biodiversity, and then some!

[steev]

I've been watching a fair number of videos lately about esoteric people, most recently indigenous folk in Amazonia; it's got me a tad aggravated, not solely about their plight, but about the global ramifications of why they're getting fucked so thoroughly.

Essentially, there are humans living as they have for millennia, but their way of life is inconvenient to Big Business, which regards them as the aliens in "Independence Day" saw humans; "What do you want us to do?" "Die!".

The Amazonian jungle, in which they live, is apparently better used for logging, cattle-ranching, and soy-farming; all enterprises fully globalized for commodification as fungible industrial feed-stocks.

Now. I will stipulate that I have no expectations of mixing my genes with any of these people (although I can be reached by PM), but really. Do we really give a husky fuck about losing the genetic/cultural diversity of parsnips, but not of humanity? Don't think I'm anti-parsnip; my cousin married one, and they have lovely offspring; odd, but lovely.

[richardw]

I know many of us these days just have to except same sex marriages or even people marrying there cars, But, really!!thats taking your obsession with gardening to a whole new level.

[steev]

Funny you should bring up people marrying their cars; when she moved out, my then-ex-to-be took as much of my stuff as she could haul as well as all of hers, except for the then-non-operational '62 Plymouth Valiant she owned but couldn't drive. I think it's cool with the left-hand push-button transmission; reminds me of the left-throw-out presses on which I learned printing. She actually had the gall to ask me to haul it to her so her boyfriend could flea-market it; no way! She'd already done that with my microscope and slide-collection of tape-worms and liver flukes. Actually, I don't know for sure that she sold those parasites; she may have kept them, sensing a kinship.

It now resides on the farm, where I'll keep it "'til Death do us part"; I kind of regard it as a scalp, although it's much too heavy to hang from my lodge-pole.

Maybe I'll look into using it as a sort of Lenin-esque mausoleum, where my heirs can come gaze upon the founder of the farm-family-trust. "He looks better in this dry weather; the damp was making him a tad furry and bluish." "Think we need to patch that rusted-out spot on the trunk; the wasps are nesting in his skull, again."

[richardw]

What is it about 'ex wife's?, all i got left with was a set of stainless bowls and a dog that hated her, oh well, at least that dog was on to it.

A '62 Plymouth Valiant would be worth a bit to car restorers here, its not overly expensive to chuck them in a container and ship them over.

[steev]

I've no desire to let the Valiant go; it's a great farm vehicle; slant-6 engine that'll run long after I no longer can. Worst-case scenario, I could take out the luxurious naugahyde seats (made from real wild-caught Naugas), and use it for a mini-greenhouse.