Well, for what it’s worth, the first issue of utopian literature literary magazine is out. Very possibly by the time it ends up a part of an archive it will have a cover and some nuances thrown into it. But for the writing and a little bit of blogging from a rather difficult and disappointing week, kind of like every week really, the job got done and hopefully it is interesting for all of your wild imaginations and utopian thoughts for a better future.

The Utopian Literary Magazine

What else is going on? I’m just getting ready for winter. There’s about five weeks of agricultural War to bring in what crops I have. On the positive side, I have fresh produce every single day to eat. Straight from the garden to the kitchen. I feel my chef juices flowing. And of course, it’s Friday night so we have some special hummus and bread ready to go.

Thanks for final thoughts, I don’t really know what to tell you. What I have to say is worth listening to. Even though you have to hold their head down on the ground and show them their death before there is enough mental reaction to information for them to respond, they respond positively to the thought of the ecology. They are just absolutely so beaten into their depression that it is impossible to even look up at the sky. And they are fighting me tooth and nail to prevent this information from existing.

I just watched this video. Actually I only watched the first 13 minutes of it. This is another Alley cat race from New York and it’s the full race. If you want to know what it is like to do this, this is the one. And I did this for a couple of years. Ironed some money. Enough to come here anyway. But when that guy hits the cab, that’s it for me. If you’ve got a skin thick enough for a full 2 hour courier bike race, just for the status and honor, you can watch this.

Other than that, I always have things to say it seems. I just am running out of gas for the fight because I really would rather be doing other things. Actually, I find that I’m back to dreaming again because reality is so completely miserable that I can’t even escape into the garden. They find a way to ruin every single day and really every moment of every day. It’s all they do is ruin things. Anything that they can touch, they will put in their mouth and chew it and then spit it. They are pigs. You are what you eat and these people are pigs.

I did have one more thought. It was about this. It was the idea of being a consumer. Right now, nature is giving me all kinds of dietary restrictions. I’m not so broke that I can’t buy things if I need them but the first order of business is that I eat what I have to eat that I planted. And I enjoy eating fresh food very much and I enjoy having this Garden feed me more than I can possibly tell you. As a chef, as a foodie, as an ecologist or utopianist or even just as a biker or a guitar player, this really should be one of the greatest moments of my life.  

But inherently, I can’t eat like I did when I was purchasing my food from the market. You have to save some for later or even Bank some of it for winter. You don’t have unlimited choices and you have to live much more modestly. And the thing is, I appreciate that too. I seem to have enough body exactly right now to do this work and I feel very much closer to being a part of the cycle of life then I have at maybe any other time in my life. You just can’t be a consumer and an ecologist. They are polar opposites. In fact, consumers and consumerism are our mortal enemies.

So I would say that it is a successful garden going forward. There is a lot of food here and everything is hanging in there and I suppose next year will be even better. It’s just the shame that there is absolutely no one to share it with because there’s not a single person I know here that I want on my property. They have become consumers. These fat-headed morons are consumers and they are successfully consuming this country so that no other generation will ever be able to enjoy it again. They just keep consuming like pigs and they never stop and they never think. There is no art and no culture, just hysterical screaming and consuming.

I’m ready to go. Just so you know, I’m ready to go.