In the time of the ancient Greek Physician Hippocrates the Greek word ‘crisis’ (Gk. Κριση) meant ‘a turning point in a disease’. This turning point can either lead to recovery or death. Nowadays the word crisis means a crucial stage or an unstable period either in one’s personal life or in politics and economics. Many countries all over the world are at a turning point of a disease, the disease being greed. Corporations have exhausted the resources in our environment and left irreversible damages on the environment ex. the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. People are losing their jobs at an alarming rate, and few people can look to the future with a smile on their face. This is the time when people have to stop to think about the future and to think abou the damage that was done, not only to society but to ourselves. People are suffering, we all know that, but not very many will recover. Those who are fortunate enough to recover will venture into a stable phase; alot stronger and more prosperous than before.
Yesterday, I felt brave, so I decided to finally get rid of these bees.
I thought of not harming them. I first decided to get rid of them naturally. I had read that bees detest the smell of burning coffee beans, so I put some beans on a piece of aluminum foil, then I lit a match and placed it in the coffee beans. One of the beans started to burn. A lot of smoke came out, and I stood underneath the beehive and wafted the smoke toward the beehive. The bees did seem annoyed by the smell and they remained still. But, suddenly, it got very windy so I had to abandon this plan. I was feeling restless. So, I just grabbed the mosquito spray. I made sure to wear light coloured clothing-dark colours annoy them. I hid in the corner and sprayed the hive just once.
After spraying the beehive with bug spray I ran inside. Within a few minutes all the bees had dropped dead. Except maybe two that had hidden behind the hive. These two bees were buzzing around looking for me. The two bees went to the other corner and they were going to build another hive again-they really are relentless and hard-working. I got someone else to spray them head on.
With a painter’s spatula, I scraped the hive off of the wall. It was very easy and the hive was as light as a paper. I then burnt the beehive to prevent the bees from coming back to it.
I washed the wall with some soap and water and cleaned out any remaining pieces of the beehive.
A few weeks ago I deleted my Facebook account. I thought that it would be easy, but while in the process of deleting my account I discovered that this popular social networking site was not easy to let go. First because ‘it’ wouldn’t let me go and second I realised that I had become used to it. As humans living in an ever-changing environment we learn to adapt and we sometimes forget how things were like before.
There are certain things that become a way of life, like the television and the radio and many other things we didn’t have two hundred yeas ago. Many people cannot fathom how someone cannot watch television or even own a television or a cell phone or computer etc. Everyone is supposed to follow the status quo to embrace the new and complicated things that come our way. If you don’t you will be as backward as the Homo sapiens who lived in caves.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t hate technology. I have a blog. I don’t hate Facebook either I think that it is a great idea and you get in touch with people you would have never have been able to get in touch with in normal circumstances. As for the privacy issue that really wasn’t my main concern, because I didn’t put much information about myself on Facebook. I had barely any photos of myself and my privacy settings were pretty high. I just found that it was just too distracting. I would go on the internet and check my Hotmail account and from there I would get interesting links to other sites. Then I would log into my Facebook account. I would go on Facebook and reply to the comments there; then I would play the various games, and then get constantly bombarded with pop ups from advertisers asking me for my email address.
When I was finally in the process of deleting my account a dialogue ensued with the computer.
Facebook: ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’
Me: “If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be on this specific page’.
Then photographs of my Facebook friends appeared on the screen and a message.
Facebook: ‘Please send them a goodbye message’.
Me: ‘ Well, tear out my heart-strings why don’t you!’
Facebook: “Why are you leaving me! What did I do?”
Then a box appeared with a list of my possible reasons for wanting to leave Facebook.
Me: ‘You were useless!’
Facebook: “You need to add more friends’.
Then some suggestions to improve my ‘Facebooking’. I ignore the suggestions and then Facebook retaliated.
Facebook: ‘Alright then take this! We’re sorry to let you go. You can reactivate your account by using your email address and the same password. We hope you will be back soon… Sucker!’
On the last page my heart took a dive and my brain spun. Then I came to my senses and thought to myself, ‘it’s just Facebook!’ But, then it occurred to me that I haven’t really left Facebook. I am in their hard drive, their ‘private’ files for ever. That is when I realised that Facebook is just like Hotel California ‘you can check out [log out] anytime you like, but you can never leave!’…