Just finished up Farm City by Novella Carpenter. A refreshing book on urban farming that didn’t have the usual holier than thou horseshit that seems to permeate the prose of every fucking new foodie writer who sticks their head up out of the lettuce (excuse me, arugula) patch.
Am into books on dryland irrigation and rainwater storage, beekeeping, water stone sharpening and wood working right now. Doesn’t make for rippingly exciting reading unless you’re into any of those things. Oh yeah, economics as well. Essays in Persuasion by Keynes. It’s a little dry but at the same time fascinating stuff.
Just went to the San Diego Beekeeper’s monthly meeting and got all abuzz about bees, but I don’t think I’ll bee able to get Lee to sign off on a hive up on our roof. Enough bee bullshit talk. Norton (our little terrier) was allergic to bees and we’ve just finished a 6 month desensitization ending in a 10-bee sting with no ill effects, but that hasn’t been enough to convince her it’s safe to have a hive in the yard. Fuck.
I’ve still got to dig a huge fucking hole in the backyard for my cistern 5′ wide x 6′ deep by 20′ long, and no room to get a backhoe in. Just as well, I have a general dislike for machines. Wilfred Thesiger told me years ago that the downfall of civilization was the internal combustion engine, (or as I think Ed Abbey called it, the infernal combustion engine) and that seems to be a good general rule as long as you can make reasonable exceptions. So that’s got to be done before the rains arrive around Thanksgiving.
Would love to build a kick-ass little workshop in the backyard with hand tools, but it’s got to leave me enough space for a few chickens and whatever other bullshit I come up with; a fertile mind means you have to figure out the space to implement all your ideas. A blessing and a curse, especially with a 3,000 sq ft lot, of which 1,500 sq ft is house/garage.
What else…work is going well, not a lot of room to make more money, but plenty of room to make a difference and that’s enough to keep me there another year or so at least. The program they have right now seems to have been designed by a troglodyte. “Unghh, huh, hoh, beat ’em till they learn.” I mean, good stuff when they’re brand new but we’re supposed to be the training part of the pipeline, not selection. Petty bullshit.
Lee & I are heading down to Chile (Torres del Paine) for a 10 day trek in December, so she’s getting fired up about that. In the meantime we’re going to expand the ATM business into a few more machines as we need the write-off before the end of 2010, so while it’s a short term money-stretch it’ll end up being good sometime next year.
Saw a few fish swimming around our little docks today at work so aim to bring in a rod and see if I can pull some o’ dem suckers in for the grill. Lots of shit to do, lots of shit going on, maintaining an even strain (Wally Schirra, I think.) Now that’s a hell of a book, “The Right Stuff.” You probably read it a thousand years ago. Also, don’t know if you’ve read “Trout Bum” by John Gierach, but I’ve always liked it; good enough to re-read about once a year. Speaking of good re-reads, I just saw Mencken’s “Happy Days”, his wit is sharp enough that it needs little whetting to re-enjoy yearly.
That’s all the stale garbage I’ve got for now. Off to bed, have a long and late dive tomorrow night.