the timboucher experience

Have been actively working on what I hope to be my first of several neighborhood War Gardens. Not to support the Goddess War and her exploits on the Earth-plane, so much as just a metaphor. Victory Gardens. It all sounds so triumphant. And it is; by rights, it must be. There’s a miracle hiding somewhere in all this that you can put this thing these things into the ground and that over time, food will readily and happily grow from it. Seems ridiculous, but it works. Who would have thought. Victory indeed. War against whom then, Death? Hardly. In the garden, death is a partner. That’s what the compost symbolizes. Harmonious natural processes and state changes across mass-energy arrangements whirling about. It’s all very dramatic, many actors moving in a lot of different directions. Can you get them to work together to create something from which flows beauty, strength, life and self-perpetuating value? That seems to be the basis of the dance.

I haven’t done it yet, but I’m considering potential methods of contacting elves and nature spirits which either dwell in my current backyard or at least have dominion or knowledge over best practices within this bioregion. Not that I necessarily “believe” in any of that stuff, but you know me - I like to ask around and find out. Get a feel for what other sources have to say on the subject, and then just kind of dive right in. That’s the method I’m taking with garden plot number 1. I have a feeling number 2 might be more mathematical and yield-oriented. And that will be an interesting challenge in itself.

We’ll be building some simple wooden slat and stake structures around the beds, and hopefully raising them a few inches. Chicken wire will be down the road pretty soon. Thinking of ways to prevent burrowing underneath. Wondering if there are good plants to put into the farthest zone from the house, before the fence which abuts an alley frequented by rats. Are there any natural/mystical warding methods? Maybe I could bury some magic rocks? Should I voodoo up some rat bones as a warning outside our perimeter? What’s the proper method of propitiating those beings and working harmoniously with the natural flow? I read once in David Abrams, it might have been Bali or Malaysia, about people putting bowls of fresh rice outside the corner of the home every day. The many jungle insects go there to find the food instead of into the house. Or that’s the theory anyway. Start feeding rats maybe? Designer rat treats? I can sooo see that being marketed… Looking at costs and requirements needed not only to start growing food at home, but also some basic brewing. I’ve bought a set-up for that once before, but I’m curious to see exactly what you could use out of a garden directly in your brewing process. Kind of consciously trying to transit notion of “web gardens” I’ve been playing with online into actual real-world locations producing food. And I was thinking recently today: fuck sustainability. Give me infinity! Remember kids: sustainability is just another word for subsistence farming. Aim higher!

Also figured out the symbolic reason why Tax Day happens this time of year. I’ve read some quasi-historical screed once saying that it went back to Babylonian days… some notion that the Empire has always come to collect on that day, or around that time of year. I assume there must be some religio-mythic component to it, and I think I may have figured out the psycho-symbolist component of it. You have this festival of Easter, right - which is almost sorta like this street carnival where this guy cheats death. A bunch of people applaud. You know the rest. And everybody gets all super-pumped about Springtime. Spring Fever is a verifiable phenomenon. The city has been alive again, crackling, every little element. Every little particule. And the Empire is, I guess, by necessity maybe somehow Saturnian? Chronos? The measure of Time, the measure of - well - measure itself. Measuring is weighing, judging, balancing, negotiating, haggling over fair prices and quantities. You have this rush of possibilities and options and life-force which is inherently buoyant upon the breast of every spring raincloud. When that all percolates down to our earthenReality™ plane, it has to take on specific forms and shapes. Hence the cutting down, the winnowing, the refining - and from that elimination process comes the seed of renewal and re-growth. Maybe that’s why Jesus was friends with tax collectors? I know its probably a roundabout argument either way. But just what’s been on my mind the past few days while I’ve been down in the dirt. Although if you bring in the Jesus, then there’s that whole render unto Caesar thing - leaving aside the whole basically blowing up the debtor’s prison of Hell. Or something like that, depending on how radically you read the story. Anyway, just rambling at this point. Also getting bounced around by local hams to find the nearest club offering the exam for me for free. It’s either the Mobileers on the 28th or the Electronics Museum sometime in the middle of May. The sooner the better, I guess, as I’d like to have my new name - my call sign - before I set off northward.

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