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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 23:54:12 GMT -5
Who cares? Eat those suckers, and be done with it.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 23:48:42 GMT -5
I would complain about the notion that what happens in the "off season" is not of interest; we are all on our Great Mother and what happens anywhere is of interest, though it may not be "gotta go out tomorrow and deal with that"; granted, Sohem is opposite to Norhem, but plants don't always know where they are, so we may learn from where we aren't how to deal with them where we are, in season. I think many of us file stuff away for later use.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 23:31:00 GMT -5
Well, if we aren't the ones to muck about with them, who is?
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 23:25:17 GMT -5
Dammit, richardw, have you no grasp whatsoever of linguistic differences? Is the rest of the world to conform to your understanding of nomenclature? I suggest you get a drink, go sit on your "dick" and chill. I'm sure we'll all continue to call things whatever we've learned to, regardless of accuracy or observation.
Onions are clearly not a root crop; they're being lazy about their instructions.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 23:03:15 GMT -5
Puzzling, for sure.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 22:54:09 GMT -5
So the Indian Subcontinent/Middle East is where Toyota p'ups go to die? Kinda puts elephant graveyards in perspective, n'est-ce pas? Didn't people used to use them for utility vehicles; Hannibal comes to mind.
My own p'up is back on the road, peppy and quiet; my wallet is $2K leaner, but leaner is more fit, one hopes (if not, I'm screwed, having become as scrawny as my Dad and his, by this age); maybe I need to haul a bunch of Taliban around to keep it running. The trouble with scavenging parts is that they're often nearly shot (could be why the vehicle is scrapped).
While new parts are pricey, after-market parts don't last, so it's a replacement merry-go-round.
While this thread has drifted from plants, I will draw it back by pointing out the value of returning our agriculture to earlier strains, not dependent on chem-ferts, pesticides, and herbicides. While not really expecting the Apocalypse, I do expect global trade to decline; this will require a societal change in our attitude toward food (please note that in this, as in many other threads, I draw no lines between the USA and the rest of the world; we are one world, all children of our Great Mother, and we will live or die together, if we fail to get that; Nationalism is fun, but might that not be counterproductive?
Peak phosphorus is predicted and nitrates are dependent on natural gas; commercial agriculture is as unsustainable as gasoline-driven cars; we get sustainable or we go to the wall. I'm not that worried for myself; I have remote land and I'm old; most of the coming shit-storm isn't going to hit me.
In some other thread, I posted about the need to educate, especially women, so they have value beyond breeding and domestic help; I was thinking of world-wide; NLT 50% of humans are female; have we so many trained, intelligent humans that we can write off half the population in many places/cultures because of their gender? I'm not optimistic about this continuing to work.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 21:54:28 GMT -5
I begin to think you're enjoying this project; live long and prosper.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 19:28:05 GMT -5
My recently-acquired smart phone is a PITA; I was fine with my old flip-phone and even better with my landline (I had a crazy client who'd call up to 11 PM with urgent problems; when she called at 6 AM one Saturday, I bought an answering machine that day); how I miss the days when people knew I was out working without my landline in my pocket or truck.
If you hammer your finger, it will make you "smart"; just saying.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 16:11:20 GMT -5
Just spit-balling, but I'm guessing there being higher ground on both sides of the valley, air-pressure diminishes in crossing the valley, resulting in less up-welling and less condensation in higher, colder air.
Alternatively fact-wise, it may all be a hoax, even though many think they've seen it.
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 1:08:15 GMT -5
Speaking of pain, I've put $800+ into my Toyota p'up the last two weeks, as various issues have surfaced, and now I'm looking at ~$2K to replace a blown cat converter (the after-market ones rarely last a year, so better to go new); can't work/earn without a p'up ( I so look forward to not working for income; the prospect of working for free on the farm beckons enticingly { yes, yes, I'm coming }; now, I'm not bitching about what life deals me; I know I've gotta play the cards I'm dealt, not those I'd like. What bites my ass is this: whenever you see pictures of Isis, or whoever, tooling around the desert, they always seem to be in old Toyota p'ups; how do they do that? Can we get some of their mechanics here? I mean, we give them a job (and maybe a nominal pre-paid Costco card); they're gonna convert; everybody wins!
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 0:23:52 GMT -5
I posted a comment meant for here on "My popcorn"; oops; I don't think I'll catch up to this "tech stuff", being 'way older than twelve. I miss my damned dial phone; such a comforting "takka-takka-takka".
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Post by steev on Oct 6, 2017 0:15:04 GMT -5
I'm curious about the red one, as I'd really like to have corn still sweet when red.
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Post by steev on Oct 5, 2017 4:14:55 GMT -5
I have to pick mat beans as they mature, or I'd get few because they shatter.
I do the same for my cowpeas, as some critter likes to harvest them before me.
Damn, richardw, your house is on piles? Sounds like a PITA.
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Post by steev on Oct 5, 2017 0:17:01 GMT -5
Again, it's not about pain, but I'm becoming sensitized to any little ding, since it so often means my loose, thin, old integument has been compromised and will make a small mess, if I don't attend to it; just a feature of my "Golden (drippy red) Years".
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Post by steev on Oct 4, 2017 20:06:25 GMT -5
Backyard chickens/ducks are fairly popular in the Bay Area; you'd not know it unless driving around near sun-up.
Rules are made by those beholden to commercial producers.
I was thinking about living on the farm as I grow older, perhaps unable to drive, on a fixed income; I'm not too pessimistic: I expect a decent food supply, access to Medivac service, adequate exercise to keep my blood from settling in my feet and butt, and always something I can do to feel useful and productive.
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