Science and Nature

Isn’t amazing how a person can dance all around a common theme without seeing it? It seems to me I’ve been doing that in my recent posts—both implicitly attack the authority inherent in many current systems. Yet I was clueless as to that until just now.

I don’t recall where I saw the link to the Harper’s article, The revolution will not be pasteurized: Inside the raw-milk underground, but I’m glad it came to my attention. The article is quite long, but very interesting, and mostly excellent. Oddly enough, it isn’t the subject of raw milk that leads me to write about the article.

A while back, Pint of Stout invited individuals to consider a question, and to share an answer to it. As his question was a neat bull’s-eye for me—something I have thought long and hard, and variously about for decades—I hereby accept his invitation and offer my ramblings to accompany his.

The least I can do is be considerate and put it behind the curtain so y’all aren’t unwittingly exposed to my nutty ravings.

Wow. I was out of town for a few days, and when I returned, the landscape had been transformed. Many waterfowl and songbirds had returned, and the snow had largely melted away. I thought that was a good thing—until I ventured into the basement.

... that leads to our door is covered with snow and ice.

Yep, you can peer into your genetic code, without a medical monopolist’s permission slip required, for just under $1,000 USSA. The company offering this deal is deCODE, in Iceland.

Over at The Boondocks, someone posted a recent ABC News story, Mercury-Containing Vaccine Vindicated. Since the toxicity of mercury is well established, I wondered what was behind that headline. Do I need to say that I was not impressed by what I found?

That’s life in a neat, tidy package, isn’t it? It seems to be for me, anyway: at any point in my life, I’m making progress in some areas, some more than others; in other areas I seem to be moving backwards; and in a few others I have either deliberately or accidentally routed around what I originally thought was the best course. Step into my cozy kitchen for an update, if you dare (more like if you’re in need of a soporific). But first, for anyone wondering which eddress to use to contact me, my primary one at this domain is the best bet at the moment. More on that over a cup of coffee or tea ...

Our sucky satlink is barely capable of handling one browser tab, so please forgive me for not being able to verify some of the statements I’m about to make.

Thanks to everyone who kindly let me know about the site being down yesterday. Dunno what the problem was (other than it being some kind of server glitch), but I hope it’s behind us for good. Anyway, that unpleasant discovery wasn’t the worst part of the day ...

That’s the story of my life right now; I returned to a garden on the cusp of bursting forth with produce. Most plants have begun their bursting, most notably the tomatoes. MAL and I have been eating tomatoes in just about every way I can think of, and we still can’t keep up with the tomato explosion! So today—despite my head being nearly full to bursting with essays and book reviews that really want to be written—today has been decreed by the tomatoes and peppers to be Canning Day. I’ll be making salsa out of them, mostly; I also plan to make and can some Italian vegetable stock; and our lovely landlady gifted me with about six pounds of blueberries and lots of delectable peaches. Some of the blueberries will be frozen, for making into fruit leather later; I’ll be making some blueberry-lime jam with the rest. MAL and I have been eating the peaches as they ripen, so I don’t think there’s enough left to make jam or preserves ... so I’ll make a pie with some, and freeze the rest for turning into fruit leather too.

Anyway, I know several of you are awaiting emails from me, and others have business items pending. Satlink daemons permitting, I will get back to that ASAP ... if I survive the tomatoes. At this point I’d lay even odds on my chances.

I don’t like to be the bearer of bad news ... but then, I’m not sure that what MAL and I witnessed the other day is in fact bad news. It certainly seemed to be an ominous sign, though.

Over the garden, that is. Despite the weather being hotter and drier than usual for this time of year, our little plot is flourishing. Follow me outside for a peek, if you’d like ...

If you’re thinking that just li’l ol’ you can’t make any difference in restoring liberty, here’s a video that might inspire you [best viewed with sound off, as there’s an awful laugh track and background music]:



(Direct link to vid on YouTube)

Spotted at My Left Wing.