I dig dirt.

From Map & garden

I’ve moved a lot of dirt making room for a measly four foot expansion of the cantina. It’s fun to chip away around the roots of a stump and eventually bring in the chainsaw and hack off a limb. It’s been raining a lot and I’m hydrologically challenged to figure out how to drain the water that is collecting in this hole.
Stuck inside I’ve been working on a garden map.

From Map & garden

A panorama:

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From Map & garden

From Map & garden

From Map & garden

I’ve been reading books about gardening and growing more confused by the page. My latest influence is Steve Solomon and his books, Growing Vegetables West of the Cascades, and Gardening When It Counts. I like the fact that he changed his mind while evolving through six editions of GVWOTC. And he has developed plans to garden without much irrigation. That would give me a chance to use the plastic containers I’ve been bringing home from the free box at the Coop. I didn’t quite know what I’d do with them but they seemed like they must be useful for something. Under his scheme I could poke a small hole in one and use it to slowly water a plant. I now have 33.

From Map & garden

Whoa, the sun is out. I’m digging it.

I’m done with working for wages. Leap Day was my last day and I enjoy my solitude and the chance to work consistently on my own projects in Shedville. People stress me out.
I’m eager to prepare The Cantina dance floor for a new round of Los Milongas del Bravos. I’m thinking of themed milongas where I produce a dish from the garden: Milonga de lo Asparagus Bravo, Pesto Bravo, Cilantro Bravo. I need to paint the floor and I thought I’d push out the west wall for a little more room.

From Tango grows garden

I want to make a seating area and that means moving the garden fence so I’m expanding the garden once again. I figure I can stretch my meagre supply of dirt by creating mounds instead of beds and planting squash that will have plenty of room to run wild.

From Tango grows garden

I’m eager to try the seeds that Carol Deppe (The Resilient Gardener) is selling this year. She has seven types — 1 corn, 3 beans and 3 squash. The garden is going to be packed because I had already ordered $100 worth of seeds from Territorial Seeds. And a friend gave me some blue potoatoes to try. I’ll have 5 potatoe varieties, 5 squash, 5 beans. With another big planting of Brussels Sprouts and the large shallot beds I planted in the fall, I’m feeling pretty resilient.
I have to design the Root Cellar. I plan to put it at the end of the back passage on the North side behind the New Barn.

From Back passage

I just read two books by Michael Perry, Coop and Truck. Excellent. He blogs at SneezingCow.com

I was working in the garden today laying out a path through a new garden area.

From Path soon taken

It became usable when I cut down a cedar whose roots were a problem.

From The Cedar must Fall

I also cut down three fir trees. I stood on top of the barn roof to cut down two of them, leaving stumps 12 feet high. Then I tore apart the barn and used the materials to build a shed roof next door. On the way I cut down the third fir.

From Path soon taken

I had built the barn using two live firs as uprights and arranging for the supports to slide on the trunks as the wind blew them about. That meant a lot of creaking during high winds. Which was fine until I moved in next door — into what had been the kitchen shed.
I decided to redo the barn completely so that I could have a larger southern view area that would look out onto the pond. Part of the plan is to include a root cellar over here. I also want to build a rocket stove/mass heater and I might experiment with building one here.

I love the increased light in the new living space. Free advice: in the Northwest build your house in the sun and not under the trees. The awesome window area is a delight and the stove easily offsets the cold from the heat drainage since the cabin is ony 12×16. It’s a little iffy below freezing but that doesn’t happen too often here. And the large porch with polycarbonate panels is working out well too. It’s not convenient to cook out there when it’s freezing but in the 40s it’s not bad.

From Drinks on the house

I’ve finally got my water filter system set up and next to it you can see my new flour mill. I’m working on whole wheat English Muffins. They’re convenient because you cook them on a griddle and I don’t have an oven.

From My muffins

The Tango Practice Room was under the trees.

From Los Bravos

And it was in a low spot AND I didn’t leave room for air movement under the floor so it was rotting. So I tore up the floor.

From Good-bye tango floor

A tool shed works fine with a dirt floor and the windows give me enough light to find things.

From Tool shed

I needed a place to store the stuff in the barn so I moved my most favorite vehicle of all time out of its resting place.

From Bringing the bus back

And I put it in what I thought was going to be the bicycle shop or the duck palace. Plan 11b is to use the van as a bedroom. I lived in it for some years as a home in between house sitting gigs. During the winter I would head down to Oaxaca, Mexico. When my nieces come to visit I’ll give the family my cabin and move out into the Van once again.

From VW van

All hail the Brussels Sprout!

From Brussels sprouts

I had a great crop this year and I’ve been enjoying giving them away before they turn woody. They can keep on the stem until March and I still have plenty for myself. Meanwhile the shallots are starting to sprout. By Jove, I think I’ve got a garden.

I have been frustrated for years in my drive to acquire sufficient compost. Some years I would get a little, but I yearned, I craved, I lusted, after more.
And now at last, AT LAST, I have reached satiation. I have enough goat shit and straw to mulch my garden and start a real compost pile that heats up.
Oh lord, my goal in life has been fulfilled, take me now.

From Nov 27 sun height, compost

Notice the impressive array of Brussels Sprouts in the background.

The population of Shedville is watching the occupy movement with skepticism but also foolish hope.

Without structure Occupy Wall Street is a blank upon which you can project your hopes and fears. I hope it is not just a move to re-set the thermostat on The Air-Conditioned Nightmare.

Therefore I was cheered by an article in the New York Observer: Occupy Wall Street and the Poetry of Now-Time –love the head line.

Of course we asked them about what everyone outside this movement—especially members of the media—seems want to talk about, and nobody on the inside is particularly concerned with: What do you all want? What are the demands? How do you know when you’ve won and can go home?

The poets were polite. They tried to answer. They were tired, as everyone is down there. Running on pure adrenaline. But these were the wrong questions, the ones you ask when you don’t yet get it. These were the questions of the world outside the park—the world of prose. Occupy Wall Street is actually, it turns out, occurring in the realm of poetry and spirit. It’s a sort of waking dream. Which is why it’s so strangely powerful and cannot be sneered away or shoveled over with cynicism (not that we didn’t try) or kettled into history, and may even survive the winter in New York.
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Mr. Marinovich marveled at the “immediate, urgent intimacy” he felt in the park, among the occupiers. “It’s completely natural and unforced,” he said, “and it has so much to do with the absence of money as a center, because when that’s not in the center, what is in the center we don’t know, and into that opening everything can flow.

Michael Albert reports on long term occupations.

But as days passed, and then weeks, it got too familiar. And it wasn’t obvious to folks what more they could do. There weren’t tasks to undertake. We weren’t being born anymore, we were dying. It was hard. For many it was impossible to keep learning and keep contributing. There was a will, but there was not a way. Folks didn’t have meaningful things to do that made them feel part of a worthy project. We felt, in time, only part of a mass of people.

After a time, many asked, why should I stay and listen to boring talks? Why should I be hugely uncomfortable and cut off from family and work, if I have nothing to do that is constructive, nothing that is empowering, nothing that furthers worthy aims? And so people started to attend less, and then to leave.

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What is the solution, I asked, in each new city, and we discussed possible answers.

Occupy but better yet, self manage, I was told. The former option is basically passive – the latter is active and yields tasks and opportunities to contribute.

Have occupations self manage and create innovations artistically, socially, and politically. Have occupations occupy indoors, not just outside. It is a leap, perhaps, but not much of one. In Barcelona and Madrid – some have tentatively begun occupying abandoned apartments and other buildings

He uses the term “self-manage” which I think is OK. I’m toying with “artful action”.

When I lived in The Nederlands I was struck cross-eyed by squatters taking possession of unoccupied buildings. But, but, but, but, I sputtered, but, IT’S PRIVATE PROPERTY. It took me quite a while to calm down and think about what is really important. In some cases the state allowed the squats to develop and I visited one that had been turned into apartments.
I think the concept of occupation offers a wealth of playful possibilities. However let’s give people time to adjust and let’s be artful.
Advocate occupations of abandoned property by imitating Jericho and march around the property singing. Do your homework, and do your publicity. Who is benefiting from that property being vacant? How could you get the use of a property from a supporter? What would it take to find a supporter to buy the property in the spirit of Random Acts of Kindness? Some $300,000 dollars has been donated. Use it to rent to buy and fix the property up.
Demonstrate discipline, demonstrate working class values, and use the resulting HQ as a post from which to occupy public spaces long term by visiting consistently and “occupy to rules”, making obvious the constraints officaldom puts on free speech.

At the heart of RealityPivots is a belief that the ‘insoluble’ problems we face are often the products of our stance toward the world. When I learned about debt jubilees it was a practical surprise but a theoretical confirmation.
Steeped in Science Fiction I’ve always tried to imagine solutions to world problems and it became obvious that hard science wasn’t sufficient. I tended to believe that a change in consciousness was necessary. And the influence of a song was my preferred method. At heart I’m just an old hippie blowing in the wind.
I imagine forays of OWSers surging through the streets singing La Marseillaise or Stout Hearted Men.
Serendipitously I ran across a blog post, The Great Change: What Occupy Wall Street can learn from the Singing Revolution that hits a similar note:

As we described in our post of May, 2010, White Nights and Chicken Skin, the Estonians seized on Solidarnosc’s momentum in 1991, with The Singing Revolution. As Soviet tanks attempted to roll back Estonian progress towards independence, the Estonian Supreme Soviet together with the Congress of Estonia proclaimed the restoration of the independent state of Estonia and repudiated Soviet anti-freedom legislation. Surrounding the Parliament building in Tallinn, Estonians of all walks, using the social networking tools of the day, spontaneously dropped their activities and converged, linked arms, sang and forced the hardliners out. By serving as human shields to protect radio and TV stations from the Russian tanks, these singing revolutionaries brought Estonia its independence without bloodshed. A counter-coup attempt failed amid mass pro-democracy demonstrations in Moscow.

To the barricades!