So, here we are on day 2 of the blog...I'll bet you're wondering what "verying" meant yesterday? It wasn't a typo or spelling error. Verisimilitude, one of my favorite words - "appearance of, or purveyor of truth"...my three young gals are all truth-bearers, each in her own way.
Some days I am Jo the Minimalist; some days Lizzie, who would prefer to grasp the tail of a kite ala Pooh Bear and float up into the trees and just enjoy her truth quietly; other days I'm like Ang...I just haven't found the answer yet, haven't dug it up. I do plod along though on those days, putting one foot front of the next and staying in the solution like Jo.
Today I spent an unscheduled time doing computer maintenance after accidently downloading a rather nasty toolbar. Word to the wise: if you are downloading Gutenburg make sure you don't get involved with a crafty little piece of work called FLVRunner...it will take about 5 hrs to make it all right again, all the time begging forgiveness from your poor laptop!
Have a good day, evening and long weekend...will try to bring more thoughts to bear during the coming days.
Your servant,
S.E. Shirley
This has been preying on my mind since the disaster film "2012" bombed at the box-office. You see, I don't think anybody with a conscious reasoning mind is into this Mayan-End-Of-The-World nonsense.
I have this group of younger gal-pals from verying backgrounds who provide me a lively conversation on just about any topic, including this one. So we're going to be blogging about my young women-friends for awhile.
Let me introduce them:
Jo is a graphics artist, well-educated and trained with a natal background that includes Costa Rica, Argentina, Italian with a wisp of New York to blend the flavors. She is a great cook, has a distinctive sense of style and bubbles with enthusiasm. Jo is a minimalist; for her Occam's Razor is the answer of the day: whatever the simplest answer, given all the possibilities, is the correct answer. It is Jo's firm belief that the purveyors of the Mayan Calendar just ran out of supplies! Not enough clay (perhaps the heat of the summer dried it up),stylus fragmentation etc. So whoever was in charge of the Mayan Project, as she refers to it,simply called a halt to any more counting!
Lizzie is a free spirit - she is a professional videographer who gazes at the world and its inhabitants through her lens. An avid yoga practitioner, Lizzie is what I call a 'neo' - not that gawd awful New Age trash that was forced down the collective gullet in decades past - that is sooooo last century - which was nothing more than the reworking of ancient ideas anyhow, accompanied with healing minerals, tie-dyed shirts and jangling bracelets that rattled the nerves. In tough with her body and with the awareness of the world around her, Lizzie believes that the Mayans on the Calendar Committee just got tired of doing the same old thing and pursued other interests, allowing the slab to gather dust, then mud, then more mud until some unlikely archaeologist dug it up! A variation on 'one man's trash is another man's treasure' idiom.
Ang is a historian who actually does go on 'digs' during her summer holidays! A writer for an international blog, Ang very simply points out that modern man gloms onto anything that is 'dug up' and that piece of 'history' is the keystone upon which we make sweeping and usually erroneous opinions of behaviors of the past. Errors, she will always remind, the are offset by the next set of 'dug up' information modern humans get. In other words, we as a society (and even a preponderance of real historians and scientists)see each artifact as the end-all and be-all of history until we get more information that either supports our hypotheses or negates them. Ang sees the past as a process of 'finds' and even though she is down-to-earth she is really rather metaphysical about it all. Ang thinks that we have but a small piece of the larger picture the Mayans and their forebears want(ed) us to see! 
Here's the interesting part: all three young women are a part of me - as we draw nearer to the precipice of 12.21.12 (which seems like a darn good lottery grouping of numbers to me!) I propose that we will get closer and closer to ourselves, to our familial and environmental histories as well as our genetic predispositions...
JOIN ME ON THIS FASCINATING JOURNEY!!!
