The Third Way

Friday, April 28, 2006

Let's Grow Tomatos !

I know, I know, the almanac is callin' for one more frost in May but I'll bag 'em if need be.

So, what's on the menu? Big Beef, Pink German, and Early Boy.

If ya' ask me, I'll tell ya' anything other than a Big Beef is a waste of good dirt, so I let the wife plant the niche tomatos in the (Troybilt) garden and I went whole hog on two Big Beef plants.

As you can see this is a little different method for growing tomatos. I picked this up from Uncle Fred from whom much timeless wisdom and brilliant bullshit flows. Much as I like tillin' a garden I hate weeding it at least as much, and I just want to kill every bunny born, but not SpaceBunnies. I'll share my tomatos with SpaceBunnies.

Anyway, ya' cut about a 1" hole in the bottom of a five gallon bucket. (Yes, Bill, you can use a holesaw) and stuff your plant through it taking care to not damage any of its tender stems and leaves. Moisten the root/soil block and hang the bucket before filling the bucket with topsoil. I use my super double secret recipe of aged and tilled horse shit, rabbit shit, and garden soil. I usually put a couple of shovels full in and then water again before filing the rest of the way.

The vine will grow down happily without all the weeds and bunny trouble. Water and fertilizer are applied from the top of the bucket.

There are several advantages to this:

1) It's entertaining to "pluck" tomatos instead of pickin' 'em up off the ground like common folk.

2) The top-down watering/feeding method gets all the goodies to the plant.

3) the bunnies and beetles can't reach it. Though I have considered using a fishook through a leaf to catch one... Could be fun.

I'm sure this looks appetizing to deer, but I'll take my chances. Y'all give it a try. Even cityfolk can do this, and your neighbors will think you're a damned genius.

Hey, Gregg:

Link dies: Here's the new one.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

The Lovely Long-Suffering Lady Inquires:

Pardon the ignorance, but what's the point of camo on someone riding a really loud bike?
Spacebunny | Email | Homepage | 04.27.06 - 12:10 pm | #

This is, of course, re: the military motorcycle posted below.

1) Camouflage is useless against terrain while in motion.
The human eye is drawn to motion and outline (visible boundaries). Camouflage serves to breakup an outline against a natural background rendering an appropriately camouflaged entity invisible, or nearly so, to the naked eye. The second it moves it becomes visible against the background, in fact it commands attention from the human eye. Therefore, the camo is for when not riding.

2) The KLR is not loud.
The audio was probably boosted during editing for entertainment value. A stock KLR muffler sounds remarkably like an old Volkswagen Beetle and has a "tweety" sound. I can understand the confusion here as my KLR is very vocal and does not conceal it's considerable power delivery.

Chicks.....

I guess ya' gotta give a girl credit for participating in a motorcycle discussion, though.

Monday, April 24, 2006

The Return of Boyhood heroes: GhostRider

We all had heroes growing up. They run the gamut from Superman to Hopalong Cassidy for most. Loud mouth do-gooders if you ask me. I had no use for them. Mine were cut from a different mold.
My favorite was an under the radar kind of fella' most times, but hell's own ass whoopin' when aroused, and though troubled somewhat by his base nature it was not troublesome to the extent that it would cause him to refrain from indulging it. Let the big dog eat!

The Ghostrider movie is in production and he has a bitchin' bike.

This got me to thinkin'.....

All he needs is a sail !

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Why a KLR650 ? Well, Grasshopper....

There's a reason the Marine Expeditionary force uses this bike.

A few minor modifications and it's a Battle Bike... A KiLR 650!

high bandwidth warning!

Spring has sprung!

and there's too much shit goin' on to blog. Sue me.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Queers on the whitehouse lawn

If this doesn't point up the reason fags want kids I don't know what does. Exploitation. They didn't bring the children for the children's sake. They brought the children for their sake. They want children to use them to further their goal of normalizing their particular perversion.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Iranian Bunker Buster Nukes are a Mistake

A trial balloon was floated (leak?) about the proposed use of tactical nuclear explosives in bunker buster guise as a solution to eliminate the deep, hardened facilities constructed by Iran to protect and conceal its nuclear (weapons) program. It's a good idea on it's face, but falls short of dealing effectively with the problem of nutcase moslems seeking to acquire the ultimate power of mass destruction for the following reasons:

1) you take a chance on missing one you didn't know about.

2) you let the enemy know just how deep you can really reach to get them so they can dig a little deeper next time.

3) You piss the others off really good without displaying obvious destruction to create fear of further reprisal.

Rather than using tactical nuclear weapons I propose the limited use of strategic nuclear weapons to deal with the Iranian problem. As muslim history shows by the slaughter of 20,000 unprotected Jewish troops outside the Golden Gate, they are not swayed by shows of mercy, offers of peaceful co-existence, or the application of reason, but do deal readily in the application of mass slaughter. In 619 this was equivalent to WWII's Hiroshima and so got everyone's attention.

Here's the plan: Zap 'em.

I can't decide if Jimmy Carter's neutron bomb, which fries everybody but leaves facilities, or just enough metropolitan nukes dropped every few days (so Al Jazeera can make sure the East understands it has truly met the West) to effectively depopulate the country.

This effectively removes all political will to further irritate the West and eliminates the resource of (supposedly) poor uneducated masses from which homicidal maniacs are recruited to wear bomb vests. And there is no power vacuum created for even crazier moslem nutjobs to fill! Mark my words: The world of Islam would become quite reasonable and many would convert then and there on the rug in front of the television.

Simple. Clean. Elegant. Effective.

If you do the math for 20 years of low intensity widespread combat, it's probably a net savings of human life. OK, msybe not, but it is within 30% of the WWII death toll.

Hat's off to you, Harry Truman.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I Hate City Folk

A God-fearin' Baptist college tells a lousy pillowbiter to get his perverted ass outa here and the Lexington Herald-Bleeder is trying to start a crusade. Fuck 'em.

Heaven forbid anyone should act upon their disdain for the latest anointed perversion, lest ultraliberal journalist/hall monitors tattle to the city bound hive mind in hopes that it will pressure spit fingered elected officials into bending to that homogenous mob of drones living atop one another and bringing some sort of sanction against the heretics.

Fuck 'em. Double fuck 'em.

Note: Waterboy's grammatical suggestions are in bold print.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

The Traveler

The wanderlust is sated; I am no longer obsessed. I can pass by my motorcycle without planning maintenance, modification, or upgrade. I overlook the Dennis Kirk Off Road catalogue on the kitchen counter. My focus has widened.

I reveled in adventure last week. Many things were seen and experienced that are denied to a casual passerby on a highway. My brother and I forded streams, overcame obstacles, broadened our riding skill, enjoyed the company of family, exchanged pleasantries with folks in parts hitherto unknown to us, witnessed the fruits of an agrarian life removed from the burdens of modernity, and benefited greatly from the kindness of strangers.

Folks seemed to recognize we were on a Quest. Outfitted as we were, we could easily have been taken for hoodlums out to trespass and depredate, yet we were waved by, yielded to (often at great inconvenience), and fare-thee-welled as worthy travelers.

An entire bridge crew in Mississippi ceased work and relocated earthmoving equipment over our protests to allow us passage. An old man left the security of his home to check on two strangers fording a hazardous stream nearby and offered future accommodation. Innumerable folks passing by on a dusty road stopped to offer local knowledge and geographic aid. I offer the above examples as evidence God protects fools and children for I reckon we are often both.

I am home now and my girls have need of me so, for a time, The Traveler will step aside. I gratefully resume my duties as father and husband.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Let's Put the Starbuck's Controversy to Rest

I guess this explains Little Brother's constant comment at stops, "Bet there ain't a Starbucks in this town!".

I caught Nate just as he was climbing back onto the bike after making eyes at the birkenstock clad earth-woman at the outdoor table. He is hiding a marble mocha macchiato in a carry-out cup in his left hand. He nearly scalded himself when I surprised him with the camera. I realize this casts a taint upon our whole family but it's best to air this sort of dirty laundry and be done with it. We'll just have to learn to accept him like he is..... Nah.