An auspicious and suspicious day

Of note:

• Today is Eeyore the Donkey's 149th birthday.
• [UPDATE] Today is Joy Harjo's birthday.
• Yesterday was Gary Snyder's 90th birthday.
• Tomorrow is Mother's Day in  the US.

Eeyore and Gary and Mothers all are among our most favoritest peoples and we wish each and every one of them health and happiness for many years to come, while they live with us and in our memories.

On the other hand (remember Harry Truman's request for an economist that had only one hand?), we have a more than moderate case of the grumpies because today is unseasonably cold, below freezing temperatures are forecast during the next couple of nights, the latest Coronavirus is still rampant and  the #OrangeIdiot is still in the White House. Then  again, we discovered a very interesting online resource for food information: FoodPrint. It's worth your time to take a look. Our current  food "system" has passed the point  of diminishing returns. One of our favorite native Minnesotans has said it all better than we can. If not Maggie's, whose? We all Gotta Serve Somebody.

Maggie’s Farm

Written by: Bob Dylan 

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music

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