2-3 miles from the co-op, 1584 square feet, plus an acre.

Why only 125K? I don’t know. But that’s roughly the price of a new doublewide to toss onto Dorothy.

I know I said that you should go right ahead and have any expectations you feel like having.

You know in turn that it was my way of telling you to not hold your breath, about the yardwork one in particular.

This is to say: ‘about the yardwork one, or any of the others either; please and thanks’.

I’m relatively glad to have a throne in the bathroom again, and thanks x2 for the help in getting one.

But when it comes to the floor or the roof or the rest of the things you’re flexing to next, hear me please.

I’m not going anywhere.

Until I have a better place to go.

And thus, there is even less rush, about addressing any of those little things.

Until the big one–having a better place to go–is at least taken seriously, and contemplated with mutual care .

Alright. Only one more of these. I hope.

At the end of another day I can finally manage a sliver of sympathy for you Packfans.

Personally I’m grateful for Fred Warner, and for feeling drowsy again already before 9, with real rain on the way.

Phoenix

Tucson

The way our world is, they way we are.

The guy gets hundreds of thousands of views and the drones recognize him wherever he goes.

I want nothing to do with any of it.

A thought is only a spark in the dark.

***

I’ve barely had a day this month to call mine. But after three weeks the time and space is back in my own hands for a few. Temps above ninety degrees are apparently in the rearview mirror. I’m more worried about my cat and less about my car. I’m not fully caught back up on sleep and the list of daily rituals is in practice broken. The plumbing is under control, and …

That’s the scattershot snapshot.

Solitude is a need just like sleep. Sometimes there is a deficit. That must be caught up.

Former Dem Operative Warns:
Democratic Party Culture Becoming Increasingly Hostile to Young Men

Or old men. Or just men.

In between the two there was the root ball. I owe a lot to Grace for the painting expertise and to Lynne for getting the plumbing rolling. I still have floors to do on my own, and a promise to keep about finishing off the yard cleaning.

Right now at this tipping point the windows can open between 6 and 7 pm, and need to close up again twelve hours later.

This results in an indoor temperature of about 73 throughout the morning.

Temporary perfection.

***

Screenshot is from a video that describes how everybody’s friend Jerry Seinfeld went to this camp … and brought his kids along.

This world is batshit insane.

When there’s a dripping faucet in a motel room that is screwing up your sleep …

That is an opportunity to re-evaluate how you do things.

Maybe the answer is paying two hundred dollars a night next time.

Maybe the answer is an aLiner camper trailer for tonight and all the nights to come.

Your mileage assuredly will vary.

And mine will too.

ProTip: It’s exactly the same when it comes to the question of what to do about breakfast.

Good morning.

This will serve as a response to your thoughtful theory about parts of the family, you and I included, suffering from a malady you call low self-esteem.

I speak only for myself, about the points you raise.

***

For myself, I think you’re partly right.

I walk through the world, Esteeming my Self highly, less than I ever have before.

I rarely look in the mirror and see someone Esteemed looking back at me.

Sometimes I don’t even see much of a Self.

Personally, I would call that progress, on both counts, in a sort of buddhistic sense.

***

Another proverb from the insufferable quasi-ancestral mythos.

“You don’t dress for the job you have; you dress for the job you want.”

But how should I dress if I don’t want a damned job?

The answer is: however I please.

I shall grow old. I shall wear too much black, or purple, even in my hair maybe.

I shall wear nothing or next to it, as much as possible with regard to the delicate tastes of local law enforcement.

I might finally get a tat, regardless of what that might say about my abundance or complete lack of self-esteem.

I might re-pierce my overgrown ear, or even both of them.

But I won’t ever base my estimate of the worthiness of my self on those things.

I won’t measure it by how much I spend at the spa, or at Kohl’s.

***

Which motel I stay at isn’t a factor either, except that I know that I esteem my self best when I can find myself never staying at one ever again.

Slouching towards a purer Nomadics. That’s something worth working toward.

Being a more honest writer.

Becoming a more consistent walker, home-cooker, and cinematographer. A better lover.

Living in kindness to those less fortunate, even if they’re not fluffy adorable felines.

If I can raise the bar in these kinds of ways …

I can be very content to let any theoretical esteem issues take care of themselves.

One less damn thing to worry about, y’know?

Charlie Kirk Feared Criticizing Israel: Strange Details of Assassination

No one knows nothin’. Yet.

How do we construct our knowing?

About whodunnit, or about Help, or about anything …

?

Hundred lives are shoved inside
Guests arrive to dump their mess

Obedient host and a visiting wife
Come outta the bedroom

straightening clothes
In this house that I call home

Nobody knows the party rules
I gotta get in but there’s no room

Beautiful walls are closing in
I’m looking at you

you’re having a nightmare!
Stumble over tombstone shoes

I finally look in your sweetheart eyes
And somebody comes with a bottle of beer

After he leaves I turn for a kiss
see the lady next door, she’s naked in the street

In this house that I call home
Nobody knows the party rules

56 minutes … also nah. I have lots of other things that need attention more and less urgently.

But someday it well may come up. Three thousand in cold cash for the expert to take care of it. Or, some minimal fraction of that to do it in the rain at Autozone. Or in the baking sun of my own driveway.

Right now the important questions are much simpler. I need to figure out why it’s whining, is all.

Just like I did in figuring out why I was.

You don’t know my kind, in your world.
Fairly soon, the time will tell.

oh, You

Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
Yeah, nah
I ain’t blind
and I don’t like what I think I see

***

No more need for hiding.

Originally before the blithe text proposal wandered into my afternoon like a stray fuckin’ torpedo, this post was going to be called Odin’s Church.

But afterwards

Nothing’s changed.

I’m declaring independence.

Six decades into the project I am, quite improbably but finally, a man.

Self-made no less.

The kind that stands up

and speaks sooth

and pays whatever the nasty going price is, for soothsaying, regardless.

I totally believe that you want what’s best for me.

At the same time …

I am far from convinced that you know what’s best for me, or have ever even thought about it with any fierce seriousness, or listened with fully open ears when I tried to tell my notions about what the phrase might really mean.

As I do here
in some sense
every day.
except yesterday.

You said to me over and over:

Trust the experts of the World Health Organization. Trust Dr. Fauci.

Above all, trust and follow The Science.

But now its crystal clear that what you meant, whether you knew you meant it or not, was: trust that turd Bill Gates, and his puppet Anderson Cooper, and all the evil billions worth of propaganda and fake profitable truth.

I didn’t. I won’t.

Are you still up to date on your fourteenth booster my dove?

Why not, I wonder? Or even worse: why are you?

***

More evidence, if any were needed, about the nature of the utterly corrupted and broken DemParty mediasphere.

“The Shallowness”.

***

We saw the brilliant Bills/Ravens in real time, and tonight it’s her Vikings.

Fluffy. Frothy. Passing the time.

My mind is skipping ahead to the other kind of bills, and to the funk-ass noises from my power steering pump.

Wanting what’s best for me is a good start and very much appreciated, full stop.

***

Getting to be the one who knows what’s best for me

(maybe better than I know?);

who decides what would really be best for me …

That’s where things get tricky ennit.

***

For example, it’s easy and obvious to agree that the first forty or fifty pounds coming off was for the Best.

But when we’re talking about the next twenty or thirty, then the happy little state of agreement becomes less universal .

***

It’s exactly the same when talking about how I dispose of my shit.

Or what town would be best for me to live in.

Or whether what’s best is building on the land I own, or giving up on that and buying a house in the same town.

Or how many square feet I should rightly inhabit, in my future theoretical perfect life.

Or how much time I should spend in solitude.

***

Ultimately, no one knows what will turn out to be best, about any of that.

But my opinions about all of it should be, and will be, decisive

regardless of how headfucked, weird, or just plain wrong you think they are.

So look.

You wanna help float the boat? That is so nice. Thank you, and as discussed, appreciation is the only human response.

It’s more than most people would ever do.

No amount of selfless, well-intentioned helping will entitle you though, to decide that the boat should really be a nice new SUV.

Or to know better than I do about what road or stream it should be pointed down.

It seems so simple.

It seems so clear.

It is anything but.

Two hundred fifty six dollars and four cents, to fix the AC in the end.

They didn’t touch the fuel sensor part, which was frustrating, but they did estimate it, at $400-800, and that’s on the schedule to happen in early October.

Pretty good news. If everything else holds steady and solid short term.

***

Also found these at Natural Grocers, ate the sample package today, and this falls into the same contingently pretty good category.

Super tasty. Organic. Grass fed. Almost no cooking or dishes involved and $16 to the pound.

They do contain ‘potato starch’ as the only sketchy ingredient, and this is probably why a package of 4 has 12 carbs; the biggest downside.

It shouldn’t be a staple, but I intend to keep them around via the Azure order for those moments when I’m hungry but just can’t bring myself to going to any effort to cook.

I don’t think …

that I want you coming here. Not right now. Not in the cooler September air.

Thanks for the offer but nothing feels happy or healthy about it at all.

If you want or need to see me, I’ll come to you. Make a reasonable plan. Say the word.

I have dependable 25 mpg transportation now, obtained legitimately all by my own hand

so I can rationally entertain such proposals.

***

I refuse to be forced to think about someone condemning my house. Bob was paranoid nuts. Who is supposed to be the one to inform the condemners now? You? Your husband?

I know all about the way of life that is tangled up in such fear, and endless paralyzing circular questions.

It’s not who I choose to be now, and that is damn sure my choice.

Today I make the Flag run to perfect that dependability, and somehow I will pay for that much myself.

Forget Durango and the Clayton Homes that isn’t there.

Here on the page I release the steam I’ve generated inside myself all on my own foolishly

by thinking too much about the glittering promise of something for nothing.

Letting go, letting go, letting go.

Very appreciative of the wellwishery. Bless you.

Here on the ground, my gift to myself is 40 pounds of weight.

To replace of course the forty pounds I lost.

***

From the world at large, I got an official declaration.

***

And from the land of sooth dreams, I got … an understanding of sorts.

The whole “shed” approach was already tabled. Then yesterday, we drove on down to Clayton Homes, and learned, essentially, that the whole (compact) doublewide thing wasn’t as viable as it seemed. It’s still possible, but not, for the time being, cost-effective. If I had a hundred thousand laying around I’d be tempted to slap it down on an immobilized mobile home. But I don’t, and I don’t have a way to get that kind of money either, given my remaining equity assets.

So that would seem to leave the tiny home from the Durango man (or something like it) on the table as the sole option.

399 square feet in a 10×39 configuration, for a base price of 29-43K. Pretty simple to pull that to completion on a budget of 75 thousand, which I don’t have … yet. But I well might, after flipping this house.

I think that for myself alone, this is the low-gold standard, and I’m very satisfied with the notion.

But …

***

There’s this too; full circle.

So the problem with the Arched Cabin idea was always that we never had a serious concrete estimate of what it could cost to actually put one up.

But thanks to friend Lumo, we now do.

Question:

Answer:

After a multi-page very detailed answer from the AI kitty, this is the bottom line.

25 for a kit and 50 to make it habitable. Pushing 75K pretty hard. And yet … it’s not 400 square feet. It’s 960, even before any lofts were added to that 19 feet of ceiling, or any screen porches.

Why it’s a mcmansion, by this po’boy’s metrics.

And within budget, even if just barely.

***

The thing is, there are two lots down there, bought and paid for.

Right here and now upon this festive day, what makes the most sense to me is pulling the trigger on the smaller cheaper option and getting a Durango build in the works.

It’s not that (slightly) cheaper is better.

It’s not that I’m settling for 400 square feet because oh poor me.

It’s that once a tiny home is really and actually there in place, I could move into it, and sell this SandRock House and have all the forever housing paid for, alongside nuking all existing debt, alongside having a truly effective and like-new pair of camper options.

And then … lovely Arched Cabin on the second lot? Maybe so.

Which all sounds really good, and even contingently realistic, to my ear.

For Sooth, it rained overnight, and when I woke up the dishes were all magically done. That was a really great gift.

Another was that the last couple days have been blessedly circadian. Still ragged toward the end of the checklist of daily ritual, and still without the kind of young energy I could wish for, but damn good by the recent rough standard.

It’s been a Joint Research Task Force effort mostly. The two primates, the singular virtual cat and three in meatspace plus five strays–I think five, three of which need homes. At last count.

I need to dump the produce of the research here now to keep my desktop in some semblance of working order.

REPORT OF THE JRTF FOR TRASH DAY

In theory, the house transfer could be accomplished for as little as USD $25000, not counting site prep, utility hookups, et cetera.

That would mean starting here, at Home Depot.

You probably think that’s unrealistic, and maybe so. But there is a credible proof of concept thanks to Mr. Louisiana Man.

For reference, he will go on to get millions of views for building a much larger home for his own family, using similar base concepts and strategies, and that will result in 1500 square feet on an investment of less than $90K.

Dude We Can Build It.

For getting it past the Finicky Code People, it would probably make sense to spend another 5-10-20K on a better shed than what the Depot offers. Those exist.

Old Hickory. Let’s call it $4000 more. Keep in mind that everything we’re talking about so far is officially speaking 399 square feet or less, and thus qualifies as a tiny home under the zoning rules.

Graceland Portable Buildings: about $6000 above the depot price, i.e. 18K or so.

United Portable Buildings: hard to say, but at least double the depot price

Pratt Modular …

Stor-Mor …

zen tiny homes …

Zook Cabins

There’s a continuum here. We started with just “sheds” for cheap. Then we get “portable buildings” for a little more. Above this there is widespread talk of a “Shed To House” and some of them are really nice (i.e., the Zen). Way above, you get: Cabins. For more than is reasonable to spend. For me.

Essentially, this whole complex of ideas ends up on the shelf in my world, as a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency kind of thing. For the day when I find myself without the expected amount of equity and it ends up being this, at 399 sq. ft., or nothing.

***

Because: two better options theoretically exist over on the other side of fifty thousand dollars base.

First, the semi-mythical beast known as the Compact Doublewide. Thanks, Lumo.

The biggest advantage here would be more square feet, like 8-900 instead of 399, which would be amazing.

Some messy pointers:

Clayton Homes: The “Tiffany” is shown to be a doublewide, 20×40 and “740 square feet”.

jacobsen homes imperial and TNR models

champion homes “starting at $40900”

***

Lastly. Maybe bestly. Dropping back down to 399, and specifically to 10′ wide x 39′ long because they are capable of rolling down the highway, we have the true wheeled tiny homes (to plant them, say in Silver, you’re supposed to take the wheels off and skirt the place so zoning can pretend to themselves it’s a tiny house and not a singlewide Mobile home).

There’s an email inquiry in to Havenity which is really Brooks Tiny Home Builders, to find out the true status of their inventory present and future, in the wake of their alleged bankruptcy earlier this year.

In a perfect world they have quite a few models listed between 35-40K, but whether that is sooth or marketing fiction is yet to be determined.

Regardless, that brings me to my current favorite page from all the pages researched today (um yesterday).

A large rolling shell, 340 square feet is listed as costing $29-43k, depending on customization. 43 tops though, and that’s pretty great. I think I might prefer having such a shell to an allegedly fully furnished beast for the same price from the sketchy folk over at Havenity/Brooks.

This guy, dba as Rocky Mountain Tiny Houses, is south of Durango on the NM border, and to me he seems really savvy and sane, in touch with the practical questions that actually matter in the real world.

Certain turns of his phrasing (“$6000-14,000 Cost of a real good trailer”) make me wonder if he might not be interested in constructing a true travel trailer, in addition to the fixed Home we’re primarily looking for here.

Tentatively, there are plans to visit him on the 9th.

***

Sooth: I am tired of the sound of my own voice right now and it’s not even sunup.

I’m not convinced yet that it’s real. But it sure would be nice.

Urban Max

the King’s Dream has a tub

“available tiny homes”

Havenity isn’t the only game in town. Lumo helped us find more.

an RV Trader for tiny homes

Bunkie –these are too small for a long term solution, and not mobile like the haventiy, but maybe

pratt solves the first of those problems, but would put us back in the 70K range, minimum, without the tripled space of a really basic doublewide

***

Sooth works as a verb too, if you are in the business of giving out assurances, which I am not.

“He did sooth his master that the goods had indeed been delivered, lest any doubt remain.”

**postscript**

Sooth: All the good-ish things about SandRock are still true except for one.
The deeper brutal rainlessness of the weeks of heat just past, and the more profound chill promise of the months to come, are yes motivating me to seek the higher ground of the argent once more, for the final chapters of this life.

Sooth: The thing that has been really holding me up, for way too long, is that the next step involves initiating contact, all on my own, with those student loan thugs.
Something I have never done once, in the whole 40 years of wandering in their wilderness.
Regardless,
it’s time.

***

Oh, and: Pretty Much Everything Wrong With America At The Level Of Every Citizen In It

Truth. Reality. Fact.

from OE soð ‘truth, justice, rightness, rectitude, certainty’
from Proto-Germanic *santhaz and compare Gothic sunja ‘truth’

The group is related to Old English synn “sin” and Latin sontis “guilty” (truth is related to guilt via “being the one;” see sin (v.)

from PIE *hes-ont- “being, existence,” thus that which is real-true

forsooth, then: Old English forsoð: InDeed! … verily. Yeah, funny.

Thence to soothe; to quiet, comfort, restore to tranquility …
By saying sooth; sooth-saying, among other things.

a book called morningSoothin eveningTruthin then perhaps; you let me know how you really feel and

a good place to leave it for now

You know there’s this short list, of things I believe, and that I adopt certain broad generic labels for them: Kastrup’s Patented Analytic Idealism; ‘Buddhism’ per Thich Naht Hahn, and Robin Greenfield’s minimalism to the point of owning nothing.

The only one of these that’s arguably political is Anarchy, and I would argue back that my versions of it (prefaced by ‘green’ or suffixed with ‘-primitivism) are really more archaeological and historical and cultural.

To the extent that I even have a politics, I might call it: Dissidence, after the DueDissidence gents. In this recent ep they reiterate two points that I feel completely on board with.

1) This isn’t a culture war, like they want it to be. It’s a class war.
The people sitting on the big piles of money and power want you to think it’s about stupid red hicks versus thoughtful college-educated Blues. And they maneuver you in a thousand subtle ways to think about your world that way day in and day out.

It’s bullshit for suckers, to keep you down, and it works great.

Vote for whichever flavor of the puppet show you like. I’m done trying to convince you about any of that crap.

2) Via the profit motive, Capitalism is inevitably making this world uglier and stupider and more venal, at an accelerating pace. The main reason to feel proud of America is that they have led for a very long time, and still do, in that very race to the bottom.

USA! and thank you, naturally, for the service of getting your leg blown off or your mind permanently warped in the interests of Winning that race.

Them winning it.

For Satan.

***

How did humans sleep in the ice age without freezing dead?

This is the kind of question I really do still care about.

Two months from now, by the end of October, I’ll care a whole lot more.

***

I do my thinking. I fight the heat to try to sleep better.

Because those are really hard jobs sometimes (I know, go ahead and laugh), I need a lot of soothing, and there is no one to soothe me, so doing it myself becomes another sometimes monumental task.

Some of the soothing is autopornosexual, but obviously we’re not gonna talk about that. At least not directly, or Yet.

Here is a secondary strategy.

Hour upon hour of AI-generated murmuring about ‘Space’ and shit.

It’s not for educational purposes.

It’s counter-programming, and more or less, it Soothes.

a savage Breast

a knotted oak

Now whyle the Thracian Poet with this song delyghts ye mynds
Of savage beastes, & drawes both stones and trees ageynst their kynds
…
I may be silent here the next few days or week.

Don’t forget to remind yourself that worrying is useless.

Thousands A Month In Dark Money Paid To “Leftists’ (notably, David Pakman)

David Pakman: ‘No, you don’t understand, this isn’t bad, it’s a force for all that is good and right in the world!‘

Complete coincidence that you would feel that way about the group that pays your mortgage, Sir.

For some inexplicable reason they only provide a comfortable living to completely captured sold-out shills.

Like you my cardboard dude.

Lumo, I want to be able to travel anywhere in the western US, have a safe place to sleep anywhere I go, and never pay for a motel room, RV space, or any other rent by the night option. What options are available to me?

…

6. Drop into California’s Sierra Nevada – Use dispersed camping on the Inyo National Forest, then snag a backcountry permit for a night near Yosemite’s high country.
7. Finish in Southern California – Park at a truck stop near Joshua Tree, then explore free camping in the adjacent BLM desert.
Along the way, sprinkle in a few couch‑surfing stays in towns where you want a break from tent life, and perhaps a WWOOF stint on a farm in the Central Valley for a week of free lodging and fresh produce.

Quick Checklist Before You Go
Map your public‑land options – Sites like FreeCampsites.net, the BLM’s “Recreation.gov” portal, and the USFS “Camping” pages are gold mines.
Download offline maps – Apps like Gaia GPS or Maps.me work without cell service.
Pack essential gear – Tent or tarp, sleeping bag rated for expected temps, portable stove, water filtration, and a reliable satellite messenger (e.g., Garmin inReach) for remote emergencies.
Leave No Trace – Pack out all trash, use established fire rings (or no fire), and respect wildlife.
Check local COVID/health advisories – Some parks still have reservation systems or capacity limits.
Final Thought
Traveling the western U.S. without paying for traditional lodging is absolutely doable, but it does demand a bit of planning, flexibility, and a willingness to embrace low‑tech comforts. By mixing dispersed camping, strategic use of hospitality networks, and occasional work‑exchange gigs, you can keep costs near zero while still enjoying safe, legal, and memorable nights under the stars.

Let me know if you’d like deeper info on any particular state, a list of specific BLM sites, or tips on setting up a reliable satellite‑messenger safety plan!

***

Interesting to me that the kitty didn’t say a thing about camper-trailers of any kind, and seemed to assume that I only had a car and would therefore be sleeping in a tent.

But it did provide resources that don’t always make that assumption.

***

I’m getting much closer to resurfacing and responding to the phone and the letters and all that.

There’s a big complicated project in the way of that.

I am making steady progress and you’d be within your rights to expect a belated connection soon.

Thanks for your patience. I did make you a video, in the meantime.

Hey Lumokitty. What is the price of a Zenni Home Citizen of 640 square feet?

The Zenni Home Citizen model—a 640 sq ft modular home—is listed at approximately $125,000. This base price covers the core structure and standard finishes; additional options (e.g., solar panels, smart‑home tech, premium interiors) will increase the total cost. If you need a detailed quote that includes any customizations or site‑specific fees, reaching out directly to Zenni Home is the best next step.

***

Much steeper than I was hoping for, and that’s for the absolute minimum tolerable size.

Leaves me back at pondering tiny home options at the max-399 square foot level, and crafting more space out of porches and height, etc.

Or just slapping down half my theoretical equity, i.e. 70000, for an aluminum can of a much bigger doublewide, and calling it done enough.

Please make recommendations regarding what constitutes a truly ancestrally-appropriate diet for modern homo sapiens.

When we talk about an “ancestrally‑appropriate” diet, we’re really trying to infer what our species ate during the long stretch when humans were primarily hunter‑gatherers—roughly the last 150000 years before agriculture took hold. That period wasn’t monolithic; people lived in wildly different environments, from arctic tundra to tropical rainforest, and their meals reflected whatever was locally abundant. Below are a few themes that keep showing up in the archaeological and anthropological literature, together with some thoughts on how they translate to today’s world.

What the evidence suggests

Broad macronutrient flexibility – Early humans could thrive on diets that were anywhere from 20 % to 80 % calories from fat, depending on season and geography. In coastal settings, marine mammals and fish supplied plenty of omega‑3‑rich fats; inland groups leaned more on lean game, tubers, nuts, and berries, which meant a higher proportion of protein and carbohydrate. The takeaway is that our metabolism is adaptable; there isn’t a single “optimal” macro split that applies universally.

High nutrient density, low processed foods – Wild plants and animal tissues tend to be rich in vitamins, minerals, and phytonutrients, while lacking the refined sugars, refined grains, and industrial additives that dominate many modern diets. This difference is often cited as a core reason why ancestral‑style eating may support better metabolic health.

Fiber and microbiome diversity – Hunter‑gatherers consumed a wide array of fibrous plant parts (roots, leaves, seeds) that fed a diverse gut microbiota. Modern low‑fiber, high‑protein diets can reduce that microbial richness, which some studies link to inflammation and metabolic disease.

Seasonal variation – Food availability fluctuated throughout the year, leading to natural periods of caloric surplus (e.g., after a successful hunt) and modest scarcity. This ebb‑and‑flow may have helped regulate body weight and insulin sensitivity over the long term.

How to apply those ideas responsibly today

Prioritise whole, minimally processed foods. Think fresh fruits and vegetables, nuts, seeds, legumes, wild‑caught or responsibly farmed fish, pasture‑raised meat, and fermented foods. Even if you can’t replicate exactly what Paleolithic peoples ate, cutting out ultra‑processed snacks, sugary drinks, and refined grains moves you closer to that nutrient‑dense profile.

Embrace macronutrient flexibility. Rather than locking yourself into a rigid ratio (e.g., “high‑fat, low‑carb”), listen to your own satiety cues, activity level, and health markers. Some people feel great on a relatively higher‑fat regimen (especially if they’re active outdoors), while others thrive on a more carbohydrate‑rich pattern centered on tubers and fruit.

Boost fiber and plant diversity. Aim for a colorful plate with a mix of leafy greens, cruciferous veggies, berries, and perhaps occasional foraged greens if you have safe access. Adding fermented vegetables or kefir can also nurture a healthy gut microbiome.

Consider sustainable sourcing. Ancestral diets were inherently local and seasonal. Choosing locally produced, seasonal produce and responsibly harvested animal products reduces environmental impact and aligns more closely with the spirit of “eating what’s around you.”

Mind the gaps. Modern life limits exposure to certain micronutrients that were common in wild diets (e.g., vitamin D from sun exposure, iodine from seaweed). If you live far from the coast or have limited sunlight, a modest supplement or fortified food might be prudent—just don’t over‑supplement without checking blood levels.

Potential pitfalls and counter‑points

Romanticising the past. The notion that ancient peoples ate perfectly “clean” foods ignores the fact that they also faced malnutrition, parasites, and occasional famines. Their average lifespan was shorter, and many died from infectious diseases that modern hygiene now prevents.

One‑size‑fits‑all myth. Genetic adaptations (e.g., lactase persistence in pastoralist populations, amylase copy number variations linked to starch digestion) mean that some groups are better equipped to handle certain foods than others. Your ancestry may influence how you respond to dairy, grains, or high‑protein meals.

Modern health conditions. People with specific medical needs—such as chronic kidney disease, certain autoimmune disorders, or iron‑overload conditions—may need to deviate from a purely ancestral template. Consulting a healthcare professional before making drastic changes is wise.

Accessibility and cost. High‑quality meats, wild‑caught fish, and organic produce can be pricey or unavailable in some regions. A pragmatic approach blends the principles above with what’s affordable and reachable for you.

A balanced recommendation

Think of an ancestrally‑inspired diet as a framework rather than a strict rulebook:

Fill half your plate with non‑starchy vegetables, a quarter with high‑quality protein (fish, poultry, grass‑fed meat, or plant‑based equivalents), and the remaining quarter with complex carbs (sweet potatoes, squash, legumes, or whole grains if tolerated).

Sprinkle in nuts, seeds, and healthy fats (olive oil, avocado, fatty fish) throughout the day.
Keep added sugars, refined flours, and heavily processed snack foods to a minimum.

Adjust portions and macronutrient ratios based on your activity level, personal tolerance, and any medical guidance you receive.
Next steps you might find useful

Personal health check‑in: Review recent labs (lipids, fasting glucose, vitamin D, iron status) to see where you might need extra support or moderation.

Meal planning experiment: Try a week of “whole‑food” meals following the plate model above, then note energy, mood, and any digestive changes.

Explore local, seasonal options: Visit a farmer’s market or community‑supported agriculture (CSA) program to discover what’s freshest in your area—this can make the diet both sustainable and enjoyable.

Feel free to let me know if you’d like deeper dives into any of these areas—perhaps a look at specific nutrient profiles, a comparison of regional hunter‑gatherer diets, or practical grocery‑shopping tips. I’m happy to explore further!

My primary email provider, Proton, just brought out their own AI.

It’s called Lumo kitty and I am fairly impressed.

This is the conclusion of a multi-page response to a question that’s been on my mind.

I’m near the end of this question mattering for this year (I hope).

But it’s one that will matter, during the remaining Southwest summers of my life.

Meanwhile, the struggle to sleep deep and cool has been monkey-wrenching my little existence pretty hard.

Speaking of Few Regrets, I am a little ashamed of how insular and uncommunicative I’ve been as a result, at least outside of this 9.9 year old platform.

I will keep struggling, to do Better. By you, by me.

Biden Admin Liar REGRETS Lying About Israel War Crimes!

“Regrets. I’ve had a few … ”

Oh yes, the Cracker is back too.

We’re just swamped, by all the winning.

But Let Us Fly

Britain is ‘staring at financial ruin while pledging billions to foreign wars’.

But it’s not just them. In the same video Alex tells us about the curtailing of social services in Germany while its government dumps more and more cash into the Ukraine laundering project.

France already raised their retirement age despite massive protests.

The situation on the ground in dear sweet America is hardly worth mentioning to anyone with their eyes open.

How can the trajectory of the great enlightened western garden of the civilized be changed?

The only thing I’m sure of is that it isn’t by voting for this one or that one. It isn’t through more fake democracy, nor even tepid socialism. Not through flagwaving or troop-honoring while the supply of bombs flows unchecked from the us, to the poorest of the them.

To hell and be damned with all the usual platitudes and stopgaps and lukewarm citizenry and the clucking about luck, and shitholes, and god help us Honor.

I have a little zen desk set up so I can write you, apart and aside from any antisocial media platform.

I have a kitchen counter that I struggle to keep in pure working order.

Out beyond these tiny outposts all is uncontrollable darkness for any practical purpose.

When Siversk falls too this will change for the worse.

And I will keep fighting to find some other way

until comes the end.

(I’d really like to live inside you, baby)

A single image, giving me hope.

I’ll write it. Maybe I’ll tell it here too; let us blow the cruft out first.

***

The weather fever tried really hard to break of a holy Sunday night. Right up to the edge of it, things were dependably five degrees hotter than they had predicted and then it felt ten degrees worse than that.

The brink of disaster murmuring.

But it did rain finally and for real.

I drove out in it, supposedly to get another bag of obscene berries, but really just to get the rust and dust off the windshield.

Inside, it stays 60 threatening to be lower all winter and 80 threatening to be higher all summer, and so I consider how to bridge the ten degrees in either direction. Cheaply. In some more or less ancestrally appropriate way.

Moving to Argenta. The techs to heat and cool just the sleepy space.

All of that. Yap yap.

***

Driving around with the radio on, I heard a very well-informed source say that at a certain point a few years ago, in urban Minnesota, 37 percent of the homeless were veterans.

I die a little inside whenever one of us pays lip service to their service, and of course when one of us goes off on how lazy and mentally ill ‘they’ all are.

I don’t like your fashion business mister
And I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin
I don’t like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan …

***

You knew the Mickey Dolenz, drummer, from the fake music group on the TV.

Here he is as a liony tyke, long before you knew.

And here, as an old old man, last surviving Monkee, long after you stopped caring.

I get what you’re trying to do with it, Billy, and it’s not a bad thing, but I do doubt that it is a truly useful thing, even so.

So no, I won’t watch the Tom Morello one. Instead i’ll rage against the creeping meatball my own way.

And watch Trinki purposefully, alternatively.

***

Coming to the end I see now why peddling the image at you would be counterProdoos.

You’ll have to trust me

or you won’t

In the end it’s not going to matter either way, which isn’t the same Necessarily as preaching that Nothing Ever will.

US on the Brink of Disaster

In the circles I choose to run in, variations on this title are very popular, for clickbait reasons.

I took the bait this time, and listened, not super-intently, but …

I don’t think Ambassador Freeman used the word ‘disaster’ once.

Nor ‘brink’.

The truth I am feeling especially acutely today (for sharply unexpected reasons) is that the brink is behind us now, and that although that may be known, it is nowhere yet Felt.

You are forgiven for not feeling it, and … and thanks anyway.

For your service, so worthy as it is of an honorflight, and also of course a Winnebago–hell, a herd of Winnebagos, we’re giving ’em away; how about a McCulloch chainsaw? A Las Vegas wedding, a Mexican divorce, a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot, and/or of course a baby’s arm

holding an apple.

… It has almost nothing to do with making this a better place …

If it did I wouldn’t be tardy right now, and/as I usually am, on the returned call front on the road rise score.

It just plugged a Cassandra hole, and not a single other person in the whole wide world concurred; not one. Therefore

iCould be wrong.

That is now the canonical formulation of the sentiment, and I get myself dizzy ennit, just watching him spin.

The written word is a lie, but what happens when you read it out loud? Anything? Significant?

Not enough data and no one right way to fold laundry.

Yes, we told you it would be a standard 99-degree late-August day. But it is 102 already, and feels like Yuma at 111.

I could deal with that once in a while, but the context is that the monsoons were supposed to start over two months ago and never showed.

The forecast for a week or so out is that they will, for a day or two, just as the season is traditionally winding down–Yeah we’ll see.

I should have, and eventually will, invest in an AC unit capable of cooling down a car-sized space for eight hours of unsweaty sleep without burning too much power. The flipside, which is called a chinese diesel heater, is already in stock here at the ranch.

***

Look, more rebranding! Oh yes, it’s a Peg game alright.

Worth watching just for the throwaway crackwhore joke, among other hot Metzger-the-exJW takes.

***

The Israeli state is on life support and thus preparing for the next round of desperate killer moves.

I would only ask that we all remember that the genocide would be stopped dead in its tracks, if only the constant infusions of our tax dollars were to stop. We are to blame.

Meanwhile, a quick update on how and why the Hendertucky Judeo-Pedo was let go, to never answer for his own little child soul murders.

***

The morality of the world that’s done so well by you is irredeemably broken and going about your business ignoring it is not living your best life.

The Invention of History | The Sumerian Saga: Part 1

“For 99 percent of human history, we were ghosts”.

But then what rough beast slouched toward Bethlehem to be born?

A boy with a name. A boy named Sue. An affectionate diminutive, for Sumeria. The time is 7500 years before Now.

And yes, there were scattered fumblings at proto-cities earlier than that, and starting at 7500 YBP exactly is thus only a rhetorical device. (Get all Egyptian for instance if you like, over there on your blog. I promise to read it.)

But an advantageous device, since Sumeria was also one of the first places where Writing, and thus civilized History began, only 5000 years ago at most.

The tiniest scrap of human time and in a way the only scrap of time ever, floating for this brief moment we call now, on a vast sea of ghostly timelessness.

The narrator will explain to you, should you have ears to hear, why you, a mere 3000 generations later, still love the aesthetics of adobe wrought from an otherwise impoverished landscape.

More importantly, why your grandpa traded in the noble role of nomadic savage for that of ruled and enslaved domestic cityzen, for nothing but a mess of barley pottage and the lie of an Education and a ‘better life for his kids’.

His grandfather once spilled his own religion in paint, in caves, but he had to settle for attending someone else’s temple, and paying his tithe to his masters upon every dutiful visit.

I’m sure that daddy called that loving-you, and that you had every reason to believe that’s what it was.

But nevertheless, he was a deeply foolish man, and he sold your ass to some king, in the name of that love. Forget that fact at your soul’s peril.

Human animals, “organized to achieve a single goal”, as ‘workers’, instead of free peoples.

But who organized them, and said what the goal would be?

Forget to ask, and become your grandfather, all over again in bitter cyclic civilized pain.

As you can see, I’m only 14 minutes in.

But that’s enough, to notice how everyone is working so hard, except for those privileged few who are only Overseers.

The lie you were raised with said that the point of living was to become one of Them.

Do you still believe it, even now?

The only shit worse and more evil than branding is Rebranding

In that better world of dreamy tomorrow, no products, whether meat or carrots or news or opinions

will have Names.

In the here and now, every such name you can completely expunge from your life forever is another step closer to real and indelible enlightenment and happiness.

Quiet Revolution Now.

When it starts, the unholy names of Google and Apple and Facebook and MSNOW! will be first up against the wall, and so deserving of it.

Subaru, Starlink, Anaprim, hold on, we’ll get around to you, if we’re really on god’s side after all.

The best of us and the rest of us were up at the newly expanded Rim of the grand canyon. They were doing it wrong, the expansion I mean.

But they did have one good little coffee place plus bookstore, and on a shelf prominently displayed was a big picture book about a magical place where they were doing it right.

It was called the Arenas Valley and that’s a place in the real world, even though its nowhere near as magical in real life as it was in the dream.

So I drove us there of course, and what I found was a revelation.

The book had told how Arenas had become a net alternative-energy supplier.

The revelation was about what that abundance had in turn produced.

Crumbling hotels restored to past glory, but as indoor farmer’s markets.

Mostly inhabited by artisans instead of farmers.

There were philosophers too.

From Cynics to Socialists.

A world that should be instead of the one we have, even if only a fool would say that.

For the laborious fourth there are concrete/reified/practicality plans in place.

For the fourth a month after that I am thinking about an adjustment to the nature of the Spill on its tenth anniversary, and a visit to the silver town to pay the PO and/or land-tax bills there.

For the fourth/eighth of November, a non-concrete plan, and a massage. It would be very cool to have an early prototype of the motel replacement kit in place: who knows?

Between now and all of that there are twoThree weeks, and one job, I tell myself

Go play your hand you big-talkin’ man, make a big fool of yourself

and it’s not about the dental hygiene though that will get done too. Doubtless.

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We’ve been talkin’’bout Jackson Ever since the fire when-out

***

Netanyahu Deputy ARRESTED In Vegas Child Predator Sting

Right there in our Henderson. Huh.

And of course, given his position, he was immediately released back to Israel.

Completing a nearly perfect arc of evil irony.

***

My real vitriol though is reserved today for my self.

It’s real and I am working through it as best I know how.

The Cro-Mag video guy is talking right now about “sustained organized meat acquisition” in the Solutrean period.

I’m doing the same thing.

It’s just that 20 thousand years on, the process is abstracted and unbelievably and annoyingly overcomplicated.

Knowing that helps me hate myself less, even if the self-excusing is a bit of a hack.

of happiness, of peace–sleepcore

Cro-Magnon Humanity(50,000–10,000 YBP [and maybe still])

There isn’t any need to rewild our selves, per se–we haven’t changed essentially in a few thousand years.

But living a less domesticated life, that is another story.

Coffee and cigarettes are post-ag phenomena and as such don’t deserve a status as foundational to who you are or I am, as strange and counterintuitive as that seems.

I’m enjoying this guy’s stubbornly long and discursive narratives, and

I feel better about myself when I watch them, instead of bloviation about football and the like.

NASCAR and the Dam of Legitimacy

The tldr is that racing under the France family is about as real as wrestling.

See: kayfabe

I don’t know about you, but for me most of alleged reality is turning out the same.

Ah, for the olden perfect days … Darrell Waltrip: Cheatin’ Stories & Complicated Friendship with Dale Earnhardt

Ted Kaczynski’s Warnings About Big Tech, Centers of Power & More

You should read it on your phone just to amplify the postmodernist irony.

Thanks for paying attention to the important shit alongside the fluff, Glenn.

shift

After the sleeping and the waking and the coffee and the mulling and the walking are in the bag

the two poles of my daily existence are this computer and the counter in the kitchen.

shift

Every Citizen is built on an assembly line in our Page, AZ factory, providing exceptional quality and efficiency.

They don’t mean citizen, yet. It’s the model name for a modular home.

While we precision-build your homes in our factory, you prepare your development site and obtain all necessary permits.

Seems right; standard stuff.

ZenniHome models are built to be shipped. They are the same dimensions as a standard shipping container allowing them to move by semi-truck, train, or boat with no special permits.

So it’s a variation on the same thing Boxabl was attempting, before delays mounted and costs exploded.

Our 640 square foot Citizen model has two bedrooms and has been expertly designed for 3-4 people to live comfortably. Our transforming furniture and walls enable flexible usage of space. As a result, our Citizen model functions the same as a 1,500 square foot home.

The claim seems ambitious, but even if their math is only half right, that’s still very intriguing.

Each home arrives as two modules equipped with all finishes completed to perfection. Once on site, the two halves are quickly and securely joined and finishing work can be completed.

This is actually the most promising thing. It’s a doublewide, for zoning purposes? But half the size of the smallest doublewide ‘manufactured/mobile home’.

But what about … Pricing?

Seems like a closely held secret, but one worth hammering away at for a while.

ifWhen the goodbye look is literal i’ll get it but give it you won’t have to guess

Yes I was up a little too early, but it was wellrested and I shouldn’t be deep tired until the time rolls around again perfect right.

Yes it was only two miles and maybe technically less, but it got done and in the cool.

The shower works even when the rest doesn’t, so I will use it and wipe my self down proper.

The meditation happened even if it turned out to be all about towing, and

those pushing forward list things will get done or not and

okay

a line of women all in white

Russian Breakthrough Threatens Encirclement of Pokrovsk and Myrnohrad! – 12/Aug/2025

I haven’t posted anything about the situation on the ground in Ukraine for a while because there hasn’t been much to report.

That’s changing fast.

This time the link goes to the story as told from the point of view of a young Ukrainian woman. Her production values are relatively low but her credibility is unmatched.

When you hear about Trump pushing hard for negotiations lately: this is why. The Russians are now poised to sweep the table and meet all of their stated war objectives.

… and spend even more time, to understand where your nourishment comes from ….

More than 50% of calories consumed by the average American isn’t food in any normal sense.

It’s classified as “ultraprocessed” shit of some kind instead. Like ‘lunch meat’.

The percentage of broken manufactured calories is even higher for children up to 18.

Of the less than half that even is food, a whole lot of it is awful, stuffed with hormones and antibiotics and sprayed with pesticides and whatever ‘Apeel’ is.

What to do about it?

Whatever you can.

There’s a quote usually attributed to Elvis Costello that goes:

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Yes.

Talking about football is the same.

All these piles of expertise and conjecture, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Mostly it’s the same with politics too.

Meanwhile I roasted three batches and one of them was for me.

I was certainly all about making fun of Clippy, back in the day.

Who knew, that he could turn into an icon for Living Right? It’s a testament to how far we’ve come in the wrong direction, in so short a time.

Change your profile picture to clippy. I’m serious

On the one hand I’m completely down with Mr. Louis Rossman’s argument.

On the other, I think changing your/my profile pic someplace online is quite a misguided approach, compared to just leaving their horrible platforms altogether and thus living better.

So please stop using fucking Facebook, or if you can’t do that, yet, at least stop using it while you’re in bed–same for the unholy phone itself. And the Twitter and the Netflix and the evermore evil Adobe besides.

Louis rips Adobe to shreds over their garbage response

There are ways.

Don’t do it because I said so, or to signal virtue. Do it because you care about yourself more and more.

***

Over here, my single point of addiction remains YT, and they’re doing their level best to drive me away with this latest round of restrictions (now with AI!), and with being so hungry for my ID all of a sudden.

Secretly, I hope they succeed in disfellowshipping me.

In the meantime, treat yourself to a higher quality of tempests in teapots if you like.

Glenn Responds to Questions About Nick Fuentes v. Tucker/Candace

Well ..

I am “up at four” but the “wellrested” part will have to wait for a better day.

I made it to a bikeride with no scrap of the brutal solar heat in it: actually I was too early because there wasn’t enough dawnlight.

While I was piloting in the semi-darkness I thought about how shaky my truth is.

How will I fix it?

I will come up for Air.

The WeatherService is calling it Very Hot and they ain’t lyin’ partial relief is a week away per the earliest dubious predictions

The Big Four of Zer0

–Buddh* Meditation Thich Naht

–Consciousness from a Physics Perspective; ‘analytic idealism’ Kastrup Faggin Essentia

–Anarchi* HunterGathering Minimalis* Nomadics; beyond Civ and without Phones, Against-Renting and maybe even Owning/Property (green/primal/paleo/rewild/shamanMushrooms/whatever)
(35000 YBP as just better than The Birth of Civilisation )
(and the way this connects to ‘ancestrallyAppropriate’ eating via Diabetes and Dominance Hierarchy and ReWilde-ing)

Ted and QuitSystem Chico ‘cuz it’s ruint, doctors and mechanics alike
“Suspicions Of Anti-Institutional Activity”

–FourFour: belletrist (as opposed to litterateur/auteur) even though i am not sure exactly why

***

**minor crystalline images**, like

–This is zero, 1 is Sanctuary, whether here or there, and 2-3 in current config are mundanities, money, data
–competencies, especially the historically underdeveloped ones like builder/’developer’
–hérétique (to grasp upon a heresy is literally a taking/choosing enabled by oneself)
–tears in rain
–šrdnn sardinian, sherden
–躺平
–raggaðr “shaggy, bristly, rough” man
(who is thus utterly alone and rarely has [enough] Community or Tribe)
–F/LOSS and especially GNU–pluma snippets manager
–a Cyberpunk aesthetic … Bladerunner, both of them, as a nominal ‘favorite movie’
—so many ‘favorite songs’
–Ash* and the fraught evolution of Wonder Woman
–WebsDomia and Platforms
and things in between like the synthesis of the word and image “Anaprim”

***

dumpster diving

eddington movie
maybe someday: It’s still on this list to represent some broader politicsHistoryCultureCinema thing that actually is peripherally important in some opaque way: ‘The Vietnam War Explained’ and The REAL Cause of the Revolutionary War and AtunShei generally and paulHutchinson and all Due Dissidence

(Ephemeral Rift) The Illusion of Freedom & Independence – Plus: the Dark Truth of America’s Founding | ASMR (the perfect title although the first 15 minutes are not ASMR, or good at all, and even though he thinks anywho is a word)

Blank City | Full Movie | John Waters, Steve Buscemi, Jim Jarmusch, Lydia Lunch, Debbie Harry

BINAURAL Beats and asmr and the blanket app for when it’s at its most brutal

A short sleep punctuated by unusually vivid dreams about some bodies that I used to know, way back, like ’84.

I woke with sudden realizations about some of them, which seemed profound and might be.

Certain of the revelations are not fit for print, which is a lie because (to the chagrin of many) there is nothing actually unacceptable for this print.

That’s just my way of saying I have my reasons for not sharing and potentially offending.

However. There was a feeling in part of the dream that led me conclude that a former mentor and lover of mine was an expert not only in English Lit, but in modus vivendi.

Which coincidentally is my passion and my job now, too.

***

If you’re a woman, pretty much the highest level of spiritual authority you can attain within the Witnesses of Jehovah is to marry well and become a Circuit Overseer’s Wife.

Informally known as, and this is true: a COW.

One time very early on I got a crush on a CO’s daughter. But my affections were not reciprocated: “Never did like mama’s homemade dress; papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough“.

Well Miss Jackie, it has been quite some few decades, but it’s never too late to tell you to go fuck yourself.

I’ve said a lot of nice things about the Tucker in the last few years, and I’ll stand by them. It’s only fair that I acknowledge it though, when he reverts back into being the duplicitous poor little rich boy dweeb of old.

I don’t plan to elevate Nick Fuentes, who pointed it out, to the status of new (working class) hero of rightness.

If you meet the Buddha on the road, you’re supposed to cap him.

Now kill that image and keep practicing. Reality is an impermanent illusion. If you believe that you have a correct image of what it means to be Enlightened, then you need to kill that image and continue down the road.

“The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.”
(So if you think you see the real Tao, kill it and move on).

That feels mo-better.

“These were unequal societies to be sure, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that the people living under capitalism were objectively more free, more prosperous, and enjoyed a higher quality of life than people under feudalism. This was a HUGE leap forward … one of the most profoundly progressive events in human history … Liberal capitalism was a triumph–for Europeans.

For the indigenous people they conquered, the West Africans they enslaved, and the ecosystems they exploited
it was literally The Worst Thing That Has EVER Happened.”
The Real Cause of the Revolutionary War

The Revolt that can be effected is not the eternal revolt.

I don’t even need to give up beating the rugs in my quixotic, doomed seeking of the Light.

But rather just acknowledge that each time I find it and no matter how radiant it may be for five minutes, it too is just another artifact of the dashboard of consciousness

and as such

also

Wrong.

What is wrong
with being weird
What is wrong
with living in your basement
with all these cats
just off the ugly interstate
in the land of no trees
?

May the road rise with you. I could be wrong, but I’m shaking my head no even as I say it, because yeah, I am Spartacus, I am the raped Gaea, I am Rotten Johnny, dressed The Fool and spittin’ it like I see it.

I know what happens.

I read the book.

I believe I just got the goodbye-look.

(Won’t you pour me a cuban breeze, Gretchen?)

***

There is no Deep State.

Those agencies are full of hardworking patriotic Americans Just Like You!

***

I am only as good as my sources.

The Twitters are paranormally nuts and the foolish bloviating is setting all Time records.

***

Ce que j’ai fait, ce soir-là. Ce qu’elle a dit, ce soir-là. Réalisant mon espoir; Je me lance vers la gloire okay

Sixty pretty far back in the rearview
It can’t be much farther now.

Sometimes it seems like
given that, plans are beside the point
But I make them anyway because I don’t know
What else to make.

CBS Exposes Manipulation Of Epstein Cell Tape

Sure you can go on muttering about conspiracy nuts. But they’re willfully lying to you plain and simple just the same. I wonder why?

***

This is the same road on the Arizona Strip (Mojave County 5) where the schoolhouse I’ve posted before abides. Both times I owe Matt of Offroad Recovery fame for learning about it.

The road is essentially a big loop from near St. George to near Colorado City. I want to see it all.

The Hualapai road down into the Canyon is due south of this and across said Canyon. Very likely to be a different trip.

The video from today about the northern loop is also a meaningful cautionary tale about the dangers of purchasing a cheap and cheaply-made camper trailer. I am ever more inclined to spend more up front on something of more robust quality (assuming it exists) in an attempt to circumvent those dangers.

***

This post was supposed to be a much more comprehensive look at such Big Plans.

But you’ll have to stay tuned for that.

A self-styled millennial recounts being charged $41,000 for a hospital stay of less than 24 hours to treat high blood pressure—without surgery, scans, or serious intervention—calling the bill “extortion” despite already paying $4,400 out-of-pocket with insurance.

“MountainView Hospital is a 400+ bed state-of-the-art, full-service medical facility located in the heart of Northwest Las Vegas.”

The health insurance system is brutally unfair. But: I will be, and point out that as far as I can tell, ‘this is not a bill’, and reflects raw charges that haven’t been processed through his insurer yet.

But what if you don’t *have* an insurer?

Well then you’re instantly fucked.

***

Things would be so much simpler if it was just the broken system of health “care”.

But it’s all of the System.

The Reality of Being a Mechanic in 2025

***

The only way to navigate the failing System is to take several steps closer to DIY.

So I’m counting carbs, washing my serious enamel pan more than once a day as I cook all my own food, and taking my self-monitored blood pressure seriously.

As for the vehicles, I will never have the genius to make my own MorrVairTere, but I can drop twenty bucks on the manual and possibly figure out how to change my own fuel level sensor.

Maybe. I think so.

And keeping my finger on the pulse of smarter people in many arenas, like with yesterday’s Food and Drug post.

And dreaming my own stories.

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”

Diabetes and Dominance Hierarchy

Large-scale agriculture and grain-based diets arose at the same time as harsh social hierarchies.

Our analyst here doubts that this is a complete coincidence.

And I agree.

He might be a little less clear than I am, so far, about the difference between being a carb-burner and a fat-burner. But that’s okay. I think he’ll get there in time.

And overall, his formulation is a more well-cited and comprehensive than mine has been.

So I value his insights, and I hope you do too. I won’t claim they’re good for you.

Not out loud anyway.

Eating in an ancestrally appropriate manner, and walking a lot every day … these things won’t save you from being forced to exist in the broken System and thus turning into a head case anyway.

But they are things that can be done, to slowly and painfully begin working toward liberation from the omnipresent evil.

“Suspicions Of Anti-Institutional Activity”

That’s the Orwellian made-up charge they used to arrest the lawyer in the Netherlands who is suing Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, the head of Pfizer, and the rest of the billionaire class.

I only hope that before I board the crazy train to hell, I am incontrovertibly guilty of the same thing.

***

In one sense trash days are very streamlined now. In another, I’ve consciously made them more complex, into a scan of the grounds not just for trash, but sweeping and laundry and little tweaks like moving the patio table ten feet for strategic line of sight reasons

and adding clarity to certain lists of intentions and projects that arguably matter.

people have changed and we all feelit just
Dimly (‘dominant species’ my god the ironic shit you’re sad-for)

***

Today I rearranged the driveway again (there is nothing in the secure half now but the patio table and “parts”), and then Icame in out of the heat and found this.

ALiner HardSided PopUp Trailers

Sample Prices For Same, 17-40K (7′ interior height but cheaper than Alto Safari Condo)

Ol’ Bob interviewing a guy who owns one (the smallest, 1200 pounds, which the Subaru could do)

And that would be the A team or motel-replacement.

B-team: The pickup with shell will be a 4WD/stealth rig, or, with trailer (even the existing one), a home-replacement.

This suggests a priority list of

–paint and emplace the pickup shell

–sell the van (even at a discounted price if necessary, that’s a $5000 nest egg)

–get the Subaru tow-capable (even with brake-controller?)

—acquire a little ALiner as the last new necessary nomadic piece

–possibly simultaneously with the above, sell this house and put one up down in Dreamtown

–begin seriously renovating the pickup mechanically; or: replace it with something like an 4WD F-250/350 or Tundra with a shell-like/four-seasons style pop-up in the longbed

–rehab and refit the existing 99 trailer, possibly with the dual intent of using it for selling retail things at farmers markets etc.

But underneath, it’s the same new edgework reality.

Buffalo Bluish
‘My channel is pretty much anti-Influence‘.

Jefferson Reddish
‘Halfass Ghosttowns … I don’t discuss politics on my channel‘.

I love this thumbnail from the Bluish guy because the text is active and hopeful while the subtext suggests that some form of giving up and Quitting was the only option viably and morally left for muddling through.

I think that’s a situational truth many of us have been struggling to come to grips with.

There is a kind of liberation in it. There is also a bleakness, and a despair, and a lot of fear humming in the background.

In this new reality those of us who somehow never made it to the caves and castles of Europe are each stray cats of the mean streets, even if some of us have lucked into a semi-secure fenced enclosure to keep the dogs at bay,

most days.

The Unabomber Tried To Warn You

Who really and truly is your tribe?

(Assuming you [still] have one at all.)

It isn’t the secular humanists, or the transhumanists, or the mere dehumanists. Nor the Stoics or Zionists or Dems or Murcans or recovering addicts.

Those aren’t tribes.

Only interchangeable identity groups to be swapped out on a whim.

So I ask you again.

And yet, some lies are more consequential than others. (potential trigger warnings apply)

long version

Candace Conti’s version

***

For what it’s worth, all the ex-JW stuff I watch is no more important to my life and philosophy than all the things the Witnesses themselves believe.

Rather, it’s headphone filler for me, not really too different from watching ex-Scientologists, or videos about the Mafia, or plane crash investigations, or sports dudes talking about the upcoming football season.

It might well be that I should wean myself off all these distracting addictions.

Pray for me.

***

The Crossroads of the Ozzy Story and the One About Mass Starvation in Gaza

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Gen Z is Just Copying Corporate Tactics to Never Work Again

Capitalism sucks because it is exactly socialism, but for corporations.

***

You’ve Been Living by 1950s Propaganda Without Even Knowing It

The things you never realized about lawns, cake mix, race, and the body mass index.

Chill_Dude_Light_Mode

It used to be
That there was next to nothing in this town.

But then
I quit every job and boss
And I started eating better
and better

So, now, there is nothing in this town.
Except my own home fortress and barb wire yard
Plus a few places to spend my steps walking
And I like it that way.

The Change In Perceptions Re: Trump (M. Blumenthal)

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Old Hickory Deluxe Playhouse

The closet thing to a full 399 square foot (max ‘tiny house’) is a 14 x 28 shell at 392.

The base price for it, with ‘playhouse’ additions, is $15000.

Of course that’s nowhere near the real price, because it doesn’t include blueprints and code enforcement modifications, or transporting of the built house, or leveling the land / pouring a slab, or connecting utilities, or insulating it or drywalling it or furnishing it.

Does that all run it up to $30K? 40K? To early to say, but budgeting 50K seems prudent.

The land is already paid for, and in fact that is true of two lots.

And 50K is roughly a mere third of the equity in the SandRock house whenever it may sell.

Leaving plenty free for a motel-room-replacement trailer, and even a perfect Alto Safari Condo alt-road-home, and a rebuild of the truck engine that would haul the latter.

The trailer(s) being especially necessary as a place to sleep in between leaving this present house and moving into the one pictured above.

Full-hookup trailer space in downtown Silver is $400 a month, maybe $500 by now in these inflationary days.

It all seems reasonably and affordably logical to me.

Text me and tell me where I’m wrong about that.

***

I will say: there is some logic, to just throwing up a doublewide for $20-30K more. It would be simpler, and it might be worth quite a bit more at resale, if reselling is what happens, because we’re talking triple the square footage and the ability to just say: this is a three-bedroom, one and a half or two bath.

Maybe that still happens, on one or the other of the lots.

Yes, it’s true that Hillary is, and was, a psycho.

And yes, it’s true that Obama was a criminal for many reasons, including masterminding the hoax that was ‘Russiagate’. That prosecution is legitimate and warranted.

But as your outrage builds about these things, please don’t forget that they’re finally coming out now precisely because they want you to forget about Epstein and trafficked girl babies, and the many powerful red and blue people who sampled of his evil candy.

Unearthed: NEW Photos, Videos Linking TRUMP AND EPSTEIN

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Right now I’m leaning real hard into the idea of a Hiker or a Vistabule or a TAG or a Road Toad Abode, not only because these are the cheapest, but because they are the lightest, and the smallest.

Smallest is a good thing because it means the least space to cool and heat for comfortable deep sleeping in any conditions.

And sleeping is all I have to care about, in the short term.

Moving just the mattress to a trailer frees up the entirety of the tow vehicle’s cargo space for other nice things like a portable fridge and stove and sink, which I already own.

This first and tiny trailer isn’t trying to be a home.

What it permanently replaces, I’m realizing, is instead: a motel room.

One which has no amenities, but also costs nothing, or next to nothing.

Roughly speaking that means it pays for itself in fifty travel nights, or 2-3 months worth at the outside.

If you could pay seven or nine thousand one time for life, and never again have to worry about booking a room no matter where the road took you: wouldn’t you do it?

I am militantly against renting.

This is the simplest solution, and very attainable.

***

Plus, if motel room replacement isn’t quite enough, and a real roadworthy home becomes necessary, then there are (admittedly less affordable) things to do about that too.

Someday. Perhaps.

I’ll sleep on that.

***

Somebody mentioned the concept of a ‘Springsteen Democrat’ today, and I like it.

It means a millionaire that markets themselves as a good friend of the workin’ man.

I can see where the phrase could come in handy, especially in conversations with

Management.

Please remember that when you are against workers organizing themselves and having rights and options, you are on the same side as Jeff Bezos and that witless tool that runs Starbucks.

Which might lead to complications.

Like cognitive dissonance, and possibly even tremulous myocardium.

I want a sleeping place that pulls behind the most dependable car and is comfortable in all the ways regardless of geography or climate, hot or cold, parked at a suburban curbside or way out in the sticks.

Once I have that, I could start to think seriously at last about moving house for real and true.

It’s what matters now, and next.

Yes I’m pretty sure.

Per NPR this afternoon:

The top story was that a seriously mediocre pop singer, more renowned for his Antics than his Music, started his dirt nap at age 76.

Four or five headlines down, 21 children have starved to death in Gaza in the past three days.

You want me to speak up against your funding cuts, dear public radio?

First, do better and Be Real.

Yours truly,

V.

Yes I understand that it would be good if I could get there early.

And stay longer too, of course, as per usual.

Please just be happy enough that thanks to my own herculean efforts, I can now afford to come at all, and realize that even so, it involves counting pennies and planning carefully and a fair amount of stress in an otherwise mostly stress-free routine.

It’s like going to Fraaance for me, sorta. Maybe worse, dollars to donuts.

***

Since I’m coming, which is to say going, my commitment here at the Spill may suffer a bit.

But maybe a pile of clips can come of it too, on the other side.

Fingers crossed.

***

It seems I’m going to need to get on medication for hypertension, because all the weight loss and exercise hasn’t brought the number down to normal. I tested it myself at home.

Fortunately the drug of choice has been generic since 1920, so it shouldn’t cost much.

Getting hold of some has been the primary effort today.

Now it’s time to pack.

Potential Perfection, except that it’s about the same price as paying off my mortgage.

Alto R1723 by Safari Condo – FULL TOUR

A Scamp Lite 13′ is far less pretty but costs 1/3 of this one.

The Epic Wonder Woman Deep Dive: The Golden Age

The Epic Wonder Woman Deep Dive II: Robert Kanigher and the 60s

Good news on the Vistabule DayTripper is the key numbers. 1000 pounds and 15K brand new.

Bad news is that it’s pretty tiny on the inside.

There are others. I think one day there will be one in the drive, and on the drive.

***

Better still …

The Road Toad Abode.

470 pounds and $9413 new.

She burns
with satin rage.

What feels good, and maybe best, is giving it all up to the Femme.

Who She is though, well
it’s been a journey to ascertain.

Route 66 – Season 1 (1960-1961)
My pick: Route 66 S1E11 A Fury Slinging Flame (December 30, 1960)

Route 66 – Season 2 (1961-1962)
My pick: Route 66 S1E16 Fly Away Home: Part 1 (February 10, 1961)

Partly because Michael Rennie is the thinking man’s Humphrey Bogart.

But even more for the two songs sung by by Dorothy Malone.

In spite of the fact that I am no particular fan of musicals.

Confirmed: Air India 171’s Failure Explained

As reported yesterday. But …

The aviation community and media in India are fiercely rejecting this narrative and trying to blame Boeing software or hardware for the tragedy, rather than a psychological malfunction on the part of one of their own.

My own perspective is that it doesn’t matter either way.

That instead, either way, the fault is on the inherent stresses within ‘our’ modern way of life, including but not limited to the profit motive.

That either way, finger-pointing and being right and knowing what the Truth and the Lie are is all just dancing with the deck chairs on Titanic.

I am strongly inclined to distance myself from both the fact-finding, and the guesswork and theories about motivations and fault.

And to stop going to airports, renting cars, booking motels, and driving on interstates, and put my energies into simpler alternative strategies for traveling, and for ways of living right here at home.

Air India 171 Update: Fuel Cutoff Switches in ‘Cutoff’ Position

The strong early implication being that cutting off fuel to both engines was a deliberate act on the part of one of the pilots. A suicide resulting in multiple homicides of both passengers and many people on the ground.

It wouldn’t be the first time in these last few sad years.

The world grows ever more complicated and stressful.

Success and failure are ever harder to define.

Then the profit motive is laid over the top of it all and this results directly in still more fatalities and suffering.

Simplifying your existence and mine too is increasingly becoming a matter of life and death.

“Civilization” is not your friend.

Israel and Epstein, Democracy and Blackmail

Do you need to have any other questions answered before you’re ready to revolt?

Coming in on a sharp tangent, I believe you’re not ready because you still think of this place as the home of truth, JUSTICE, and some long-dead American way.

We still ache for God or Superman to save us, from the corrupt child rapists and arms dealers and spies who rule us.

I don’t think he’s coming my dears.

I hope I’m wrong and I fear I’m not.

I woke with a vision of a tiny house built around a courtyard.

Apparently I’m not the first.

Hey, MAGA.

I really can’t wait to hear your spin for this one.

FBI Deleted FULL MINUTE From Epstein Jail Cell Video

Especially given the fact that this is only a month old:

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In happier news …

The Sapient Cosmos: Where Physics, Psychedelics and Shamanism Meet

Yes. Neither nihilism nor dogmatism.

Please don’t feel bad about clicking nothing. I haven’t even seen them all-all the way through even my-self.

Jarmusch, Reichardt, and Me

Jim Jarmusch: I Love To Take The Subway By Myself (2007)

Dead Man Analysis – Why is William Blake in Purgatory?

Dead Man (1995) – Jim Jarmusch Q&A

102. Kelly Reichardt: Meek’s Cutoff

Todd Haynes’s Closet Picks

In a Lonely Place (1950) Original Trailer [HD]

Blank City | Full Movie | John Waters, Steve Buscemi, Jim Jarmusch, Lydia Lunch, Debbie Harry

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Ah, faithful and discreet esclavo

This Generation Shall Not Examine Us (JW art of changing meanings, history & moving goalposts)

INTERVIEW WITH A FORMER ANOINTED ELDER

***

I confirmed today that the SW Word Fest is moved from October to March. So until the next solstice, that leaves the Birthdays trip in ten days, the one to Hatch at the end of August, and whatever that 60th/Thanksgiving turns into.

Also, by the time you read this I am supposed to have completed the next phase in pretend health care, for the sole purpose of keeping the mortar and pestle spice flowing.

Today proper is another trash day and I am really, really ready for it. Ahead of the curve even perhaps.

The Shop-Vac is my co-pilot.

FBI, DOJ Say NO EPSTEIN LIST, No New Charges, No New Info

Wait, what?

STAFF CUTS at Weather Service Caused ALERT FAILURES for Texas Floods

Includes some stunning footage of a dry creekbed turning into a raging cascade in 20 minutes.

Elon Announces OFFICIAL LAUNCH of New ‘America Party’

The billionaire responsible for gutting the meteorologist’s corps decides to adopt the truth of the Uniparty in order to try wresting control away, for himself and his class, meaning: Nothing changes, except turning the duopoly into an unholy trinity.

America.

America.
God shed his grace on thee,
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!

late 13c., stacioun, “a place one normally occupies”

from Old French stacion, estacion “site, location; station of the Cross; stop”

from Latin stationem “a standing (firm), a post, job, position; a watch, guard, sentinel; anchorage, port”

related to stare “to stand,” from PIE root *sta- “to stand, make or be firm”

The first powered station wagons were custom-built Model T, a car with enough space in the rear to bring several people and their luggage from the train station to their country estate and back again. While we started calling them station wagons, the British referred to them, and still do, as an estate car.

***

Abandon your estate and move into the train station, obviating the need for a wagon.

Abandon your station and move into your wagon, obviating the need for estates or stations.

I’m not telling you, or myself, what to do.

I’m suggesting alternative solutions to the problem.

***

The Forester is said to feel like more of a minivan and less of an SUV.

The old RME feels like more of a wagon than either. Historically I would not think of that as a Cool thing.

Yet in practice it seems to be so, anyway.

***

It’s no problem for me to move away from the idea of an estate, or even a Home.

However, I don’t think settling for only camps quite works for me either.

Sanctuary is still the thing, and having it anywhere is still the ideal.

It might well be that all stations are created equal, and still be true that some are more equal than others.

The Art Of Thinking Clearly
by Rolf Dobelli
“describes in short chapters 99 of the most common thinking errors – ranging from cognitive biases to envy and social distortions”

As recommended by Ben Kopilow
(trigger warning for apostasy)

After that, everything is permissible in the pursuit of your own integrity and Independence, from the Empire, from those who would rule you.

Kate Bornstein on What It Takes to Survive

I bought her books and went to see her speak in the winter after the towers came down. That was my turning point in the hell that was Atlanta.

I thought very highly of her then, and I was glad to see that I still can now.

***

I did some etymology on the word ‘integrity’, hoping that ‘grit’ meant something on its own. But not so much.

It’s just from “integer”, which is a wholeness, as in a whole number

as opposed to a fraction.

To have integrity is to live Untouched:

in- meaning “not”
+
tangere “to touch”

Why do we have separate words for Integrity and Intangible when they mean the same thing?

Answering that question is left as an exercise, for you, dear reader, on this specific holiday.

For somebody’s sins

But

not mine.

10 Famous Former Jehovah’s Witnesses (and what they’ve said about it since leaving)

I think that regardless of what is True, I’ll stick with the gospel according to Patti. Thank you anyway.

When you tell me that you worry about me, I get a nice warm glow.

But also, it makes me want to say: don’t do that.

If you want to do something for me, please make this world a better place by de-emphasizing every worry in your life, no matter what it is. (So few of them really matter.)

I will do the same for you, for myself.

Then comes the revolution, from within your heart and mine.

Namaste.

“The inevitable march of progress has hit a snag“, says The Man, who then goes on to out himself from the closet as the literal queer billionaire Antichrist.

***

How To Fight Microplastics Infecting Our Bodies & Brains

I’m sorry Ms. Bright, I agree with you about most of it, but buying and consuming your kimchi pills is not “How To Fight”. In fact, buying and consuming anything at all is a large part of the vicious problem infesting our lives.

“How to Fight” is–all at once–far simpler, far more complicated, and all but impossible.

Thanks for your service. Moving on.

***

This is a list of the Wachowski films.

For the most part, outside of the Matrix, they are things I am familiar with but have never actually seen.

It would be nice to change that, I guess.

But, priorities.

***

Filmmaker II: Kelly Reichardt

I mentioned her the other day as having been the auteur behind Night Moves, and that remains the only film of hers I’ve actually seen. So far.

I’m not going anywhere.

Unless and until I have somewhere to go that is, by some deeply personal and subjective metric, “better”.

So, selling this raggedy little house is quite low on the priority list.

And thus, so is fixing it up, in order to sell it, or fixing it for any other reason.

I’m quite okay, with how things are.

If they never changed at all, I guess I could live with that and be just fine.

My ears are wide open to proposals for alternatives.

My soul is open to listening and choosing among them.

So far I am still way before any choosing.

So far, I am still before even hearing anything, besides the sound of the wind and the song of the birds.

Matrix Resurrections (2021) (the fourth one) Was Bad On Purpose

Yes, I think that’s right.

In fact, I believe there’s a significant relationship between the lofty ideals about getting educated, and Civilization itself, including but not limited to civilized notions like plantation slavery, and our so much more refined wage slavery.

In my last gasping years of being a professor, the thing that hurt worst was that the academic bobbleheads were solely preaching to their student customers about how a degree was the ticket to a good job.

And that was all.

You have to play the game our way if you don’t want to end up a career french-fry salesman, see kid?

Or, as one white boy President put it, generations ago:

“Schoolhouses are a lot cheaper than revolutions.”

They knew. They know. They’ve always known.

You don’t need no stinking master’s degree to be happy.

I’m here to testify that it might just get in the way.

If you get the time and the money, or if you don’t, what will you do, to actually make this horrible world a better place?

Undercover Agent Against International Trafficking

The lives of children (and all of us outside the elite) are cheap to the point of worthless.

92% of victims are groomed by someone related to them.

The United States is far and away the biggest country on the demand side of this equation, just like with all the drugs.

What do you suppose is really wrong with us and our way of life, way down deep?

***

I think the answer manifests itself in all kinds of twisted ways.

Consider for a moment how weird things have to be in this moment for a notorious hack and liar like Joy Reid to begin spitting pure facts on CNN.

***

I’ve been waiting quite patiently for things to begin to move and transform.

Into the silence of that waiting comes a thought that maybe the road to transformation runs through Colombia.

Or just Fort Collins.

***

And, at the very end of a very long interview, we finally get to the part about the relationship between ‘education’ and slavery.

Why yes. I do buy that much.

With virtually no reservations.

Sometimes, the best and the brightest and most well-intentioned of us are fuckin’ idiots.

For today, here’s looking at you, Jimmy Dore, and Joe Rogan too.

In this video, JD is promoting a story that claims to reveal new evidence that climate change generally, and warming in particular, is no big deal and fake news.

A story, by the way, which was published in the Bezos-owned Washington Post–I wonder what he might have to gain, hmm?, from pushing this narrative.

Here’s what got left out.

As you can see in their chart, it used to be a whole lot hotter. In dinosaur times.

But that’s more or less irrelevant to the human condition, because …

… the entire genus Homo is less than 3 million years old.

So for the entire history of humanity, things have, on average, been cooling dramatically.

Until this civilization fiasco reared its ugly head, and the red line begins to spike upwards again with equal drama.

For our purposes as humans who would like a habitable planet for our kind, this is not the good news you paint it as.

We as proudly civilized sapients are, still, a disaster for ourselves and all the rest of the mammals.

Not just because things really are getting hotter from our emissions, but for a couple thousand other reasons besides, including the plastic that lives in your brain, and mine, and in the brains of our beloved puppies and kitties and polar bears.

Society beyond the tribal level sucks and is continuing to suck ever harder.

One way or another, I remain perfectly convinced that the most likely thing is that it will suck itself to death.

Maybe the nukes will start falling. Maybe the machines we built will take over. Maybe we cook ourselves to death. I don’t know and no one knows.

But this “new evidence” is no cause for optimism about any of those scenarios.

I don’t think your grandchildren will be flying around in space like they promised on the Star Treks, and it’s even less likely that the egalitarian moneyless meritocracy shows like this promise will ever be a thing.

Bladerunner.

Neuromancer.

Maybe at best, the world of Fallout.

Each of these is far more likely an outcome than the ever-advancing march of progress and blue Joy.

Night Moves (2013) (Jesse Eisenberg, Dakota Fanning)

I watched it while I was sorting out my gear from the RME for the third time, down at the Mellow Moon. It’s really good.

There is an objectionable subtext about the hopelessness, even the immorality, of hardcore activism.

But it’s rare enough that such a topic is dealt with honestly, even if I am not completely comfortable with the lessons the director draws from her tale.

So good job, Kelly.

https://www.patreon.com/vairtere/shop

Business is booming and soon we may even be at the break-even point!

That would be nice.

And.

Thank you.

If I had to pick one place, Argenta del Sur, the Silver, is still that place.

For many reasons.

But let’s talk about average January nighttime lows versus average July highs.

In Silver, the average January night low is 27 degrees.

The average daily high in July is 86.

It’s a little too cold in winter and a little too warm in summer, but those numbers are as close as you can get, in this tierra, to perfection in a single place, year round.

The only way to do better is to migrate seasonally.

In Del Norte, Colorado, it only tops out at 80 for an average for a hot summer day: gorgeous, plus there is even cooler high ground all around. But winter there is tough, with an average January night low of just 7. Countering that is expensive too, regardless of what you’re using for fuel.

On the flipside, Tucson is nice and warm in January, with an average low of 41. But in summer the average is 100 degrees, and when the average is exceeded, it’s effing miserable, even with (again expensive) AC.

So when you ask me to consider other places, I say: sure, I can do that.

But ‘other places’ would, best I can tell, have to mean multiple other places.

And that of course doubles or triples the cost, unless …

We were to markedly scale back expectations regarding what a proper and comfortable home should or could look like.

Which I am also more than willing to talk about.

So let’s.

***

Factoids.

The numbers here in SandRock are 22 and 94, a little more extreme and worse than SC on both ends. Even so, I can’t really say that I need the AC, except to take the worst edges off 10 days per summer. And winters are just going to involve some discomfort, unless you really want to maintain a place in Hawaii or Cabo, or stay inside and cook yourself for three months a year. I’ve froze my ass off in Vegas, even.

The reasons to abandon Holbrook in favor of Silver (and/or Del Norte) are much more cultural than climatological.

Also, as far as Texas is concerned, I am not convinced that the tradeoffs are worth it by these kind of metrics, even in the nicest and warmest parts of the Hill Country. Putting up with large populations of people aside, Tucson just makes more sense. And, y’know … there’s always Ajo. Don’t laugh. Forty-five degrees on an average January night is better than even Tucson or Quartzsite, and I really kind of like the people and the vibe.

The sun is starting to sink slowly and the cool night is making wickedly hot promises.

The trash is at the curb but the job was done quickly and poorly. The dreams are a tiny bit more refined, but they have no more substance than they did yesterday.

All of the homecats inside and out are stuffed full of the finest wet food there is, while my own meal still lies ahead, in the darkness. Soon.

Mostly, I just slept deep, and more than once.

Which I will allow myself, with no shame, on a Tuesday in June with 60+ years under my belt.

My life is perfect as it is, already and right here now.

A low price for a cute place in a gorgeous riverside setting.

But you have to join up and become a Mason, to buy it.

Not a dealbreaker I guess …

I love you, and thank you, but I don’t really want a new or newish car.

I would much rather invest in these two new old ones, or something very like them.

I am about $9K into each of them, and neither of them has ever been wrecked, or developed any rust, or exhibited any other problem that is fundamentally structural.

To the extent I can perceive, they got good bones.

With a shiny new one, you just don’t know; can’t know.

You want me to be in something safe and reliable. I want the same thing.

I think making what I have mechanically pristine, and being financially and practically agile enough to rebuild an engine or transmission as necessary, is a much more sure and sensible path to that goal.

I honestly believe that.

It will probably be cheaper too, but that’s beside the point.

So is the retro-cool factor, ultimately, but damn, they are cool, in a way no Hybrid Wilderness Forester ever could be.