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DefiantDandelion
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🏔️🏕️📷🪴🥖🐓🔭📡🔬💻🇺🇸🧐✝️ I’m cursed by curiosity. My education is in #Economics and #Philosophy. I spend time as an #AmateurRadio Operator, #LazyGardener, father, husband, and general hobbyist interests in #Camping, #Photography, Food, #Permaculture, small scale Livestock, AppropriateTechnology, ResilientSystems and design, agile, Ecology, Lean, Zone USDA 6a #Ohio I do not represent my employer XMR: 89veuC7T1g5JFbpxc2CY7KML5bAy428AhYoxWHoOJuzkET2nykfgRmPqbuDVgqi1RGfYNvcGYYSxYbtEZSNS3jC9jXU

The next greatest hit of Coronavirus nostalgia: If you liked the empty grocery aisles during Covid, toilet paper, meat, or baby formula you’re going to love this one.

Be the - My God what have you started. It’s clearly evolving and we don’t know what it’s going to do next - you want to see in the world.

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Sure, but if it capsized and started sinking, what would the bigger threat be? Being electrocuted or sharks?

🦈 or ⚡️

Attention please,

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They taste like the pain in your eyes from working under fluorescent lights all day.

They taste like the hollow grinding of a vending machine failing to dispense the highly processed snack food you paid for.

They taste like the empty home you return to since you spent your life meeting the next deadline instead of meeting your wife.

They taste like the ashes from the urn of the life you could have had but didn’t because you were too timid.

They taste like disappointment.

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Corporate jargon for Chief _Blank_ Officer, I think.

CEO, CFO, CTO, etc.

For those who may live in the suburbs and know only one way of maintaining your property (lawn mowing it every week) consider this: If you take a spot in your yard of any size maybe 2 ft by 2ft or more, feel free to fence it off with some kind of border to give yourself permission to treat this space differently, and you just let it grow a season, the grasses will get tall, a few may reach your chest, they will sway in the wind, they will form heads of a grain, and then they will start to turn brownish. And it is about that time that if you pay enough attention, you will spot a bird that you have never seen before. It will be small enough to land on a grass stalk, and it will nibble and peck at the seed head that has formed. It will enjoy a meal in your tiny grass square. And if you watch, it will return through the season.

Everyone has a case of something terminal, the sooner you realize the better off you are.