BumbleBee
There is a little bee sticker on my computer (or workstation to be rigorous about it) at the library.  His mysterious appearance is something for which I have only
conjecture. But he is quite small, not anything anyone else but I see.
So no explanation has ever been asked for or given. As I looked at him, or
her, the other day I thought perhaps something should be said.
In the first place his appearance is not so mysterious. About two years ago a co-worker, came in one day wearing a
jacket. This jacket a very nice full fall jacket had a broad pattern of
horizontal yellow and black stripes. My reaction born of a lifetime of
deep introspection, sensitive thoughtful being and intuitive
consideration of the feelings and self esteem of others (and this is
why women love me) I say:
"Yeri, you look like a giant Bumble Bee"
She stops frozen in mid-step a crestfallen confused look on her face.
A touch of frission in the air. The english phrase and notion
BumbleBee it is revealed over the next few minutes may not instantly
translate through to the Korean. And even as it does...
"Oh my, is that good thing or bad thing?" is what she inquires at first.
A few days latter arrived the little bee. Stuck to my
keyboard when I came in one morning. I have since moved him to the
corner of one of my two screens.
Things change. Yeri left working here at the library about a year ago,
following her husband, his post graduate project finished, composite materials or some such, in search of
work and elusive H catagory visas elsewhere. When she left she made a
poster board of her time with us, for her farewell party. Photographs and
other little illustrations. She paired this with another poster she had
made a few years before when her daughter passed one hundred days old.
She asked people she knew here to join Facebook so she could stay in
touch with us. This is the point when I signed in with that piece of
relentless modernity (All modernity is relentless).
Over time other people I have known, friends and family, have
found my Facebook page. Because of this I am somewhat reluctant to
admit I have no idea what to do with it, and go to it rarely. But my
opinion matters little here, Yeri Park was the first person on my page
and I like that. Micaela does not seem to do the Facebook thing.
Yeri and her family have since returned to Korea. Tran,
another Facebook hold-out, gave in at around this time and joined so she
could continue to (be)'friend' Yeri across the wide oceans. I am left with
my facebook page with which I can see how much better all my friends
have aged than I have. Possibly this is the real point of Facebook. I
have that, and my little Bee person, who at least is ageless.
11:37:22 PM  ;;
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