Providence Radar-Blips our ‘Community Ecosystem’
In the beginning of the month I mentioned “Providence” via a W.H. Murray quote. It’s a quote I like living with in the way that I will nalu it as things come my way. To ‘nalu it’ is to go with the flow as opposed to down a rabbit trail… subtle but distinctive difference.
I usually think of Providence as a kind of filtering versus a real cosmic occurrence, though the cosmic stuff can happen at times! Some call it serendipity; I think it’s the filtering of how your personal radar will pick up and notice certain things, whereas before the filter was in place you wouldn’t have.
Such was this story I read in Hana Hou!, the in-flight magazine of Hawaiian Airlines yesterday; it’s called Little Crop of Horrors, and written by Paul Wood (one of my favorite local journalist/authors) about pitcher plants… “In the wilds of Puna [which is a 2-3 hour drive from where I live] Sam Estes is breeding a carnivorous jungle.”
Paul describes another kind of ecosystem in the most ‘delicious’ way (pun intended, as you will read…) and I offer it just to have some fun with the metaphor, though it might be pretty thought-provoking matched to yesterday’s posting after a beer or two…
“Here’s what it’s like to be a fly in Puna who happens to land on one of Sam Estes’ pitcher plants: You come down onto a circular landing pad —the lid of the pitcher— and you notice a tasty nectar around the edges. Slurping up the nectar, you crawl around the edge of the lid to its underneath, which is juicy and dripping with the stuff. The nectar has a narcotic quality that gets you all loopy. Suddenly you are grooving to Fly and the Family Stone.”
“Then you lose your grip and fall. You land on the pitcher cup’s brim, struggling for footing in a curved valley between steep walls. Your last chance for survival is to get over the brim and get the hell out of there. You scramble. But the brim is coated with gooey wax that eludes your grip and you slip. You clutch onto the inside wall of the cup, but this is lined with a different kind of wax, one that breaks away as you stick to it. Helpless, you fall into the pit.”
“In human scale, this is like falling into a 500-foot-deep well. At the bottom is a lake of peptic enzymes. As you slowly drown, you notice other creatures that have learned to live down here —mosquito larvae, for example, and certain ants that dive into the water to catch those larvae as food for the colony. It’s a bug-eat-bug world down here, an entire ecosystem, and the pitcher plant itself, with its hundreds of individual pitchers strung along its twisting vine, is a kind of god.”
—Paul Wood, Little Crop of Horrors, Hana Hou! Magazine February/March 2008
If you are going, “Huh?” Yesterday’s posting was: Sense of Place on the Internet: A Brand New Community Ecosystem. You might have fun with the metaphor too :)
They are kinda pretty...
Hana Hou! is sold at newsstands and in bookstores, thus the online archives are purposely delayed an issue or two, but this story is already posted! They do an excellent job, and I highly recommend browsing their archives, or getting a subscription for the stunning photography they showcase.
These pitcher plant photos were found on Flickr by robstephaustralia, by terrorchid, and by jennybach.










