Saturday, August 22, 2015
Twenty Bucks
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Boil the Breakfast Early
My Mother Always Told Me I Would Be a Stoop Blogger
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Profanity Laced Vegetation
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Separation Anxiety
This Shit Just Got Real
The Cat in the Hat
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Hell, with you, Grandmother
Hunter Gatherers Moving Towards a More Agrarian Society
exhibit 1
How many broccoli plants should you put in a planter? 'One' says the internet.exhibit 2
Same for peppers. Oh well. And I should thin them, I guess. But They seem happy together. I might move some over to the community garden, but I'm not going crazy. I fertilized today. First time and will probably do it every two weeks. Miracle Gro tomato formula, but should be good for most of it. The one crazy outlier in the Greek Oregano, Milos. He doesn't get watered every day. I water him when he wilts and he likes it. I mean I just heard you should do it that way, so I'm doing it that way. Gave him some fertilizer today, too. ll As far as soil, it's lot of Miracle Gro going on. Michelle used it and was a fan and it's all over the place. So yeah, mostly I'm using Miracle Gro potting soil. I got a big bag of Miracle Gro Garden soil and used that for a couple of things and it has...weeds? Check this out. The peas I planted are in yellow. The mystery plants have the red arrows pointing at them. "Well, Chimp," you say, "couldn't it just be something wind blown?" I thought that, but it's only the garden soil planters. Those with pure potting soil have none of this. "So weed 'em. More compost." Eh. Who knows? I might rid the bean plant invaders, but I think I'm gonna let the ones in the peas go and see what happens. This is really my first year of being a more agrarian person. I can fake it some, I guess, but I'm mostly seeing what happens. Not subscribing to a school. Not worrying whether my seeds are non hybrid, non gmo. ("Fitty cents? Hell yeah!") not worrying if the Miracle Gro people (Scotts) are in bed with Monsanto. I'm thinking about composting, y'know? I'm thinking about how I would go about composting in my situation. Now that the community garden is open to me, I could drop a full on high volume compost bin out there. But I was thinking about small footprint, no access to direct soil composting. I'm, like, thinking about running tests on how to compost in space on my front stoop because that's an Super Intelligent Chimp thing to do. Point is, I'm not talking best practices on this blog at all. Totally winging it. We'll see how it works. Make suggestions. Maybe I'll take them, maybe I won't. I'll say this, though. There is a satisfaction, a calm that you get from growing that garden. I've heard a few other people express this. My friend Gab's husband Barrett started growing herbs on his balcony and talked to me about how it made things make sense. I didn't get it at the time. Now I do. I'm going for a lot less fuss. I just want a tomato. Couple of potatoes. A cuke. I'm not looking to do this high yield. I just want to grow something and eat it and move beyond a hunter/gatherer.Self Watering Containers are Bullshit, but Still Cool
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
Naming Conventions
A De-luxe Apartment in the Sky
B.P.O.E.
But if you really want to know, my religious beliefs can be summed up with, "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claust. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished."
I ran down to 7-11 yesterday because I ran out of tomato sauce. Michelle was about to go looking for me, because I took longer than usual. I ran into a couple of Elks and also another Elk's son, whom I had met earlier in the day when I ran into that Elk right before the parade. I walk around town and know people now.Sunday, May 24, 2015
Sometimes People Forget I'm a Minister
Friday, May 22, 2015
Crying on the Inside
"Nuthin'"
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Accessorize
Gotta name my Strawberry plant Darryl
I'll probably be dead in a week
Stoop-id
Stoops and Stickball are not even parts of our youth. My youth. They are a thing that was before me and then we had porches and baseball and some part of the back yard you could grow tomatoes in. I got a stoop, though. so I'm going with it. Got a tomato plant.
I call him Yuri. There are some Communists I can admire. Yuri is some sort of Siberian Tomato that produces blackish fruit. I assume he's a tomacco plant. It got a little cold the other day and I said the hell with it. He's a Siberian tomato plant. "is not cold, is like what people in amerika think is cold" I'm pretty sure it gets colder in the CoT than in Siberia. But I might be wrong. Coldest place on earth is outside of Utica. Tonight I'll post a picture of the pimping of the stoop. There are lights, but it's too early. And a proper stoop would be much steeper, without the ramp. Americans with disabilities act. I'm all for it. More grow space. Easier on people who can't climb stairs. I'm all about evolving.