Saving Farmland and Open Space

Before I went to bed last night I saw that Mary had emailed me back about the Churn Creek Bottom issue. I collected approximately 40 signatures today and registered to vote in Shasta County finally. It was not so bad, because it was at the farmers’ market and everyone is against building another stupid strip mall. I am going to try to get everyone at work to sign the referendum and the initiative.

I’m proud of all that, but I’m disappointed I didn’t have the energy or courage to go canvas my neighborhood.

I really dislike political activism. I think politics really need to go the way of money, but what would happen if no one did anything and we just let some stupid motherfuckers pave over our farmland? It would be like back east, and it would suck. It does make it easier when everyone is on board with you, so I didn’t really feel like I had to “sell” anything, but our representatives of course no longer represent their constituents, so…

I was pretty much on my feet from 6:45 a.m. to 2 p.m. today. My feet and calves were swollen and achy. I managed to fold two loads of laundry and read some Robert Johnson books that Jeremy has been harassing me about, but I took a nap, and didn’t accomplish much else. I’ve been a little restless since my nap, but no real energy, and still completely unable to be distracted. I just laid looking at the sunlight on the live oaks and gray pine for awhile. The light has an October hue to it. It’s been pretty strange since the CMEs, or since Thursday evening in any case.

I hope that Jeremy comes home tomorrow. It’s been a rough week and my sorrows need comforting.

Some Days

I’m really, really upset about the Churn Creek bottom Commercial Center. It’s gotten through the county regulatory red tape and they are going to rezone agricultural land, where my food comes from! I guess right now we are just collecting signatures. I am still flabbergasted that anyone would try to build a shopping center in a recession/depression, and in the prime agricultural land that supports Redding, Cottonwood, and Anderson, in a major watershed of the Sacramento River. Are you fucking retarded? I guess I’m not really worried that it will get built in the immediate future, because there’s no profit in it at the moment. Since I learned about it in December or January, I’ve just been convinced that the idea was so ludicrous that there were no way for it to come into being.

I’m also really upset about the Rawsome raid. You can call here to protest to the California Department of Food and Agriculture. Honestly, I do think you should have to obtain a permit to sell unpasteurized dairy, but those permits should be inexpensive and easily attainable, like not more than getting a fishing license or a drivers’ license. And of course, those foods should be labeled so that consumers can choose whether or not to buy raw dairy products. I love unpasteurized cider in the fall, and there is no where to get that unless you own your own apple orchard and cider press.

Then Liz hasn’t gotten her disability check from the V.A. and is getting evicted. Apparently one of Liz’s friends found a lawyer to take Taylor’s case to get his record expunged. If Liz can get sole physical placement of the girls, maybe part of my family is coming home. Wisconsin is like… but one of my other friends is doing really well. I think she might just be high of pregnancy hormones, but take what you can get hey?

It’s all about perception and attitude, but I am really upset about the attack on food. I see this as an attack on collective well-being.

Also, there are some days when I feel so, so blessed for being able to be here, for having the job I have, and for my continuing relationship to the kindest, wisest, most patient, most attractive man I have ever known. I am so lucky!

I just wish everyone else could be connected to nature, self-aware, eating healthy food and be so, so lucky too!

This video is pretty bad, and I know video is not great for perceiving auras and glow, but I was really struck by the difference in light.life energy of the protesters versus the SWAT team. The difference in person must have been like… a slap in the face, really powerful. Just think, even if some hippie raw-milk drinking protesters are a little “out-there”… but who would you rather be like? Alive or enslaved in fear? I could also perceive the fear and discomfort of the officers. “I hate my job, but I need to take care of my kids.” Remember, there is always more cake, and there is always another way.

My Fucking Rant

Some of you may know that I grew up in southeastern Wisconsin. State representatives that have been brainwashed by corporate interests are doing their damnedest to remove the collective bargaining rights of public labor unions. I could cite hundreds of examples of why this is unjust, and how I’m sure they will get their way tomorrow at the expense of the people, but I’m fucking sick of it.

I am fucking pissed as hell that I have to spend huge amounts of time and resources fighting brain-washed morons.

I am pissed that I have to go on a fucking forensic foray to ensure I’m not consuming toxic sludge.

Now, I’m seriously considering the reality of chem trails. Remember me complaining all summer of how it was never clear in Dusnmuir and where were all the clouds coming from? Maybe I didn’t blog about it. I also took a soil PH reading at Shasta College Saturday. I have no idea how accurate the PH meter was or what the PH of the soil I was testing was supposed to be, but I got consistent readings of between 6.9 and 7.1. I wasn’t expecting neutral soil. I was expecting 5.5 to 6.5. I also noticed these contrail things crisscrossing the sky on my drive back from Mt. Shasta last Sunday, after which we got about a week’s worth of much welcomed precipitation and a return to a winter weather pattern. I’m pretty sure this was due to a high pressure ridge breaking up and not any cloud seeding, but how could I even begin to link correlations with causation? I’m just saying, clouds all summer long, for this part of North America is not right, I’m fairly certain about that. But really, after all that time studying meteorology, I’m thinking there has to be some better explanation for the soil PH and hazy days.

They used to come by and test our well like every freaking month. I would think if our well water, for which the source was Mt. Shasta had aluminum levels that were 60,000 times above the accepted level, I would have known. Also, I somewhere had test results from drinking water analysis in Dunsmuir from 2009. Seemed fine to me. Of course, I’m no hydrologist. I remember blogging about the threat to drinking water posed by the superfund site at Iron Mountain. There was an article in the San Fransisco paper about it, and then I went off on some rant about how we should be researching bacteria that eat sulfur or something.

Here’s the Skeptic’s dictionary post for chem trails. Of course, this site also attempts to debunk chiropractic care, which I consider to be a contributing factor to greatly reducing the frequency of my migraines, the severity of my once chronic back pain, and have greatly reduced the frequency with which I become ill. In my world, personal experience trumps science, and puts the burden of proof on you, the skeptic. I’ve never known anyone to think chiropractic care was quackery (except health insurance not covering your care) or causing them harm, and for most people, it really seems to relieve chronic back pain quickly. For me, spending the money was way better than finding the time to do two or more hours of yoga a day and way better than any alternatives offered by western medicine. Here’s a better chem trail debunkment. I think it’s a lot more palusible that climate change is responsible for the weird clouds and feathering qualities of contrails. Now I am going to have to go “prove” for myself that chiropratic is legit.

Then I found this. Fuck! I keep sighing deeply. Jeremy told me to go jogging. I have not jogged since I injured my knee in 2003. So like now we have to own greenhouses AND make our own soil to grow food!?! Fuck this motherfucking shit for real!

However, I am 100% convinced that the biggest bang we can get for our buck is sustainable, small-scale, local, organic agriculture. The evidence is overwhelming, and this is where I am going to be focusing my energy and resources. I think it is the most important set of solutions we can currently offer to combat the control of corporations. I hope you will join my efforts. Watch this if you have the time, please.

My wonderful, amazing, and inspiring star brother Zakary has created his own YouTube channel that I encourage you to check out. His decision to do a raw food diet for the month of February has inspired me to start looking for a CSA to join and a juicer to manifest. I’ve been struggling with really bad acne since August and decided to return to a heavily fruit-based diet which includes daily fruit smoothies. I’ve also started actually eating vegetables. I ate a lot of salads on my days off this summer. I used to find that when I was hiking several miles a day, I needed more calorie-dense foods as I was dropping weight quite quickly, but now that I am walking less than 20 miles a week, I am finding that I can eat the volume of vegetables and still meet my caloric needs. Then Zakary started sharing his raw food journey with the world, and I was like, “Those red and green juices look so yummy! I think I can add more fruits and vegetables to my diet, especially if I can get a juicer.” Right, so after Anna had a food processor in Golden Pond, I’d wanted to get one to start making homemade Lara bars for work. That hasn’t happened yet, but we made the first steps toward getting a juicer and joining a CSA today. As always, I find communication with the folk here in Nor’Cal to be frustratingly slow and difficult, but I know it will all work out eventually.

I still believe in science and its misappropriation fucking pisses me off!

It’s not republicans, or conservatives, or Scott Walker, or Sarah Palin, or anyone that we can fault and use as a scapegoat to erase our own guilt. We are collectively responsible for the nearly complete lack of social justice and the fucking environmental mess we are currently in. We have committed genocide. We have dumped fucking toxins onto our soils, into our waters. We are killing people, plants, and animals alike left and right. We ignore all of this. We argue in some fucking retarded two party system in which we blame the democrats or the republicans, or some “other”. NO! WE ARE ALL AT FAULT! It’s time to own up and start coming up with solutions. There is no one solution. There is no one entity responsible. There is no one coming to rescue us. It’s time to have some motherfucking integrity. We need to quit our bickering, and roll-up our motherfucking sleeves and get to work.

Those of us that are successful in improving things in any small way, need to break it down so that those that are sleeping or possessed can see how simple it actually is to do what needs doing. I’m working on that.

My readership is so low, that I don’t consider taking the effort to put together anything comprehensive at this point, and besides, I’m sure much of my other posts would discount the veracity of my arguments to 99.99% of the United States population.

The budget-repair bill also allows for the sale “of state-owned heating/cooling/power plants without bids and without concern for the legally-defined public interest.

I can’t really tell you what happened to this MySpace profile, but I was dumb and didn’t change my email associated with the account, so when my password got changed, I was unable to log back into it. It’s set as a private profile now, but I was able to access it through the account of someone that is a friend of that profile. Here is the Iron Mountain rant from 14 JUN 2009 with a 20 JUN 2009 update for you below:

Toxic mining practices have polluted our riversheds….

So how do I get one of these jobs this winter? And why aren’t they doing habitat/ecosystem restoration? Are there any rivershed volunteer corps like for the KK in MKE or Pike River in K-town? If not, let’s start one! Any help digging up more information and getting the ball rolling would be greatly appreciated.

Nadeanna

Iron ions can be used as electron receptors, for one thing, and metallic iron as an electron donor, depending on the respiration scheme of a given bacterium (or other prokaryote). When iron gets ionized, it “goes” into forming iron compounds (e.g., sulfates) that can then dissociate in water, producing sulfuric acid.

The more metals present, the more prokaryote diversity you get and the more complicated the ecosystem becomes, making it progressively harder to figure out which organisms are doing what with the ions, so it can all get “mysterious” pretty quickly if you’re not already familiar with all the bugs involved.

We’ve probably catalogued less than 10% of all prokaryote diversity, and we don’t know anything about the metabolism of a good chunk of that.
~morisall~

A recent article in Science identified one cause of acidity as Archeabacteria. The measured pH is -3.8 (yes negative) or almost 10,000 molar. This raises the interior temperature to 70 °C…
~skruse~
MTBE is biodegradable to CO2 and water under aerobic conditions with the correct bacteria. However, the natural occurrence of these bacteria with the ability to break ether bonds is not high, and it appears that most strains of MTBE-oxidizing bacteria are slow-growing bacteria with low biomass production per unit MTBE oxidized. In the proper type of bioreactor, such as a fluidized bed bioreactor, MTBE can be rapidly and economically removed from water to undetectable levels.

~Wikipedia~

Damn it. You were right mom, I should have gone for that degree in biochemistry! What’s an archaeologist/naturalist/librarian/web designer/teacher/musician/archivist/audio visual technician to do? This is clearly the issue here. The bacterial sludge… How can they not even know what’s in there? So can we get some other bacteria in there to neutralize the process? Can we put the sludge through some of Viktor Schauberger’s inventions? I mean, I’m practically a genius, but bacterial sludge in heavy metals is a bit out of my ken.

Here’s the pro-mining side of the coin.

I tend to think the EPA doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing and that mining, given the information I have, seems like a good idea. However, taking care of the heavy metals that would still remain, and the toxic sludge is paramount. Humans are so stupid! Stop being partisan and let’s use science to make the best, most efficient use of these resources AND clean this shit up so that you all down the mountain can have safe drinking water and restore the habitat. The mining should have never been done in the first place, but what’s done is done. Now let’s use our heads, hearts and imagination to take care of the problem! Ok. But let’s fucking do something! You down? Holla! Mine. Clean up. Restore. Politics and religion? No! Science and economics? Duh!

20 JUN 2009
Umm. So. I wonder if systems theory and emergent phenomena theory can help to solve this problem. Are there any biochemistry professors around I could hook up with? Even any scientists that actually enjoy thinking off the clock?

I really feel like the watershed management water access rights is the direction my mission is headed in. But I feel like a tiny, feeble blinking light in an ocean full of turned-off, tuned-out, fed-up… People are much nicer here. Not as nice as in Missouri, but much kinder than in Milwaukee. But I feel like discussing anything beyond music or economics causes their eyes to glaze over. Don’t you see, this is economics. But we need responsible economics requiring science and mad engineering skills. I surely can’t save our water alone. Common’ people! Think, discuss, stimulate…

Rainbow Bright

I most likely am calling in today. For the first time in 3 years I have a cold. Last time this happened I was pregnant and it turned into the flu and a two-month long sinus infection which lasted until about a week after the pregnancy terminated in miscarriage. Unknowing of my pregnancy at the time, I was taking anything so that I could breath and function including ibuprophen, pseudoephidrine, two different antibiotics, even something for acid reflux. No one thought to give me a pregnancy test during all of this, and having somewhat irregular periods I never thought much of the early, light followed by a light, late one without cramps. This was before I was charting my cycle. Anyways, the point being an upper respiratory infection after this interval is dredging up some traumatizing events and emotions. Considering how many times my life has completely changed in the last three years, it’s difficult for me to even conceive of October not being that long ago. How completely my life has changed since meeting Jeremy! While at the same time, the point at which I had left Mt. Shasta last year is fast approaching. Soon it will be a year since I first hung out with my Tennessee boys.

Considering all the energies that were flying around last winter, that I was trying to draw on last vernal equinox… wow! Yet, some things I am still focused on, like sustainable agriculture. I figure this one is the most important, real thing on earth right now. Feeding the people has to come first, and that fuel needs to be good fuel, that is in harmony with mother earth. Hand-in-hand with sustainable agriculture is soil creation. All the other things like watershed restoration, habitat restoration, integrated resource management, renewable energy, mass transit, housing cooperatives, things like Bucketworks; that all comes after sustainable agriculture. If I ever retire from archaeology, it is going to be as a farmer. I might consider taking a break to be a mother again, or throw some other things into the mix again like environmental education or wildland firefighting, but to quit for good, I’d better be raising goats and growing peaches or something.

This season could be the first I’ve grown my own vegetables since like 1996. Gardening with Adventure, right?

Suddenly, the smallest addition produces a drastic change in the system. The emergent phenomena bring unexpected discontinuities and burst open long sealed gateways. Meaningful localized patterns can unfold. When flows of matter and energy sustain a system away from its equilibrium point, it becomes possible for new forms and orders of structures to grow. So be a hummingbird, or an ant, or whatever you need to be. Right now, your tiny drop of water, your one crumb, that’s what could be the smallest addition that produces a drastic change in the system. Choose wisely young grasshopper. Choose love. Choose abundance. Choose radiance. Choose grace. When you love the land you live in, and feel as one with it, how can you allow anything but its nurturance? It is your mother, your father, your first born-son, your lover – all of these is the land in which you are meant to be. Care for it, and it will care for you. Too many have forgotten the unconditional love for their land.

Which brings me to this other strange thing. Some Native Americans are lucky enough to still have some tiny sliver of ancestral land seized back from and wrung from the greedy hands of white colonizing capitalists. Mostly, the non-indigenous ancestors of mine have been in America since before the United States was a country, since before white men ever came to California, since the early 18th century, mostly. But none of my people ever came from or came to California. I am an immigrant. I am a pioneer. What right do I have to be here? And yet, I feel perfectly at home and beyond blessed to be here. What must it feel like to live in the land of your ancestors? How strong then that connection must be! I can scarcely imagine. And even when I have been in the land of my ancestors, maybe due to the discontinuity or the environmental degradation, but although I’ve been moved to tears, there is not this constant awe of majesty, this inherent holiness in every viewshed that immediately sinks into the core of your BEING. This is God’s country. Heaven on earth is here, just beyond the veil, and nowhere is the veil thinner than in this sacred land.

The exciting thing is though, that the Rainbow Brite movie is on instant Netflix. Now if only I had still some Irish cream… really though, it’s getting better. The person we think was ground zero was sick for 14 days, Jeremy for 7 or 8. I’m only on day 4. See the netti pot and EmergenC are good for something. My nose is pretty much cleared up and I just have some cement stuck in the back of my throat and some immune system repair. I’m disappointed my “I’m never getting sick again,” affirmations didn’t hold out for longer, but considering how much ill health can be induced by grad school and having a kid in daycare, I’m glad to be done with all that. Two and a half years with nothing more than menstrual cramps is pretty kick-ass. I also realize from now on, we’ve got to change that to something along the lines of, “I will always be radiantly healthy, as I am designed to be.”

We really, really need a new mattress. I have not slept in a comfortable bed since May. The couch is starting to make my hips ache, which while better than a stiff neck, misaligned spine, or tossing and turning all night – still is not quite what I’m looking for. I’m looking for a windfall that allows us to purchase a mattress I can be comfortable sleeping on, that we can both be comfortable sleeping on.

Of course the story really doesn’t matter anymore, but someone I feel someone confident in trusting, has hinted that the GFL and the G.A. are not working hand-in-hand. Puzzled? Yes! Well… certainly in that line of inquiry with the stargate…. I know we were quite pissed for awhile because it’s as though they stood with their hands tied behind their backs. Nadeanna was like, “I know! I know! Peace, love, blah! You sound like some 15 year-old on ecstacy. You have to shake the aquarium! SHAKE it! Shake, shake, shake. Shake your booty. Shake your booty. Okay, whatever, you guys suck. We’re not waiting for you to take action.” When trying to effect change, in whichever direction that may be, yeah, you gotta shake, gotta. And well, again, we return to the”Politics is for pussies.” “The Lord helps those who help themselves.” It’s all about the blade dance, yo! All about it. We are currently living in revelations, whatever that means, but we are.