Desert Cat's Paradise
"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it." - Proverbs 27:12.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I've been pointing and shouting about this for some time now. US Power Grid Vulnerable to Just About Everything This report has been out since 2007 and just now was declassified. It confirms everything that preppers have been saying about the extreme vulnerability of our power grid. It is why I have spent the time and treasure I have to build my own back up power supply.Comments
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
As Rodger said, "Oh My..."Comments
(yeah yeah it's a T-Mobile ad in the end. So?)
Since it 'tis the season, this too, from a couple years ago:
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
While waiting for the fixin's to finish cooking, Daisycat, Momcat and I went through my corn field and harvested the cobs. Here is the haul:Comments
There is a thick blanket of vetch that self-seeded under the corn from last year. I will let that grow on its own, rather than trying to seed in the winter pea mix that I had planned. It will climb the corn stalks over the winter and into next spring. I will till it all under prior to planting next summer.
Many of the cobs were still damp. I'm somewhat eager to get them shucked in order to weigh the harvest. All told, it was a fairly small harvest for the plot size, because of the poverty of the soil. This year will make a good baseline to compare subsequent year's harvests as the soil improves. So to speed the drying, I packed my dehydrator full of cobs and set it on the lowest setting for a couple days.
By the end of the weekend, some cobs were still not dry enough to shuck, so I left them to air dry for a week.
Thomas the cat--desktop model.
The rest of the weekend I spent working on priming the plywood panels that will become my storage cabinets.
Watching paint dry...
Because these panels are so heavy, I decided that after I got both sides painted, I would cut them into the required 16" strips before stacking them for further trimming to size.
I get accustomed to how fast paint dries in the heat of summer. This weekend was a balmy Indian Summer kind of day, with light breeze, temperatures in the upper 70's, crystal clear skies, etc. ("shut up DC". yea yea...), but the paint was taking an hour to dry per side anyway. I couldn't very well move them until they were dry, and I only had room to lay out one at a time.
So in between waiting for each panel to dry, I did other things, like replacing the power supply on Momcat's computer, gathering up tools from various locales and finding them homes in the workshop, and...getting into that west bedroom.
"Why the dread, DC?" It's deep in there. This has become the repository for stuff that did not otherwise find an immediate home, plus a whole lot of construction supplies and tools that wandered in there during other phases of other projects. Behold:
Somewhere about mid-Sunday afternoon, I realized (D'Oh!) that the panels would dry faster if I put a fan on them. Yeah, Desert Cat--Sooper Genius! I swear sometimes, if I hadn't been born with such an excess intellectual capacity, I'd really be hurting for brainpower by now. At the rate I seem to be losing it, I ought to have a normal intelligence by the time I die...
So between about 2 PM and 5 PM Sunday, I got more panels painted, cut up and stacked than I did the rest of the weekend prior.
Next week: The continuing adventures of the bumbling idiot savant.
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Saturday, November 17, 2012
...said Pooh, as Tigger pounced again.Comments
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Seven sheets of three-quarter inch plywood, plus two sheets of 1/4" were muscled onto the roof of my Mitsubishi Friday, hauled out here, and unloaded today. I don't know how far I will get on the cabinets. I just started priming the sheets as evening set in.Comments
My last diet day on the hCG cycle was supposed to be today, the third day after discontinuing the hCG. I could not function. I had to give up the diet early to get anything started. What an amazing difference the drug makes! Day 3 is supposed to be when the last of it exits my system, and BOY, could I tell! So I had a fat ribeye steak for supper, plus peanut butter and honey for dessert. I'm now on my second martini and feeling fine. :)
Tomorrow I will continue painting plywood panels and digging into cleaning in the bathroom and west bedroom. I have to go into town early Sunday evening to address a power problem at the router and modem in the Dogpoop Acres apartment.
Meanwhile here at the farm I am cleaning up and reconfiguring an old computer for possible deployment to Momcat, as her computer is fritzing on a semi-regular basis. Possibly a power supply replacement pending, but in the mean time I am prepping a machine to swap in, in case it is required.
So...maybe I'll take a pic of plywood being painted, if it matters, and call it "progress pics".
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Wednesday, November 14, 2012
I downloaded a copy of Linux Mint 13 and burned a DVD this evening. After rebooting from the DVD, I am now writing this via Firefox running on Linux Mint.Comments
Just. That. Simple.
Finally after years of development, it appears there are flavors of Linux ready for the casual user.
I've been frustrated with the performance of my laptop computer at the apartment for some time now, and I have been inclined to blame Windows rather than any hardware issues. This is the first step of an experiment to determine whether I need a hardware replacement or if it is time, finally, to ditch the statist, authoritarian Microsoft for the heady freedom of Linux. I need to partition my drive and actually install this in a partition, in order to have a full go at the Linux world, but that comes next. At least it should keep me distracted for a few evenings.
If I disappear for a few days, it is because I crashed the whole nine yards and will have to start over with new (or salvaged used) hardware.
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Vox Popoli: 675,000 secessionistsComments
I wonder if the United Nations will be as interested in helping those seeking the right to self-determination in Texas and Louisiana as they are in so many other countries around the world? It will also be interesting to see if the Obama administration will continue to argue that Libyan and Syrian separatists need to be armed even as it wonders if it dares try to disarm American separatists.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Granny Miller is back!Comments
Some of you may recall I had grand plans to highlight a "best of" webpage of her posts after she decided to take it all down a couple years ago. I never did get around to that...
No worries. She is in the process of reconstituting her site herself.
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Monday, November 12, 2012
...per se. This has been a housecleaning weekend.Comments
"Again?" you say.
"Still?!" she shrieks into the phone.
Yes, still. The natural consequence of your failure to participate.
I am not done. I got through all the boxes, and all the sorting, cleaning and disposing. The bedroom is done. As far as it is going to get. I have plans to purchase plywood and paint and will be constructing some tall cabinets to better organize supplies and stuff. This may come next weekend. Or later.
I had to take part of the afternoon today for some auto maintenance tasks. A battery replacement, some wiring repairs and a repair of the manual choke. Next weekend I get into the west bedroom. It is my goal to at least gather up all tools and supplies, organize the stuff I'm using next, and clear out the stuff that is in the way of the next work ahead.
I am thoroughly exhausted, "again".
Update: Forgot to mention, we butchered three roosters yesterday--the first of this year's roasters plus last year's top cock. We have two more butchering weekends planned--the old hens and then the remainder of the spring chickens. It is easier for Momcat to clean and prepare a few at a time. As usual I serve as executioner and plucking assistant. Momcat eviscerates, cleans and preps them for freezing.
Just in time for Thanksgiving. Mm yum!
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Friday, November 09, 2012
Woo! I'm outta here!
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Wednesday, November 07, 2012Comments
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All we're left with is the "spandex jacket"...
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Fred On Everything--Eye-balling the Fifth CenturyComments
Eye-balling the Fifth CenturyDisengage, cut your expenses, seek the interstices, and don't believe in anything unless you are sure it was your idea to believe in it. What is coming looks to be ugly. If so, it will be every man for himself, his family, his friends, and what principles he believes. The government doesn’t give a wan, eitolated damn about you.
July 21, 2011
When a country works reasonably well—when the schools teach algebra and not governmentally mandated Appropriate Values, when the police are scarce and courteous, when government is remote and minds its business and works more for the benefit of the country than for looters and special interests, then pledging to it a degree of allegiance isn't foolish. Decades back America was such a country, imperfect as all countries are, but good enough to cherish.
As decline begins, and government becomes oppressive, self-righteous, and ruthless yet incompetent, as official spying flourishes, as corruption sets in hard, and institutions rot, it is time to disengage. Loyalty to a country is a choice, not an obligation. In other times people have loved family, friends, common decency, tribe, regiment, or church instead of country. In an age of national collapse, this is wise.
A fruitful field of disengagement might be called domestic expatriation—the recognition that living in a country makes you a resident, not a subscriber. It is one thing to be loyal to a government that is loyal to you, another thing entirely to continue that loyalty when the Brown Shirts march and the government rejects everything that you believe in. While the phrase has become unbearably pretentious, it is possible to regard oneself as a citizen of the world rather than of the Reich.
Home schooling is an admirable form of disengagement for those who cannot physically expatriate. The primary schools once taught enough of reading and arithmetic, and little enough of medioccritizing propaganda, as to render them other than pernicious. Today, no. Here it is worth reflecting, contrary to governmental insistence, that schools are needless, at least for bright children. An intelligent child quickly reads several years ahead of his grade level, at which point school becomes only an obstacle. He will be savagely bored, regard his teachers as imbeciles, and learn nothing that justifies his being there but much that justifies being somewhere else. In the deepening twilight, home-schooling becomes almost a responsibility, a parallel to medieval monks copying Greek manuscripts.
Disengagement from the system of universities, or as I should say, “universities,” is also advisable. This is true, first, because if you seek cultivation, to gain a grasp of such matters as history, literature, the arts and the sciences, you can do it better on your own. Professors serve little purpose other than to ensure that the student does his homework. If the student wants to study, he can do it by himself, and if he doesn't want to study, he has no business in a university.
Second, universities these days, with exceptions I hope, are citadels of intellectual darkness. They teach little, and chiefly serve to force the young to borrow backbreaking sums from colluding banks. The wasted time and phenomenal cost cannot be justified unless they provide some remarkable recompense, and they do not.
Universities largely prepare the student for a life of office work in some dismal institution, trapping him in the retirement system and making him a prisoner of the state. In a nation subsiding into the third world, institutions cannot be counted on.
It makes more sense to become, say, a commercial diver, or a master auto mechanic. The training costs less than piratical fifth-rate USOs (university-shaped objects). Both are interesting, challenging, and well-remunerated, which cannot be said of law for most who do not go into Wall Street. Crucially important, cars can be found everywhere, and such as oil companies the world over need divers. You are not tied to the United States, where the death rattle begins to be heard over the thump of the storm troopers' boots.
Disengagement from the consumerist zeitgeist is essential. Yes, I know. Distaste for a life dedicated to buying the unnecessary can seem a pose: “I, I, am of such lofty character that I do not dirty my philosophical hands with mere...things.”
No. It is not a pose. In a time of economic retrogression, rejection of consumerism is utterly practical. And almost treasonous.
One might ask oneself, “What do I really need, and what things really matter to me? How much money do I really need, and how much am I willing to pay to get it?” Remember, you pay more for money than for anything else.
I once lived briefly in an old one-bedroom trailer set in a patch of pine woods near Farmville, Virginia. A brick barbecue came with it, and a large floppy pooch, apparently a mixture of Irish setter and whatever was around. The place was blessedly quiet. Birds and bugs aren't noise. When it rained I delighted in being almost in the storm, but dry. I think the whole shebang cost the owner five thousand dollars, including a well and septic system.
If you are thinking, “Why...no...I couldn't possibly live that way,” you are probably right. But if I were doing it now, I would have staggering amounts of pirated music on today's monstrous memory sticks, a set of very decent speakers for a few hundred doomed green ones, a Kindle or the free computer version for reading books from Amazon if I had the money or Project Gutenberg if I didn't, and a fairly large flat screen for watching movies donated by uTorrent. Net cost: Under a grand.
Circumstances differ, yes. But you get the idea: Comfort, quiet, music, books, barbecue, undefined dog, storms, friends, for practically nothing. Mutatis mutandis, the principle applies almost everywhere.
It also fits well with Fred's Bifurcate Law of Economic Independence: If you can't pay for it, don't buy it; and if you don't need it, don't buy it. Therein lie the seeds of the utter destruction of America, but I'm not Wall Street's mother.
To labor the point a tad, where I live, near Guadalajara in Mexico, at least two friends are living quite comfortably on a thousand a month, to include beer, internet, and in one case substances crucial to the bloated salaries of DEA. Each has a tired truck, but no granite counter-tops or riding mower.
Another step toward independence is to disengage to the extent possible from the maintenance cycle. You are much better off in bad times if you can do the kind of plumbing, wiring, and auto maintenance that used to be commonly understood. This is easy to say, I know. Yet, if done, it gets you farther off the grid. Again, circumstances differ and details vary. The principle remains:
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“A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average age of the world's greatest civilizations has been 200 years.”Comments
― Alexis de Tocqueville
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The People have spoken.Comments
They demand a socialist dictatorship. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
Looks like it will be a powerboat ride over the waterfall after all...
I could not help but be reminded of this passage last night:
Look at the stupidity of Europe. Look at the people rioting over the "austerity" that is required to save their sorry asses from total collapse. Look at their socialist governments clinging to their sinking ship because they can do nothing else. Those pathetic Europeans crying for their lost bread and circuses are what America has now become. The Free Shit Army has triumphed. America will get her socialist dictatorship, and it will crush us as surely as socialist dictatorships crush the souls of men everywhere and at all times, eventually.
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Tuesday, November 06, 2012
...WHERE'S MY 'BAMAFONE?!!!!11!Comments
What the HELL is wrong with the people of this country?!
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Liberal media, White House owes preppers and survivalists a massive apology in the aftermath of superstorm SandyComments
Not that any will be forthcoming. They still consider us "terr-rr-rists" (go figure).
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Sunday, November 04, 2012
...per se. This has been a housecleaning weekend.Comments
Daisycat will be making her semi-annual pilgrimage to visit the Cat Farm in a couple of weeks. I made an executive decision last week, that the house needs some serious taming of the chaos beyond the simple vacuuming, mopping and cleaning that a visit by the, er..."other" half would require.
I am not done. Today I finally got to the bedroom/computer room, where I tore everything apart and rearranged, in order to get at the deep layers of filth that had collected in the out of the way places. In the process, I've left myself a half dozen boxes of crap to sort through, clean, and find new homes for, next weekend.
I am thoroughly exhausted however.
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Saturday, November 03, 2012
The waters, they flow over my headComments
I swim. Undulating current rips.
The torrent flows. Whither.
Where is my rock? My stable place?
He is here.
Grasping for bottom, gasping for top,
There is a place in the middle
Beneath the waves, above the bottom
From Heidi: Five Minute Friday: Roots -- Pebblechaser
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.Yeah yeah, it's Saturday. So I didn't see it until today.
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Friday, November 02, 2012
Daisycat had bought several bags of "Kirkland Signature" cat food a few weeks ago. I noticed the food not being eaten very fast, and two of the cats losing weight.Comments
I'm coming out there today with the "good stuff". Cats will be happy again.
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