tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178817272008-02-22T18:29:51.126-09:00An Agrarian PlowshareScott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-70741410135473522482007-09-06T17:21:00.000-08:002007-09-06T18:44:47.179-08:00Passings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RuCof7uyqkI/AAAAAAAAABM/iaCWUtyA1QI/s1600-h/Pavarotti_Portrait.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RuCof7uyqkI/AAAAAAAAABM/iaCWUtyA1QI/s400/Pavarotti_Portrait.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107267244001503810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="huge">Children should be given the chance to play instruments, to sing.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span class="bodybold"> Luciano Pavarotti</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Pavarotti was born in Modena, Italy. His father was a baker and his mother worked in a cigar factory. As a young man, Pavarotti sold insurance to pay for voice lessons. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaufjDVYivc">Listen Here</a>.<br /><br />The great singer was also known as an equestrian expert, organizing one of the international show jumping circuit's most important competitions, the Pavarotti International, in Modena. Coinciding with that event, Pavarotti also staged an annual charity concert, Pavarotti and Friends. A gifted singer who shared his voice with the world, Farewell.<br /></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-81695222154835538982007-09-05T15:36:00.000-08:002007-09-05T16:15:46.969-08:00Passings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/Rt8-T7uyqjI/AAAAAAAAABE/sv5cqGesjnE/s1600-h/alfred_peet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/Rt8-T7uyqjI/AAAAAAAAABE/sv5cqGesjnE/s400/alfred_peet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106869014633818674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When Alfred Peet opened his shop in Berkeley in April, 1966 he started a coffee revolution. Nobody had ever seen top-quality coffee like this roasted in this unique style in America. The corner of Walnut and Vine quickly became a gathering place for UC Berkeley grads, undergrads, and faculty as well as local intellectuals, radicals, writers, musicians, artisans and any number of the colorful people who still make up Berkeley today. Mr. Peet was born in Alkmaar, Holland on March 10, 1920 and died in Ashland, Oregon on August 29, 2007.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Mr. Peet was the originator behind the idea of a company many may be familiar with Starbucks. In fact he sold them their first year of coffee and taught the original owners what he knew about coffee.<br /><br />He scoured the West Coast from Vancouver to Palo Alto looking for a suitable location for a high-quality coffee roastery before a friend told him that she knew the right place for him, right across the Bay in Berkeley. He installed a small roaster in the shop’s back room, and the revolution began.<br /><br /> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">As Peet’s in Berkeley flourished, Mr. Peet opened additional stores in Menlo Park (1971), on Piedmont Avenue in Oakland (1978), and another in Berkeley across from the Claremont Hotel (1980). By the time he retired in 1983, Peet’s had a cult following from coast to coast, and many of his devoted fans continue to insist on Peet’s.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">In his own words, when asked to recount his life’s story, Alfred Peet responded simply,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">“The coffee tells my story.”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >I like that quote, his passion for his product reflected in his life & culture and it worked for him. The labor of love became his life story and in so doing he affected, taught and inspired those around him. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-13448168479573304742007-09-03T14:24:00.000-08:002007-09-03T14:57:02.382-08:00Cow Pot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtyJ47uyqiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j60yp8ytve4/s1600-h/cowpots2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtyJ47uyqiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j60yp8ytve4/s320/cowpots2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106107688730929698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />No we're not suggesting anything illegal here on the Agrarian Plowshare. This product comes from <a href="http://www.freundsfarmmarket.com/cowpots/whatiscowpot.html">Freund's Farm</a> an idea that much like <a href="http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-invented-granola-bars.html">Herrick's invention</a> of the granola bar makes me say "Why did I think of that!". Now before you ask the myriad of questions - no they don't stink, yes you can handle them - and yes they do from a strictly non scientific testing perspective seem to work quite well. Having acquired one of these over the weekend at my fathers house, I gave it the perfunctory sniff & feel, sorry if you want to know how they taste you'll have to get your own and try.<br /><br />As to their effectiveness, judging from the thick high stalks of several robust tomato plants grown side by side with tomato plants not rooted in the pots the difference is visual and obvious. Now it doesn't surprise me (and should not you) that things grown in good aged manure will grow well, that's a given. Kind of like saying a bottle of water quenches your thirst. The containment of the root base to the source of nutrients may have a more positive effect in concentrating the nutrients, uneducated application to thought here but seems plausible.<br /><br />I don't think I'd be planting an entire row of these things, as the input factor would be tremendous, but for the small gardener it just might supply a backyard bonanza for next summer's harvest. Something to consider. I am going to give my own independent test here at home with the one acquired from my dad and give it a grow light application next to several test plants to see how it performs. Until next time..................Regards.<br /></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-74117617331815918962007-08-27T18:40:00.001-08:002007-08-27T19:27:51.185-08:00Market Economics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtOLKLuyqhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V865XgFU_A8/s1600-h/farmers+market.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtOLKLuyqhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V865XgFU_A8/s320/farmers+market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103575809804904978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />Aside from the dot-com bubble of the 1990s, I can think of no great boom in American history built more on enthusiasm, and less on profit. </span> <span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">~Tom Phillpott</span><br /><br /></span><br />While listening to a song over at <a href="http://logcabinhomestead.blogspot.com/2007/08/country-song-portrays-situation-of.html">Log Cabin Homestead</a> I couldn't help but think of <a href="http://www.grist.org/comments/food/2006/08/16/local/">this article</a> which looks at the economics of local farmers markets and the current state of small scale farming:<br /><br /><br /></span></span>"The overall income picture for small commercial farms is dismal. Key USDA stat: Farms with annual revenues between $10,000 and $99,000 -- which describes the vast majority of farmers' market vendors -- have an average operating profit margin of<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> negative 24.5 percent</span>.<br /><br />Simply put, small farms lose money, and their losses are financed by the off-farm incomes of the families that run them. From this angle, so-called sustainable farming looks like a precarious enterprise.<br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>Why, then, do farmers' markets and CSAs continue to grow and multiply? Why do people still farm? The local-food revival, it seems to me, runs on passion: people's desire for connection to the seasons, to the soil that feeds them, to powerful flavors that can't be manufactured with chemicals or preserved over 1,300-mile delivery hauls. Aside from the dot-com bubble of the 1990s, I can think of no great boom in American history built more on enthusiasm, and less on profit.<br /><br />Yet passion has practical limits (as investors in, say, Pets.com learned in 2000). For local farms to supply significantly more than 2 percent of the nation's produce (or meat, dairy, and eggs, for that matter), small-scale farming will have to become an economically viable activity.<br /><br />Some optimists argue that market forces are already quietly working to achieve that goal. The argument goes like this: surging consumer demand for local food -- coupled with rising energy costs -- has convinced the large supermarket companies to rethink their far-flung supply chains and seek out small-scale producers near individual retail outlets. These corporate buyers will pump cash into local farm economies across the nation, reviving the fortunes of small-scale farmers.<br /><br />Certainly, evidence for this scenario abounds. The phrase "local is the new organic" has become commonplace. Having turned organic food into another consumer fetish drained of much of its original meaning, the big corporate retailers are setting their sights on "local" cache. Shoppers entering Whole Foods outlets can hardly grab a basket without reading "buy local" propaganda."<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I think much of what the writer states and then glosses over is summed up well in these words:</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">People's desire for connection to the seasons, to the soil that feeds them, to powerful flavors that can't be manufactured with chemicals or preserved over 1,300-mile delivery hauls.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now apart from economics of mammon there is the dynamics of home economics which can be found in Wendell Berry's works, a collection of fourteen essays, which can be found here: <a href="http://www.cumberlandbooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=256">Home Economics</a> at Cumberland Books, a great source for literature and writing. Where the root of economics is stewardship through proper household management. This being the greater good, if you will or the driving "Why" behind what has become an agrarian push to the shove of modern societies "madness of the masses". To know what benefit it is to live with ones own, spend time in common tasks and instill value to the soul of sons and daughters so that they to may live to do likewise from generation to generation. Until next time..............</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;">To live is not to pass time, but to spend time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></div></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-43046413840856688262007-08-26T14:37:00.001-08:002007-08-26T17:44:21.998-08:00Promise Land<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtIAxbuyqgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RTDU-zPrsew/s1600-h/Land1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtIAxbuyqgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RTDU-zPrsew/s320/Land1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103142177021798914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:12px;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“While waiting for a Moses to lead us into the promised land, we have forgotten how to walk”</span></h1><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">~Wendell Johnson</span></span></span><h1> </h1><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Though this may not be the promise land of biblical times it is certainly a sight for sore eyes and tired, weary hearts to rest. This neglected bit of property resides a half hours drive from our new abode, and although it is a bit overgrown, untended and seated with a collapsing barn devoid of salvage, apart from some weather worn boards and a metal bed frame & posts (as well other treasures that amass in old abandon barns) is a welcome sight to our agrarian hearts.<br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It will take prayer and a bit of mammon to acquire, but even if this is not the parcel we purchase in the end, it is seated in the heart of a community that holds values dear to our hearts and that's farming, fields & family. Time will tell.......................until next time..............Regards.</span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-38448805473850574192007-08-25T14:38:00.001-08:002007-08-25T15:16:00.998-08:00This Old House, Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtCvm7uyqfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6gFsB-ltQW8/s1600-h/OurHouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RtCvm7uyqfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6gFsB-ltQW8/s320/OurHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102771461214611954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One would think that after such a long absence I might have a nice agrarian dream photo to post here........(well I do, but that's is for another day) After several months of dislocation and a protracted attempt at brokering a deal to sell our residence in Catskill, NY we are about settled here in upstate NY (a bit farther north) in Gloversville, NY.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Brooke, I and "Digger" moved north and a tad bit westward to be closer to the area in which we hope to acquire land and make our "Final Stand" if you will for a time. Till such time as the land deal is brokered we reside in this modest abode here in Gloversville, NY having sold just before this nationwide 'pandemic' of sorts struck the housing market. One might say it felt like walking our of a burning building and tossing the keys to the fire marshal on the way out!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Without deviling into particulars we were of good fortune enough to purchase this home for less than the cost of a what many Americans would pay in today's market for a new automobile. Thus we have the ability to increase our savings to purchase some well sought after 'Genuine Cow Pastured Farmland'. Lord Willing.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Now with a new cable modem connections (sans the cable channels I.E. Boob Tube) hopefully I can get back at this journal of sorts. Though I have to admit the old melon is a tad bit rusty as of late. Most of what I've been writing has be financially related to the markets and company assets. Which after "nailing" this housing crisis catastrophe to the barn side back in 2006. I would summarize my financial investment recommendations for 2008 in two words: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Buy Gold!</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I look forward to "catching up" with allot of the familiar folks and the myriad of posts I have missed as well I am interested to see what new faces have joined the agrarian bandwagon in my absence. <br /><br />I already got my first chuckle & grin as I read the writings of "<a href="http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/">The Maggot Guru</a>" and his unique perspective on <a href="http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-chicken-feed.html">FREE Chicken Feed</a>. Regards.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-74048040443268943492007-02-20T21:24:00.000-09:002007-02-20T22:31:08.324-09:00This Old Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RdvmjIrJqtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/opCqJL9leRM/s1600-h/Vizsla_Puppies_3_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RdvmjIrJqtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/opCqJL9leRM/s320/Vizsla_Puppies_3_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033870499814943442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span class="bodytext"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This old man, he played one</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He played knick-knack on my thumb</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With a knick-knack paddywhack,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Give your dog a bone</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This old man came rolling home</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bodytext">Well, one of theses pups ain't like the other one, ain't like the other one, one of these pups ain't like the other one......... because one of them came home. Just in case you might be wondering what side of the earth I might have dove off.... (knew it was <span style="font-weight: bold;">FLAT</span>, didn't ya) Well I took a long walk off the Puppy Pier back August '06. The better part of which time has been spent 'puppy training' or better said, "Just plain enjoyin' my dog!"</span><br /><br /><span class="bodytext">Now I can not say for certain which of these fellows is our dog "Digger", but if I was guessin' I'd say it is the fellow to the far right. Now this photo was taken some where round the 6-8 week mark by Frank at <a href="http://www.southsidedogs.com/">Southside</a> Stables, who is the breeder of some fine animals. Brooke & I both would give him a <span style="font-weight: bold;">4 star rating</span> for top quality dogs & service. I've include a link to his web site at South Side Dogs above if you care to visit or are interested in a dog. Though we receive no renumeration, I'd appreciate it if you told 'em we recommended you, as one good turn deserves another! </span><br /><br /><span class="bodytext">Now mind you, Digger's a Vizsla Pup going on 7 months old, a wee bit bigger and few pound heavier now (about 55 lbs <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">heavier!</span>) So some what like kids, "<span style="font-style: italic;">boy do they grow up fast</span>." Now our 60 lb wonder - wonders why he can be a "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Lap Dog</span>"? You'd have to have the lap of the Jolly Green Giant to accommodate him. Not the breed for someone who likes 'small dogs'.</span><br /><br /><span class="bodytext">As the nursery rhyme goes '<span style="font-style: italic;">give your dog a bone</span>', well this 'pup' will work through one in few short hours! As for 'this old man' today (Tuesday) was year 39 for T.S.O.E. (You figure it out)</span><br /><br /><span class="bodytext">So I'll get my weary bones to bed, and say good nite. Will post a more current photo of the dog later this week, if I can "Catch a Good Pose". Till then, Regards.</span><br /></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-69602782751919212652007-02-17T16:32:00.000-09:002007-02-17T16:42:07.695-09:00Bad Potatoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RdesnIrJqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ErasSpTN920/s1600-h/cabpot0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgjmHg1rHho/RdesnIrJqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ErasSpTN920/s320/cabpot0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032680896953166530" border="0" /></a><br /><h1><br /></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">One potato, two potato, three potato, four,<br />five potato, six potato, seven potato more.<br />Icha bacha, soda cracker,<br />Icha bacha boo.<br />Icha bacha, soda cracker, out goes Y-O-U!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <h1><br /></h1><h1><span style="font-size:85%;"> Suppressed report shows cancer link to GM potatoes</span></h1><br /><br /><h1 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span> </h1> <h3 style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">By Colin Brown, Deputy Political Editor <o:p></o:p></span></h3> <h4 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Published: 17 February 2007</span> <o:p></o:p></span></h4> <span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><div id="bodyCopyContent">Campaigners against genetically modified crops in Britain last are calling for trials of GM potatoes this spring to be halted after releasing more evidence of links with cancers in laboratory rats. [<a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/health_medical/article2278044.ece">Story Follows</a>]<br /></div></span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1158464542827857082006-09-16T19:42:00.000-08:002006-09-16T20:02:16.616-08:00GM CROPS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/pharmcorn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/pharmcorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">GM CROPS</span></strong><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />America is awash in genetically modified crops that already have been approved for use both as animal feed and for human consumption. This year, 61 percent of all corn and 89 percent of all soybeans planted in the United States were GM varieties, the USDA estimates. More than 80 percent of the US cotton crop is also GM.</span></em></span><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >In a news article entitled </span><a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0831/p15s01-sten.html"><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >when genetically modified plants go wild</span></strong></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >, published in the Christian Science Monitor, even their advocates are expressing growing concerns regarding GM crops. If you have not kept pace with events, it should also be noted, Monsanto Company (MON) and Delta and Pine Land Company (DPL) announced that they have signed a definitive agreement whereby Monsanto will acquire Delta and Pine Land Company for $1.5 billion in cash. The transaction was unanimously approved by the Boards of Directors of both companies and is subject to Delta and Pine Land shareowner approval, antitrust clearance, and customary closing conditions. As most investigative reporters will tell you, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Follow the money....."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">While most of us don't bother to reflect on where the corn in the box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes or the rice in a box of Uncle Ben's Converted Rice come from, when we grab it from the supermarket shelf, they all must originate with seeds.</span></em></strong><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >This is such a chilling revelation - that the farmer's ability to re-grow crops will depend on buying new seeds every season from a corporation. The corporate control on our ability to eat will become complete - at a time when cooperative farming may be the only way people will have left to survive the petrol-collapse era. This sheds new light on the importance of <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines06/0112-06.htm">Norway's Archipelago Project</a>, although an individual effort and independent local efforts are more of grater importance than a concentrated source. Let's hope that the genetically modified seeds cannot contaminate normal plant seed production or that will eventually mean certain doom.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >To understand the depth of this announcement and to get a greater context of the history of the Terminator Seed Program you can read this </span><a href="http://www.engdahl.oilgeopolitics.net/GMO/Monsanto/monsanto.html"><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >article here</span></strong></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >, by F. William Engdahl. Being aware of these policies and their future course on world events may not stop these events from occurring, but educating yourself and then others can have a significant impact on you, your family and the future of our local communities. Never underestimate the power of one. </span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Regards.</span>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1155285582754044822006-08-11T00:39:00.000-08:002006-08-11T00:50:44.473-08:00McMoney<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/bigmac203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/bigmac203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">According to a new survey by the banking giant, UBS.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"In the US cities of Los Angeles, New York, Chicago and Miami, a maximum of 13 minutes' labor is needed."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The bank calculated the "weighted net hourly wage in 14 professions" and divided it into the local price of "a globally available product", for which it chose McDonald's premier hamburger.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Wages only become meaningful in relation to prices - that is, what can be bought with the money earned,"</span></span> it said.<br /><br /><a href="http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/international.cfm?id=1165922006">Article Here</a>.<br /><br />I found this article interesting in lieu of the discussions going on at <span style="font-weight: bold;">How Many Miles from Babylon</span>, and recent posts: <a href="http://milesfrombabylon.blogspot.com/2006/07/think-horses.html">Think Horses</a>, <a href="http://milesfrombabylon.blogspot.com/2006/07/unlike-coin.html">Unlike Coin</a>, and <a href="http://milesfrombabylon.blogspot.com/2006/08/right-hand-left-hand.html">Right Hand Left Hand</a>.<br /><br />When considering monetary wages, one ought to consider the base question: <a href="http://wfhummel.cnchost.com/">What is Money</a>? The prospect of the answer is something that will frighten the less the stout of heart. Much of what we in the United States accept as money is far a field from that which our forefathers knew it to be, and of little value than what our forebears just three or four generations handled, spent and counted. Until the issue of the “Amero” [Click on <a href="http://oldfraser.lexi.net/publications/critical_issues/1999/amero/section_03.html">Link</a> – I dare you!] Sit back and learn a lesson or two from history, “The Money Masters” <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5934921769808130035&hl=en">PT1</a>, <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2760315811079341402&hl=en">PT2</a>, <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3099667642529398861&q=money+masters&hl=en">PT3</a> an interesting video series. I cannot say that I agree with the conclusions drawn on all accounts, but it is a sobering view for the wanton spending and gluttonous consumption or society finds it’s self in today.<br /></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1154675405984360532006-08-03T23:10:00.000-08:002006-08-03T23:26:25.536-08:00Economy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/NewCar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/NewCar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Economy</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Inspired by Herrick’s <a href="http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/2006/07/vacation-is-over.html">recent post</a>, I thought I’d share some more NY economics of note. Having just purchased our "new" car. Pictured here at the family mechanic’s house (my father) all shined and ready to roll. This 1983 classic is a Chevy Citation with 2/55 air conditioning standard. It’s engine has 78,000 original miles, and a gentle used price of $300 (tires included) we count ourselves fortunate. We originally purchased it to replace our 1995 Toyota Corolla 4 door truck/sedan (as we use it to haul just about everything) but after passing mile marker 200,000 over 38,000+ miles ago, I figure it's good till 300K or more, who knows? </span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Now, I don’t suppose I’ll be the envy of the Joneses or those who prefer to sport the “new” hybrids vehicles on the market today for eco-coconscious consumers. Just that when you add the difference in <span style="font-weight: bold;">MPG</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">vs. the cost</span> of a new hybrid + full coverage insurance + deprecation + new car maintenance – less any additional repair cost for an ‘older’ vehicle, sans the worry of the “first scratch”. I’d say we’re a wee bit a head of the game, especially since this one came complete with some rust & a dent. Now the one drawback, as I mentioned is the 2/55 air conditioning (as our “steed” has the older R-12 refrigerant and production of R12 ended December 31, 1995) so I’d be hard pressed to find the stuff these days. The 2/55 air equation works like this: “Roll down 2 windows – go 55 mph”. I suppose if need be I might try a design like this</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Air.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/400/Air.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Hey, if it’s hot enough – “</span>Necessity, who is the mother of invention<span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >” ~Plato</span>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1154231647502585932006-07-29T19:54:00.000-08:002006-07-29T20:44:08.913-08:00Under Siege<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/First1_Boom.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/400/First1_Boom.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><br />Under Siege</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >When the first explosion struck the village, it was sometime after 10 at night. Most people were caught unaware. It seemed not days ago, the artillery sounds emanated from the ten o’clock news </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >not </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >next door. What had happened? There was nothing, not one warning from Washington or Albany that such events could or would unfold so quickly – </span><strong><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >with out warning.</span></em></strong><br /></div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Catskill was a small village, of little importance – socially or economically – there were no political unrests, uprisings or factions. Half way between NYC and Albany, hardly a ‘Mecca’ of any sorts for the “hot bed” of activity it would soon become, a village under siege – a village of victims, the first to be reported as causalities of war. A war we did welcome or want, </span><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >this </span></em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >in the United States of America. Martial law was declared the next day, the elections were suspended and life as we once knew it to be – had changed – forever.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >The date was Saturday July 29th 2006, not unlike any Saturday numerous weeks before, no special numbers for this one 9/11 – 7/7. The papers the next morning read</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" > </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;" >CATSKILL COUGHT UNAWARE</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >A headline several hundred of the townsmen would never get to read…………</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Now that never happened</span>, and sure it might make a great piece of fiction, but really, such an event when we look to the world around us...... cannot we but at </span><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >least </span></em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >consider the ramifications of empire. These were the real events that took place in the village this evening</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Corn_N.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/Corn_N.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Amidst the thundering repeat of explosions, I couldn’t shake the thought that one day as the farmers say the “chickens will come home to roost”.</span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1153195300586341402006-07-17T20:01:00.000-08:002006-07-24T08:25:44.476-08:00Chicken Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/C.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/400/C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Chicken Man</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >…………………..and for my next trick, I will attempt to balance this chicken on the little boys head!</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Ok, so nothing quite magical about that, but not all nephews have an uncle who will bring pet chickens to the ‘burbs’ of Albany. So, I have been dubbed “The Chicken Man” unofficially by my family and neighborhood kids – in quite whispers, they go by……..(to a friend) ‘here’s where the chicken man lives……….’ Life is good!</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >So what are you known for? Is it so bad to be the chicken man, the milkman, or farmer Scott? Not at all! We are known for few things in life; so many of our fellows are known for less – such as a corporate title or occupation. When asked “who are you?”, in a social setting how do most people respond – I’m an (insert title here) for (insert corporation or state agency here), perhaps it’s some other blather. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >All things considered, </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >“The Chicken Man” </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >is not such a bad title to have, after all Mr. Bean & Mr. Coffee makes me feel like some cheap imitation. Besides coffee & compost, I raise a few birds. Guys got to have hobbies!</span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1153088447947759862006-07-16T14:20:00.000-08:002006-07-17T07:00:50.033-08:00COMPOST<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Compost1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/Compost1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >COMPOST</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Well enough of the cow themes for the while, though I was tempted to comment on the recent article today about Canada’s latest folly. I’m sure you’re all quite aware. I wanted to touch upon a subject that I’ve given a lot of attention to lately in my pursuits and endeavors. Some thing dear to my heart – compost. Recently while purveying a link over to <a href="http://www.polyfacefarms.com/">Joel Salatin’s site</a>, I was checking his reading list and came across a title that he gave high mention to, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0908228015/ref=ase_piggybackcom/103-6908959-0959045?s=books&v=glance&n=283155&tagActionCode=piggybackcom">Permaculture: A Designers’ Manual</a> by Bill Mollison. I’m sure several of you are familiar with his work & writings, for those who are not it would be time well spent researching some of his interviews and articles online.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Several months ago I acquired a few Red Wigglers from <a href="http://www.acmewormfarm.com/">Acme Worm Farm</a> (great folks!) with intent on the propagation of compost in hopes of learning more on soil make up and health. Having several “sick soils” when we first moved to this property, I decided to see if I could turn things around with out the dumping of chemicals or a large expenditure in top soil. Now granted when you talk soil, you talk chemistry, and it would be falsehood if I were to lead you to think there’s no science involved here or that it was some form of shamanism, gnomes or magical thinking. We just purposed that we wouldn’t dump synthetics on the soil, pesticides or weed killer to tame the lame, anemic earth. Heavy clays in which only the heartiest weeds and seeds survived, lack of nutrients and compression filled the forty, that was to be our backyard.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >The first year was our garden tester, as we tilled up a third of the soil and laid in amaranth, tomatoes, and peppers hot & sweet. We planted grapes, beans and corn. Carrots were late and like the corn came to naught. Also note, the corn we planted the first year was GMO corn that was not even a “good mule”. Disappointed but not daunted, I tried again this year, to far better results – GMO FREE!</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Now we have plated 80% of our soil to corn, pumpkins, tomatoes, potatoes, and grapes in the second year, cucumbers, lettuces and mangled beets. As well an assortment of flowers and fauna adorn the outer edges of our crops. We have soil enhancers operating under cover and producing 24/7 – our chickens & worms! I have three composting venues for our soils, plant matter, chicken manure and household disposal & vegetable matter which is feed direct to the “incubator” for the worms. One of the most prolific feeds or bedding starters for the red wigglers is shredded and soaked newspaper mixed with coffee grounds. I pulp the newsprint after soaking it for two to three days in a five gallon bucket of water with a stucco mixer on a portable drill. Gets it to the beginning of the break down cycle before introducing it to the worms. All this helps reduce the “trash” run we make to the dump. Most of what we produce in our household’s here in the US can follow the motto of “Reuse, Recycle, Reclaim”. It is the “Cult of Efficiency” motto or resulting actions to the proverb “Haste makes Waste”. Here in the US we are some ‘hasty folks’, aside from the ecological impact (of which we are aware but do little about as a country) the economic impact of waste is taking its toll as well. I am a conservative, not based out of any strong held political belief, but because I seek to live a life of conservation – economically as well as ecologically. It just makes sense.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Soil science, as Bill Mollison described “modern technological agriculture as a form of "witchcraft."</span><br /></div><strong></strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">“Well, it is a sort of witchcraft. Today we have more soil scientists than at any other time in history. If you plot the rise of soil scientists against the loss of soil, you see that the more of them you have, the more soil you lose.”</span></strong><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">“The important thing is not to do any </span><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">agriculture </span></em><span style="font-family:Arial;">whatsoever, and particularly to make the modern agricultural sciences a forbidden area - they're worse than witchcraft, really. The agriculture taught at colleges between 1930 and 1980 has caused more damage on the face of the Earth than any other factor. "Should we tamper with nature?" is no longer a question - we've tampered with nature on the whole face of the Earth."<br /><br /></span></strong><strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"If you let the world roll on the way it's rolling, you're voting for death. </span><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm </span></em><span style="font-family:Arial;">not voting for death. The extinction rate is so huge now; we're to the stage where we've got to set up recombinant ecologies. There are no longer enough species left, anywhere, to hold the system together. We have to let nature put what's left together, and see what it can come up with to save our ass.”</span></strong></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Well, I suppose at times – you got to be blunt. He is an interesting read, and (as the English say) Spot On when it comes to ideas that work. I found my self somewhat slack jawed & excited at the same time as I read a few of his interviews. There are a few: <a href="http://www.context.org/ICLIB/IC28/Mollison.htm">Here</a>, <a href="http://www.scottlondon.com/interviews/mollison.html">Here</a> & <a href="http://www.seedsofchange.com/cutting_edge/interview.asp?UID=2004021515352440">Here</a>. I hope you take the time to give them a read. As for me I’ll wait to report more as I acquire his book on permaculture - it’s a pricey read – so I’ll seek an alternative source first. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">If anyone has this title</span> and would consider a <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">barter/loan arrangement</span> for say, a few pounds of <a href="http://www.catskillcoffee.net/">fresh roasted coffee</a>, please email me separately from my contact page.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >WEEDS</span></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Interestingly I have come to two personal discoveries this year in regards to “weeds” about my property – not all things are, as they first seem. First was Lambs Quarter – or bacon weed, fat hen, or white goosefoot. This pernicious weed plagued me & my garden the first year, then I saw a photo of it and learned it’s name. As well our Rhode Island Reds love it! (Here it is by the coop)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Lambsquarter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/Lambsquarter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Turns out it is great form of “greens” for juicing and several other uses. (Little did I know) Here are some blog mentions of this “Green Gold”. (<a href="http://whatimadefordinner.blogspot.com/2006/06/lambs-quarters-weed-or-delicacy.html">Here</a> and <a href="http://freemanstable.blogspot.com/2006/04/poke-salad.html">Here</a>) The second “weed” was one I hesitated to pull because I “saw it” somewhere before, so better wait on this “interesting” weed. Well turns out – good things come to ‘dem who wait! </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Introducing our second “Mystery Weed”: </span><br /><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >“Little Hogweed” or Purslane. </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Another “discovery” by the: none so smart (but ever patient) ardent agrarian as I will now encourage (though check) it’s growth and winter-ability indoors as well. Here is a <a href="http://madeater.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-pick-your-dinner.html">blog post</a> with some more information on it.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >So now, as I remarked to my wife, as we look for more land, what I most want to take with me from this house we call home – </span><strong><u><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Is The Weeds!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></u></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><break style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"What is a weed? A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson 1878</break><br /><break></break></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1153024606371019632006-07-15T20:36:00.000-08:002006-07-15T20:49:43.383-08:00Chicken Update II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/egg.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/egg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Chicken Update II</span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Well we have completed the course on our first round of chicken operations. From hatchlings to hatchet you might say? Our ladies laid their first eggs this week, as I went out to feed them & was greeted with 10 small brown eggs – which prompted an “instant omelet”, complete with salsa, cheese & hot peppers. To say they were “fluffy & delicious” would be an understatement! Reminded me of that <a href="http://www.mastercard.com/index.html">Slavery Card</a> commercial:</span><br /></div><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Cost of 14 Chickens: $23:66</span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Feed & Lodging: $184.00</span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >First Egg Omelet: </span><u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >PRICELESS</span></u></strong><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >"For some people in life there’s never anything </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >BUT </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >store bought industrial agriculture, for the rest of us – </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >we eat well."</span></strong><br /><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >This week we also processed our first poultry, as “Speedy” our rooster had an up close and personal introduction to the <a href="http://agrarianplowshare.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday-present.html">nifty axe</a> I received this year on my birthday. (Thanks Mom!)</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >All things considered, we are having a ‘banner year’ here at the Holtzman Homestead, with many more hopes and dreams for our future – as the Lord wills!</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Blog mention of Note: <a href="http://lazyja3.blogspot.com/2006/07/processing-poultry.html">Jim Warmke at A3</a> has a nice 12-minute chicken processing video over on his blog. You might want to stop by and see it, leave a note for Jim & encourage your fellow farmer. Regards.</span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1152538207589844642006-07-10T05:30:00.000-08:002006-07-10T18:50:15.143-08:00GOT BAIL?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Gotmilk2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/Gotmilk2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></strong><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">“…Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">destructive</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it...”</span></span></span><br /></div><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">RAW MILK?<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Few things these days cry out </span><strong><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >“Idiot!” </span></em></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >to me. Perhaps because I’ve grown so accustom to the tireless never-ending siege of autocracy, or perchance I’ve come to expect that the mass & the mob would sooner kill the Good Samaritan, as to reward him for a gracious act………..</span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/06/28/amish.rawmilk.ap/index.html"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Story Here.</span></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >My Favorite Quote:</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >''You can't just give milk away to someone other then yourself. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It's a violation of the law</span>,''</span> </strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">said LeeAnne Mizer, spokeswoman for the Ohio Department of Agriculture.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WOW! </span>Now that's <span style="font-style: italic;">kind of </span>hard to swallow.<br /></span></span>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1152234704797982572006-07-06T17:11:00.000-08:002006-07-06T17:38:13.486-08:00Cow Power<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/cattle-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/cattle-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cow Power</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />“In a sense, it is the ultimate renewable source of fuel. Weather anomalies can kill off corn crops, calm the winds, obscure the sun — but through rain or shine, gusts or stillness, cows and hogs and turkeys spew forth a steady stream of manure, one of nature's richest sources of methane, a principal component of natural gas.”</em><br /><em></em></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >I came across an interesting article on the subject many have termed “Brown Energy”, and thought I’d post some relevant highlights as well as ask for feedback regarding perceived merits from everyone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >The article, written by Claudia H. Deutsch for the NYT gave me some ponders as to the application of technology to sustainable resources. Several of the ‘benefits’ seem to have merit and value; I’d be interested in your thoughts.</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Excerpts:</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“…now, farmers and entrepreneurs are recognizing that this immutable fact can yield a steady stream of revenue and profit, too. Slowly, but steadily, they are replacing the malodorous lagoons used to treat the waste with machines that can wrest energy from excrement.”</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“…technologies, some of which have been around for decades, have finally grown more reliable. "There's been a lot of time and energy spent on making these as effective and efficient as possible, so anaerobic digestion will be a growing business," said Daniel J. Mannes, vice president of Avondale Partners, a securities research firm that recently initiated coverage of the </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.environmentalpower.com/">Environmental Power Corporation</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">, the company in Portsmouth, N.H., that owns Microgy.”</span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >"</span><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">The business model of producing energy along with food will transform the economics of rural America</span></em></strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >," </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">said Michael T. Eckhart, president of the <a href="http://www.acore.org/">American Council on Renewable Energy</a>, based in Washington.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />(continues)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Indeed, anaerobic digestion yields not just methane, but leftover liquids that farmers can use or sell as fertilizer, waste heat that can heat their homes and barns, and fibrous solids that make excellent bedding for cows. Farmers also save the costs of controlling odors and treating waste. "Two years ago I couldn't even convince farmers that digesters work," said Melissa Dvorak, marketing manager for GHD, a company based in Chilton, Wis., that sells digesters. "Now, all they ask is what the payback will be."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Now proper research will provide information that some of this “(cow) Pie in the Sky” hype is funded in part by good ole’ government subsidies (to which this author is not a big fan of by any measure) so it will be interesting to see how this plays out – sustainable development or just old fashion BS? You decide.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Note: This author does own shares in </span></em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Environmental Power Corporation (<a href="http://www.google.com/finance?q=EPG">EPG</a>) </span><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >and in no way shape or form recommends or suggests investing, purchasing or even remotely considering purchase of/or investing in such company or any company for that matter. Fact of the matter is this company is likely to go “belly up” as much as going “sky high”, as well any reference to “belly up” no way is a solicitation to ‘cow tipping’ and ‘sky high’ does not infer that one should go ‘sky diving’. All these thing are inherently dangerous and could incur risk to you or the cows. Caveat emptor; drive responsibly, blah, blah, blah……………I hope that covered it! Regards.</span></em></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1151204073316052622006-06-24T18:54:00.000-08:002006-06-24T19:07:03.756-08:00The Way of All Flesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/chicken-barcode-175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/chicken-barcode-175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Blinded by Science: The Way of All Flesh</span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong></strong>"...All flesh is grass......" Isaiah 40:6 (or <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">not</span>?</span>)<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More news from the forefront of “modern” agriculture? Oh, words can’t do this one justice, have a glimpse in to the “</span><a href="http://www.discover.com/issues/jul-06/departments/blinded/"><strong><u><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Future of Foods</span></u></strong></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >” (Akk!)</span>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1150686581721240182006-06-18T19:09:00.000-08:002006-06-18T19:42:18.253-08:00Growing Potatoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Potato_plant.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/Potato_plant.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Solanum tuberosum</span></strong><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >"O Creator! Thou who givest life to all things and hast made men that they may live, and multiply. Multiply also the fruits of the earth, the potatoes and other food that thou hast made, that men may not suffer from hunger and misery."</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />History</span></strong><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">A high plateau in the Andean Mountains of South America is the most probable birthplace of the 'Irish' white potato that we eat today. The plateau, known today as the Titicaca Plateau, stretches across part of the countries of Peru and Bolivia. The Aymara Indians developed more than two hundred varieties of the potato at elevations greater than 10,000 feet. Potatoes formed the basis of the Aymara Indian and Incan diet. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Potatoes also were an important influence on Incan culture. Potato-shaped pottery complete with eyes is commonly found at excavated sites, sometimes having tiny heads growing out of the little eyes. Incan units of time correlated to the length of time it took for a potato to cook to various consistencies. Potatoes were even used to divine the truth and predict weather. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">When the Spanish Conquistadors didn't find the gold and silver they were looking for in the late 1400s and early 1500s, they quickly cornered the local potato market. Potatoes were soon a standard supply item on their ships. The Spanish noticed that the sailors who ate papas (potatoes) did not suffer from scurvy. Scurvy is a disease associated with too little vitamin C in the diet. Potatoes have a lot of vitamin C, easily preventing scurvy.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span><strong><em><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">An Irish legend says that ships of the Spanish Armada, wrecked off the Irish coast in 1588, were carrying potatoes and that some of them washed ashore.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></em></strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The potato is a member of the nightshade family and its leaves are, indeed, poisonous. A potato left too long in the light will begin to turn green. The green skin contains a substance called solanine which can cause the potato to taste bitter and even cause illness in humans. Such drawbacks were understood in Europe, but the advantages, generally, were not. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Europe would wait until the 1780's before the potato gained prominence anywhere. About 1780 the people of Ireland adopted the rugged food crop. The primary reason for its acceptance in Ireland was its ability to produce abundant, nutritious food. Unlike any other major crop, potatoes contain most of the vitamins needed for sustenance. Perhaps more importantly, </span><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">potatoes can provide this sustenance to nearly 10 people on an acre of land.</span> </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">This would be one of the prime factors causing a population explosion in the early 1800s. Of course, by the mid-1800's the Irish would become so dependent upon this crop that its failure would provoke a famine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">While in Ireland the potato gained acceptance from the bottom up, in France, the potato was imposed upon society by an intellectual.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Antoine Augustine Parmentier saw that the nutritional benefits of the crop combined with its productive capacity could be a boon to the French farmer. He was a pharmacist, chemist and employee of Louis XV. Parmentier discovered the benefits of the potato while held prisoner by the Prussians during the Seven Years War. He was so enamored by the potato that he determined that it should become a staple of the French diet. After failing by conventional means to convince Frenchmen of its advantages, he determined upon a surreptitious means of making his point.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Parmentier acquired a miserable and unproductive spot of ground on the outskirts of Paris. There, he planted 50 acres of potatoes. During the day, he set a guard over it. This drew considerable attention in the neighborhood. In the evening the guard was relaxed and the locals came to see what all the fuss was about. Believing this plant must be valuable, many peasants "acquired" some of the potatoes from the plot, and soon were growing the root in their own garden plots. Their resistance was overcome by their curiosity and desire to better their lot with the obviously valuable new produce – that and a bit of thievery!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">History has more to tell on the subject, and I hope at the end of harvest season to post a few tried recipes that we have gathered this summer. Our small plot experiment consists of a bit of a patriotic theme, rather by chance than design, as we have red, white & blue potatoes planted and hope to continue with many seasons of saving & storing our ‘starter’ potatoes for future seasons.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/P1010013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/P1010013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The weather and rains have been good to us this summer and we are looking forward to a banner crop, in potatoes,<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">corn, pumpkins, tomatoes, cukes and now beets! (thanks again Herrick) </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">We just transported and distributed several large bags of lettuce to our friends at church and family up north of us. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">This season we grew Flame Lettuce, Green Slobolt and Red Leprechaun lettuce of which I had hoped to get a photo of but neglected to do so………..we hope to plant a second harvest this autumn so perhaps then. If I could recommend lettuce types I’d have to say these were a pleasing assortment for salads & sandwiches. Our seed stock for lettuce this year came from <a href="http://www.seedsavers.org/">Seed Savers</a> – high on our recommend list! I only wish in hindsight I let a few of the plants bolt to seed as to have my own plantings next go round, oh well.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Too bad I could not share some of this rain with <a href="http://www.scepaniakfarms.com/blog/">Tom</a> & <a href="http://www.lighthousefarm.com/">John</a> in Minnesota as I remember Tom’s saying last year “knee high by July and we currently are way past the waist and going to be saying “Head high this July!” As well we planted some cornfield pumpkins from Seed Savers and they are ‘running’ like tentacles of an <a href="http://srufaculty.sru.edu/david.dailey/public/mollusks/octopus.gif">octopus</a> from </span><strong><u><span style="font-family:Arial;">20000 Leagues Under the Sea </span></u></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The chickens are fairing well in their new home and enjoy their games of ‘tag’ and 'chase' when set free in the yard. We hope to be seeing some eggs soon as we received the baby chicks this February. The neighborhood cats have all stopped in at one point or time for a visit and to see the newest ‘attraction’. All is well here at the Holtzman Homestead. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">To all who qualify in our readership – Happy Fathers Day! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Regards.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1149565155317530942006-06-05T19:39:00.000-08:002006-06-05T20:20:18.346-08:00Chicken Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/Chicken1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/400/Chicken1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >“I want there to be no peasant in my kingdom so poor that he cannot have a chicken in his pot every Sunday</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.”</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> ~</span><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" >Henry IV</span></em><br /><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ></span></em><br /><em></em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />Well it has been some time since our <a href="http://agrarianplowshare.blogspot.com/2006/02/chicken-little.html">last post</a> on our chickens, and I am pleased to say that they now have a home of their own. What a learning curve it has been! My culminate wisdom to date on how to raise chickens is this<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >First you get yourself some chickens………</span><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >That’s it! </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Now I know there’s more to it than I’m letting on, but beyond the initial desire to do something such as raise some small livestock, like advise, less is more ~ so I’ll leave it at that.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Despite ineptitude and learning curves, hectic schedules and (work) relocations, rainy inclement weather and an all thumbs carpentry skill set we finished the coop & pen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/P1010075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/200/P1010075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A note of thanks to Herrick for (now) two things: 1) mentioning the tarp (what a blessing!) and 2) his recent post on a wonderful alternative & </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >definitely </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >agrarian feed source that you can grow at home! I’d be interested to see the results of our online community of growers this fall as we bring in the harvest for cold storage. I encourage you to check out Herrick’s post: </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/2006/06/grow-huge-red-mangle-beets.html">HERE.</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/P1010083.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/200/P1010083.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >We look forward to future breakfasts with ‘garden fresh eggs’ and a Sunday dinner or two this summer – with a chicken in our pot! (sorry gang if you’re the squeamish type) We have selected our first candidate (to be named later) for our next endeavor “The Wizbang Chicken Plucker” you might say he’ll be our first aerospace test pilot. After reading <a href="http://www.cumberlandbooks.com/chronicles/2006/05/test_results.html">Rick’s post</a> and accompanying photos I am encouraged all the more to (pardon the pun) </span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >“Give it a Whirl!” </span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >I suppose I will take a week or two before beginning to build, as I first have to order my <a href="http://store.cumberlandbooks.com/chickenplucker.html">Wizbang Book</a> and then acquire the necessary materials.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >For now, we are enjoying our success and the chickens are quite pleased as well. Regards.</span></div>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1148624717269941782006-05-25T22:25:00.000-08:002006-05-26T21:58:28.860-08:00The Rotten Potato<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/1600/potato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1820/1735/320/potato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >The Rotten Potato</span></strong><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"W</span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" >hen I found out that our industrialized food system considers chicken manure an acceptable source of protein in cattle feed, it was clear to me that consumers and corporate agriculture have very different ideas about how we should produce food."</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">~DAN NAGENGAST</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">----------------------</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >When I first started researching all things agrarian, from agriculture to contemporary thought, it was clear to me I had diverged upon two paths in the woods, and having chose the road less traveled; for me it has made all the difference………………and then a quarter mile in, having just begun my journey (my wife steadfast by my side) I come across this small stature of a man who sticks a placard in my hand and in so softly of a chuckle says </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">“Here’s your sign!” </span></strong></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">and walks off down a garden row, I look toward my wife and I shrug. Then I flip the slightly weathered barn-wood board around I notice the writing on the opposite side and it reads…………..<br /></span><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;" >…..Welcome to the Revolution!<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></em></strong></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Though I know if you spoke with Herrick he’d tell you – that never happened, and he’d be right, I’ve taken a little literary license with my words and my walk. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading his book: </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><u><span style="font-family:Arial;">Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian</span></u></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span> </span>by Herrick Kimball, a fellow New Yorker who when I was first introduced to the online agrarian blogsphere, enjoyed his virtual writings, views and ideas on a regular basis and they were an encouragement to me to step out as well and make a mark, as I say taking electronic pen to ‘virtual’ paper. It only fitting to see his wonderful collection of essays go from paper to print.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">The journey to the good life is often fit with unmerited joy when one finds favor in the simple things and takes time to directly contemplate what it is that makes this life we lead ~ living.</span></em></strong></span><br /></div> <strong><em></em></strong></div> <strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></em></strong> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >If I could encourage you, bring thought in to action and pick up a copy of the book today, you can find it at <a href="http://www.cumberlandbooks.com/">Cumberland Books</a> on the web or you can order a copy from the authors web page here at <a href="http://www.thedeliberateagrarian.com/index.html">www.thedeliberateagrarian.com</a></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > You might just find the sudden need to plant something when your done…………………… </span><br /></div> <span style="font-size:78%;"> ----------------------</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">and now the news……………..</span></strong><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Many have heard the expression “something is rotten in the state of Denmark”; a line from the play by William Shakespeare’s “Hamlet”, quoted by a palace guard after the apparition of the dead king of Denmark appears walking over the palace walls. It’s more common soliloquy now used to describe destruction or a situation when something is wrong. As is the case and the state of the union commonly referred to by our founding fathers as ‘</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">these united states of America’.<br /></span></em><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >From food to fuel to funding debt through foreign banks to bolster dollar hegemony the course of our modern culture has embraced a hedonistic worldview of self-gratification that rivals Rome, and as Rome went so goes the US or as an infamous sports announcer once said “</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">…and that’s the ball game!</span></strong></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >” Perhaps someone should give Ben Bernanke a copy of Shakespeare’s book and highlight the advice the garrulous old man Polonius gives to his son; “Neither a lender nor a barrower be” but alas me thinks he would not listen, but laugh – for there lies in Washington (that brood of vipers and thieves den) either deceivers or the deceived, I’d dare say an honest lot of them could be hitherto counted using the fingers & toes method of numerical excellence with out the necessity of a man removing his shoes!<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >No longer are the days of the “</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Good Samaritan</span></em></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >” as we live in a ‘culture of corruption’ that despite democratic political pandering or republican rhetorical recitation it is as endemic ailment in the whole of a soulless American society that goes past the Washington beltway and extends a sluggish miserable hand deep in to the bread basket of our economy. Ours is not a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">red state</span> - <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">blue state</span> affair. If we are to survive as a ‘nation of states’ ours must be a Red, White & Blue State of concern and correction. If He who’s is Sovereign and created all things overlooks our arrears and turns a blind eye to the debauchery we as a nation have brought upon ourselves through the leadership of despots, upon </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">that day </span></em></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >He will have to apologize to Sodom for surely we rival them as a nation of immoderation, lacking responsibility and filled to the bridle in the blood of innocence.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The concept of “united we stand, divided we fall” derived from a popular 1768 tune entitled the “Liberty Song” by John Dickinson adopted as the state motto by, Isaac Shelby, the first governor of Kentucky is a far cry from the dirge we now dance to as a nation of divided persons through political punditry and media manipulation owned in whole (contracted in part) by the money interests and governmental ne’er-do-well’s. Race, hatred, class envy, religious intolerance and bigotry are promenaded across the pages of what passes for ‘news’ these days of <span style="font-style: italic;">‘Fear & Blood’</span>, when Terror is the word of the day and honest men cower in trepidation of lawmaking abuse that might deem their own conscious a violation and subject to public scrutiny. Leading one to the dangerous thought that perhaps ‘good men should do nothing’.</span><br /></span><br /></span><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">“We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness -- That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it...”</span></span><br /></div> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >These very words alone would be subject to censor and prosecution with out due process by the falsely named “Patriot Act” that would cause the penman, one Thomas Jefferson, to be imprisoned without charge to be held indefinitely by a government of his own creation! </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > Something’s rotten in Denmark, and it is pervasive in our form of ‘modern’ agriculture or Agri-Business, Industrialized Farming, or Factory Farms; choose you name de plume! As the above quote in the title head of this article points to - if our collective intelligence of modern society cannot figure out “</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial;">it’s not good to put manure in your mouth</span></strong></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >” human or otherwise, then we are </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">past the point of no return</span></em></strong></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. </span>The (ill) logic does not end there; consider milk replacer, pharmaceuticals in the food and genetic manipulation of the seed crops. <span style="font-style: italic;"> HELLO</span>………isn’t anyone listening other then the NSA?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Even a cursorily bit of research in to the monstrous practices of Monsanto and their ilk of genetic manipulating genies brings to mind old <a href="http://looneytunes.warnerbros.com/stars_of_the_show/wile_roadrunner/wile_story.html">Wile E. Coyote</a> cartoons of mad scientists with their ACME ray guns hell bent on world domination or destruction as their work proceeds to explosive and dynamite endings. One can’t help when reading the technical wizardry of working over the “biotechnology products” previously know as “seed” and think of the 70’s commercial that warned us ‘</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">you shouldn’t fool with mother nature………..’ </span></em></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Oh well, if she complains too loudly I’m sure the legion of lawyers and “Field Agents” in black SUV’s can be rolled out in short order to explain to her that it’s no longer her seed and show her the patent rights and that her continued complaints would be construed as slander and subject to suit and legal action because her fields (and the whole earth) has been contaminated with their “biotechnology input traits” that she is not approved to grow. Alas, perhaps they could have gleaned wisdom from Hamlet’s wit as he suggested in this phrase that human knowledge is limited: “</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, then are dreamt of in your philosophy </span></strong></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >[Science]. “</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >There is more to write (and a little to rant) about, but it has been now three days and the hour is past one (AM) since I began this entry that is long becoming an essay. So in ‘news-esque’ fashion I will say “Film at Eleven” or ‘The Revolution Marches On’ or perhaps just ………………(to be continued)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></div> <span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Stay Tuned Next Time, for such topics as:<br /><br /></span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Luck Be a Lady<br /><br />Fragility thy name is Woman!<br /><br />The lady doth protest too much<br /><br /></span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >And…</span><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >Get thee to a Nunnery<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >As you might have guessed, we’re breaking out the Shakespeare lighting up the <a href="http://barbie.everythinggirl.com/">Barbie</a> and having a bit of summer fun! Regards. </span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;" ></span></strong>Scott Holtzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14588128744203671494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17881727.post-1147298028889358942006-05-10T13:53:00.000-08:002006-05-10T14:04:52.666-08:00The Candlestick Maker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogge