Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Dreams that might be real

I dreamt about her last night. More details than the dream realm has ever yielded up.
There is a housing tract development between the city of Central Point and Seven Oaks farm on Hwy. 99/Blackwell Road. Out front is a white fence split rail style but probably not actually rail. I dreamt her house was a block or two into that development. I caught a glimpse of the white plaster walls of her house. She had two cats and needed some advice on some computer software. The dream got a little fuzzy but I think she was looking for some kind of audio/visual eye-candy software. I pointed out Bomb to her which is a very fun little package for music visualization.

I'm always left puzzled by dreams like this. There's really no way to use this sort of information. I'm not about to go cruising that neighborhood looking for something familiar. What would I do or say? A total stranger acting on the impulse of a dream has no explanation. Well, at least I get the sensation that she's a real person and the universe isn't all out of whack. I'm a big believer in complimentary opposites as described by the Tao so I figure if I'm alive she must be too.

Today is another welding day. Hopefully not too much lifting as my back is still aching from yesterday. Rain is supposed to hold off until afternoon.
Have a great day!

Monday, January 30, 2006

Crazy with the rain

Another pourin' down day. Check out the nexrad image here to see exactly what's happening at my abode.
My usual assorted aches and pains this morning but no interesting dreams to report last night.
Today will be another day of welding and work at my brother's shop. Maybe do some seed sprouting action and some seed catalog orders too.
Hope your day is sweet and wonderful.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Just back from the welding shop

And boy are my arms tired. Helped dad and bro move some cement board inside out of the weather.
Dad and I finished putting the super blackberry shredder 3000 together. It's his design and when we got it home and tested it on the blackberries in the vineyard it ran; Flying Colors! A wonderful rainbow of shredded purple, red and green blackberry vines flying in the air. Would've done more but have to go get safety goggles!
The pulled muscle in my side (or pinched nerve in my back, I'm not sure which) has been bugging me again today. After near a week without any pain. Gettin' old Guy. It's weird 'cause it goes away almost completely when I'm standing, walking or working. Praying for better geriatrics!
Hope your day is full of love and light.

A welding we will go on a rainy day

No dreams to report last night. 9.5 hours of blissful recovery.
It is just Rai-ainin! Pour'n down even.
Spending time welding at my brother's shop. I freakin' love that wire-feed even if it is taking quite a bit of getting used to. Here's a picture of the box scraper I welded on yesterday:

The shiny grey/black streak is my weld. Glad that image is a little blurry or you'd be able to see how poorly I did. But it will hold.
Best wishes for your day! Happiness: pass it on.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Friday farming

But not really Farming per-se. Got a late start but been pretty busy so far.
1st last nights dreams: I dreamt I was pulling a log splitter with a little blue car I used to own. The log splitter came loose at one point and skidded off the road. As I was getting it hooked back to the car a fella came to the barbwire fence between the road and his pasture and started talking to me. He pointed out the giant sloths he was raising. They were like 30 foot tall and they walked besides the road and down to a beach where some others were already walking in the surf. Freaky! Dreams like that always leave me feeling a little depressed the next day. Especially when my wisdom teeth are bugging me.
So today dad and I hauled a cement mixer and a blackberry shredder that we're working on over to my brothers shop. Things weren't going well for the bro. Some dumb broad in Rogue River named Julie Birch or something like that has been calling in complaints about his horses. That they are underfed. What a laugh! His animals eat as well as I do. He does have one old horse about 35 years old that always looks skinny but it's well fed. So his whole day yesterday was shot down by this one dumb broad sticking her nose where it didn't belong. And now he has to spend like 300$ to have a vet come out and check just so the state animal control dude can tell that lady to take a hike. What ever happened to "innocent until proven guilty" ? Here my brother has to pay to defend himself from some driveby veterinarian who hasn't the foggiest what she's talking about.
End of rant I'm sure you can relate.
Well, a few more minutes for lunch and then we'll be back to the welding shop.
Hope whatever you're "farming" today goes wonderful and fine. Enjoy your time on this good green earth.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006


Acemetrical a mind after my own thoughts. This dude has some common sense and states the case better than I could though. It's ridiculous to have a system that is so account sloppy.

Post lunch weirdness

Was out pruning in the apples and the neighbor who lives to the west of us popped up in the driveway. He was kinda jumpy lookin' and kept talking in a really low whisper. I've been driving on tractors too long without ear protection so I couldn't make out a word he was saying. Apparently he needed to use my cell-phone. He wanted to use mom and dad's land line but with them gone their house was locked. He was very distrustful of my cell phone. That dude really sort of creaped me out probably because I was in such a pleasant state when he interrupted me. Plus he keeps bringing his big black dog "chewy" over and that really torks Sparky.
Mom and dad are off on an appointment for their medicine coverage. Being alone here makes it even creapier. Good thing I was packin'
Hope your day is smooth and mellow.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Sore muscles good work day

Oh delightful winter sun! Spent a good couple hours pruning today. Ran errands in Rogue River. Helped dad a little as he put together a new spray rig for spraying the trees with dormant treatment. Also mixed up potting soil and pittered around the small greenhouse. Ground still too wet to put up the big greenhouse.
Rain supposed to show up tomorrow night. Ug, yay! Will try to get back on plant tissue culture if that lasts any length of time. Just gotta assemble things for a sterile wash then I can pressure cook a batch and pour plates and some small jars. Going to try shoot proliferation with dahlias and begonias and african violets. Can always get roots later.
Hope the next few moments of your life are full of cheer and joy.

Monday, January 23, 2006


hollywood is a full on whigger but has some great daily quotes. Thanks for the thinks hollywood.

Romance blast

Just caught myself listening to Captain and Tenille "Do that to me one more time" Wow does that take me back.
1980 I was like a freshman or something. The world was a wide open adventure just waiting to be lived and I was sure I was the smartest person on the planet. Feh! but at least I wasn't a totally cold fish, that song brings back some fine and tastey bittwersweet memories. My highschool was blessed by some fine babes and despite what I thought I wasn't smart enough to really appreciate them. Here's a tip of the figurative beer glass to those ladies.

Super lovely work day.

What a great day to be working under the open sky of southern Oregon! In this image are a couple of my unpruned apple trees, the massive Fielder Mountain, part of the vineyard and a superlative mid-winter sky.

This has been a great work day for killing blackberries, hauling off junk and other odious tasks. Unfortunately it's not a burn day or I could burn up some pruning waste and blackberry vines.
Notice the delightful little cloud keeping guard over winter on Mt. Fielder. Days this lovely make me wonder where she is and what she's doing. Is she enjoying the wonderful sky? I certainly hope so.
You have a great day.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Things that may have happened in the mid-pacific

Taking a walk in the cold before twilight the last pale light of the day shining on the hill across the valley.
Sparky was looking for jets.
I got an intimation of a sci-fi story. 4 or 6 years ago I can't remember exactly when, the Apple Corporation lost a shipment of several boxcars full of their Macintosh computer's CPU. They fell overboard in heavy storm weather.
This is like hundreds of thousands of processors. This adversely affected Apple stocks.
Though I don't know where in the pacific this event transpired my mind pictured the boxcars falling through deep water. Eventually any air trapped in the packaging would reach crush pressures. Perhaps the boxcars broke open as they fell.
Beneath them there was an extent of active volcanic vents, the so-called "black smokers" of the ring of fire. The CPUs blown free of the boxcars by currents would drift down like plastic wrapped black snowflakes. Surrounding most black smokers are thriving communities of diverse organisms adapted to the darkness, heat and pressure as well as the intense chemistries.
How would thousands of advanced late 20th century technological devices interact with such a dynamic environment? Water temperature ranging from hot enough in some places to melt away any plastic to cold enough to freeze methane. Highly acidic sulfur chemistries mixing with the chloride chemistries of deep ocean water sucked into the vent system. Even in the cold regions the saline environment would work on the tiny connection points intended to attach to motherboards. Near the vents tens of thousands of chips and their plastic wrappers would melt and congeal as they were sucked into plume of superheated water. Streamers of polymer and doped silicon would drape the rising stone columns that were the throats of the black smoker communities.
In one place a boxcar still half full crashed into a stone pillar, bursting open a spewing vent and partially crushing a colony of tube worms. One end of the box car was quickly eaten away by the vicious hot acidic vent water. Chips and polymers formed a viscous pool beneath and within the canted boxcar.
Over the years the copper and aluminum contacts of the chips near the metal rich sulfide plume reacted to produce spurious currents that would partially charge buffer memory or activate a pipeline. Metal deposited on the most negative contacts and slowly ate away from the most positive ones. Some chips were compromised by saline others destroyed by heat. But what about the tens upon tens of thousands still left, tucked into every nook and cranny of this tiny biome? Bits of code and circuitry designed by evolutionary algorhythms and optimization theory. Flickering briefly into activity. Gigabyte after gigabyte of cache memory being read and written by the charges migrating through salinated mats of bacteria. Crystals of metal and metal sulfide slowly growing through films of polyethylene. Nearly pure silicon partially dissolving, entering the food chain and metabolism of a rapidly evolving ecology.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Freaky Fog

Here I am activating my Quantum Modulator. It's sort of like a garage door opener for alternate universes.

Notice the trippy fog on the ridge line.
It hung there in the trees all day.
Things could be seen indistinctly
Things within the fog
Things that moved and seemed to
take on shape. Shapes with spikes
and horns and armor woven of barbwire.
Good thing I had my
Quantum Modulator

Mike's Thoughts in a Delirious State of Mind.: Hillary .. What have you gone and done now? Are you sleeping with the enemy? (Pro-Regime Iranians)

Mike's Thoughts in a Delirious State of Mind.: Hillary .. What have you gone and done now? Are you sleeping with the enemy? (Pro-Regime Iranians)
I don't know Mike? More disturbing news. And to think I used to like Hillary, she made such good french toast; who'd have thunk she was making breakfast for the enemy?

Steve Winwood Rocks my Day

Just heard it on the radio. So delighted I had to quick post something. The lyrics:
While You See a Chance - Steve Winwood

Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be
Alone in a cold day dawning
Are you still free? Can you be?

When some cold tomorrow finds you
When some sad old dream reminds you
How the endless road unwinds you

While you see a chance take it
Find romance fake it
Because it's all on you

Don't you know by now
No one gives you anything
Don't you wonder how you keep on moving
One more day your way, go your way

When there's no one left to leave you
Even you don't quite believe you
That's when nothing can deceive you

While you see a chance take it
Find romance fake it
Because it's all on you

Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be
Alone in a cold day dawning
Are you still free? Can you be?

And that old gray wind is blowing
And there's nothing left worth knowing
And it's time you should be going

While you see a chance take it
Find romance fake it
Because it's all on you

While you see a chance take it
Find romance
While you see a chance take it
Find romance
While you see a chance take it
Find romance
While you see a chance take it
Find romance
While you see a chance take it
Find romance....

Friday, January 20, 2006

Evolution Vs. Intelligent Design

Science without religion is lame,
religion without science is blind.

Albert Einstein, "Science, Philosophy and Religion: a Symposium", 1941
Thanks EB


Wonderful thought provoking poetry.


X versus U has a delightful story of snow innocence. He doesn't know that he does lives in a book.

Why we can't figure out our government

The Congressional Millionaires Club an article by Charles Sullivan explains quite succinctly why everyone else in America is out of touch with the actions of those sent to "govern" us. It doesn't matter whether you're liberal or conservative, your representation is already owned by some third party special interest or else just the financial interests of those we've voted in.

Fun with George

Jabberwacky is a fun little chatbot that learns while you chat.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Recycling we will go

Here's the ton (literally) of stuff we hauled to the steel recyclers today.

Once upon a time in America

This article saddens me but it is good to see someone reflect upon it. Whatever happened to our common sense?
Once upon a time in America


It's chilly.
Today we'll finish loading the steel to take to the recyclers. This'll be our third trip. Probably spend the rest of the day on pruning and clean-up. If the weather holds through the weekend we'll finally get the big air-supported greenhouse up.
Slept really well last night for once except for a few stupid dreams this morning about getting caught in a flood (guess what caused that) so maybe today will be a good day.
To my lady: wherever, whoever you are; may the butterflies bring you happiness kisses.
to the rest of you: have a wonderful moment.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Patient's Progress

Patient's Progress
I don't know why but I can somehow relate to this fella.

Spirits on the wind

The clouds are moving with that eye-catching glamour.
The funeral was an emotionally intense experience. I sometimes forget how empathic I can be. It was impressive how many people showed up to see the old soldier off. Had a 15 gun salute and everything. I was fortunate to overhear several of our soldiers sharing an exchange "Courage, honour and duty" were the only words I caught but it struck home. My eyes should be clear by tomorrow.
Wishing peace and well being to you.

The Rogue runs high again

Heavy rain yesterday and last night have swollen the Rogue again. We always measure it by how far it can be seen across the neighbors roof. I don't think it's quite to flood stage but I'm sure the RVers are getting nervous if they haven't already bugged out.
Now reading the third book in Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" series. "The Dragon Reborn" pretty good stuff.
Going to Byron's funeral at 11 today. Hope the rain holds off for at least part of that. Have to see the old boy off; another person who was a better friend than I appreciated. Really wish he could have made it to one more corn season.
Terrible night last night. Pains from my back, pinched nerve, pulled muscles and wisdom teeth kept me up from 2:30 to 5:00 and when I did drift back into slumber weird dreams awaited me.
I hope your day is far finer and resplendant!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Cessation of Condensation

Just a light sprinkle blowing through now and again.
Spent a little of this afternoon with Blind Gregory. Mostly bulls**ting about events and circumstance. Stories about banking snafus and trouble we used to get into when we were young. I've only known Greg for about 3-4 years but it's pretty funny all the stupid stuff we share in common from our youth. His woodshop is coming together quite nicely.
This weather really makes me miss my lady. I wonder where she is today, what she's up to? Hope life is treating her well; if she's really my mirror then she deserves it more than I do.
Mhmmm, barley and beef vegetable soup for dinner. Filling and delightful.
Enjoy yourself or no one else will.

One day on one day off

Well I'm not really off today, but it is raining really hard again. Yesterday was busy, I got a lot of grapes and apples pruned and a bunch more blackberries hacked out of the grapes.

Today Dad and I went and got vermiculite and perlite from the Grange Coop for making our sprouting mixes and potting soil. Already have the sphagnum moss and steer manure.

Sad news again, a good friend of the family, Byron Cummings passed away. Will be attending his service tomorrow and am having that weird feeling of dread and detachment that always comes with any event that involves more than a few people. I'm not really phobic, just heavily unnerved. My best wishes to Byron's family.

And a happy and wonderful day to you, whoever you are.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Whoa! is me...

Man-oh-man! was I ever a slacker today. Just reading some stuff by James Burke. His "Connections" book. Also working through the second book in the wheel of time series. "The Great Hunt."
The only real activity today was a little blackberry chopping and I did move the parts for my plant tissue culture project around. Have everything together and the first batch of chemicals measured out but still need to sterilize my containers and prep the clean room. Going to do 2 batches: 1) with the chems and PPT but no pressure cooking and 2) the same but pressure cooked to sterilize. Testing the efficacy of my PPT, it's a little old.
Dad got the first 300 tomato sprouts going and many, many onion seeds planted. Oh yeah, we also spent a little time cleaning up in the small greenhouse and prepping the 'mums for growth prior to rooting.
Mom's making pizza tonight. Wish my lady was here to share.
Have a great day, whoever you are.

Friday, January 13, 2006

my evil reading

If you want to see how evil you are go here

Rain on the farm

Ho-hum day above the mighty Rogue River. Went to Blind Gregory's and helped him some move some house plants and did some setup around his woodshop. He's got 2 big walls knocked out his old trailer and all the saws moved inside. For a dude who's losing his eyesight and has MS he's a real go-getter.
No pruning, no planting. Well, might plant some cut-flowers this evening. Dad may have today.
Did make it to the library. Had like 15 books to pick up. Did I mention JCLS rules?
Rain. Rain. Rain. a little less rain. Rain.

my brain pattern?

Guy's Brain Pattern

You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking.
You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view.
For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different.
Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Chased in

Rain! What is it good for? Absolutely everything.
But you do tend to get wet.
Skee-daddled myself in out'na that there cloudburst.
Was having fun chop'n black-n-berries.
Only a few thorns makin' it through my leather glooves.
I got them for Christmas.
The gloves not the thorns.
The grapes are starting to shape up a little.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Rain and scheduling

This day has become scrambled. Had plans to go weld this morning but that fell through because of my sister-in-law had a medical appointment. Compressed discs and something called a "tiara" condition. Creapy. A little prayer for her to get better. So we'll be doing that after 1pm.
Dad is building shelves for the african violet room. Mom's got loads of those and more coming. Should be a nice little market this spring/summer. I wanted to work on plant tissue culture this morning but conditions are wrong, namely a chunk of ceiling collapsed in the west wing of the barn. Seems the leak there was worse than I thought. I guess I could sterilize some agar but then I'd have to quick pour it which necessitates a whole series of other actions.
Uhg! and many more days of rain to come.
Despite all that I'm glad to be alive and I hope your day is going super.

Rainy Backache

That describes this morning well. Pinched nerves and crampy back muscles meet a torrential downpour.
Sent mom off to the vets with Molly kitty. Some sort of disease prevention shot (parvo?) all I know is it's like 70$ holy c**p! That cat better learn to kill mice soon.
What is it with these insane prices nowadays? Would anyone ever pay me 5$ an ear for corn? I know that biologically produced material is more expensive than chemically produced most of the time. But come on, vaccines are made in eggs. What's a dozen cost now $2.50? A little centrifuge time and a pass through an osmotic filter and suddenly that's $70.
Of course that's nothing compared to the profit margins to be had in the electronics industry. When I think of the 20$ worth of material in an iPod I always have to laugh.
And where do those huge profit margins go? Money is meaningless if not spent or invested. You'd think some rich CEO would stop by my farm and insist on paying me 5$ an ear for my corn just to get rid of the extra cash he or she is carrying around.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Sad news

About ten days before Christmas '05 I had an odd dream. I was bicycling past the house of a good friend and customer, Dave Kohout. Dave was standing in his front yard and waved at me as I rode by. He called out to me "Well, guess you won't be seeing me for a long time." and then in 3 or 4 kick jerky moves he seemed to shrink or diminish.
When I got up that morning I figured "Pifl, I'll surely see Dave even before we open this summer."
I just found out that Dave passed away on the 14th of December.
I'd only known Dave for about 5 years but he was always a pleasure to see. A true defender of the American dream and a soldier of peerless quality. Until that day we meet, shine on you crazy okra-eater.

First comment!

Yae! I got my first comment, and it was from someone I know. A big "boo-yah!" goin' out to Jesse Smith and his whole family. I wonder how he found my blog?
The steel is loaded and my back still works, so this day is going "swimmingly."
Hope you're doing as well or better.

What's great about Oregon?

This is why despite all the little problems, it's great to live here:
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Good start to the day

Up early and even though my back still hurts from last week's work, I think it's going to be a good day.
Lots of strange disjointed dreams. Something about snow, more vehicle action. The only coherent scene was when I dreamt I was reading a story for a group of first graders. Weird! They were sure cute kids though. I think one of them might have been from another universe because she was really short and had purple speckles.
Today is another steel recycle day. Hope my back holds out. I'll try to be careful with the items I lift. And I'll wear my back brace this time too!
Have a great day.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Sunday: ineffective or relaxing?

Had big plans for the day, but barely did more than a little blackberry chopping. Didn't go welding, didn't discover the cure for all human maladies.
I did read quite a bit though. "An End to poverty", "The Eye of the World", "The one minute millionaire" and about 3 dozen random blogs. Just read a few chapters of each of those titles, not the whole book! I've read the wheel of time series before but some books are worth a second or even third pass.
I guess a relaxing Sunday will have to do instead of an effective one. I'll just have to make sure I'm extra effective tomorrow. Will set alarm for 6:20 and start the early farming program in earnest. Only about 150 days until we want to open.
Dad's making plans to get the onions sprouts started soon. Mostly sweets and reds. Maybe a few thousand spanish.

Easy Sunday morning

Frustrating but easy. Did recycles again today, the glass machine at Fred Meyer's was jammed so I went to Safeway instead. Going to the brother's shop for welding lessons later in the day.
Had pizza and black tea for breakfast.
Strange dreams last night. Partly the recurring one of driving my pickup which has been stripped down to a barely running vehicle which doesn't steer correctly. What is it with the dream-realm that it can't get driving down right? My vehicles always fishtail and swerve and generally drive like a wet noodle. Would the psycho-analyses reflect upon my need for control or lack thereof? The dream ended with me meeting up at Steve's once more with a group of familiar strangers for a chicken or turkey dinner. The women were all in the kitchen while we men sat around a white wicker coffee table. I didn't think I was still that sexist. The living room was small so that there was barely room to walk between the chairs and the coffee table.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Sudden raging downpour

Chased out of the fields by a really wild bit of weather. Doesn't show up any different than the rest of the rain on the radar image but around here it's about blowing sideways. The tarps are all flapping and the oak tree is swaying. Dancing to the wind. The birds have all hidden and anything small, light or loose has made a bid for freedom.
The temp is 47.8 and falling.

Saturday showers

Back and belly muscles still aching from the work of pruning grapes. Mostly it's the blackberries causing trouble. Today's work load will be gathering and hauling a load of scrap steel to the recyclers. It's strange for me to think that the scrap we take in here will be shipped to the new steel recycling plant in Mississippi where so many of my relatives live.
Still too wet in the fields to put up the big greenhouse.
Last night's dreams were strange but not as troublesome as usual. First I dreamt I was attacked by a large black dog which turned into a puppy when I knocked it down. Then when I tried to return the puppy to it's owners I found myself trespassing in a strange pasture nearby. After I got back on the right side of the fence (the puppy forgotten in the flow of dream) I managed to meet up with some people like at a party or family reunion. I was delighted by the sense of camaraderie even though I didn't recognise anyone in the crowd.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Friday errands done

Work begun. Or will be shortly. Rain hasn't arrived yet so I'll have time to prune after all. Also go to Bro's shop to do some welding.
The trip to town with Blind Gregory went smoothly. Greg's a great fella. Goin' blind, got multiple sclerosis and he still tackles the job of carpentry. Talk about courage.
And the man makes some great birdhouses.
Saw the cute neighbor lady at the post office. Geuss they had some serious damage from the irrigation ditch washing out behind her house. Bummer, wish I'd known. Not that I suppose there's much I could've done to help.
Everyone on earth be happy this instant!

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Excellent day

Was a great day for pruning. Lost my self for hours in the task. Only pulled a muscle in my back once right near the end of the day from over-reaching. The sky was once more an ever changing region of wonderment but I managed to divert myself from it and stay on task, at least while I was pruning. Hope to have time next week to go out and roll up some wreaths from the left-over vines.
Tomorrow I'll be taking Blind Gregory to Medford for tools; so that plus the rain coming later in the day sort of shoots down anymore vineyard work until the rain slacks off later in the week.
Maybe I can summon the courage to boil up some agar and restart my plant tissue culture program. The last three attempts have met with little to no success. I'll be less creative in my formulations this time, stick to the tried and true methods.

Raven Fog

A hazy white mystery covers the land. Ravens caw to nature's random director.
The border between sky and land has been obscured and the boundary is open to those things which walk between our thoughts and perceptions.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Sky dream pruning

The most amazing clouds today. Pruning has gone well, though the blackberries do put up a fierce resistance. I will next gird myself with gauntlet of ogre strength and put my leathery hide to the task of ripping the spiny beasts loose from my good earth.

As I worked cutting and training grape vines the sky kept calling me away from my chore. Finally had to stop and come in for a cup of coffee.

The perennial seeds from Seymoure came in. So we will soon be sprouting a collection of new flowers, begonias, bananas etc.

Gathering courage

The weather has turned fairer. Still cloudy, windy and cold. But without rain to force me in I can pursue my idyllic labors beneath the wonders of heaven. To go forth in glorious battle with blackberry canes and grape whips. My clippers flashing with a force like lightening. My will power and muscle shaping the fate of the land.

Far easier to describe than to do. especially with my back still aching. But it should be good excercise to keep me flexible.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Afternoon errands

Back from the lovely, quaint little town of Rogue River. Jackson county has the most awesome library system. Rock on JCLS!
Had to run up to Blind Gregory's on the way home and give him a hand assembling and disassembling his table saw. Rock on Greg! Blind carpentry madness. Can't wait to see his next generation of bird houses. He's developing some excellent rainbow patina's on brass for their rooves.

Farmer's retreat

Uhg, my back is sore and it's raining. So I'm gonna be a lazy winter farmer today. All I have to do today is take some stuff to the storage barn and maybe clean up in the shop, small greenhouse or barn. Oh yeah, and take some books back to the library.

If I get ambitious I'll be writing up a 2005 nanotech round-up soon. A list of the top 5 mostly unheralded breakthroughs in 2005.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Working for a living

Ow! My back hurts. Spent the morning working in my brother's welding shop. Dad and I had to push the garden tractor onto the back of the truck and I got some stabbing pains in my lower back; muscles and a pinched nerve I'm sure. Oh, the simple life of a farmer. Wish I could afford a chiropractor. The pain is radiating to the front and down my leg so it's definitely a pinched nerve.

The mountains are lovely, draped with heavy fog banks that remind of pictures from Columbia and Peru.

Rain supposed to start again tonight. If it clears out enough later this week we'll put the big greenhouse up. I can't wait to get started on the cut flowers. We have several hundred 'mums to use for mother plants, I hope to have thousands to sell by summer. Also I'd like to try an experiment with some of the bulblets from our gladiolas. By starting them in January in the greenhouse I think I can get them to flower before the summer is out.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Information withdrawl

Man, this is the most information sparse time of the year. And there's nothing good on TV either. The sci-fi channel has a twilight zone marathon every new years, yawn. And no good movies either. I geuss "the media" as I call them figure everyone's too hung-over to care. Between that and cable or satellite rates (how come we have to watch ads on services we pay for?) it's enough to drive a person to steal videos and mp3s over the internet.

I Should Have Told You

Oh man, I like this website. It makes me happy to not have all that regret. Some of it's good stuff though, what a reminder.
I Should Have Told You

Old Year New Year

... It's all rain to me. Wow, what a 'possum pounder we're having again. Took mom into town to do the recycles, uhg. Wet damp and humid. The river is way down from its earlier flood but the parking lots were all full of RVers, giant puddles and pavement streams. It's bizarre like some sort of RV convention suddenly happened. It's easy to forget what a huge population lives in the RV villages along the Rogue.