Another growing season winds down and I take a slow morning to think about where it's all going. A proper mixture of certain chemicals is an essential part of this process. One that must be adhered to in order to maintain proper function.The removal of nicotine from this mixture has given me a little trouble of late, but the overall benefits far out way the drawbacks. The caffeine though, cannot go without that, no, no I can't...
It's cold this year, not uncommon to have beautiful seventy plus days all the way to the big freeze at Halloween. If we have one this year. It is getting harder and harder to know what's in store. I worry for a bad year, where a blight comes and crops fail. Not a new worry for the human condition, but it feels more and more relevant as I watch our little climate experiment unfold. I can't be the only one that sees the storms rolling in, stronger and stronger, almost with a sense of malevolence, and it would be hard to blame them. I myself often cheer them on. In fact, most of the art and music I have been generating over the last twenty years has been based on the belief that it would be best if most of humanity were to annihilated in some great catastrophe. One where only the most extremely clever and lucky mother fuckers even have a chance of survival. I realize there is a conflict between worrying about successful crop cycles and hopping most of humanity dies in the hideous nightmare that is the change we have wrought on our little blue green planetoid. There are many ways in which we have interacted with our environment is nothing short of fantastic. Cultivation and selective breading of plants, for example. There are, at present roughly seventy five hundred different varieties of apples grown thought the world. So clever, us homo sapiens. So much abundance and so much of it wasted.
