Casava starch/other edible packaging, too? Why not?

Jeremy Williams eats bugs. Well, he’s tried them — prepared as (unlimited!, high protein!) food.  He’s far more brave (as opposed to crazypants) than I, but otherwise, he’s a stunningly savvy young man who has his finger on the greener (conservation/ecology/sustainability) pulse of the world, and he provides so many feasible possibilities and initiatives already going on.

I was dismayed but not entirely shocked to read his first few lines in today’s post at his Make Wealth History ‘blog telling us that according to official reports, only about 2% of the world’s plastic is actually recycled. Guess where the rest goes.

As the meme says, we have to start caring about the kind of world we’re leaving to Keith Richards! Give Jeremy’s post a read and click around (I followed the plastic/packaging trail again today — I keep thinking there must be something we can do) for some great ideas to get behind.



A Re-blog: Kevin Zeese and Margaret Flowers: Climate Breakdown Is Happening Before Our Eyes

Vox Populi

Climate breakdown, as George Monbiot calls it, is happening before our eyes at the same time the science on climate change grows stronger and has wider acceptance. Hurricane Harvey, which struck at the center of the petroleum industry – the heart of climate denialism – provided a glimpse of the new normal of climate crisis-induced events. In Asia, this week the climate message was even stronger where at least 1,200 people died and 41 million were impacted. By 2050, one billion people could be displaced by climate crises.

Climate disasters demonstrate the immense failure of government at all levels. The world has known about the likely disastrous impacts of climate change for decades. Next year will be the thirtieth anniversary of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), which  operates under the auspices of the United Nations and was founded in 1988. The IPCC published the first of five reports in…

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I awoke thinking of all the (mostly contemporary) times/events from which peoples and nations have come back — and of the threats against the world’s inhabitants that never materialized (at least, not unto total decimation)… so far — though Africa needs help. As does our entire ecology.

It’s a good thing the anthrax (Ricin, Sarin) scare petered out.  Our “dedicated safe room” would’ve likely poisoned/killed us by radon instead. Plus, I never put up the plastic that would seal us away from OR into our doom. Also, there was little money for storing up canned goods and bottled water.  And Skybars..  Okay, everyone in the whole world who thinks they hate my fam, just behave yourselves, and we will, too, okay? Excellent!

In all other seriousness, though, I thought about the Civil War –who couldn’t? Really, leave the statues and mottos and the (non-serpentine) flag in place; it is OUR American history — there is no denying it, and we have to respect each other, as Lincoln so desperately wanted and thought possible.

We made it intrepidly, safely away from the King. Let us unite every time something tyrannical divides us. Let it not become Civil War ever again. Love can fly both flags, because love lost on both fronts, and there’s only one way to heal us from hatreds. Unity. That’s the only way to heal KKK-think… and Abu Ghraib-think, too. Dear, dear God!

I thought about the World Wars since then (and before), about the abomination that was the Holocaust, about the abomination that was Fat Man and Little Boy, about the abomination that was internment. About the abomination that was (and for now, still is) abortion. I thought about the abomination that was (and still is, even here) slavery. Blacks have been freed, but only from ownership. Native Americans are still held.

I thought about plagues and influenzas and polio. Hansen’s disease, AIDS, and SARS. I think about starvation and pernicious hunger, miseries from dirty/lack of water, armed children. I think about imprisoned children who are not classified as people — whether actual youngsters, or folks like those in Gitmo.  Somebody, receive them ALL, please. These are people. We KNOW this. Let me assure you as do many others: the military in ANY nation falls short of glory, just like ALL mankind.  Very short, sometimes. We set out to raise up peoples, our own, first — we can’t raise up anyone if we won’t rise. Abolish ALL the Gitmos. No more reservations. No more ICE, too. We are savages. We don’t have to be, we are not locked into anything — we just need to THINK — but more importantly, the Alpha and Omega is watching. What on earth made us forget that the least of these are HIS people??

Ethnocide, tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, tornadoes … the nations remain.

JFK, MLK Jr., Bobby, Johnson/Vietnam, the deliberate killing of Terri Schiavo, JP II’s long standoff with hell and air-suckingly-black mind-breaking goodbye … we made it through the horror.

The Year 2000 scare, 9/11, the Mideast… Oh, we are buried up to our necks in the Mideast for the foreseeable, and with this Administration, perhaps in many other nations as well. We can help decide that, only with individual and collective courage.  Impeach any and every hate-monger (/who buys his way into public office)and then do away with the two-party system. It’s become a one-party system, fatality-wise. One wars on other nations’ PEOPLE for profit; one wars domestically on wo\men and children and family itself! Let’s give that third idea a little room to expand.

Who ever thought we would recover from 9/11? We’re okay.  Do we see that?  It’s time for us to help de-9/11 potential others (especially if we’re their bombers). All we have to do is agree on that. (And limit our wild appetites — something only we can do. “Live simply, that others may simply live.” It could not be said more simply!)

And change immigration laws to make “legal” status a little more affordable and quicker. Most of us jump to conclusions about that — I suggest we all look into it. The last I knew (years ago), it takes many years and thousands of dollars and a lawyer.

Refugees? Listen, you, too, can tread on me and mine a bit — most all of us started out rough, too.  We got lucky. We work hard and suffer, but we also got lucky. There’s enough of that to share, and sharing life and means is the only proper thanks-giving. Meanwhile, we have to at least act decently toward all. That’s the bottom line. We have fooled ourselves long enough with our alleged protections from whatever. Our souls are taking a direct hit — and others die from it.





Not everybody’s working for the weekend

Sort of a microcosm of America, there, all within walking distance.

A pond that is often fished, whose downstream dam still runs (though its mill doesn’t), surrounded by campsites; working farms replete with John Deere equipment leaving hay rolls around to dry on the rolling hills; the big courthouse; the big jail; an animal doctor; an animal shelter; a doggie daycare; a halfway house for opioid survivors; a home for the aged; a shooting range, and.. a hospice.

There was a family over there this eve during my first break. Judging by how far away from the hospice parking lot they walked, I imagined that their loved one had died. They appeared to be adult children from where I sat, and lost as kittens. Then, I think someone called them back in, as they moved rapidly as one toward the front door. When I came out on my second break, they were leaving in three vehicles. They all drove slowly, especially the leader. Gently. To somewhere. Somewhere else, now.

And both break times, my little couple passed by the doors. She’s getting better. I could hear her talking, and down by the three-way, he pretended he wanted to go left and she was tugging him right, and you see how much better she is, now — they were joking with each other! Her gait is still stiff, but she’s not, and he’s not. They are two as one, again, no longer the one as two.

And three seagulls found something irresistible above a parked combine or hayrack or whatever the thing was over in that field. They swooped and circled over and over, and I had to go in before they showed me what in a hay field would hold a seagull’s attention. But it didn’t matter; I had already lived three lifetimes by then, because on my way over, I’d passed a different couple than last week’s, this one had a little girl with them, fishing from the bridgeway at the prettiest part of the pond.

As I came out at last, I saw a man in a black pickup across the length of the parking lot steady his camera on his truck bed side to photograph the startlingly beautiful sunset.  Solid, delineated pink and brilliant orange hues nestled into the soft gray dove feathers of dusk. You see why I stay there, all but a (too-tired) pauper for it. I would miss all this, and the deer, the turkeys, the baby robins, the hawk, the owl, a handful of coyotes, crow dances, the snapping flags, sweetly whispering trees, a mockingbird..


This’n’that, here’n’there

I took photos of the back yard that would mean something to DH — his plantings are thriving — and sent them to him:


(Bee balm and tomatoes; basil; more tomatoes; raised bed with squash — chipmunk got all the other stuff; and some plant he’s training up the ancient step-ladder he cut into 3 pieces, riveted, and made an arbor of.. which stands over the cat’s grave. In this growth, I see either squash leaves or grape leaves as well — I think. When we first moved here, we had concord grapes –until the birds noticed the ripe ones up high; they could just be squash-y leaves, though).

These I did not send, but here are “before” photos of the newly proposed paved ramp and trail head with benches, bus shelter, etc. (I haven’t shown the water footage below it will cut into), across the street — all abutted by a 90,000 gal. propane tank. Please, let that bus not swerve too much… Listen, if they could fit the 5-building, 13-unit condos on a strip of railroad tracks with bushes that were between this house and the next one up, they can do anything.  I should probably be thankful that the propane tank makes an airstrip impossible!!!


And these I just liked. My ancient phone’s camera is nowhere near as good as a camera, but that’s okay; my tags never include “Photography”!..

These 4 have captions. Gosh, how long have I been here, and I’m STILL getting used to WP functions??!

[Oh, and.. I probably won’t get a chance to post tomorrow, so don’t read this post until then, ok? Ok.]