By any measure, there’s ample global evidence that humankind is finding ways to “mind others’ beeswax” despite our being on a downhill slide toward abysmal failure to handle our own.
Such an observation sounds more complicated than necessary, and isn’t intended to make arm hair snap to attention. (It did, however, elicit an unlikely response from a friend whose mental moorings often are mentioned in the same paragraph with dimly-lighted places: “That ain’t rocket surgery.”)
It is, though, a statement worthy of contemplation in a wobbly world — one crying out for a cosmic shift that may date back as far as Paul the Apostle, who wrote letters to the Church at Thessalonica advising adherents how to “do life.”
Some believe the expression was hammered out by Greeks. Googling in overdrive suggests it probably picked up speed during the 19th century world-wide smallpox epidemic. The disease left deep facial pockmarks, and application of an ointment called “beeswax” provided ready touch-ups.
The sun and other heat sources often did a number on the make-up, however, and retorts popped out of mouths of savvy “friends” offering second coats of beeswax.
“Mind your own business,” ‘pox victims may have said. Later, it was shortened to MYOB. The letters now are sometimes confused with BYOB, letters which provide directives concerning beverage conveyance to meetings, including suggestions as to “concealed carry” or “open carry” manner.
For folks of a certain age, MYOB was a handy playground term often used during recess. It was a soft-spoken bluff to big, tough bullies masquerading as classmates who insisted the rest of us dance to their fiddles. Like Indian rain dances, sometimes the bluffs worked. Usually, however, they provided no more comfort than whistling in dark alleys.
Suffice it to say that in practice, there are massive, planetary efforts — accelerated by technology--for the world’s beeswax pot to be accessible to all.
Should we fail to access our share, there are apps for that, or soon will be.
A current news piece from England claims that Britons — for an all that costs $4.65 American — may access air ambulance locations at all times.
This includes the one piloted by Prince William, a volunteer during paternity leave.
Fearing his political foes might find such information helpful, I’ll choose a four-wheeled ambulance should I have need when visiting “unjolly” old London.
For several years, flightstats.com has provided status and locations of aircraft with filed flight plans.
All that’s needed for access is the aircraft number.
“Need-to-knowers” may while away hours — morning or evening tide — watching blips moving across the computer screen.
I don’t think bees have a whit of involvement in beeswax production. In fact, if encouraged to ratchet their work up a bit, they might tell us to buzz off.
Bees already are doing more with less — ‘er, fewer — and great minds are spinning around the world in efforts to make the world more “bee compatible.” (We’ve got pollen going untouched.)
While there are no apps yet identified to fortify bee populations, it is worth noting some specific — albeit unusual — projects in place to increase their numbers. Who would have guessed that hives are being moved to unlikely places, such as the roof of Dallas’ new Omni Hotel? (This may mean they’ll charge extra for honey you want to slather it on breakfast toast.)..
Honey itself warrants more minding than beeswax. There are folks — like those who believe an apple a day keeps the doctor away — who consider honey to be an elixir for many ills. (I know--there’s still another group countering that “stupid” can’t be cured.)
If honey helps to smarten us up, let’s get a shipment to the lottery office in Indiana. There, they are selling bacon-scented lottery tickets. Aren’t there other ways to plug “bringing home the bacon?” And include a honey shipment to Van Meter, Iowa. They’re pushing a fund-raising lottery; the winner gets to fire a police laser at a volunteering city official. (Sad to say, but for some, it is may be way too late for apples, honey or beeswax.)
Help us, Lord, to exercise a modicum of common sense, and may our beeswax quests focus inward, now and forevermore. Amen.
Dr. Newbury is a speaker in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex. Speaking inquiries/comments to: firstname.lastname@example.org. Phone: 817-447-3872. Web site: www.speakerdoc.com. Columns archived at venturegalleries.com, newbury blog.