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Saturday, June 04, 2005



Friday, June 03, 2005

Shameless Liberation

I'm going out in my jammies and putting together the composter on the front porch. To hell with you and your fucking clothes. I'm in my jammies and if you don't like it, you can go blow.

If I didn't live right off a dirt road (frequently travelled by humans, horses and lost coonhounds), I'd just go out in my undies and put that sucker together.

This is all the result of a flash of insight from a few days ago: out here in the middle of nowhere, most people are in their jammies most of the time. They're mowing in their jammies. They're feeding the chickens in their jammies. They're up at the little local feedstore - barbeque - laundromat - gas station - pizza parlor - loan shark in their jammies.

And if they live farm enough off the road, most of them are out there for all the world to see in their birthday suits. Na. Ked. That's right: stark raving naked. Except in December.

You can't imagine the things I've put off doing here because I was in my jammies. But no more. This is true freedom.

Cool place for economic nail-biters

Talking Points memo has opened a forum of sorts, TPMCafe, with one section devoted to Economics.

I'm a doofus when it comes to economics, but I'm also obsessed by it. And so, although there's diverse opinion out there about the new TPMCafe (they're centrist eggheads! no, they're all brilliant!!), I'm pretty psyched about it and think it could be pretty useful for all of us nailbiters out there.


Yesterday, my pyramid composter arrived, so I'm going t be spending most of the day getting it set up, as well as mowing, painting, whatever.

I'm so excited about this thing. I just haven't been comfortable with tossing kitchen waste out back because there are so, so, so many critters around here --- and I don't care what anyone says, rotten cauliflower does so attract rodents!

d00ds, this mean I am now officially in the making my own dirt business --- although lasagna gardening does that, as well. So I guess I'm double in the making my own dirt business!

Thursday, June 02, 2005


If your tastes run to scary roller coaster rides, take a gander at these graphs of the current housing bubble.

And the embedded links in the article are must-reads.

Via Seeing the Forest.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The hammer falls

Tomorrow I go back to work.

I'm not looking forward to this. I haven't prepared anything. Granted, I'm teaching night classes, so maybe I can pull something together tomorrow. But maybe not.

But I have made some decisions about how I'm going to teach. I've decided to kick their asses from one side of the room to the other and back again because I'm sick to death of malingerers, slackers, plagiarists, jive asses, whatever.

I lost 2/3rd's of my vacation to whining students who never even bothered to show up in class or do the work, but wanted A's anyway. That pissed me off.

So, from here on out, it's a test every class period for them. Every. Freaking. Time. We. Meet. They're getting a test. And when I'm not testing them, I'm going to make them write about the differences between nihilism and Dada. And when I get finished making them write, I'm going to make them hand their writing to neighboring classmates for examination and review.

Then I'm going to give them another test. And after that, I'm going to make them correct grammar and explain in 400 words or less the significance of the French Revolution in Gothic and Romantic literature. As if I know the answer to that one.

As if I care that I don't know.

Then I'm going to make them discuss whether it's possible to detect quantum physics in Hopi metaphorical constructions. After which they will write short essays comparing Hopi metaphorical constructions, locatives in Kiowa and English deictics.

Hopefully by next week I will have cleared my classes of any students and I can get back to painting the floors, admiring my tomatoes and strawberries and trying to get a job at a lumber yard (discounts, you know).

Being Nazi, Part II


I've got them so bamboozled on the Psychotic Farmers Forum that now, not only are they accusing me of being a Nazi ... they're threatening to sue me for libel.


Geeeez, they're not exactly the sharpest crayons in the box over there.


Monday, May 30, 2005

Being Nazi

So I've been causing mayhem over at the Psychotic Farmers Forum, enough that they're now calling me a Nazi.


They're calling me a Nazi because I've been busting them for claiming gays are disease carrying pedophiles seeking to marry their hamsters. I've also been plastering them with newspaper reports of various rightwing leaders convicted of raping their daughters, distributing kiddie porn, sliciting young male prostitutes, screwing their donkeys, whatever.

They haven't liked that one bit. So their best counter has been to accuse me of being a Nazi and hate-filled.


I'm happy. In any case, it's such a waste of time over there. Hopefully, I'll stop harassing them and start working on the blog again.

First, however, I've found yet another conviction I think they need to hear about. ;=D