I’m working on the next blogosaurus. The topic will be the symbiosis in hard times between those freedomistas who retreat (Galt’s Gulch style, monastic-style, solo, or within everyday communities) and those who fight.
Their relationship may not be easy or even always mutually respectful, but it is symbiotic — and necessary.
Meanwhile, I had company for a week and my houseguest courteously brought unseasonably warm and dry weather. We brainstormed this topic one morning and I paused for an hour that day to make notes. But mostly this was the background to the week’s intellectual labors:
All we lacked was a parrot.
Now my guest has departed, it’s raining, and I’ll make time to write. Look for something in a day or three.
Looks like you had a much better week than I did. Good for you.
There are worst things in life that living on sponge cake. 😎
Woo-Hoo! Good on you and your visitor. Those look like the kind of strawberries I’ll pass up for the extra pleasure of watching my wife really enjoy them.
Our Fredericksburg peach crop apparently survived the Texas ultrawinter week, and we’re finding the first, smaller peaches in roadside stands. My wife bought a bag-full from a 9-year-old salesman (Are you sure you don’t want the large sack?) pushing fruit to benefit their church. Looking forward to some over ice cream after supper.
My feature character this week is our 19-year-old newly-elected City Council member. He’s Hispanic, homeschooled, attending Hillsdale College online, and CLEPing out of multiple hours. At the bottom of his personal business card he quotes Abe Lincoln, “Someday I shall be president.”
Definitely an Agitator.
You got the paradise now all’s you need beside the parrot is a hamburger!!
That seems like a perfectly legitimate way to discuss the demise of the Old World and the Beginning of the New.
“Those look like the kind of strawberries I’ll pass up for the extra pleasure of watching my wife really enjoy them.”
Oh, you are a wonderful human being, larryarnold. And yes, those are locally grown organic strawberries. My neighbor (even though she’s allergic to strawberries) picked up a flat from the CSA she subscribes to and half of it was miiiiiiiine!
“My feature character this week is our 19-year-old newly-elected City Council member. He’s Hispanic, homeschooled, attending Hillsdale College online, and CLEPing out of multiple hours. At the bottom of his personal business card he quotes Abe Lincoln, “Someday I shall be president.”
Definitely an Agitator.”
Wow. Let’s hope politics don’t ruin him.
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“You got the paradise now all’s you need beside the parrot is a hamburger!!”
Will this do? We had meatloaf rolled up around ham and cheese (per the recipe I recently posted at the forums).
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khperkins — I know you’ve had some really crappy weeks lately. I hope you face better ones in the near future.
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“That seems like a perfectly legitimate way to discuss the demise of the Old World and the Beginning of the New.”
Yes indeed it was, TB. We had many productive discussions about that and other matters (“shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings …”). And some of them didn’t even require Margaritas. ::-)
As Emma Goldman didn’t say, “If I can’t occasionally enjoy strawberries and Margaritas, I don’t want to join your revolution.”
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“… living on sponge cake.”
There must be a story behind that. Personally, I have no experience, but I’m sure I’d agree, Fred.
Nibblin’ on sponge cake . . .
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Oh, I should have gotten that! Thanks, Simon Templar.
Even umbrellas!!!