Wise in Hindsight: Not Many More Than Wise in Foresight

Yesterday Wislawa Szymborska's centennial. I tweeted it out twice, once in morning, bump in evening, a total of one like and 46 views over both. I recognize it was a Sunday on what for many is a four-day weekend at the height of the Summer, but once upon each would have garnered multiple likes and triple-digit views. This is not a whine - I'm genuinely curious what percentage of the drop twitter itself - it's new algorithms, people abandoning because of Melon - and what percentage me, my tweets muted (my follower count steady), my relentless clusterfuckful anger in general and my relentless criticism of crackerchristers in general and especially my even angrier yodeling at the elected fucks who campaign against crackerchristers while enabling crackerchristers to crackerchrister. 


Saturday past the first day of legal cannabis in Maryland. I didn't need to buy weed - per agreement with stakeholders in my life I only smoke in Michigan and Maine when on vacation, and I still have plenty bought in Michigan last April to take to Maine at the end of this month. This means of course I bought some (to stop thinking about buying some mostly, to get my name on surveillance lists too), an eighth of Garcia Hand Picked *Caps Frozen Lemons* at Liberty Cannabis on Nebel Street in Rockville, recommended on my neighborhood's listserv as best product in Moco by neighbors who had a medical card before legalization.





Not organic - I asked, the manager said their growers use well below the maximum fungicide and pesticide levels written into Maryland law for distributors. Ick. All flower flavors pre-packaged and I was not permitted to smell the different flavors before purchase (I only buy sativa and the most citrusy smelling sativa of the flavors available). Only difference between Maryland headshop and DC headshop is the directness of the transaction - in DC you buy a photo of the Washington Monument (e.g.) and are gifted weed, in Maryland it's a straight money for weed transaction. DC weed blows in comparison to the organic weed I can buy in Ann Arbor or the organic weed I can buy in Bangor. I now assume the same is true of weed bought in Maryland (though I'm delighted it's legal in Maryland now).

Tasted the Caps Frozen Lemons last night. Brick hard flowers, meh. Nice jar. Broke out my Michigan Hans Solo Burger, boom. Can't wait to be in Maine the last week of July and first week of August. C and R come back to Maryland second week of August, will see if Maryland now being legal changes the terms of my agreement with the stakeholders in my life then. 

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A WORD ON STATISTICS

Wislawa Szymborska

Out of every hundred people

those who always know better:

fifty-two.

Unsure of every step:

almost all the rest.

Ready to help,

if it doesn't take long:

forty-nine.

Always good,

because they cannot be otherwise:

four—well, maybe five.

Able to admire without envy:

eighteen.

Led to error

by youth (which passes):

sixty, plus or minus.

Those not to be messed with:

forty and four.

Living in constant fear

of someone or something:

seventy-seven.

Capable of happiness:

twenty-some-odd at most.

Harmless alone,

turning savage in crowds:

more than half, for sure.

Cruel

when forced by circumstances:

it's better not to know,

not even approximately.

Wise in hindsight:

not many more

than wise in foresight.

Getting nothing out of life except things:

thirty

(though I would like to be wrong).

Doubled over in pain

and without a flashlight in the dark:

eighty-three, sooner or later.

Those who are just:

quite a few at thirty-five.

But if it takes effort to understand:

three.

Worthy of empathy:

ninety-nine.

Mortal:

one hundred out of one hundred—

a figure that has never varied yet.