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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.
Next:
A Strategy for Apocalypse
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