push buttons. This is the first thing I have written that is new. Too hurting. Except for comments. I will die with a mean trashmouth sigh of complaint gently escaping my once painted mouth. 

So a funny thing happened. I decided to contribute to a publication on Medium called Bouncin' and Behavin'. The Editor Jason Provencio wanted fun material others may censor.  Medium tends whitebread. 

"I have two categories in which you are bound to find something evil" I boasted. 

1. Filth and Dirt and 

2. Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll. 

Surely have something evil there. I will go through and look."

And because I was sick, I went to bed and thought no more of my reckless remark.

The Popular Posts function in left column is automatic. Some folks from medium and some civilians got curious about how low I might go. I have been laughing and astonished at what folks have chosen to read. All of a sudden I have hits like I did when Bede was writing his Music articles. Hordes have galloped through this space. And then it gets quiet again. 

When I had moments of consciousness, I rose from my bed of pain and my oxycodone haze and came to read blog. Was anyone coming by in spite of my long silence? Oh yes they were. I got to watch a parade of my articles go by, some of which I forgot I had written. 

I embarrassed myself some. Tearing Eric Cantor's tits off with my teeth? It is not the perversion that concerns me. I was trying to do political analysis in that opus. And I relapsed to stand up instead. I am really proud of my work. 

I have a good poem or two hidden in this mess. Some intelligent and thoughtful Readers have contributed good Articles about Art, Music, Society. I have spent a decade creating this (Diary, Memoir, Howl of Pain and Lustful Thoughts, Ship of Cheerful Fools and SJWs) or whatever it is. I glad I did not miss it. We have been having such fun. Andiamo.