Ban plastic bags? Selling plastic bags will be illegal. I love it. This should work win the war on drugs. Let me see if I have this straight. Make it illegal to sell drugs, mmnnn that doesn't work, crowds up prisons, that sort of thing, I got it. We'll ban plastic bags. Drug money buys planes, weapons, builds roads in the jungle, installs electricity in remote areas and Chicago is going all out against plastic bags to fight the war on drugs. http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/826059,CST-NWS-bagban05.article
Hmm, councils always get straight to the heart of the matter, huh. Guess they will have to......oh, maybe use bigger bags? tic tac boxes? I know, little teeny-weeny hemp bags. Genius at work. I know, raise fines for littering, that will stop all the druggies that werent busted from turfing baggies. You couldnt make this shit up.
Koi carp, eaten by the japanese, but "prize" fish are ornamental, go for tens of thousands. Using the well as your growbed, is that what you mean? Shit, dont do that. You have to manage the nitrate uptake, completely impossible in a well, the O2 dependant bacteria would cark it no matter what. Leaving you with dead fishies, and toxic water. Plus, its a well-thats your emergency resorvoir, if its full of anoxic fish crap and you suddenly need to fill the pool (which you will inevitably build) you cant, i dont like the sound of that at all. TFTD; Self sufficiency-its a lot harder than it sounds.
Chills. How exactly, do you "catch " a chill? Are they good eating, or is it simply an ancient version of a cold (influenza) , derived from poor nutrition-or is it actually mild hypothermia, attacking the immune system? Given the colloquial verse of simply being a cold, or being highly susceptible to flu, does this concept hold any water? 'Cause i would hate to catch a chill. Unless there really good eating.
Following some discussion on Ramsays kitchen nightmares, i decided to google the guy. Jesus christ, the man is a human dynamo- since '96, he's opened ten restaurants in britain, a few pubs, numerous international restaurants with more slated for this year, published more than ten books, a few of which were best sellers, and been in 3 succesful series, a couple of documentaries, with more of everything in the pipeline, with ongoing consulting work everywhere. All in twelve years or so-he is also 6'2", with size 14 feet. Damn. I wonder, he is investing heavily in his restaurants-is this an empire built on debt, or revolving credit? Hard to say, you would think a guy this smart knows better, but it's still a LOT of capital to put up. Regardless, its still amazing what he has accomplished. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Ramsay
We just don't have a job base in the country anymore. We used to have mfg. economy. Now our big ta da was mfg financial instruments to sell around the world, nice clean work, no enviromental impact statements, no unions, no inventory to control. Now this is going to be gone. The mfg work force went to wall mart for a job, where are the finance people going to find a job? You know where everyone in Detroit went when the auto maker laid off people? To the (horse) race track. Maybe casino stocks would be a good play. All these laid off financial wizards will be at the casino.
Well boy you hit the nail on the head Ac no sooner than did I get my grow bed up and running that i started to feel very light headed. I worked on new seeds and adjusting the 02 which i got down to undefinable levels in my sun porch. of course the breathing became difficult and my wife found me in a prone position complaining about the Government. Well after a big pitcher of lemonade I tweaked the levels of toxic waste and sent a garden hose out the window feeding the local brook. Now when I go back this Thursday I expect to find either a large plant in the sun room or a prized Koi birthed in the birthing tank. It is a very exciting time. Yes self sufficiency is very hard, I got the split cable and internet set up and the cheap ass Charter company makes you buy your own modem and I'm real bad with technology and I tried to bring back from the dead a very old mac running OS 9 and filled with my earlier travels through erotica and embedded with more Earthlink dial up software than you could imagine. Finding a psp number and typing in Charter Cable instead of Earthlink is not working, I am no where near the intertnet and yet I got my first bill for $50..... Now I'm stuck, I need a computernerd way up in Litchfield County Ct; one who won't comment on the large plants in my sun room or the exotic fish flapping about in the birthing chambers.... not an easy task and I haven't even started with the solar lights yet, which I hope to dot around the property and hide up in trees.... The large irish soda bread to be found in town can be used for several days straight even when stale so I get by on that little else, a country squire in need of a gardener, a planter in search of a seed, a fisherman trying to save exotic Koi fish while making a killing selling them to Japanese eateries that either display them or eat them, a man so in over his head on many levels that it's scary. ~ stoney
Im no aquaponic expert stoney, but im quite certain your not supposed to set up your system while tripping on acid I have strange ideas about cities, especially ridiculously enormous ones like nyc-i would assume a spill over effect, of all these skills, business and labour, potential, filtering out to hundreds of miles from the outskirts of suburbia. In reality, cities are a closed, insular unit, 30 mile from city limits you could be on the dark side of the moon often enough. I dont know if thats true where your at, but it seems a plausable concept. Take a sprouter, and a few loafs of sourdough bread, keep things kicking on. Whack a squirrel or two, bobs your uncle, you could get by for weeks! Mmmm...roast squirell. It cant be that remote, can it? You make it sound like your jerimiah johnson or something, the locals may wear flannelette shirts, (or louis vitton) but i think they may be insulted to be expected to know how to run mac OS9. TFTD; Live the dream, not the nightmare. To paraphrase Mark Twain, if you have plenty of ignorance, and confidence, success is assured.
TFTD; I havent looked at a chart for weeks ,and i feel great about it. All the cues i need, have been right here on ET, a good, reassuring thing given the vagaries of my system. If only i could follow it.
Ac it's good you didn't look at the charts a lot of them sort of looked good for a moment and you would of churned a lot of money chasing. If the answers were here on ET I would be happier. At times we are but one giant contrary indicator. Well the fish are dead. I'm really looking into ostrich farming-- don't laugh. I have just enough land that if no one is looking I can hide them in the forest. Then I pluck pluck pluck and no one gets hurt and I make some money. Not bad for country living. Obviously after this wild Koi fish fiasco no gaming authority in their right mind would let me do this but still there's a nice enough looking tribe-- bunch--- pack what do you call five ostrich anyway? A gaggle? on Ebay. I'm probably going to bid tonight after a little more Grapa. First damn weekend and my dog Clyde got a tick by the way. I think that's what it was, sort of a blood blister, well eight days later he's got another by then I had Frontlined but too late.... poor friend he's really hurtin all over AGAIN! This freakin' dog has had one drama event after another but we are back in the soup with a nasal infection of some sort and frekin blood coming out of his nose! which as you know Ac is not at all good when you are a long nosed dog... Clyde is a Rhodesian Ridgeback. The scary thing is with this Sinusitis the face can change and for Clyde his face is everything, very handsome dog. Anyway blood test back tomorrow for all the tic born illnesses and I kind of hope he has one, sounds weird but I don't want this to be some mystery, some poison mushroom he's a chompin' in the woods. Or dare I say the " c " word. Taking Clyde to the country is akin to plopping any inner city child into summer camp. I was hoping to rekindle his wild spirit. Or mine, I'm not sure which, but I really think it's his... that's how pathetically close I am to this dog but he was my first as they say, and will always be. ~stoney