Don't Sleep In The Subway, Darling.
There are probably several messages there. For me, one is that this song by Petula Clark did enormous and lasting damage to the English language because she sang "the whys or the wherefores" ... as if there were a difference.
Just to be clear, there is no difference. Why and wherefore mean the same. When Juliet asks rhetorically (thinking herself alone on the balcony with no stalker below), "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" she means, "Why do you have to be the son and heir of my father's greatest enemy?"
Possibly due to Pet's success and abuse of the English language, too many folks think that wherefore is a fancy British way of saying Where. It isn't.
Another message might be the advice of an urban prepper or survivalist who was interviewed by a controversial TV host who rejoices in a name that is Australian slang for food.
The host can't help it. His parents probably liked a very innovative car that was too good to be allowed to succeed.
The prepper suggested that everyone should be prepared with 3 ways of making fire, and more than a couple of ways of getting drinking water, because one cannot trust The Man and his windmills to be there in a catastrophe.
For Greens, survivalists, or Science Fiction authors, a most inspiring piece, for real life terraforming Is the low tech project that has been going on in the Sahel of Africa to combat Saharan desertification.
California could learn a thing or two from the African farmers of the Sahel and their humble crescent shaped pits dug in the hard, dry soil, and surrounded on the down-weather curved side with a line of rocks
Zai pits, supplemented with compost, hold water long enough for seeds to sprout and grow, and as plants and trees grow, they create a virtuous cycle of darker vegetation that pulls in heat, that generates condensation, that recycles evaporation, and creates shade, and allows more plants to grown, and that cools the area, increases rainfall, and so on.
Carbon Dioxide is not bad, it is plant food. Oxygen is excreted by plants. We let the trees respire, they let us breathe and eat.
Rowena Cherry
SPACE SNARK™
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