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Yall need to get outside more...talk to people who don't 100% share every micro view you have.
Soon I will br 28. Fucking abhorrent considering I only planned to live to 27. Someone get me off this ride. I never consented to be born and I'd like to be yeeted back into the ether please.
On the bright side things are not actively worse or better but my mindset and tolerance to bullshit has massively improved so overall things have improved. Yay win.
i saw a video of a guy setting up a japanese beetle trap (but ive seen ones for flies and other insects that come in masses) and basically filled up a 3rd of a gallon? bucket full of beetles. He did this mainly to get them from killing his gardening plants like asparagus. He killed them by letting them just sit there and die, and then fed them to his chickens. Chickens aside (unless just pet), is it vegan to do this? Growing plants, trapping beetles that would kill your plants, and then feeding the beetles to your chickens or other animal that can consume them. Or idk if you could do something else with them. Does it matter if something is done with the dead beetles? Like what if they were crushed to make a pigment? (idk if you can do that but im curious to your thoughts)
It's definitely not vegan to kill animals when you don't need to, which would certainly be the case here. There are plenty of natural ways to either deter insects, create natural barriers, or create the proper ecological balance in your garden so that losses to 'pests' are minimal.
Besides, this idea that any loss of any crop is to a wild animal is terrible and something that must be prevented at all costs is such an obvious symptom of the capitalist mindset. This sort of thing used to be understood as just the rent you pay to farm on land that is also shared with thousands of other creatures.
If you're losing your entire crop obviously you need to take preventative some measures. They do need to be ecologically responsible though, while this is no better than heavy pesticide use - in fact it may well be worse as he must be attracting them by setting the trap in the first place.
Horticultural satire A+
Soon I will br 28. Fucking abhorrent considering I only planned to live to 27. Someone get me off this ride. I never consented to be born and I'd like to be yeeted back into the ether please.
fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
This. This is what the Night of Starlit Meadows is.
wanted to share my favorite tiktok
this has a very Vine energy and I like it
[Video ID:
There is a poster on a store wall that says ‘Halloween is here,’ but there is a line break separating ‘Halloween’ to ‘Hallo’ and ‘Ween.’
Man behind camera: Hallo! Ween is here!
The camera pans to another man who strums a small string instrument.
Other man: I am Ween
End ID]
My great-grandparents raised their family on primarily food they grew themselves. It was fucking miserable. There’s still a whole host of shit my grandfather will not even permit in his pantry to this day, 75 years after he left home, because that was 90% of what they ate for one too many winters in a row. Because that was all the kids got for breakfast every day for a year. Because prepping it reminds him of the endless hours he spent dealing with everything that goes into drying things for winter storage, canning things, etc.
All the kids were put to work. Effective commercial pesticides becoming available and cheap was a red-letter day, because it meant they could go around fogging the rows of plants every so often instead of spending every day picking weevils and worms off the plants by hand to make sure the crop didn’t fail.
One time some PWA guys came through to clear a strip of public land adjacent to the farm, and all the local farm kids threw rocks at them until they left, because the patch they were clearing was full of wild blueberry bushes, and goddamned if those kids were giving up those fucking berries without a fight.
Another time one of my great-uncles decided to work smarter not harder and shook the fruit out of a tree instead of picking it. He was maybe eleven? It was the sort of stupid, impulsive mistake kids make. My great-grandmother basically had a panic attack because it meant all the fruit he got down that way would be bruised and rot instead of storing right, and they needed that fruit.
They never had to hit up the local charities or church to make it through the winter, but there were families he knew who were in the same situation that his family was in where charity was the only thing that got them through the winter after a bad harvest. That situation came with the extra awful choice on the parents’ part–how hungry do you have to get before you surrender your kids to an orphanage so they get fed? What about when you know that you’ll need those kids’ labor come spring?
(You remember how back when ancestry.com first started to be a thing half the stories were about senior citizens finding their youngest sibling who’d been adopted out as a baby or toddler? Not “secret half-sibling”–the kid their parents had, and maybe started to raise, and then had to give away because they were too poor to keep them? Yeah.)
When you’re growing food because you need it to literally not starve, a lot of times things like crop reliability and yield, the ability to store it well and for long periods of time, and nutritional density take precedence over things like flavor and variety and personal preference.
Hate beans? Too bad, they dry well and keep forever and form a complete protein with rice. Hate squash? Too bad, that’s going to be your source of a bunch of vitamins once it’s too cold for leafy greens. Hate tomatoes? Too bad, you’ll hate scurvy more.
You can plant whatever you like, obviously, but if that’s all the food you’re going to get… There are only so many hours in a day to tend crops and so much space on shelves for pickling jars and so long certain things will keep in a root cellar or a drying shed and sometimes these decisions get made for you by your need to not become malnourished and too sick to take care of the animals or sow once spring comes.
There were still cash-crops in the mix, because they didn’t grow 100% of what they ate (sugar and wheat flour and shortening were the big ones) and because they still needed to, you know, wear clothes and have furniture and repair equipment, and sometimes people survived the immediate aftermath of whatever horrible farm accident and needed a doctor. Sometimes fodder crops also failed, and you still needed to feed your animals over the winter. They didn’t raise turkeys on the farm, so one of the older kids would work at the turkey farm for a week in the run-up to Thanksgiving or Christmas and get paid with a bird.
The supplementary cash-crops weren’t any less fraught, because even if your crop made it out the door, the starch-testers could say your potatoes were no good for chips or fries and kick them back, and then what? The dairyman showing up late to collect your milk meant it sat there warming up on the side of the road, and then it was a coin-toss if it would get rejected as spoiled once it made it to the processing plant. The margin is razor thin with the “little bit here and there” model.
They had a sizeable, established farm. It was about as big as one family could reasonably keep in good working order with draft animals. Most families had been in the small town for several generations. They had a lot of neighbors they were on good terms with. They’d hire each other’s kids to help with harvests, which basically meant trading a bit of cash around because what a family made hiring out went back out the door when they had to hire on. When the maple sap was running, all the adults would take shifts at the boiler shed and all the kids would be hauling firewood. When the snowmelt had the stream going strong enough to run the wheel-powered sawmill, they all pitched in to get the lumber there and processed. We’re not talking every-family-for-themselves Dust Bowl displacement catastrophic circumstances.
It was still fucking miserable. Any given fuck-up or stroke of bad luck having the potential to starve you and your family understandably turns people into nervous wrecks, and when you’ve spent months of back-breaking labor on something only to have it go tits-up at the end and now you’re all going hungry, it can turn people into mean nervous wrecks. Rapid industrialization of the area and the farm industry did its part in the disappearance of the small family farm, sure, but every one of my grandfather’s siblings was desperate to get the fuck off that farm before anyone in town had even seen a Caterpillar in action.
When I was growing up, my grandfather always had a huge garden. Probably about half an acre, plus another two acres of hobby fruit trees. He took a lot of pleasure in growing stuff, and he enjoyed being able to just go out and harvest food. It was a source of pride that he could just turn his grandkids loose to go pick as many oranges and tangerines and peaches as we wanted. He was thrilled when a neighbor got free-range chickens and they’d show up to his place to get fed, even though the rooster was a territorial pain in the ass.
He did all that while he was still putting in forty hours a week at work. His experience growing up wasn’t the result of ‘some people just don’t want to be farmers.’ When he left home, he left home to work other people’s farms for cash until he was old enough to join the military. When he mustered out and bought a place, he planted on it. When he had the flexibility and freedom to grow what he liked and not have to worry about that being the only thing his family had to eat, he was happy as a clam.
The reason I know all the stuff about how awful growing up on that kind of farm was is that every so often, my mom or one of my siblings would ask his advice about growing your own food, and he would tell us in explicit detail exactly what goes into growing your own food in any significant quantity, or with the expectation that it’s going to replace a lot of purchased groceries. He never said “don’t do it” or “you’re going to fail,” but he was very explicit about how much labor goes into it and how much of a crap-shoot getting a real return out of it is.
Individual subsistence farms are soul-killing misery-machines unless you’re mostly looking for a bullet-proof excuse to do meth for a couple months a year to keep up with all the labor and power through whatever injuries you racked up doing all the labor.
today the miami dolphins punter accidentally kicked a ball directly into his teammate’s ass
This is a friendly reminder that every time Neil Gaiman gives us fictional immortals whose relationships are strong enough to endure for literal centuries despite never being overtly romantic or sexual in nature, and the fandom goes absolutely feral over it, asexuals everywhere become more powerful
I found this on tiktok and I laughed so hard so I thought I’d share on here
It’s so chaotic I love it
just so you guys are all aware, the only reason gritty exists is allegedly because the NHL made a rule that every team HAD to have a mascot and were apparently assholes about it. so the fliers made him as a chaotic fuck you. hell the first tweet made on his official account was a “sleep with one eye open” threat towards another mascot for making fun of his design
are we not going to talk about how he launched an entire sheetcake into that man’s face, probably killing him?
He also collects crystals
I fucking love Gritty.
the best part about Gritty was when he was unveiled, the entirety of Philadelphia reacted with “wtf is this shit” until the rest of the world reacted with “wtf is this shit,” whereupon we lashed back with “FUCK ALL Y'ALL HE IS THE BEST FUCKING MASCOT EVER AND WE LOVE HIM WITH EVERY FIBER OF OUR BEING” because Philadelphia.
I’ve seen this video so many times, and I just now processed that Gritty is playing Duck, Duck, Goose, and the third guy is literally wearing a shirt that says GOOSE on it. Amazing. No notes.
hey guys guess what
I fucking swear to god
Gonna assume the queen dying sucks kinda in the same way it would have sucked if Trump died while he was the president in the sense that we'd all be meme-ing about it all to hell but every official news outlet and all the politicians even ones who hate him and shit would be forced to treat it like this Horrible Somber Event and talk about how unpatriotic celebrating is and how we have to be nice cuz he was the president and then he'd basically become this untouchable martyr and it would overshadow every shitty thing his government had ever done and was continuing to do until they could basically get away with whatever
But like 8000000% worse
like full sympathy to the uk working class bcs if I had to listen to a single person say "this is bigger than politics we have to come together as americans to mourn our leader" I'd immediately go commit arson so yeah I am so sorry you're gonna have to put up with an infinitely worse version of that
The hideous and egregious amount this will effect our economy by paying billions for both a funeral and a coronation as well as destroy news on far more important events is honestly hard to wrap my head around However I still have to celebrate the little thinigs while I can do for today I will feel joy Tomorrow will be time for wrath
With the Queen dying, we’re one step closer-
NOW IRELAND NOW-
Very torn between “Queen Elizabeth is a colonizer” and “but I do want her to outlive her stupid son”
Personally I think it would be funnier if he dies incredibly quickly after he gets the crown. Like world record shortest time with the crown quickly
You’re illuminating me. Heart attack the moment the crown touches his balding scalp.
Prince Charles dies on live television during his coronation likes charge reblogs cast
sorry i absolutely HAVE to add how this looked on my dash
Scotland should declare independence real quick, while they’re not looking
#AND WALES#and what’s this? ITS IRISH REUNIFICATION WITH A STEEL CHAIR
so glad i read tags
my ass immediately opening tumblr just as i heard the news:
Maybe tumblr isn’t the best news source, but it is the funniest