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I think what I like about fungus is the direct example it provides of new life arising from rot. True, fungus often looks bizarre and even disturbing, but you can’t deny it has a complex (and very often gorgeous) structure. That these new forms are sustained by decaying plant and animal life is to me a hopeful thing.

We’re currently surrounded by signs of rot. Some examples: The economy is nosediving.Our government continues to show signs of succumbing to corruption. The cancerous growth of bigotryis eating whatever goodwill last fall’s elections helped foster.

All true, and all real dangers. But if things really are collapsing, maybe we can take some comfort from our fungal friends. Our world may all be falling apart, but who knows what new and fantastic structures may grow on its carcass?

 

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The Green Man shows up all over medieval European architecture (although this one is in Central Illinois). He’s a sort of vegetable deity, associated with rain and fertility. Mythical vegetable gods can be found everywhere from Mexico to Tibet.

Stories of male gods who go through a cycle of death and rebirth (think Odin, Osiris, or Jesus) are also associated with the Green Man, who follows the changing seasons. Oddly, lots of Christian churches are adorned with this pagan deity. Chalk it up to the early church appropriating local folklore to grease the conversion skids.

I myself am in no danger of any sort of spiritual conversion. I just think the Green Man looks cool. We’re getting a lot of rain around here lately, and those ultra-vibrant, early spring greens are just coming on.  You can practically hear the flowers breaking free of the damp earth. It’s Green Man weather!

Edit: And bringing Green Man into the modern world, there’s this.

 

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How’s a fella supposed to evolve with all these consarn tectonic shenanigans going on?

Seriously, I may be three hundred and six, but I can still give you a hiding like you’ll never forget! Go erupt on some dad-blamed tourists and leave me alone!

[spits]

 

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After eight days of this bastard cold, I can say without doubt that there is nothing cute or endearing about it. I’d also like to point out to my immune system that the idea is to attack the invader, not the host body. So little more search-and-destroy and a little less carpet-bombing my lungs with mucus, thanks.

But I like the idea of plushy virus toys. Sort of takes the taint of evil off the little buggers.

Also, the word “blogging” accurately describes the sound of me hacking phlegm out of my lungs at two in the morning. So I guess that makes me a double blogger.

Ugh.

 

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I don’t want to pay $50,000 for an electric car. I might pay that much for one of these, however. Makes a nice lawn ornament.

I now return to my regularly scheduled head cold. Ugh.

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