Monthly Archives: March 2010

I’m a religious person, a Christian to be specific. I’m not a Bible-thumping Baptist or a sacrament seeking Catholic, but I believe in the Bible as a holy text and Jesus Christ as my God.

I don’t pray as much as I’d like to, and think I need to read the book that I try to live by more often. I believe that everything that is good in my life is a gift from God, and even some of the trials and tribulations come from him.

All that to try and explain my commitment to sustainable agriculture, and more broadly, an attraction to conservationism. The Earth isn’t ours. It’s a gift that was entrusted to us, and we have done an absolutely horrendous job caring for it. We destroy the landscape with little regard for the impact it will have, we mutate the animals so they are no longer animals, but biological machines.

I try to do my part to avoid participating in this culture of abuse. I drive as little as possible, I try to buy responsibly, and I attempt to be informed. It doesn’t always work, but I feel better knowing that at least I’m making an attempt.

That is why I’m going to be renting a small slice of land (30 ft square) to do some gardening this summer. I know, this doesn’t tie into the broader view of treating the land as an organism, but at least I’ll know what went into my vegetables and the ground in which they were raised. I’m excited and a little intimidated by this project. I’ve always helped my dad and mom with their garden, but this will be my first. I plan some simple crops: tomatoes, potatoes, snap beans, lima beans, beets, greens, sweet corn and herbs. I figure some of that will have to translate into edible food. I’ll keep you updated on how this goes, pictures and all.

I have to add that this isn’t my idea. I was inspired by Patrick Yeagle. Hopefully he’ll start blogging about his garden and we can compare note, or maybe he could be a guest blogger here, we’ll see. If anyone else is doing something similar, let me know in the comments section.

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So use all that is called Fortune. Most men gamble with her, and gain all, and lose all, as her wheel rolls. But do thou leave as unlawful these winnings, and deal with Cause and Effect, the chancellors of God. In the Will work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of Chance, and shalt sit hereafter out of fear from her rotations. A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I want to be able to do everything. I don’t know if that is a case of attention deficit. It might be. If there is a deficit in my attention, can I correct it by raising taxes on other brain functions?

But I want to be able to grow my own food, I want to be able to knit myself a sweater, I want to be able to distill my own whiskey and I want to be able to build my own house.

This desire to be self-reliant comes for several sources. The first is family. My father and his father are/were both very do-it-yourselfers. My grandfather more so, but still, I’d see something get broken in the house and my dad would fix it. The majority of his Saturdays are spent on projects around the house: turning a small room into a walk-in closet, painting the entire upstairs, hanging dry wall are just some of his recent projects.

Then there’s my mom. She uses her share of canned veggies and other processed food, but she also makes granola and cinnamon rolls. She makes great rolls from scratch, and her homemade apple pie is my favorite desert, bar none.

So I’ve been steeped in a sense of self-reliance for a while.

And being able to do more things myself just seems like a good idea. I like people, but if I can change my oil, then why pay someone to do it? They might not always be there, I will. I wish more people would follow suit. I’m not saying everyone should start homesteads. But what’s wrong with more people growing their own food, or mending their own jeans? When we are responsible for things like that, we realize how much work goes into modern life. Hopeful, we also realize that the prices at Wal-Mart and other box stores are artificially depressed, only to be passed on to others further down the food chain.

I don’t like mascots. There is something inherently disturbing about them. Ultimately, I think it is the lack of eye contact. To me, mascots are just like that weird uncle everyone has. When you’re young, they are cool, suave and funny. They are people that make you laugh and you are always happy to see them. They gave you their attention while the rest of the family denied your existence. But there is a line in the sand that everyone eventually crosses. Once you step over it, your vision of your uncle changes. You realize that his actions aren’t funny, or fun, they are just creepy. The reason he was always interested in you … and I just realized my fly is down. Is there any way to correct this situation without drawing attention to my crotch? I don’t really thing so. oh well … was because they were a bit perverted. Luckily, you noticed it, especially in the eyes, and could adjust accordingly.

You can’t do that with mascots. Who knows where they are looking. Plus they are always invading your personal space, hugging you. And it’s like, do I know you? Did I say you could hug me? No. Back up before I knock that phony head off of you. I’ll punch a mascot and feel good about it.