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Possibilities I have lived in a exciting piece of time, being a baby boomer and growing up in the sixties. It was an era of mechanical technology in the United States of America. Farming changed with the World and farms grew in size and versatility with displaced people moving to big towns and cities. We went from two row planters to sixteen row planters. One hundred or two hundred acres per farm to two or three thousand acres per farm, on the average. We've went from eighty bushels of corn per acre to two hundred forty bushels per acres with no irrigating needed. The Worlds population has exploded and one of the ways to feed the population is synthetic foods. Examples- Milk made from distilled soybeans, cheese made from soybeans and by products. Meat production that takes grains that a human can eat will slowly go out of economical feasibility. Instead I can someday see alternative crops produced to provide needed protein. Example.- Variety of a Garbanzo Bean, or Russian Thistle, planted in the winter, grown and cut by early summer. Dried in the field until the moisture content is forty percent. Put into vats to ferment with a special bacteria. Heated to capture the alcohol for fuel. The remaining product is put into a artificial digester and when it becomes ninety percent soluble is distributed to special silos that are one hundred feet in height. Inside the silos are mindless mammal tissue masses that grow to fill the silos. When the mass reaches a certain height, a door at the bottom is opened to harvest the bottom third of the mass. The tissue mass slides to the bottom and continues to grow. The process takes one pound of dry matter digested product to grow into five pounds of a human digestible product. The product is ground, packaged, and sold as a protein burger. Sound simple until some biocenologest creates a super cell gastric bacteria for better fermentation, and wipes out all mammals in the World due to inflammation of the Ileum, causing Ileus, inducing a slow and painful death. Today that sounds like one big whopper. But in the future it might become a reality. Who knows? |
| When you enter a phase where you examine your life and reevaluate your purpose here on earth, there can be a number of outcomes. You can possibly decide that you've been a failure, and that it's no use trying any longer, OR you can decide you haven't done as well as you wished and try harder. OR you can decide it's someone elses fault that you aren't where you want to be. OR you can recognize your own shortcomings and try to change them OR except them and except the restrictions those shortcomings give you. Everyone is a slave to ones self and the decisions you do! OR if you decide to do nothing, that's your decision as well. NUFF SAID! Something put into words by me and one of my favorite authors! |
| I read an article a few days ago about Israel turning the desert of their region into productive farm land. It got me to thinking about today's problems and what some of the root causes might be. Fifty years ago the people in some parts of the world got serious about wanting a better life for themselves and their children. To do that they limited the number of children they had and were able to put some money away for a time when they might need the money. (Retirement, lose of job, etc.) At the same time a lot of the world came under what I would call, 'Artificial population explosion'. One of the truest examples would be having an economy based solely on oil. In this realm the government sold the oil and put the common man on a stipend. (Salary) People had nothing to do but collect the money, buy food and raise a family. There are many other examples around the world where people find themselves unable to feed themselves because there is to many people for the regions food supply. When a government decides the people have became to many and stops giving the people their money or a political upheaval takes place you all at once have refugees. Now you could say, one part of the world has acted reasonable and one part hasn't, but it go's much deeper then that. What about governments that spend beyond their yearly revenues and borrow against the future. Isn't that an artificial bull economy? The whole world need to learn universal truths. Accountability from ourselves, tolerance of others, while demanding accountability from everyone! (Maybe mandate two children from every female of the human race as one of the restrictions?) Self imposed restrictions would have to be all the world governments down to the lowliest person drawing a paycheck. This is a big order for mankind and I don't know if it is even possible. If we don't make strides in solving the worlds problems, I don't know how many people will make it into the twenty second century. Overpopulation and intolerance with strife could turn into world chaos. |
| We've been having cold and snow this first week in January! In fact, two nights in a row it got down to a minus twenty five below zero! Darn cold! In fact, so cold that while your brain is freezing, it is also looking for something positive. One of the things the frozen brain comes up with is, 'Well at least the mosquito's have all been froze out!' But then why would we have them in the coming year! Answer, 'Only the strong survive.' That answer was brought home last evening as I was watching my neighbor shoveling his sidewalk. All at once the shovel went flying and he was making snow angels. It was evening and getting dark so I was just a little concerned since he is an elderly gentleman, even if he was tough as nails and demanded that he remain independent. It was no more then two shakes of a lambs tail before he was back up and continued shoveling. This morning I asked Old Man Vilhelm what happen last night that he ended up in the snow? He gave me that quizzical look that said,'It's none of your ----- business!' Then he gave me that tall tail that I had almost forgot about; "I did see a mosquito when I was shoveling my sidewalk." He said. "I noticed a movement in the snow and then I saw a proboscis appear. Soon after one wing, the ugly head and the rest of the cursed creature emerged. It saw me and flew strait for my neck. I tried to swat it with my shovel but it was too quick. It stuck a major vain and it's body was soon enlarged with my precious blood. I smashed the beast and the blood flowed down my neck and into my shirt. I collapsed on my knees, threw back my head and howled at the moon. And then because the neighbors were watching, I collected myself and continued to shovel the walk. What's it to you!!" Footnote; This entry was inspired by a Facebook post, written by a character known as Vilhelm Flugheim. The post is what I think is a partial to something I read forty years ago. So I decided I'd try to reconstruct from my memory and put it into story form. Enjoy! |
| Well Christmas is over and I'm back to my dabbling! About three weeks ago a past high school under class mate and Facebook friend posted about an experience he had as a young man driving truck. Seems he went to Thermopolis Wyoming to pick up calves and met three cowgirls that chewed! The three girls must have liked him and ribbed him a lot, because he said something about the girls scaring him! Then the rancher upped the anti by offering him the ranch if he'd marry one of the girls! With only this much to go on, I constructed a story of what might have been happening in the background to make such cowgirls. I rushed to get the story done and posted by Christmas and so far haven't heard from my trucking friend how far off of the reality I was. If anyone would like to review, 'Unrequited Love', it's worth 1500 points to hear what you have to say! Nuff said. |
| When I was going to a country school in the early '60s' I became a problem that made me socially unacceptable! We had two outhouses for our eight grades, thirteen students and one teacher. One outhouse was on one side of the school, while the other was on the other side of the school. Anyway it was recess and I grabbed an orange from my lunch pail and headed out to the boys outhouse! (What do you expect from a ten year old boy? He was multi-tasking! Pealing and eating an orange while heading for the outhouse.)(After all, you only had fifteen minutes to play in!) At the door of the outhouse all that was left of the orange was the peal. (Except for what was stuffed in the mouth!)Entering the outhouse I threw the peal down the hole and reached for my jean zipper. Something moved in the corner, so I looked over and froze! In the corner was a skunk turning around.And then it got vary stinky as I was grabbing for the door! I walked into the school like I always did.(Like I owned it)And my teacher chased me out and sent me home! (Home was a mile and a half away on the road)When I got home my mother chased me out of the entryway! (Mom!)I had to take all my clothes off on the outdoor porch!(This was in March and there was still snow on the ground!)Then Mom let me into the porch and into our steel tub with lye soap and tomato juice!(Mom never wasted food, but tomato juice was supposed to cut the smell.)I was put into clean clothes, dinner, and back to school where I found my desk in the far corner. On a positive note, my ostracism wore off! |
| Has anyone ever wondered how some towns got their names. Thermopholis Wyoming, Fairbanks Alaska, Epiphany (E-pif-any)South Dakota. Lets talk about Winner South Dakota and how the town got it's name! In 1905 a town was established called Lamro, supposedly by where the train tracks were coming. Three years later the train came through and missed the town by two and a half miles. The railroad put in a depot alongside the tracks and people immediately started building by the depot. They named the place Winner because it would be the winning place to be. Lamro partitioned the railroad to move the depot one mile west alongside the tracks and name the site Lamro! Why not just change the original depot's name? It was already Winner! Why get into a dispute as a third party? From the Lamro Journal (January 28,1910 It is all off. The struggle is over! We are going to Winner. Like Saul of Tarsus, we for a time fought against the inevitable, and likewise heard a voice saying, "It is hard to kick against the pricks!" The battle is over, we feel the relief which comes to a new convert who has shaken off the shackles of sin! We have studied this move carefully. It has cost us many hours of sleep. The only conclusions we can reach are these: Winner has the depot; we want to be in a railroad town; we would just as soon be here as on a railroad without a depot; that one move is better then two. One week after it was announced in the Journal of the loss, thirty of the fifty five building were moved to Winner and Winner went on to become the county site of Tripp Co. Like the towns before eluded to, in Lamro temperatures had risen, nothing could be banked on to be fair but the people had an epiphany and all became winners in the end! |
| Ya,ya! Nothing like the good old reminder on your E-mail saying, Reminder, update your Blog! Now if this was Facebook you would post your favorite picture of your least favorite pet. But, since this isn't I will tell what I've been up to. While I've been scanning Facebook, I've been thinking about three cowgirls chewing tobacco! I've got part of it down in story form. Now I've got to finish the story to see how it ends! Just kidding! A Buddy of mine already told me how he drove away forty four years ago and has always wondered how their lives turned out! Oh the joy of unrequited love!! |
| I'm at an age when I should realize that there are certain limitations that one must face! So I have finally decided, (sigh) I'm never going to be an opera singer. Everything else is still a possibility and could happen in the future. Let's hope that's in the near future!! |
| So I had a dream I won the Powerball Lottery! I was soo excited looking at my winning numbers, realizing they matched! So excited that the dream woke me up! Then I hear my wife talking in her sleep about all the things she wants to buy ant the cruise ship she'd like to spend a year on! WOW! She must have seen my dream and is already planning. Can you be too connected? |
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