Sunday, April 29, 2007

The Big Pile o' Crap

I have this enormous stack of papers, books, compact discs, and cables that go to unknown devices down in the basement where my office used to be. Before I craved fresh air and sunshine and a spider-free existence. I used to sit down there and mumble Gollum, Gollum to myself. Today is the day that She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has ordered that I will clean it up. I was hoping she’d forget and we could just leave it behind in the move.

So, with a burned hand, I’m down in the basement putting stuff into two piles: box up to move, and trash. Most of it is trash. Receipts from restaurants I dined at two years ago, matchbooks, instruction manuals to devices I’ve already broken, and more adapters to connect those same devices to other devices I no longer have. It’s amazing how much my life has changed in just two years.

Last full day

Well, this is the last full day in this house. It’s where one of my children were born. We’ve played here, thrived here, and made a garden bloom here. Many a meal has been shared, time has been spent together, and peaceful nights passed. Though I’m thrilled to be moving to a place of our own and leaving the suburbs, I can’t abandon this house without a certain measure of sadness.

This morning, cooking scrambled eggs and potatoes, I got the oil too hot and then inadvertently splashed a wave out onto my right hand. I cooked two fingers pretty severely. Right now they’re soaking in aloe and comfrey and it seems to be helping, but the pain is still pretty severe. I’ve been bitten, kicked, gouged, pierced, sliced, squished, and frostbitten, but pretty much nothing hurts like a burn. Enormous blisters have formed and I’m babying that hand a lot, but there’s still a ton of work to be done in order to get ready for tomorrow. And then a lot of work the rest of this week as we get started. Ah well. I’ll manage.

We’re packing up all the plates and ordering Chinese food for dinner tonight. I love Chinese food! It’s a good excuse too.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

I'm so tired I spelled "Ecuador" wrong.

 

Ecaudor holds rain forest hostage ...

Ecuador has stated that unless they receive financial compensation equal to $350 million American dollars per year, they will devastate a section of the rain forest in their control where they (allegedly) have discovered a vast oil field. Beautiful. Now the third world is holding us hostage.

Tell you what, Ecuador. Why don’t you just go ahead and burn it? Plow it under and set up oil holding tanks. Drill deep and start pumping that beautiful black crude. By the time you start ever seeing a nickel of revenue, we’ll have decided to “spread a little democracy” your way and we’ll see if those M1 Abrams can maneuver in jungle terrain. Oh, excuse me … EX-jungle terrain.

If I were a small, poor country today and I discovered oil, I’d keep my mouth shut about it. The American auto-culture is hungry for oil and when the beast starts getting starved, it’s going to look anywhere it can. We’ll slash and burn that rain forest ourselves in order to keep on motoring up and down the highway. Hey, don’t look at me … I’m just saying what’s true. We don’t control the beast; the beast controls us. We each get a nice, shiny steering wheel on our car, but it’s the car that’s doing the driving. Without oil we have no food, no jobs, no economy, no Walmart, no lattes, no after-school soccer, and we won’t be able to buy China’s cheap crap anymore and they’ll foreclose on all our loans faster than you can say “buffet is closed.” Does it ever occur to anyone that China is setting up a perfect casus belli for a future invasion of the United States? They’ve loaned us billions of dollars and we’ve spent it on buying more crap from China. We don’t produce anything except raw materials that they pay pennies for and then ship us back money at high interest to buy their overpriced, slave-labor produced crap. So when we run out of oil, our economy collapses, and we can’t buy their stuff, they’re going to call the loans due. A Chinese official will stand before the United Nations and ask for help in getting their money back. They’ll need to cede land and resources in order to appease our new Chinese overlords, and ultimately, we’re going to lose our country.

 

http://www.ens-newswire.com/ens/apr2007/2007-04-24-04.asp

McCain takes himself out of the running ...

… well, not really. I’m sure he’s still out there running for president. Yet here’s the deal … when the Senate came together recently to vote on the heavy-hitting Iraq war spending bill, the one that the president has promised to veto, John McCain decided it was safer to just not show up. He’s probably afraid to vote either for or against it, considering that the voting records of Obama and Hillary are being held against them. So it’s safer to just sit it out.

I don’t want a president who wasn’t courageous enough to stick his neck out and do the job he was elected to do. A senator’s voting record is the best prediction we can have on how good or bad a president they might be. It shows how they think, who they’re in bed with, and what causes they support. When they decline to participate in the democratic process and the governing of our nation, for which they are currently drawing a salary, then it shows a substantial lack of substance to them.

I’m flushing McCain down the toilet. If you can’t do your current job, then we can’t really consider promoting you to do a bigger one. And you probably shouldn’t be doing your current one either.

Harry Reid calls it like he sees it ...

I don’t know if he’s seeing the truth though. Is the war “lost”? Well, not particularly. It’s a typical scenario of mixed up expectations. The war was sold to America as keeping us “safe from terrorism” and then later as “bringing democracy to Iraq”. Under those contexts, the war is lost. We’re not any safer because American soldiers are in Iraq. It’s not even keeping terrorists out of Iraq. The whole “fight them there or fight them here” argument is complete and utter crap. Most of those guys can’t get here to cause any trouble, and the ones that have, well, we still wouldn’t know it until they walk out of their 7-11 job and go blow something up. As for bringing democracy … well, that’s laughable at best to anyone who has even the slightest bit of info about the situation. They got to vote in the last election, but as to who the candidates were and what actually got changed … it’s a complete mystery. Want to see democracy in action? Ask them to line up and decide whether or not the American soldiers should leave Iraq. And then actually do what the voters tell you. But we don’t have that kind of democracy here in the United States, so I don’t know what I’m trying to prove.

If the war was to kill Saddam, then we did. He was hanged and died hearing the laughter of his enemies. If the war was to gain control of the oil fields, then we’ve partially won. The oil is flowing, a little. Exxon-Mobile is doing great. If the war was meant to squander a generation of men and women and provide a form of retro-active birth control, the same as Napoleon did, then we’ve also succeeded.

So, Harry, it’s all a matter of how you look at it.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Prayer for Strength

Dear Lord, you alone know the useless, meaningless gestures upon which I have squandered my strength. I am not so young any longer and my physical ability, while not yet greatly diminished, is on the wane. Much of this is due to foolish living, carefree and unmindful of where all of our sources of energy come from, meaning you, my Lord and Savior. A great gift has been set before me, a task and a mission to be fulfilled. It is a stewardship I cannot set aside. I ask you now for strength, and I do it in writing because that, I feel, is my greater ability. Some things must be asked for in the best manner possible and I do so publicly, to acknowledge my request amongst my fellow believers.

Help me to be a good steward. Help me to be a good example for my children, neighbors, and all who come into contact with me. Help me to remember that as a Christian, people will watch me to see how I act and give me the strength to conduct my life, my business, and my speech in such a manner as glorifies you, my Lord and Savior. I have asked for this, have prayed for this, and now that my prayers have been answered I am afraid. I am afraid that I will fail. I am afraid that my own sloth and incompetence will do a disservice. I ask you for the strength to do your will because I am a weak man and I cannot do this without you. Where I lack knowledge, send me teachers. Where I lack patience, send me understanding. Where I lack respect, send me wisdom. Where I lack strength, send me inspiration. This is my prayer, oh Lord, and in the days to come I will ask again for these things without referring to these words, yet my need is not less.

Amen.

It's ours!

We signed and closed on the farm today. It’s ours! They moved out and left it in only slightly bit of a disarray. Some idiot drove through the yard and left big tracks, and then there’s cigarette butts all around the front door where one of the dozens of unwed mothers shacked up there liked to smoke. Assorted bits of trash on the inside and a dirty fridge, but I think we got off lucky. We move on Monday. Go team!

Two Weeks Worth of Photos

I've been really negligent on my "Walk-with-me-Wednesday" photo posts. I've taken a few pictures, but I haven't had the energy or will to post and discuss them. I'm getting back to normal now since the house situation seems to be smoothing out (thanks to what seems to be the primary smoother in society ... large sums of money). Here's a scattering of photos. Enjoy!


Flop-Eared Garden Bandit wondering where the produce is. At least there's SOME of my neighbors who will miss us when we move.


You can't tell from the photo, but these guys are about 20 yards from my back porch. They came down the front street, crossed between the houses and then headed back out into the nature preserve. The one on the right is a pregnant female. Look at how fat and swollen she is compared to her mate. About a week later, when the weather was warm and I had my window open late, I heard coyotes yipping out in the preserve. Maybe it was a happy new daddy proclaiming how proud he was to the world. I'll miss the coyotes here, and the next time I see them (as a chicken and goat owner) I won't be so happy to see them around.


Warning: Pollinator at work. Certainly there should be some sort of warning as the boys run barefoot about in the backyard last week when it was so beautiful and warm. I ended up with a sunburn!



The boys lounging in the dandelion field that my backyard has become. Some of them look happier about it than the others.


There's lot of work to be done around here in the spring. Best get to it!

Yep, lots of work, and Eli is busy too!

Me and the Babies

Tomato sprouts: “Yippee! We’re alive! We’re sprouting! Are you going to be our daddy?”

Me: “Yes, I am. Right now we’re trying to arrange for a good home for you where the deer won’t eat you and you won’t get run over by a lawnmower.”

Sprouts: “What’s a deer? And what’s a lawnmower?”

Me: “Hopefully you won’t have to find out. You just keep growing and let me worry about the rest.”

Sprouts: “There’s lots of fine root hairs and plant debris in this pot you have as our nursery. What is all this?”

Me: “That’s from one of last year’s tomato plants that didn’t survive.”

Sprouts: “!!!”

We have Brandywines!

From the seeds I put in pots to germinate on the 20th, we’ve got 19 little sprouts sticking up. They’re tiny and green and utterly insignificant in this world, but I’m very happy with them. I wish I’d kept track of how many seeds I actually put in the soil so we knew the germination rate. Apparently putting the pots in the hot, humid and jungle-smelling cabinet in the boy’s bathroom upstairs did the trick. So now my fragile little babies are coming out of the dark and into the light (cue Munchkins singing).

I want to plant these around the 20th of May. The last frost date is May 15th, so weather permitting, I’ll start hardening them off by then. I’ve got to put them into different pots once they sprout little leaves … the overcrowding is bad in their current nursery pot. But life is good for the tiny little tomato plants.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Rain Gone

The rain has gone. We’ve spent two years getting this yard “the way we like it” and I’m sure whoever comes in after us will think, “they really let this yard go.” Right now, however, the rain has gone and the rabbits are out in force feeding on clover and some other things. I’ve got some volunteer grape hyacinth that bloomed right smack dab in the middle of the yard, and when we (hopefully) move out in a few days I’m taking it with me. I’ll leave a small hole. Right now I can count no less than five small rabbits grazing on the rain-soaked clover out there. At least someone appreciates my hard work at “letting it go”.

A Gun-Owner's Worry

Alright, now that things are settlin’ down, I can spare some time to another topic. The shooting at Virginia Tech was a serious tragedy, but it was entirely avoidable. A few responsible gun-owners who had been allowed to carry their weapons on campus could have stopped this before the death count got that high. It has happened before … in Virginia even. Read up on the Appalachian School of Law shooting in 2002. Or the Luke Windham incident in 1997.

I think what most people are afraid of when it comes to legally carrying a gun is that some nut might get their hands on a weapon and start shooting people, or that there might be gunfire exchanged in public places. Well, that’s already happening.

Illinois doesn’t have a concealed carry program. They want us all unarmed in the city that, if no longer the murder capital of the U.S., then it’s still in the top five. What’s worse, you need to be registered with the local police to even OWN a gun. I guess they think it’ll make us easier to round up when they declare totalitarian rule has begun.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Brandywine Sprouts!

My brandywine tomato seeds are starting to sprout. Little white shoots are beginning to lift the soil after only 5 days. I moved them from the cold, dark basement and stashed them in the upstairs bathroom cabinet where it stays probably around 70 F. It’s either just their time or the warmer soil helped out a lot. When all the little shoots are up I’ll move them to a sunny spot.

I am really into growing heirloom plants this year. I want to be able to keep the seeds from year to year instead of having to rely on someone else, plus I think I would like to grow some rare and unusual garden veggies, possibly from a previous century. It would be sort of my way of continuance. I brought these heirloom seeds from a Tractor Supply store outside of Ft. Worth, Texas back last fall. Tomorrow I may try and jury-rig some sort of container for the other packets I got and start those as well. Plus some peppers would be good to get started. I want everything in the ground by the last two weeks in May. Time to get going!

Menu Planning

We want to get in the habit of buying more in bulk, as if a family of six isn’t already buying in bulk. To do this, I’m under the impression that we should probably plan out a menu for more than 2 days in advance. Formerly I’ve been the kind of cook who throws open the pantry door and sees what’s there before I decide what’s for dinner. Now I’d like to (gasp) be more prepared.

Any of you got any tips to share on planning out a family menu? How does it work in your household?

The Dream Neighborhood

 … I want to live in a small house in the country with only good neighbors to depend on. On the left I want Alton Brown (Food Network’s Good Eats), and on the right I want Jackie Clay (Backwoods Home Magazine know-it-all). I’ll be the needy neighbor who doesn’t know anything, but I promise to be a good student.

Herb Boy

I had to run to Home Depot (big box chain corporation crap store … bleh) today and pick up a mop bucket. While I was there I noticed they had tons of tomato plants and a dozen different herbs out for sale. I had to resist. Seriously, I don’t want to buy a bunch of plants that I then have to move (because it looks like we’re going to be moving to the farm next week, God willing) but boy they sure looked nice.

I did give in to the impulse to buy a little window thermometer because we don’t have one. It’s got a picture of a tree frog on it! You may not realize this about me, but I really like frogs.

The home thing seems to have worked itself out, but it’s going to be delayed until probably Monday or Tuesday. We’ll move the first part of next week and be there and ready for spring planting. That doesn’t give me much time to get everything going, but hopefully everything will work out.

Da Budget

I’m horrible at maintaining a budget. I’m horrible at keeping track of financial records. However, this is an important part of a fiscally secure adult life, and I can no longer be negligent in this matter. I must work harder!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A New Frontier

Hitch up the wagons, folks. This train is pulling out and headed west. Scientists have discovered an Earth-like planet out there.

Imagine: a place without real estate agents, mortage companies, and lawyers. It's only 20 light years away and we could be very, very happy there.

Where do I sign up?

Rollercoaster

So now the whole thing is almost completely off. We’re a hair from losing the whole shebang. The Veteran’s Administration can’t really come through unless I fork over an enormous amount of cash, which I can get but it’s another loan … a terrible way to begin. Then it all depends on a couple of other minor factors and MAYBE we’ll be able to move. We hope to know something more solid tomorrow, but it looks like it’s another sleepless night.

If it doesn’t work out, I know it’s God’s will, but that’s still hard. Very hard.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be

Hard to buy a house without being a borrower, but for a short time here it looked like everything was going to fall apart. Now it’s all coming back together and looks like we’re not only going to be able to buy this house, but be able to close on time. Maybe. Still holding our breath and saying our prayers here.

The deal has become a lot less favorable to me and my interests. We’re paying more in the immediate, but ultimately it means a pretty substantial savings over the course of the entire mortgage. So maybe God even watches out for us in the twisty, wicked, man-made waters of home mortgages.

We’re going to ride it out and when we sign the papers tomorrow and the following day we’re sleeping in our new home, my blood pressure will hopefully return to somewhere near a normal level.

Random Agricultural Thoughts

I’m supposed to be doing my expense reports and I’m fiddle-farting around. My mind is occupied by the upcoming move and my thoughts for the farm. I’ll share some of the more random ones:

1.       With ethanol promotion driving the current high prices of corn, we can expect the corporations to start suddenly promoting “grass-fed beef”, which will be healthier for us all in the long run. I suspect, however, that much of the weight of this grass-fed beef, will be corn husks and stalks and other “waste produce”.

2.       I want to grow herbs in small terra cotta pots. Since I’ll have the greenhouse eventually, I’ll use that space and grow some of the herbs for our own table and then sell some of the plants as well.

3.       A man in Indiana sells beehives. I drive to Indiana for work all the time … in the interest of saving time and (my own) money, next time I go I’ll see if I can’t pick up as many as will fit in the rental car.

4.       Podcasting is a great way for rural farm folk to keep in touch and learn. There’s a number of podcasts I love to listen to. Sometime soon I’ll post a list.

Monday, April 23, 2007

One of many reasons: Food Security

People often look at me as if I’m crazy when I talk about my plans to buy a farm and raise food and livestock. When I talk about self-sufficiency, I get the “why?” stare. If you practice this principle, then you know the look. It’s the “why spend an hour making strawberry jam when it only costs $2.75 at the store?” On the face of it, as a simply economic equation, I have no argument. It takes me an hour to make a half-dozen jars of jam. That’s roughly $18. The same hour of my time earns my corporate masters over $300 and me about $80 (depending on how hard I’m working). From the economic view, and that of our corporate overlords, it’s not really that wise for me to spend my time making jam. Except that I enjoy it. I would gladly pay to make that jam. However, there’s another principle here that is much harder to put in economic terms. Food security.

My “real” profession is that of a computer engineer. When Big Corporate Systems goes down and they’re losing millions per hour because their website is displaying 404 errors and nobody can buy their crap merchandise, they call my company. Wheels begin to turn, phone calls and emails are exchanged, and soon a phone call to Ernie is generated asking if I would mind hopping on a plane. Occasionally I do mind and I say yes, I’m not going to go. More often than not, I go. One of the better things about my company is that they realize that if I wasn’t entitled to say no, then I would ALWAYS be on a plane because something is ALWAYS broken somewhere. And that’s no sort of a life.

But ultimately, though it’s financially lucrative, this job does not put food on the table. Well, it sort of does, but only in a second or third-hand manner. Someone still has to go out into the field, plant some seeds, pull some weeds, and haul in the bushels of nutrient-rich veggies. The fact that I pay them for doing so diminishes me, not them. You see, when the electricity goes out, my job disappears like captured electrons on a computer monitor when you pull the plug. When the economy, propped up by China and megalomarts everywhere, finally goes tango uniform then nobody will be buying that crap merchandise anyway, which means they won’t be needing to pay me $300 an hour plus expenses to hop on a plane and come fix their server. And me and about a million other “information technology professionals” who have been lording it over the rest of the population are going to be up the proverbial creek without a paddle.

You see, they pay me large dollars because I can quickly grasp the nuances of extremely complex systems, be they a physical system like an inter-connected high availability array, or the dynamics of a political structure within a corporation that’s preventing a solution from being affected. That same ability can be applied to our current socio-political structure in America, and baby, I don’t like what I see. When the power goes off, and it’s going to, then I can’t eat those fat and juicy stock options. I can’t harvest those Visio flowcharts people show me. All of my computer skills vanish with the dead-dinosaur plants that produced the oil that ruined the economy that Jack built.

What will preserve my family is a strong knowledge of how to grow my own food. And if I can grow enough to sell and trade to others, then that’s a new economy that’s highly relevant to me. This is an education I’m giving myself and my sons. I’m teaching them to be self-sufficient men, which is something there’s not a whole lot of. If the bubble doesn’t burst in my lifetime, then it will surely burst in theirs and this move to a rural and self-sustaining lifestyle will be seen by them as highly visionary. Aside from the fact that I derive immense pleasure from green, growing things, I also have the confidence in knowing that I can grow some strawberries, make sugar from beets, and put them in a jar, or at worst, a clay pot. I can feed my family, which is something that Smuckers (it hasta be good) may not be able to do, or even care about once the bottom falls out. And THAT’S one of the many reasons we’re doing this.

 

Shadow America

There are shadowy corporate interests behind every government and social structure in the United States. They want every dollar you have and then they want your labor to generate more. They want your every thought to be one of consumption, buying their products and enriching them further. They want your children to grow up being even more malleable to their campaigns, and are willing to subvert every system in order to do this.

It's not a concentrated effort. It's not conspiracy where people meet in dark rooms and discuss global takeover. It's a more insidious approach. We have created an entity called a "corporation" and with it, an endless desire for money. Each year a corporation must return the highest level of growth possible, regardless of market saturation or the economic situation. A corporation exists only to extract money from the populace and it will do so without regard for society, religion, morality, environmental concerns, or public welfare.

In this environment, even good men will turn to bad. No good thing, done solely for love of money, will ever turn out well. Greed may be one of the seven deadly sins, but it is deadliest when practiced as a group.

Recently I saw a commercial where a man was stating that his company works hard to make sure his products are "the safest possible" for the environment. Smiling children playing on green lawns, the wind in trees, and puppies accompanied this advertisement. Yet this company makes some of the most toxic substances known to man, destroying lives, tainting home environments, and poisoning the world. It's in every squirt of cleaning supplies you use or spray out of a can. It makes me wonder what he meant by "the safest possible". Like a murderer explaining that he kills people in the "most humane matter possible".

Greed ruins lives. For many people, owning a small coffee shop or bookstore is a life's ambition. A small corner grocery or restaurant may be all someone else desires from this world. For the giant chains of bookstores, coffee shops, and "friendly neighborhood restaurants", it's not enough to simply make money and exist. They must also drive these small independents out of business. I've seen large chain restaurants that pull down more in a lunch hour than a small independent restaurant does in a week lower their prices in order to attract more people simply for the purpose of driving the independents out of an area. I've seen big box bookstores come in and take an entire corner of a thriving downtown district where independent bookstores already saturate the shopping area, for the sole purpose of driving out competition. Any local coffee shop that's thriving will suddenly find itself facing off against a new Starbucks. When you spend money at these places, you are feeding the corporate beast and helping to ruin people's dreams.

Corporate interests are selling off our land, our infrastructure, our government to outsourced agencies overseas. This corporate engine will not be content until the only jobs left here in the United States are in the service and entertainment industry. We'll need a few doctors, cashiers, waitresses, and people to unload the trucks, but for the most part cheap immigrant labor can do all that. The long view is never considered. What happens when nobody here has a job and there's no money to be spent in chain bookstores, Walmart, and Starbucks? What happens when there's no income left to tax and our bankrupt government can't sustain itself?

If governments and corporations won't take the long view, then it's up to you and me to do so. Consider the long view every single time you plunk down a dollar. Know where your money is going and what it's being used for. Starve out the corporate beast. It's the only way we can survive.

Hehe


Things are going well. We close on the new house on Wednesday. I've only got probably a day's worth of tasks to accomplish between now and then, and the weather is beautiful. I sat out in the sun so much on Saturday that I got a sunburn.
Yesterday was our 16th anniversary. I can't think of a nicer way to spend it than getting ready to move to this farm with my beautiful wife.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Sunshine!

The sun is shining, indeed, I have a sunburn from yesterday! The spring has sprung and we’re indeed enjoying the fruits of the season. Tulips are blooming out in the front yard. Dandelions cover the lawn. It could not be more beautiful this time of year.

The septic tank situation worked out for the moment, apparently, we’re waist-deep in boxes and enjoying some family time with my mother and sister who have come up from Houston (bearing fresh shrimp!). I’ve got tomato seeds I’m germinating in pots in an attempt to get a head start on the season. We are ready to roll here. In 4 more days we’re moving.

God bless you all.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Oh, Jackie, won't you be my neighbor?

If there’s a Jackie Clay fan club, I want to join it. If there isn’t, I want to start one. That woman can do EVERYTHING.

Poo Problem

So we’ve run into a little snag with the house. The septic tank field is not draining properly. Part of the problem is that it’s been raining a lot, and then I think the other part of the problem is those people in there now have about 14 people shacked up with them, stretching out the capacity of the system to sustainably remove. Either way, it’s a problem.

We’re asking that they pay to have the problem fixed, but that I oversee the work. I don’t want this done half-ass, nor do I want them to drain off the septic in some haphazard way into my future vegetable garden. Either way, it’s a minor problem and I’m not going to let it throw the deal. Six more days until we close. Can’t wait!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Virginia Tech

What a mess. While we watch and hear the pundits line up over the next few days to make political hay out of this nightmare, let’s try and keep in mind a few facts:

-Shooting people is already against the law. A NEW law won’t stop someone who wouldn’t obey an even stronger law.

-The police and school officials were warned and failed to act.

-This kid’s hate and anger had been building a long time and there were a lot of very clear warning signs that a lot of smart people picked up on and reported, but a complete disregard for anyone’s welfare (including his) led to what was essentially an armed, psychotic breakdown.

-Politicians who come out of the woodwork to flog their own personal campaign issues on this manner should be ran out of Virginia with their tails between their legs.

God bless the victims, all of them, and those who have yet to be victimized by this.

Conversation with the loan officer

Officer: “The paperwork looks good but you forgot to give me the address for your nearest living relative.”

Me: “It’s not really something I felt was your business.”

Officer: “We need it in order for the loan to go through.”

Me: “Alright then, but be forewarned that if me and my whole family get wiped out somehow and you can’t get your mortgage payment then I doubt they’ll be very sympathetic.”

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Farm boys

I’m in Ames, Iowa tonight, but so are about 5,000 convention-goers for the “Future Farmers of America”. My sympathies lie with the farmer to a large degree, and by proxy the future farmer. However since the only thing I could get was a cheap hotel 20 minutes away from where I need to be at 7am in the morning and it’s filled with teenage boys who think it’s cool to hoot and holler and run up and down the halls without chaperones at 11pm at night … my hope for the future agriculture here in America is not good. Especially if I kill a couple of them.

The FFA is comprised of mostly boys, though there seems to be a sprinkling of girls in the crowd. Boys who are stuck in America’s infantilization (I made that word up) of its youth. A calculated scheme has been put forward by many parties to keep them at a juvenile level far past the point where nature, their own physical size, and rampant testosterone has deemed it safe. In 8,000 years of previous civilization and across many cultures, these 16-18 year old boys would be considered men, either apprenticed to a master craftsman, carrying a sword and shield for an emperor, or starting a family of their own as a cottage freeholder. These were the frontiersmen of yesteryear. Now they’re really not much more than a public nuisance, like a bottle-fed steer that’s grown too large for its pen.

Corporate America wants to extend the juvenile state in order to milk more crap out of them. Xbox, car stereos, baggy pants, and Taco Bell aren’t quite in the budget when all your income is going to feed a new family or putting money aside for your future. And when you’re busy working on a farm or learning a profession then you’re not really willing to empty out your pockets and buy every new fad Corporate America tells you is cool. So they want to extend the juvenile state out as far as possible, in many cases out to the mid-twenties. It’s another case of what’s good for business not being what’s good for America.

The government wants to extend the juvenile state out as far as possible as well, and their reasons are a little less clear. Possibly they’re intending to create a juvenile and utterly dependent juvenile state composed of wage earners and taxpayers who can’t actually think for themselves and for whom self-reliance is a meaningless term. A giant hatchery of American youth where they aren’t even capable of taking care of themselves, their future offspring, or the day-to-day business of running a country … thus paving the way for an elite governing class. One can only speculate on the secret designs of government.

Whatever the reason, and the culprits and their purposes are many and legion, it’s hard to deny that the infantilization is occurring. It’s manifesting itself in a hopeless and despondent generation whose idols are Brittney Spears and Johnny Knoxville. Where their complete ease of survival has manifested in extreme sports in order to bring back the thrill of human existence. Where runaway consumerism and narcissism have combined to form a generation of throwaway lifestyles.

As the father of four boys, I must not only prepare them to face a future of government totalitarianism, environmental collapse, and a crumbled economy, but also prepare them to deal with these situations essentially on their own because I have no faith in their peers.

The Nation's Record

Five thousand years from now, people may record that a civilization stood here. It will depend upon what an industrialized society leaves behind, which we as humans know nothing about. As far as we can tell, we are the first such society to walk under the sun on this planet. Already we have denuded forests and ruined the soil in our rich farmlands. We have tainted the land with poisons. We have sickened nature wherever our hands have touched.

For humans to think they are outside of the natural order of things is simply hubris. If we continue, this hubris will rise to bite us. Massive civilizations have fallen when they failed to care for the land that sustained them. Will we be the next? History has taught us that food, that basic substance, is at the heart of all matters human.

H.C. Lowdermilk performed an essential survey prior to and during World War II. He analyzed the land from previous civilizations to see how they lived. I’ve copied a link to this report at the end. It’s good reading, and shows that, as always, our future is written in our past.

http://www.soilandhealth.org/01aglibrary/010119lowdermilk.usda/cls.html

 

Coyotes in Suburbia

When I wandered downstairs this morning I glanced out the front window and spotted a pair of coyotes happily trotting down the sidewalk in front of my neighbor’s house. I knew where they were headed and by the time I grabbed my camera I snapped a pic of one of them disappearing out of view by the mailbox. Then I ran around to the back and caught them traipsing through my yard, down the same path that all the neighborhood kids like to use, to get to the forest preserve behind the house. I snapped another couple of photos through the window and then at them standing at the edge looking back at me.

This must be a mated pair since coyotes only travel in small family groups. Right now she’s looking for food for the pups growing inside her. They’re after the rabbits that burrow in the mulch of the flower gardens or trash that hasn’t been secured tightly. They might even take the neighbor’s ridiculous little dog that they keep on a short chain staked up outside occasionally. It’s about 3 pounds (1 pound of hair) and barks incessantly. They think they’re doing something nice for it letting it be outside for some fresh air and sunshine, but in reality the little inbred monstrosity is probably scared out of its tiny little mind. And for good reason … the smell of coyotes is all over the place. But our dimwitted neighbors are too removed from nature to figure that out.

I love watching wild things, and the coyotes passing by have made my morning, but I suspect when I’m a chicken-owner I’ll feel less happy about their presence.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Auto repair for dummies

As part of my whole “self-sufficiency” drive, I’m determined to fix my broken down jeep by myself. When I turn the key in the ignition nothing happens. In fact I lose all power, almost as if there’s a short somewhere in the process. Four or five mechanics have failed to fix this problem, though they’ve replaced parts all along the way. If I can’t fix it myself, I may just push the jeep off a cliff somewhere.

Today I changed the battery and battery cables and located the solenoid and starter assembly. I’ll need different tools to actually remove those, but once they’ve been removed I can see if everything there is in working order. If so, I won’t need to buy a new starter/solenoid, but I can move on to the next likely suspect … the safety neutral switch. Apparently it’s designed to prevent the jeep from starting when not in neutral or park, but goes out so regularly that there are web pages devoted to just that little repair process. Both starter and neutral switch seem to run just under $200, so hopefully I’ll be able to figure out which one is crappy and fix it.

Over about 5 years the jeep slowly became inoperable. It started less and less frequently and became more unreliable. Now it won’t start at all. I’m assuming everything else in the engine is ok, but if I can just get this fixed then I can drive it to the farm instead of having to bear the indignity and cost of having it towed. Bleh.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Big Food Buys Your Children

Big Food is the term I use for everything from ConAgra to Monsanto to Taco Bell. For years now they've been heavily sponsoring schools, buying computers and soccer team uniforms and all sorts of educational programs. But at what cost? The payback is that they get their logos for processed junk in the eyes and attention of a generation. Isn't it hard for a parent to say no to that big bag of Oreos or pizza rolls in the grocery store when the child has seen those items and that logo day after day as an ardent supporter of their after-school programs and fun elements of school?

Some states are fighting back, notably Arizona. They have passed more restrictive laws than the current Federal packages, further limiting what Big Food is able to do in terms of marketing to school-age children. Harsher labeling laws and even fines have been imposed in some states. Big Food's current strategy is to lobby to get a bill passed that will prevent a state from passing any bill more restrictive than the Federal law, therefore protecting us from "nanny state legislature" that won't do Big Food's bidding.

Parents, the responsibility is ours. It's you and me who has the control over what our children (and we ourselves) ingest. Despite the laws and all the propaganda, we're the ones who plunk down our hard-earned cash at the checkout counter. We controlled what went into the shopping cart.

We shape our children's views on food. We can't shirk that duty. Our bodies are God's temples, and the health of our children is a stewardship that we cannot lay aside. Fight Big Food with the wisdom of Solomon and the courage of Joshua. The battlefield is the supermarket ... and every processed item that doesn't go into your cart is a moral victory and ultimately weakens the great beast that American Corporate Agriculture has become. Noisily proclaim your victories at the checkout counter for all to hear. We shall overcome.

Imus is an idiot ... so what's new?

Imus has gotten himself in trouble for some "racist" comment. Essentially his comment was a throwaway one that was insulting, but I don't know that it was particularly racist. However Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson proclaimed that it was and so the entire issue of racism has now reared its ugly head. Sponsors are pulling out. People are carrying signs. Talk shows are discussing the issue to death. MSNBC is now about to pull the plug on the guy.

Look, people. These talk shows demean who they talk about, they demean the speaker, and they demean the audience. There's so much we could be talking about instead of this crap that every breath spent babbling inane, profane, and inhumane garbage is a real sin.

So let's resign all these mindless chatterers such as Stern and Imus to the garbage heap and listen to NPR, or Christian radio, or let's turn the damn things off and listen to the birds and the rustling of leaves. Or each other.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Hartford, Wisconsin


Hartford, Wisconsin always reminds me of the the "Red Green Show", a Canadian comedy that sometimes airs on PBS. The town is very small and contains only a small amount of business. Most of the bars and restaurants are local and the people are so typical Wisconsin. It's a good place to visit from time to time. This picture is of "Pike Lake House Inn" where I have dinner when I'm here. I sit at the bar alone and pretend to read my book while I watch the people come in. All locals interacting with each other. They have great food too. You pretty much can take the night's special, or they'll fix you a hamburger. I always go with the special and I'm never disappointed.
Right now, however, it's 3am in my motel room where I've woken with a nose bleed. The maid is going to think I sacrificed a lamb on the pillow. It's my own fault though. The heater has two settings: hot-enough-to-make-jerky, and off. And up here, even when the weather is nice it's cold. So when I fell asleep I had the heater going full blast like a convection oven, drying out the ol' sinuses and fully dehydrating me for storage.
There's a goat farm near where I'm working. I could see the goats running around in the pasture. I want to stop by and purchase a couple. Do you think Avis will mind if I bring them home in the rental car?
It's about 15 days until we close on our new house and can move out to the farm. I'm on pins and needles waiting. Everything is going smooth and our loan officer assures me there will be no problems. That hasn't been my experience in every other home we've purchased before. Back at the homestead, Kat has everything pulled off the walls and off of the shelves. Stacks of cardboard boxes are beginning to pile up in the corners, reminding me that moving day is soon. For almost half this month I'm going to be gone and she's doing all the work herself. Superwoman. I'm lucky to have her.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Idea for Cold Frame


I'm working on a plan to create a cold frame against the side of the barn. Ideally I could also use rotting manure and make a classic hot frame out of it, but I'm behind the curve on how to do that. More research required!
Here's my idea so far.

Happy Easter!

Don’t have anything clever to say today. But it’s Easter and that’s a day we should celebrate. God bless you all.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

It should be considered inhumane to lock six grown men into a 14x12 conference room for 4 hours after a lunch consisting of nothing but chili, beans, and bread.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

God's Gift

After Adam and Eve had eaten of the apple, God cast them from the garden and set an angel at the entrance to keep man from ever getting back in. And then God told Eve that she and her daughters would always have pain in delivering babies and told Adam that, because of his sin, he and his sons would have to wrest their living from the soil. Adam and Eve set forth from the garden and began to journey into that harsh world of child-bearing and farming and God looked upon them with his infinite compassion and said, “even as I curse you, I will bless you, for some of your daughters will find joy and satisfaction in having children and some of your sons will enjoy farming.”

The Glamourous Life of a Traveler

I’m sitting in my hotel room listening to the hum of the cheap fluorescent lights while eating mediocre Chinese food and reading Grapes of Wrath. It’s raining outside but it makes no matter; I have nowhere to go anyway.

Monday, April 02, 2007

A Step Back in Time

Doing some house hunting will really awaken you to how much times have changed. Old houses versus new houses here:

Old houses have big kitchens and small closets. People actually COOKED and didn’t collect an enormous amount of redundant clothing and miscellaneous junk. New houses have tiny kitchens where people reheat food. A typical master bedroom closet in a new home is the size of a spare bedroom in an old home.

Luxurious porches under venerable shade trees. Tire swings hanging from thick limbs. Foyers to welcome guests. You can find all of those in old homes. In new homes you have large TV rooms, trees are few to none, and there’s a built-in alarm system. Old houses have big fireplaces and no garage. New homes have decorative fireplaces (if any at all) and 3-4 car garages.

While I was following the home inspector around this past weekend, I came to the realization that 90% of my hobbies, interests, and desires could be done in a two room log cabin with no electricity. What happens when that last 10% goes?

One should never speak revolution in public forums.


Listlessly roaming the streets of Ann Arbor, Michigan, I picked up a couple of books from a sidewalk vendor. Two Steinbeck novels (East of Eden and The Grapes of Wrath) and a copy of "The Prophet" by a guy whose name I can neither spell nor pronounce. Across the street was a bookstore called "Shaman Drum Bookshop" and so I went in to see what there was to see. I didn't find any more books to buy, but an author was just about to start talking.
Ho hum. Another actor turned activist, and this time it's Mike Farrell who played "B.J. Hunnicutt" on M.A.S.H. years ago. But I stayed to listen and I was fairly impressed with the guy. For a guy who I hadn't heard of in years and frankly, I had assumed he was dead, he's looking well and speaking in a very well-informed fashion. He's been involved in a LOT of charities, movements, and political activism and at least some of it I agree with. Really, a lot of what he was saying, when he wasn't answering inane questions about M.A.S.H., was really interesting. I think this is a guy I'd like to have coffee with and engage in a real dialogue. He seemed to lack a lot of the ego you find in entertainers, and it seemed as if his activism wasn't the same as what you see in a lot of actors ... just another way to get media attention when your agent can't find a good booking. He seemed to have a genuine passion for improving the world. I won't say I agreed with everything he said, but I think his heart is in the right place. I'm going to see if the library doesn't have a copy of his book.
Being Ernie, I asked a question towards the end. "Having seen all you've seen in the jungles of Africa and Latin America, and in our own government today, do you personally ever feel as if you'll reach the point where activism, simply speaking out against things, isn't going to be enough?"
He looked a bit shocked but recovered quickly. He said that what I'm speaking about is revolution and he's against violent revolution. The rest of what he said was kind of confusing, waffling back and forth between "something should be done" but "he's against violence".
I didn't continue the dialogue. It's not the right place. But maybe this blog is. Mike is right -- something should be done. I think we may eventually reach a point where non-violence is not enough, however. Simply raising our voices and saying, "That's not fair!" may not accomplish anything more. Martin Luther King Jr, one of my personal heroes, believed in non-violence but a lot of people got clubbed, imprisoned, and killed before that policy had any effect. Gandhi believed in non-violence as well. Both of those great men saw their non-violence policies work because they were essentially dealing with a minority of evil people and the media was able to get news of what was happening out to the good people.
Ask the Tutsi in Rwanda if they believe in non-violence. Ask any surviving Auschwitz prisoner. When the cameras aren't rolling, the clubs fall on the innocents. I think we've reached a point where the majority of people in this world will only make a move towards stopping evil so long as it doesn't inconvenience them. "Who do I make this check out to?" "The government should do something about this!" "That's just wrong!" At the end of the day, that doesn't make the problem go away.
For awhile, Horatius stood alone at the bridge. A thousand good men watched Daniel be cast into the lion's den. Did God put me here to watch his great works be undone? Or am I put here to make a stand of my life?
These are the things I struggle with in a hotel room so far away from home.

Beautiful People

Ann Arbor is filled with beautiful, politically aware people. Except for maybe the roomful of people I’m teaching this week. They resemble the cast from the original The Hills Have Eyes.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

I'm in Ann Arbor for a short bit this week teaching a class. Yes, as weird as it might seem, some people pay big money to hear me speak. It's supposed to be a lecture covering high-availability systems, but I think I'll sneak in some politics, some religion, and a little bit of social justice. It always pays to have a varied agenda.

It's such a good time in our life right now, though stressful. I feel incredibly blessed. The home purchase is cooking right along with the lender, no obstacles so far. Work is in its usual state of here and there, neither too busy for me to handle nor too light for me to feel like I have job security. We're starting to get warmer weather too and all the plants and trees are coming into bloom. Life is returning to the land, God's promise to us all.

What do I like to do when I'm home? All sorts of things. Lately my attention has been tied up with research and househunting, but there's still plenty of other activities. We had some sunshine a few days ago and we all got out and played around in it. Here is Kat, the love of my life, posing for a glamour shot. She is incredibly beautiful, yet she doesn't know it and refuses to ever take a serious photo. I've snapped maybe three photos in our entire life together where she wasn't making a silly face at me or hiding behind her hands. Maybe that's part of her beauty too. She's a good and beautiful woman, who is following me out to live on a farm and raise our children amongst the apple trees and goats. She supports my dreams, even though they'll bring in (at best) a fifth of our current income. She's frugal, practical, and wise and I'm lucky to have her.

The other photo is me and the baby, who has taken to sunshine and green grass like no baby I've ever seen. The other kids would shrivel up like slugs under a salt shaker when you took them out into sunshine. If you tried to put them in grass they'd cry like they had wild dogs trying to eat them. Not little Eli. He sat down in it and happily took to crawling around to look at stuff. He's the short little guy in the red suit. I'm the bigger one, but we both apparently share the same hairline.