Archive for March, 2010

State of the Wallow Update: Almost-Spring, 2010

A person on Craigslist was giving away wood from downed trees in her yard, so we went and got a couple of truck-loads.

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This may not come as a surprise to you, but using a chainsaw in a big pile of downed trees is a bit trickier than using it on solid ground. Yeah, I know: you’re supposed to pull the trees out and then cut them up. Well, I haven’t got a tractor, you know! Anyway, I still have all my appendages.

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We got a truck-full of wood before the chainsaw cut out and wouldn’t go anymore. It turned out I mixed the fuel with too much oil and it was fouling the plug.

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Then we went to Tractor Supply Company and got fencing and pig feed.

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Baby plants are getting tall. I’m glad I got such a jump on the onions. Some of them are, only now starting to get thick and sturdy.

The lettuce is scheduled to go into the ground this week, but I wasn’t paying attention to the schedule, and didn’t start hardening it off, so it’ll probably be next week. Likewise for the broccoli. Broccoli and lettuce are supposed to be cold-weather plants, but it’s still getting into the high thirties at night, and I’d like it to be just a tad warmer before I put them out for good.

What you see above is only a fraction of what I’ll eventually plant, but I ran out of peat pellets, and so I’m a bit behind on starting. I’m not too worried, though. Whatever I don’t start inside, I’ll just start outside in April. If you’re interested in getting a look at my whole-garden plan, you can see it at Google Docs here.

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I built a cold frame at about 24×48″, to match a piece of lexan that I got at the hardware store. Almost immediately after we got home, Issa found someone giving away a piece of 40×48″ glass on Craigslist, so I built a second cold frame to match that piece. I built the 2nd one with a non-sloping lid because I needed the extra height for the burgeoning seedlings. I didn’t want them touching the moist glass all day; it didn’t seem good for them.

Years ago, the owner of this house remodeled the entire kitchen and stacked all the scrap lumber against the back of the barn. I scrounged some of that to make the cold frames. Free Wood! Pulling out the nails by hand is a small price to pay to reuse something that would otherwise be trash, and cost money to replace.

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Here, you can see me starting the first of the “southern” beds, to the left of the garden. The poles are also in for the rabbit-fence. The southern beds get nearly full sun, while the northern beds are shaded a bit by the trees. I’ll be planting the same thing in the north and south beds to compare performance. It’ll be a shame if the northern beds are too shaded to be usable, but I bet that won’t happen.

There used to be some cedar trees in the area where the southern beds are now. I know, because I had to dig out the stumps. Now that is some hard damn work.

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Here, you can see the four southern beds have been tilled and Issa and I are starting to spread compost over them. There are also some hay bales to the left of the garden, which will be used for mulch.

My garden is about 1000 square feet: 8 beds at 4′x30′ each. It turns out that 3 cubic yards of material equals almost exactly 1″ of depth spread over 1000 square feet. That’s a useful short-hand for buying mulch, compost, and other materials that go onto a garden and are sold in cubic yards. My truck will carry one cubic yard, but not two. In order to make the division easy, I decided to buy four truck-loads and divide them each between two beds, so each bed gets 1/2 cubic yard of compost, which is a bit more than an inch.

There just happens to be a landscaping company literally five minutes down the road from my house, so that’s where I bought the compost. They have enormous piles of various types of mulch and compost just lying around in a yard, with massive front-end-loaders zipping around between them. You pull up your truck and they dump a load onto it for you! I guess it’s pretty mundane to folks in the business, but it was pretty novel to me, so I asked Issa to shoot a video for y’all.

The video doesn’t really communicate what it feels like to have one of those big loaders zipping at your vehicle at what feels like far too fast a speed, and then have it dump 1,000 lbs of compost onto the back of the truck.

Opinions are varied as to how much compost to put on garden beds, but at $30 a cubic yard, I’m not tempted to push it. The soil has never been gardened before, so it should be relatively fertile. I hope I can tend it in such a way that massive amounts of compost aren’t required to keep it fertile.

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The southern four beds are now spread with compost, but it has not yet been tilled in because it’s been raining and the soil is wet. It’d just clump up. I’ve got a third truck-load ready to go onto the northern beds, but I have to pull the mulch off of them that I put on in the fall.

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While tilling the southern beds, I realized that those patches of “grass” that look like green onions… were actually green onions! These are growing wild all over my front lawn. We made a salad of the thinned lettuce plants and some wild onions from the yard.

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Shift Work Sleep Disorder

The conditions that we, as a society, choose to medicalize, and the ones that we do not, reflect our collective values. Case in point: Shift Work Sleep Disorder. Also known as “being tired because your job hours are not consistent with your Circadian rhythm.”

This is significant because Provigil is approved by the FDA for treatment of SWSD, validating SWSD as a real, treatable, medical condition. What about, “Rave-Dancing Sleep Disorder,” which is the condition where you are too tired to dance to trance music until four in the morning? That condition doesn’t exist, of course.

This raises two questions: first, why is it that we need to medicalize something as simple as, “being tired because you work until five in the morning,” and second, why is it that we choose to medicalize THAT, but not other activities that also keep people up until early hours? Which adds more value to the world as a whole: working a factory job or dancing ecstatically at a rave?

I blame the Puritans.

And of course, more fundamentally, why is it that the state gets to decide which activities are worth taking medication to stay up for, instead of the individual?

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Amphetamines For Children

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So, apparently it’s okay for children to take amphetamines in order to help them get through their homework. What the hell? I mean, I’m not a doctor, so I’m not qualified to say whether it’s safe to give amphetamines to children, but given how SUPER SCARY BAD BAD BAD amphetamines are supposed to be, I’m surprised they’re okay for kids to take.

See? This is what propaganda says that amphetamines do to perfectly healthy adults! I can only imagine what little Kevin is going to look like in 2.5 years.

“Oh, but that’s meth, and Kevin is getting Vyvanse! Vyvanse is a prescription drug, not a dirty dirty street drug.” Riiiight. Would you rather I called it Desoxyn, which is what they call meth when a doctor prescribes it?

Look, bottom line is that I don’t care what people put into their bodies, and I do realize that not all amphetamines are the same, and that taking a drug under a doctor’s supervision is different from self-medicating. All that being said, the idea that we’re simultaneously putting out the message that meth is the worst thing since sliced anthrax, while prescription amphetamines are TOTALLY FINE TO GIVE TO CHILDREN seems kind of hypocritical. Especially given that meth used to be a prescription amphetamine (technically still is, but nobody really prescribes it anymore).

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Selective Outrage

… In which I continue my spiral into the world of liberalism.

I’ve been thinking a lot about oppression and privilege lately. Fat-hate. Rape culture. Sexism. Racism. Able-ism. I don’t claim to be particularly well-versed in the topics, but I have started to notice a trend or two in the ways that people respond to an idea that challenges their position of privilege. One behavior that I’m noticing at this moment is what I’ll call selective outrage. Honestly, it’s a topic that I, myself, am only really starting to grasp, so I may have a hard time describing it, but I”ll give it a try. Selective outrage works something like this.

In 2007, A law was proposed in Australia which stated that intoxication does not imply sexual consent. Note: the law did not say that intoxicated people cannot give sexual consent, just that intoxication plus the lack of a “no” does not mean “yes.” Apparently, “She was drunk,” was being used successfully as a defense to rape charges, and this law was intended to change that. Put another way, the law requires drunk people to actually agree to fuck you. Seems pretty non-controversial, no?

Here are some of the comments made on a certain web forum regarding this law:

“So yeah, we had a few drinks, we went back to her place she threw me on the sofa, blew me for awhile and then rode we until she orgasmed and then the next day I get arrested for raping her”

This commenter appears to be concerned with the potential for misapplication of the justice system. He doesn’t want to see innocent people accused of a crime, and he is OUTRAGED.

When you drink and drive, it’s is YOUR responsibility in the fact that you should of known to say no to driving. Why is it then, that when women drink, our justice system thinks they are nothing but children, unable to control themselves at all, and thus exonerate them of ANY responsibility?

This commenter appears to be concerned with issues of personal responsibility. He also seems upset at a system that treats women like children, rather than autonomous adults. He is OUTRAGED!

Now, I can support the Sober Guy/Drunk Girl = Rape argument to some degree, but I have two issues with this. Foremost; Shouldn’t this girl be, in some respects, responsible for her own level of intoxication? Hate to tell you, but you don’t HAVE to get drunk, and then the consent issue stays clear. How can the guys be the only ones faulted when both parties are drunk?

Likewise, this commenter raises questions of personal responsibility and agency. OUTRAGED!

Do you want to deny a woman with a slumbersex fetish pleasure?

This commenter tackles the conjoined issues of sex-negativity and sexism, standing up for the right of people to consent to treatment of their bodies, even in non-mainstream ways. He is OUTRAGED!

Except it’s all bullshit, isn’t it? Because these people are probably not outraged about misapplication of justice, treating women like children, taking away people’s personal responsibility, or, more to the point, rape,  ANY OTHER TIME than when it might affect them. And that slumbersex person? The most eggregious example. Is that person actually kink-positive in real life, or is this just some semantic trick, used solely for the purpose of opposing the new law? Which, I will re-iterate, says simply that intoxicated people have to consent to sex just like everybody else.

The sneaky thing about selective outrage is that the points raised are, on the face, valid. At least they would be if they occurred in a vacuum. But they don’t. They occur in a context in which, for example, WOMEN ARE ACTUALLY BEING RAPED and the people who raped them are not being convicted at stunningly high numbers. The commenters often have absolutely nothing to say about that. Being outspokenly angry about rape is reserved for Feminists Who Are Probably Also Lesbians. Oh, if you asked them, they’d probably say, “Rape is bad, yo,” but the only time they can be bothered to actually type a comment on the Internet is when a law might be passed to actually DO SOMETHING about the raping, and when they do, it’s to poke holes and point out potential problems with the law.

This is the essence of selective outrage. If the only time you express your outrage is to oppose ideas that seek to change conditions, then you support the conditions, no matter what you might intend. And in this case, that means you support the status quo as it pertains to rape, which is a little shocking given the state of rape in America today. If you are anti-rape, I don’t insist that you actually speak out about it. Hey, there are a lot of issues in the world for people to care about, and rape may just not make your list. That’s actually fine with me. But at the very least, maintain your position of silence on the issue when those who care enough to speak up do so.

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McDonalds’ “Secret”

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If I were asked why McDonald’s food tastes so good, I’d say a meticulously-perfected balance of fat, salt, and sugar. Little did I know that the actual answer is far more obvious.

We make it the way you would.

Well, that’s good. I suppose. Although, arguably, the whole reason I’m going out to eat is because you’ll make it better than I would. Or, perhaps you’ll make it worse, but the convenience of having someone else do it will offset that. But okay, bold idea: make it the way I would. I like it.

With 100% beef.

Ok, now here I was surprised, because it hadn’t occurred to me that anything except beef really could go into a hamburger. I mean, I’ve heard about the trace amounts of rat droppings and cockroach parts, but that hardly counts. No McDonalds’ bag has ever said, “Hamburger: Now With Roach Carcass.” Then Issa told me that McDonalds’ hamburger patties actually didn’t used to be 100% beef. They had soy, or something, in them.

So, shocker. The big marketing push for how awesome McDonalds’ burgers are is that they… drum roll… are made from cow. Can you hear the dripping sarcasm? I mean, isn’t that the least we can expect? This is kind of like a dry-cleaner saying, “I did not put any new stains on your clothes. AREN’T I AWESOME!”

Especially since pink slime (ammonia-treated slaughter-house-floor-scrapings) counts as 100% beef. And pink slime is in McDonalds’ hamburgers! Yeah. I have to tell you, every time I make a hamburger, I scrape up some fatty bits from my slaughter house, grind them up, treat them with ammonia, and mix them in with the chuck. Way to “make it the way I would,” McDonalds.

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