keeping bees sounds selfish, yet it's still a goal of mine

Some folks have regrets, while others have perspective. 

Setting out on the journey of a biblical sized writing exercise was far beyond anything I had envisioned at the time. Of course, I knew what a cluster fuck I was about to wade into and I was aware of how critical I can be. The problem I've discovered is that I like it. Oh, don't get me wrong, pretty much every character so far is a piece of shit and the discrepancies really make me question a lot of people and events from the last thousand years, but I'm getting into it.

I set aside the time for the activity and I perform the activity. The discipline involved, or perhaps routine, is comforting. I don't know if the subject matter is important to the therapeutic aspect, but the whole thing provides a calming effect. 

 

Notes on the Bible (Gen 15-16) Hagar the Ho

When we last left Abram, he'd managed to find Lot's personal stash and return safely, unmolested by any aid for some reason. In this chapter, we explore further some of the dysfunctions in Abram's marriage and other relationships.

So Abram had immediately taken off in search of his nephew in the last episode, but instead returned with his stuff. That's fair, for the most part. When he found Lot's people and belongings, his nephew was nowhere to be found and his servants most likely would have said anything to return to the glory days with Abram and his hard working wife. Life was easy then and the gifts flowed from the pharaoh and Sarai's vagina. 

The story Abram heard about his nephew was almost definitely: "Lot is dead, I'm sorry but you should take us with you right now before the demons that killed him return"

dam it all

 Once upon a time there was a boy who lived on a dam. The waters behind stretched as far as he'd ever been able to see and the land beyond always looked so beautiful from his lofty perch. The dam, so far as he'd been able to determine, was all that stood between the frothy waters above and the blissful serenity below.

The boy never had time to travel very far to sea or down to the valley below because the dam was constantly popping leaks. Every day, he'd get up and prepare some kind of quick fix so that he could keep the people safe below. Sometimes he'd get a day or two where there was only a minor problem, but every day there was an issue requiring immediate attention. He couldn't leave his station or the lands were doomed. 

The dam helped, in its own way. Whenever the boy needed supplies, he'd find them in an open storage area near where they were needed. If one of the pumps went down, the right tools were always in his tool bag when he went to make his repairs. On stormy days, he'd usually find himself working on one of the pumps to deal with the excess volume from the seas above. Alternatively, on clear days, he'd hear the breach alarm go off and find some mortar mix and tools ready to make the patch. The dam would have already diverted the flow and he'd get to work roping himself down the massive face of the dam to keep it safe for yet another day.

On quieter days, he'd have time to think about this bizarre situation. He also found the time to explore the dam, which was clearly a magical place. The library was difficult to find but filled with more books than anyone could ever read in a lifetime, though the boy had spent many lifetimes exploring those pages as well. 

rolling through this

I've been doing this bible thing for a few weeks now with little explanation. That's very good and all but I'm the type of person that will take routines to the extreme. I decide, for no real reason, that today I want to write about the bible. Well, no, it wasn't a snap decision to get myself in that far over my head for the new year, it was a decision to write. As in, it's a writing exercise but it's also a thinking exercise and a reading exercise. I was doing some things that were not productive, prep work, I guess. So this is more of that, but more purposeful.

 

 

Today, however, I need to talk about an oddity of capitalism or something. It's like, sometimes a company will make an excellent product but they will also make some really shit products. Perhaps they're branching out into new ventures and this will ultimately prove unsuccessful. Like if a car company decides to start making air fresheners because they go in cars. The cars they make might be reliable and sturdy vehicles, but the scents they have all seem to have a slight scent of rubber.

That's not exactly like what I'm about to talk about, but it's what I came up with in the time I have for today. Raw rolling papers are garbage while Raw cones are a sturdy and reliable method of rolling.

Notes on the Bible (Gen 13-14) Abram loses Lot

 Where we'd left off last time, god brought down a plague on the Pharaoh because Abram was pimping his wife. Abram is now forced to return to Negeb, where the famine has presumably subsided and word has yet to reach everyone about how Sarai was the Pharaoh's courtesan for a while.

After all those shenanigans in Egypt and some kind of walk of shame back to Negeb, the gang wanders back further along the route they'd originally traveled. They stop again at the altar they made near Bethel before they finally realized they'd gotten too rich in Egypt.

Abram got so rich off his wife's work that he was able to give his nephew slaves and flocks and herds and whatever else the Pharaoh saw fit to send to his new girlfriend's pimp. They had so many herds and flocks that their respective shepherds were fighting too much over all the animals. Abram decided there was too much strife in their groups while there was so much land available. The gang finally breaks up, Abram allowing Lot to choose in which direction he traveled. They parted ways and I assume they had a big party and hopefully Lot thanked his aunt before he went on towards the lands of (wicked) Sodom and Abram went off towards Canaan. We won't see Lot again for a while, but he'll be back later.