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...when I accuse Loki of being a Thief, he attempts to convince me that he is instead a Cutie-Pie.
Erectile Permaculture Cleptomania!
Mar. 9th, 2007 01:31 amResponding to the thrusting, insistent demands of my progressively erectile sweet peas, I finished the vine trellises on the back of my two square foot gardens today, one of 3/4" electrical conduit and the other of bamboo. I then continued moding the two 4'x'4' boxes I pilfered from a defunct hardware store to become polycultures,which I'd like to get planted before it gets too hot. This will bring me up to 48 sq. ft, which should be enough to feed myself and bring something to the Sunset Valley Farmer's Market, which by happy, stupid coincidence is within easy biking distance.
Of course, this would require finding my seeds. I can find my seeds, can't I?
Sure I can.
The pursuit of this and other goals mandated another exciting midnight return to Construction Site X. The "topsoil" mountain I climbed yesterday turned out to be caliche, which is Mexican for "nothing grows there." However, I found a large mound of sand, which could be handy, and Mt. Mulch was still there. I proceeded to fill the 4'x4' bed with mulch, then Bogarted another 5 bags full of it, plus another box of holey limestone.
I need to actually start USING some of this landscaping material to do some, say, *landscaping*. I'm running out of room to store it all.
Of course, this would require finding my seeds. I can find my seeds, can't I?
Sure I can.
The pursuit of this and other goals mandated another exciting midnight return to Construction Site X. The "topsoil" mountain I climbed yesterday turned out to be caliche, which is Mexican for "nothing grows there." However, I found a large mound of sand, which could be handy, and Mt. Mulch was still there. I proceeded to fill the 4'x4' bed with mulch, then Bogarted another 5 bags full of it, plus another box of holey limestone.
I need to actually start USING some of this landscaping material to do some, say, *landscaping*. I'm running out of room to store it all.
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Rocking the bed(s)!
Feb. 21st, 2007 02:27 amThat's actually a good title, since at least 70% of my caloric expenditure recently has either been for permaculture or sex. :)
After adding the required-by-Mel squaration slats to my two beds, I planted them with actual plants. Or, at least, the *seeds* of plants. I watered before and after, and was pretty fucking amazed at how much water the Mel's Mix holds. I watered for about 5 minutes straight, with very little run-off, and the soil was only wet to 1 inch. I shit you not. I watered for another 15 minutes and then mixed it in, then planted the seeds, and finally watered again.
Later I proceeded to retrieve two bed-bottoms full of rock from a local construction site. I've decided that instead of just having an herb spiral in my front yard, I'm going to do a full raised-bed setup, which will require more rock.
One can always use more limestone!
Finally, on another Dog-Escapee Retrieval Mission, I ran into a local who both lives in a yard that abuts the new construction and is a Master Gardener for Austin.
After adding the required-by-Mel squaration slats to my two beds, I planted them with actual plants. Or, at least, the *seeds* of plants. I watered before and after, and was pretty fucking amazed at how much water the Mel's Mix holds. I watered for about 5 minutes straight, with very little run-off, and the soil was only wet to 1 inch. I shit you not. I watered for another 15 minutes and then mixed it in, then planted the seeds, and finally watered again.
Later I proceeded to retrieve two bed-bottoms full of rock from a local construction site. I've decided that instead of just having an herb spiral in my front yard, I'm going to do a full raised-bed setup, which will require more rock.
One can always use more limestone!
Finally, on another Dog-Escapee Retrieval Mission, I ran into a local who both lives in a yard that abuts the new construction and is a Master Gardener for Austin.
My good friend Chris finally had time to show me how his table saw, which I'm currently providing a home for, works. We rounded out this momentous event with a > $200 trip to the Home Despot for various pokey-things, clampages, and other wood-diddling paraphernalia, and some nice high-end pine to which to apply them. For greater men it would clearly have been Miller Time, but we rejoiced with simple tea and cider instead.
Along with arrival of my Japanese hammer, chisels, and saws, I now have everything I need to start my first Japanese Shoji screen project. I'm going to add screens to the windows in my bathroom, whose current exclusive purpose is for spying on my neighbors' pool area while dripping wet. Not only will the shoji greatly improve light usage, they will also reside in an area seen mainly by myself and people who are already sleeping with me *despite* knowing what a slob I am, thusly reducing the likelihood that someone might be put off by the mistakes I'll likely make in my first-ever real woodworking project.
Finally, now that I have a small SUV, my life-long wet dream of randomly picking up huge pieces of garbage off the street with which to clutter my home has finally come true. Even without examining too closely the irony this event's simultaneity with my project to get rid of 3/4ths of what I own, there still remains the ethical dilemma of exactly how done with something someone needs to be before I can "recycle" it. Case in point, modifications to a local restaurant proceed apace, and large amounts of used wood litter the area near the back dumpster. However, the wood isn't *in* the dumpster, and could clearly be used for other purposes, either by myself or someone *not* myself. I thought about, well, *asking* someone, but not only was no one there when I showed up to pinch some of the pieces at 2 AM, but what if they had said "no?"
Seemed like a bit too much of risk to me.
Along with arrival of my Japanese hammer, chisels, and saws, I now have everything I need to start my first Japanese Shoji screen project. I'm going to add screens to the windows in my bathroom, whose current exclusive purpose is for spying on my neighbors' pool area while dripping wet. Not only will the shoji greatly improve light usage, they will also reside in an area seen mainly by myself and people who are already sleeping with me *despite* knowing what a slob I am, thusly reducing the likelihood that someone might be put off by the mistakes I'll likely make in my first-ever real woodworking project.
Finally, now that I have a small SUV, my life-long wet dream of randomly picking up huge pieces of garbage off the street with which to clutter my home has finally come true. Even without examining too closely the irony this event's simultaneity with my project to get rid of 3/4ths of what I own, there still remains the ethical dilemma of exactly how done with something someone needs to be before I can "recycle" it. Case in point, modifications to a local restaurant proceed apace, and large amounts of used wood litter the area near the back dumpster. However, the wood isn't *in* the dumpster, and could clearly be used for other purposes, either by myself or someone *not* myself. I thought about, well, *asking* someone, but not only was no one there when I showed up to pinch some of the pieces at 2 AM, but what if they had said "no?"
Seemed like a bit too much of risk to me.
