Monday, June 30, 2008



For some time, former Rolling Stone journalist James Kunstler has been my reliable (and enjoyable) source of commentary from the negative end of the spectrum of opinion about the state of the economy, energy policy and economics, and broad social themes in the country. I try to seek and consider all points of view, in the hope that I might synthesize a realistic perspective that I can use to guide my own efforts to fit into the world and prudently deploy what resources I have to work with.

The more positive side of that spectrum has included for the most part various government, industry, and mainstream media types. For a long time, I was inclined to weight their opinions and pronouncements more credibly. But as I have observed things unfold, I am reluctantly beginning to see those on Mr. Kunstler's end of the scale gaining more credibility based on the actual evolution of events. The point is not so much that Kunstler and other gloom-n-doom types are especially authoritative or credible, but the offialdom that we should be able to rely upon is decidedly not.

Today, Kunstler's regular Monday commentary was headlined, "Not Your Grandma's Depression". It provides an interesting contrast to some of what I have heard coming from financial media pundits, the U.S. Treaury or Federal Reserve in recent months. A few excerpts follow;

"...We're a very different country than we were in 1932. In that earlier crisis of capital, few people had any money but our society still possessed fantastic resources. We had plenty of everything that our land could provide: a treasure trove of mineral ores and the equipment to refine it all, a wealth of oil and gas still in the ground, and all the rigs needed to get at it, manpower galore (and of a highly disciplined, regimented kind), with fine-tuned factories waiting for orders. We had a railroad system that was the envy of the world and millions of family farms (even despite the dust bowl) owned by people who retained age-old skills not yet degraded by agribusiness. We had fully-functional cities with operating waterfronts and ten thousand small towns with local economies, local newspapers, and local culture..."

"...Our debt problems today are of a magnitude so extreme that astronomers would be hard pressed to calculate them. By any rational measure our society is comprehensively bankrupt..."

"...the upshot will be something at least twice as bad as theGreat Depression of the 1930s: people with no money in a land with no resources (with manpower that has no discipline), hardly any family farms left, cities that are basket-cases of bottomless need, comatose small towns stripped of their assets and social capital, an aviation industry on the verge of death, and a railroad system that is the laughingstock of the world. Not to mention the mind-boggling liabilities of suburbia and the motoring infrastructure that services it."


Remember, the depression was a process, not an event.

Those of us looking for insight into the true state of the economy and markets hear and read soothing commentary about temporary liquidity problems in the financial industry, but I see increasing references to a more ominous realization that what we may really be seeing is approaching (or recognition of) onset of areas of insolvency. As Mr. Kunstler points out, liquidity is cash-on-hand, but insolvency is "...no cash either on hand or in the vault and nothing else to sell to raise cash except worthless "creative" securities that nobody would ever buy."

In the reader comments section that follows the column, one individual responded to an inquiry about capital preservation with the suggestion "Move to a warm climate with a good garden plot."

Pat and I have already discussed this very idea more than once.

Or Mexico. Remember how this blog began, in November of 2003?


Sunday, June 29, 2008


Mona's little bench in a shady corner of the yard at the ranch.

We finally made it up to the ranch (first time since Easter) for a short overnight visit yesterday. Pat took Friday off so we were able to drive up Saturday morning and still give him a chance to catch up on things from his latest week working in LA, making the port safe from demented Jihadists.

I love being in Wyoming and falling easily into the habit of speaking like people do (and have for a long time) up there - "...that don't matter none...don't make no difference...", "...don't git down that way much...". Read some Annie Proulx stories - she's about got it nailed.


Stampede Steakhouse in Chugwater

Mona and Clark took us out to dinner at a fun restaurant in Chugwater, about a half hour South of Wheatland and North of Cheyenne. It was a celebration of Pat's and Clark's birthdays, which fall within a week of each other in June. We had some drinks, some good food (including the infamous Rocky Mountain Oysters, which we somehow managed to avoid until now...Mona says next time they brand and castrate calves she'll whip some up fresh), and had fun listening to the western band that started up after a while - and watching folks go out and dance.


Self timer photo of our table at the Stampede. Mona is holding a couple of menues, made out of real boots.


Clark and Mona take a turn on the dance floor to a Western tune.


On the way back to the ranch from Chugwater, we passed a small herd of antelope, including some babies. Wyoming IS where the deer and the antelope play, y'know...

Mona has done an amazing job with here garden again this year. It is always a struggle, and can be heartbreaking to deal with the short growing season, wind, heat, and occasional hail in an effort to grow good wholesome stuff. Now and then the chickens get into things when they are let out to roam a bit, and the ranch cats see all freshly tilled soil as an invitation.


Mona's kitchen garden next to the chicken coop.


Mulching with straw along the house foundation to keep the dry air from sucking all the precious moisture from roots of the young plants.


Mona feeds the cows

This morning, Clark had to go off early to bale hay, so Mona and I fed the cows before breakfast. About seven bales to feed 30 cows and babies. That's my trusty 32mpg Saturn up at the top of the photos by the house in the background.


Breakfast on the back deck is great - when the Wyoming wind gives you a break.


Mona cut my hair on the deck after breakfast - nice view from the barbershop.

There are so many things to love about a visit to the ranch.




Monday, June 23, 2008



Hilda is here!

Pat and I Met Hilda a little over a year ago. We were at a local Buddhist dinner event, and she was there. We chatted a bit, and ended up in the parking lot saying goodnight to her. She had recently experienced some big changes in her life, and I wondered about her occasionally in the months that followed.

Then, a listing appeared in a the Buddhist group's email bulletin to members containing the following...

Life is in a spin.
I will be moving back to Fort Collins by July 1. Could you please put out the word that I need a room for rent or use till I find something to rent...Hilda


Pat and I have discussed a number of times the possibility of sharing the house with someone - it is a bit oversize for us, and we could occasionally use a hand with the upkeep around here if we need to get away. I was pretty much held hostage here this spring with germinating seeds and transplants.

When I first saw the listing and called her, I didn't realize it was the same person we talked to so long ago. As we talked though, I did realize who it was, and after a nice chat we worked out an arrangement, and she arrived a few days ago.

She is getting used to us, and we to her - and just having someone else around in general. Seems to be working out well for everyone.



Friday, June 13, 2008



I went to an equipment orientation last night for qualification to check out video equipment from the local public access network. Think Wayne's World. I don't really have anything in mind, but have always had an interest in film and video production.



This is really a pretty good deal for the group that runs the local access channel - as part of the cable franchise with the city, Comcast must provide a dedicated channel, and enough dollars to finance some pretty decent equipment. A few consumer-grade point-n-shoot cameras, and two pro cameras, along with decent sound and lighting gear, and soon a pro editing suite. The city provides office and studio space.

$30 to be fully checked out - not a bad deal.



On the way home, I passed a couple of abandoned farm buildings scattered among a grove of old giant cottonwoods that appear to dead or dying. With the setting sun casting a red glow on them, I felt compelled to pull over for a photo.


Monday, June 09, 2008


Just a few random photos from around the house today. The raised garden beds are starting to yield a few nice things. The herb garden (foreground) is a continuing source of nice oregano, and I used some of the parsley, sage, and thyme for a stuffed roast chicken yesterday. Yesterday around sunset I saw a hummingbird sampling the pretty blue sage flowers. The beds in the background are offering nice lettuce and arugula. Beans and snow peas are coming up that should go up the trellis.


Out front, some poppies are blooming. I brought the seeds from California, where I grew them two years ago in back of our Alameda rental while we worked there.


I was able to gather these flowers around the yard a couple of days ago, to grace the kitchen table for the weekend. The white peonies have a heavy scent of old fashioned tea roses.


The front deck is at its best this time of year - the oak and ash trees shade it 90% of the day. I need to find more time to enjoy sitting in one of the rockers out there...


Here is an 'after' picture of the bench/arbor in the back yard, with my friend Felix trying it out. He is off soon for a three-week mountain bike trek along the Continental Divide, from Canada to Mexico.


Wednesday, June 04, 2008



As of 1am last night, this is where I have arrived - things are coming together, about fifteen-twenty hours into the effort (didn't log time for this one).

A few problems remain, but overall, given the stretch into unfamiliar technique and some chances taken with the subject scene, it seems to be progressing well enough.


Tuesday, June 03, 2008



Here's where we are as of 1am last night. It was really hard to get started this morning - I had a really powerful urge to walk away from the project, which seems to be a predictable impulse. However, now - after about three and a half additional hours of slow progress (photo later), things are beginning to take shape.


Monday, June 02, 2008



Here's the night street scene after about two and a half hours of blocking in large areas. Ack! This is the stage at which it appears to be a near-certainty that the effort is hopeless. Find a dumpster! Hide the evidence of futile effort! What else could I have been doing with that time?

We'll see what happens later tonight and tomorrow. This one may not - or may - survive.


Sunday, June 01, 2008



Here we go again - I've got the sketch on a 16X20 canvas for the next Mexican street scene. This one is sort of complex, and I want to incorporate some of what Kirsten has been sharing with me - brush work, color, edges...

Pat jokes (well, sort of jokes) that he's glad I won't start laying paint on until he is safely on the other side of the continental divide, anticipating the various tirades about how I never should have embarked on the project as various challenges and frustrations surface. This one is especially risky with the various stylistic experiments to incorporate.

Current plan is to devote most of Monday and Tuesday to this and see where we are at Wednesday.