Equanot quite.

Yesterday was one of the best ski days this year. Some nice icy base and enough powder to allow any skier passing by to hardly make a sound. Just enough wet weight that you had something to play with; it was ideal.

Chaga, Athey and I did some belligerent head-cam action, perhaps it will turn up somewhere on the blogosphere.

Until then, Spring is here.

Busy Bee

I've been highly caffeinated lately to try to get ahead of the wave that is called Spring Time. Bee hives in the works, seedlings a-sproutin' like mad, chicky chicks a-hatchin' in the 'bator and more on the way from the broody Brahma Mama.

Taking the Master Gardener class that is tailored to vegetable production and high tunnels (land, do you see any? Land ho!) Brain's still spinning from the 9th annual Small farm Conference in Motown. Making local connections like there is no tomorrow and delighted to see the resurgence in local anything and everything. Will try to remember to document some progress on these projects and share some pictures which aren't as good as crafted words but they still...do....work.

Fa(s)t Food

Grist has that much-needed humor going for it. Check out this Fast Food video.

Coryroc

"When you come right down to it, there are only four basic prayers:
Gimme! Thanks! Oops! and Wow!"  - Rabbi Marc Gellman

"The true revolutionary is guided by a strong feeling of love" - Che Guevara

"There's no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers. "
- Gerald Massey

Ever since I learned about the English language, and, more specifically, poetry, (thanks mainly to Ms. Felty!) I've been interested in word play. I've come across some palindromes, which are words that can be read forward and backward and are the same, that I love. As I grew up, I could only think of the easy single words or two word palindromes. Ya know, words like "kayak" or "racecar." Of course, Mom and Dad fit into this simple category.

But now, oh boy, there are thousands of them popping up, some more "un-nonsensical" than others.
Here are my favorites:

Devil never even lived.

UFO tofu.

Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live.

Dog doo? Good God!

Madam, in Eden I am Adam.

Golf? No sir, prefer prison-flog.

Tis but a tub. Sit.

Maps, DNA, and spam.

Doom Mood.

Lonely Tylenol.

I'm a fool. Aloof am I.

Party boobytrap.

Do, O God, no evil deed! Live on! Do good!

Art, name no tub time. Emit but one mantra.

No devil lived on.

Test tube butt set.

Evil, a sin, is alive.

Won't lovers revolt now?

Yo banana boy!

O, stone, be not so.

Yeah, brain tickle.

I won't even get into oxymorons yet...oh, just one! And it happens to be the only grocery store in Tucker County....can you guess it?

Shop 'N Save.

Sheep

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth. 

- Gerald Massey

This idea come into my awareness of late, and makes all kinds of switches go off and connections get reconnected!

Massey's poems are wonderful. Ch-ch-check it!

And here is an unrelated video that The Rudeness put in my face. Try to stick out the first 1:30 minutes because it just ain't what it seems. Super wit!

Stumbled Upon

I just went down the cyber-rabbit hole and discovered that Preston Thomas Tucker made some sweet vehicles that supposedly got shut down by the big three automakers. Big surprise. But what a beautiful ride!

Blackhawk Auto Museum

It tickled my brain because Thomas is in Tucker which is next to Preston. Alas, no relation.