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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Hmmmm

Geez.

Wonder when they'll be going after ...

Book meme! Passed on ...

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

I follow Sister Scorpion in assuming I won't get burned.

Mmmmm ... Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind. Just to be on the safe side.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Gawd. Where to start? Childhood crushes on all characters played by Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino. It would still be Pacino if he hadn't gotten his eyebrows done.

Like Sister Scorpion, yea, I know they played a lot of creeps but who cares? Ditto on Tuturro. Dark hair, dark eyes, does it each and every time. Likely has something to do with the fact that my dad looked somewhat like Dean Martin with squinty eyes. Although they say you fall into love at first sight with people who resemble the earliest memory of your mother's face. But that would follow, too, maybe even more closely. Black hair, black eyes, white white skin. Like Pacino.

What I want to know is why I didn't inherit the good hair, like everyone else in my family.

The last book you bought is:

Something by Robert Thurman on Buddhism which hasn't arrived yet. I bought yet at the same time I bought new blades for my power saw.

Yea, so I own power tools. I also own a pitchfork, if you catch my drift.

The last book you read:

Still reading them: Tibetan Book of the Dead translated by Thurman and Luminous Emptiness (see sidebar).

What are you currently reading?

See above question. Although depending on what arrives in the mail today, that may change.

Five books you would take to a deserted island

Ewww. Ouch!

Tereza Batista, Home from the Wars or One Hundred Years of Solitude, simply because I've been reading them for years now and I keep waiting to get sick of them, but it hasn't happened and I don't think it will. Although I did toss my ancient copy of Tereza Batista in the hopes I'd quit reading it and move on to something else, but all that accomplished is I miss seeing it on my bookshelf and have to buy a new copy.

I buy One Hundred Years of Solitude every couple of years for the same reason. I give it away hoping I'll quit reading it and end up buying a new copy. This time, I'm hanging onto it. Maybe. But maybe not.

Mooney's Myths of the Cherokee and Sacred Manuscripts because if you live where I live and aren't constantly reading them, you find yourself without anything to talk about on occasion. Constant critique, constant agreement, simultaneous love-hate, but Mooney was an Irishman so what do you expect? Same with Adair's History of the American Indian.

Anything by Angie Debo. DeLoria and Silko, too. And Zepeda.

The poem by Geary Hobson that I need to get again because I miss reading it. The "stomp dance bayou country, we don't dance for rain" poem that's my favorite ever.

Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind. And all the books by physicists on Buddhism and Hinduism that haven't yet arrived in the mail.

I'd also want The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind and that book about four arguments for the elimination of television. It's been years since I read them and I feel like reading them again.

But I wouldn't want that new book which exposes mythology as an entirely materialist phenomenon based on actual events (I mean, d'oh). I'm sick to death of the Western materialists and I suspect this book entirely removes the psychological/archetypal value of mythology. Gad. Could we get any more concrete and boring as a nation?

Something on rainwater collection, solar and composting.

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?

Okay, MJ! For obvious reasns.

I want to know what Redneck Mother reads, given she's raising children, lettuce and hell in Texas. I'm hoping for some gardening tips, too.

The third is a tie between a few people. I'm going to have to think about it. Besides, I have to go continue digging rocks out of the ground so I can plant the lilacs.

Friday, April 01, 2005

I'm thinking!

I'm still thinking and meditating on things.

It may take me a couple more weeks to get back in the swing of the blog. Of course, it's all complicated because the end of the semester's coming around (gack!) and I'm still working on gardens and I have to do my taxes.

But I'm basically still pretty scattered.

Although I got up the courage and got a rain barrel today. Which pretty much commits me to getting gutters which I don't have. So that pretty much means no new fence for a year or so. Although it does mean I can start working on putting all our torrential rains to good use.

By next year, I also plan to have my well up and running. So ... town water for cooking. Well and rain water for watering, toilets, washing dishes. And maybe in a couple of years, I could get myself completely off town water. Although I doubt it. It would require completely replumbing the place.

So there's that --- as for the (*&%$#@#$% mouse --- damned if I know! I've looked everywhere, cleaned out everywhere and there's no sign of a mouse anywhere.

?

All I can figure is maybe he accidentally ran in the front door the other day and then somehow got back out. Because I can't find the least sign of a mouse anywhere.

?

Except I just saw him run under the refrigerator. And I just moved the refrigerator and found ... nothing. No sign of him whatsoever.

There is no mousey poop anywhere. I vacuumed out that stove like there's no tomorrow --- not a sign of a mouse. Except I just saw him again.

*sigh*

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Fucking rodents update 2

I don't know what's going on, but it's the freaking rodent woodstock in here tonight.

A mouse runs out from under the stove and into the plant room.

Five minutes later, a mouse runs out of the plant room and under the stove.

Five minutes later the mouse runs out from under the stove and into the plant room.

Five minutes later ... ad nauseam infinitum etc.

So I took the broom and began banging on the stove. Did it for ten-fifteen minutes. Made mental note to get a rodent proof composter for the compost waiting to go into my other composter. Made another mental note to get steel can for the dog food.

Plan to go out tomorrow and get that spray insulation stuff and some steel wool and fill me some holes.

Said a few words of thanks for my wisdom in purchasing a shitload of bait bars at the feed store last fall. Kicked my butt that I forgot to put them out all winter.

Mouse, you're in big trouble!!!

Fucking rodents update

While browsing rain barrels and worm farms at Gardeners.com, I looked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see the *^&$%$*# mouse run out from under the stove and into the plant room.

This is fucking war. Prepare to do battle, rodent!!!!!

Fucking rodents

There's a *&%$%^#$% mouse hiding behind the stove.

Every time he tries to sneak out and get across the room to wherever he's trying to sneak to, I scream and he runs back under the stove.

Fuck!!!

Sunday, March 27, 2005

I live in ancient forest ...

... which really comes as no surprise to me, but it's nice to have it confirmed.

Telling you which would be telling you too much --- I prefer anonymity --- but I will tell you that I'm pleased to have all my suspicions confirmed about the rarity and depth of this landscape.

We're described by the conservationists as not just ancient forest, with trees 500 years and older, but an unusual crossroads between west and east, north and south. Upland forests, savannas and glades, the meeting poinr of the forests of the east and the southern grasslands.

Our ancient forests survive only because the land is so steep that it's unsuitable (supposedly) for anything other than what it is. Of course, the fact that this is Indian land likely has something to do with it.

Living here only confirms for me why it's so important to save these lands. Over the course of a year, I've had black bears, beavers, fox, every imaginable variety of woodpecker, pelicans, two kinds of bluebirds, cuckoos and more hiding out here.

Hummingbirds make their home here for 7-8 months of the year. Monarchs have shifted their migrations over this area. I don't think we used to be on their annual migratory route --- we are now, most likely because we're still wooded and wild.

I have four kinds of honeybees. I haven't even been able to count the kinds of frogs and toads and treefrogs, some of which only inhabit the Florida coasts and southern Georgia.

I have lizards, skinks, endangered snakes.

I can barely walk outside without hearing the rustle of some critter racing to get away from me.

This is why I stay here, even though it's miles from anywhere and most of my old friends think I'm bats and people just don't understand. I consider it my new job to take care of these lands and all the critters they harbor.

And knowing it's officially ancient forests makes it all that much more important.