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On First: Oct. 26, 2007— Back Again Nineteen months between entries should be ample demonstration that I ain't no bloggin' fool. Nope, been busy out there in the real world (which, in case you hadn't noticed, is coming down around our ankles ... or up around our ears ... or something). Yep, got a gravity-fed water system installed at the new land, slapped in a Pelton wheel to run off of it, tossed in a few solar panels and a way-uptown Outback inverter and power panel, and I'm up and runnin'. Even nicked a free 1150-gal. propane tank off the Forest Service. And let me tell you about my four -- count 'em! -- 40-ft. shipping containers, stuffed to the gills with all the detritus I've accumulated on the Road to Apocalypse (speaking of which, read that little number by Cormac McCarthy yet?). I even buried one of 'em -- biggest root cellar in three counties! OK, gotta run -- the goats & ducks & dogs (new puppy: half-wolf, half chocolate Lab, a real monsta) & cats are waiting for breakfast. And it's about that passive solar house I haven't built yet. See you in a few months! Jan. 18, 2006 — I'm Back (But Not for Long) You haven't seen much of me here lately, but I hope you've been having fun poking around without me. It's about the 160 acres of undeveloped land I found last month. It's land that was homesteaded in 1885 and has never sold since. It's out over the mountain from here, in the next watershed north, ten miles farther away from all the stuff that it's getting to be a good idea to be getting away from. Not that there's really any escaping it. I also haven't been reporting in because I reached a point where more stories about peak oil, the economy, the environment, and all the rest, just didn't seem to be telling us anything we don't already know. Namely, that it's all going south, lickety-split. I did find my eyebrows rising the other day, though, when James Lovelock, Mr. Gaia Hypothesis himself, up and announced his conclusion that the world has already passed the point of no return on climate change, and civilization as we know it is now unlikely to survive. Yep, he says, "Before this century is over, billions of us will die, and the few breeding pairs of people that survive will be in the Arctic where the climate remains tolerable." But like I say, this isn't exactly new news. This site is, of course, old news too, and my page-view stats have gone all to hell. But I didn't set out to blog & flog you daily with cry-wolfie recountings of the obvious. I mean, you either get it or you don't, right? Hopefully, you're already headed north, and later for reading about it. Still, I have missed corresponding with you — no one has said boo to me in weeks via the email link over on the left there (hint, hint). And I do hope that when things really get rocking and rolling, and just before they pull the plug on the Internet, you'll drop by and lift a glass with me to the good old days when the Apocalypse was just a gleam in our demented eyes and self-sufficiency was just an entertaining option. |