[Listening to: ADDING UP NUMBERS - KOMPRESSOR]
High in the mountains of northern British Columbia is a lake the Tahltan people call Skyfish. It exists still as it has existed always – guarded by strong forests, water so clear you can see the fish strike. It is a world of biodiversity and tranquility. A world with clean air, abundant food, and fresh water. Skyfish is a world to which everyone should have the right.
But most of us live in another world - a place where consumption and excess exists beside poverty and pollution. We exist in a schizophrenic society, in a time when we can no longer afford to be unawarse of the consequences of pollution and globalization, or of the values of our current economic system - when the effects of one nation’s lifestyle can have an impact on all others. Now, more than ever, we live in a time when our thoughts and actions really matter.
The Skyfish Project is an arena for thoughts and action. A forum for examining and questioning the world we live in, and the world we are creating. To talk about the way we live our lives, and the way we’d like to live. If we want to move towards a better, balanced way of living, we must first identify a new vision of the future.
The Skyfish Project is a place to connect on ideas and issues. It’s a place to learn from others, and share what you know. It’s an invitation to question the world you live in; and a challenge to take action and responsibility for the way you live your life.
[Listening to: tennessee waltz - patsy cline]
The Senate Agriculture Committee yesterday made a bad wildfire bill even worse by further expanding the excuses for gutting environmental protections for commercial logging in National Forests. The Senate is expected to vote on wildfire legislation, based on the Bush Administration’s ill-named “Healthy Forests Legislation,” in September. Rather than increasing funding and resources to protect communities from wildfires, or preserving the right of the public to have say in the management of their National Forests, the Committee simply made it easier for timber corporations to log old-growth trees and make a profit off of tax-payer lands.
Among the damaging provisions the committee added to the bill (HR 1904) was language to expand the areas where destructive logging can take place without environmental review or oversight. Under the committee-passed bill, timber companies could receive taxpayer subsidies to log anywhere in National Forests hit by an ice storm.
A May 14, 2003 General Accounting Office report showed that two out of every three acres of federal lands logged in the past two years were outside of the “wildland-urban interface” – the area where communities and forest areas intersect. But scientific studies have shown that the best way to protect communities is to thin small trees and brush from immediately around homes and buildings – not by logging large, fire resistant trees deep in National Forests miles away from where people live. Studies have also shown that 85 percent of the land surrounding communities most at risk of fire is state, private or tribal land – not federal land. But money under this bill is directed almost exclusively to federal land.
Along with adding ice storms to the list of reasons to roll back environmental review and interfere with the independent judiciary, the committee-passed bill also added municipal watersheds to the areas exempted from environmental safeguards. This expansion means that many more logging projects far from communities will be exempted from important environmental reviews.
Being deprived of my blog right now would be akin to suffering extensive brain-damage. Huge swaths of acquired knowledge would simply vanish. Just as my TiVo frees me from having to watch boring television by watching it for me, my blog frees me up from having to remember the minutae of my life, storing it for me in handy and contextual form.
Cory Doctorow articulates his blog (and mine) in his article “My Blog, My Outboard Brain” It’s over a year old, but still very true.
[Listening to: Someday I Suppose - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Don’t Know How to Party ]
We were able to recover most everything off my bad drive, so I’m back in business. Only thing that I know are lost are all my installed fonts, but those can be found again as I need them.
The farm photos are back, too. I’ve been able to pre-load several days’ worth, so they should be there when you want to look at them. If you missed last week’s, you can always see them at the photolog main page. Or, I could just link them for you:
Want to talk to a couple nice FBI agents? It’s simple, really. Just read an article critical of FOX News in public at an Atlanta coffeehouse. They’ll do the rest. Or, you can report yourself by clicking here.
[Listening to: Times Like This - Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - Ghost of a Dog ]
Another sign that I’m a big ole geek:
The men’s restroom at my workplace has a Bucknard’s Everjamming Paper Towel Dispenser.
Be sure to check out today’s farm photo. Not only to you get a mediocre picture, you also get a haiku!
Unfortunately, there may not be more photos this week until I get my hardware back up.
The primary hard drive on my work computer, where I spend much of my computer time, died over the weekend. I’ve spent today installing a new drive and now have the long task of re-installing all of my applications ahead of me. There were a few things on the old drive that might be lost forever, though I’m holding out hope that I can recover the data. Among the missing: six years of email, many miscellaneous documents, twenty gigs of ripped CDs, and all of my digital photography. The only thing I’d really be upset at losing would be the photos.
Just yesterday I was pricing external hard drives so I could have a backup of all the pictures. Still can’t afford it. If I do manage to recover them, I’ll figure out a way to archive them. Burn them to multiple CDs, if nothing else.
Come tour Athens with guides Cindy Wilson and Keith Strickland of the B-52’s, courtesy of the Washington Post.
“Birds of a Feather…”
This week’s Photo Friday topic is solitude.
Is the key to peace in the Middle East for Israelis to pay rent to the Palestinians for land in the West Bank?
Sumac “lemonade” can be made by soaking a stalk of tightly-packed red sumac berries in a pitcher of cold water overnight. If you use hot water, you’ll get more tannin in your drink. Strain through several layers of cheesecloth to remove the berries and their hairs. Sweeten and drink. One source says to drink the sumac lemonade right after making it as the flavor changes rapidly. You can also make a hot drink with the berries and flavor it with maple syrup.
CU Herb Society Herb of the Month - February 2002
There are some who feel like that, you know, the conditions are such that they can drive slow in front of us there. My answer is bring them on. We got the force necessary to deal with the slow driver situation.
The aliens must recognize now that we have a real farm, as some wee ones came by the other night and made crop circles. They were small, about 10 feet across, and there were five of them. Amazingly, none of the crops were harmed during the making of the circles. Those wacky aliens!
Following the nifty new “what I’m listening to” link on my post below, I found this little anecdote about Jon Little, (former?) lead singer for the Ant Farmers.
Sunday was my eldest sister’s birthday. I hope it was a happy one, A! You’re not as old as I yet, but you’re getting there…
July 1st seems like a good time to end my “sabbatical” from this page. Thanks to those who wrote to me about my unannounced leave of absence!
The weather dried up for much of those two weeks, so pretty much every moment I wasn’t in the office was spent out in the fields. Planting is done, except for successive plantings of beans and an attempted late planting of melons and okra. It’s been a very frustrating year thus far at the farm. We’re still doing better than we did last year, but not nearly as well as I’d hoped. The play I found myself directing made me miss an early planting window that was followed by two months of continuous rain that kept the spring harvest low and pushed the summer crops way back. One consolation is that most of the other farmers missed the early window too, or only got a few things in. No one has more than a handful of tomatoes, for example, when normally there would be plenty. I’ve not even got a handful yet — only a few plants have made it to the first support wire on the trellising system. We have very few items to take to market right now, but it is the height of blackberry season so we’ve still managed to do all right. Even with a downpour that began right when I got home to harvest Friday and ended right as market closed Saturday afternoon, we sold out of everything we had.
The weather combined with the loss of several dear friendships over an egotistical fit really managed to damage my psyche. Normally, when I get to feeling low, I turn to two things to bring me around. Theater and gardening. [Don’t let the fact that I am prolific with both make you think I’m one depressed soul!] This time, both were denied me. Or at least robbed of their therapeutic qualities. Six weeks ago, I was in a deep dark funk — but I’m much better now. I’ve spent the last few weeks healing from the inside out. Part of that process included announcing that I wouldn’t accept a second term as theater president, and that surprised a few people. We are celebrating fifty years of operation this upcoming season, and many people had assumed I would continue to serve through next year. Of course dealing with events this spring took a lot out of me (I’ve now been on the board five consecutive years), but the real reason is timing. The main celebrations occur next April, and I’m not about to let the theater interfere with another year of gardening. April is when the farm keeps me the busiest, and that is what I’ll be doing.
So anyway, here I am!