by HarvKilljoy » Mon 28 Nov 2005, 19:53:42
I stop by here very occasionally to check things out, see what others' responses are to finding out about peak oil, that sort of thing...
I had a chuckle at your description, Red_Pill, of feeling like something's wrong since you were a kid- I too share that same feeling- never knew quite what it was, but even back then I knew something was amok, just didn't quite know what.
Now, I still don't know, but I'm narrowing it down a smidge. I figure we could be wiped out in a bright flash of nuclear fire, blown away by some "terrorist" plot (I say that cuz I've read Michael Ruppert's "Crossing the Rubicon" and I can't shake the notion that he's absolutely right), or wind up sucumbing to a strain of flu...
Or my personal favorite, hit by that wayward bus-out-of-control on our way to our entirely mundane, wholly unnecessary McJob.
Upon finding out about Peak Oil, and studying it enough to satiate my appetite for learning, I took it upon myself, against my wife's wishes, to get a vasectomy (reducing the population one sperm cell at a time!) and inviting a friend of mine to move in and work together on preparing for the future we know is coming.
I learned how to compost humanure- the sh*t from our arses works just as well as cow manure for fertilizing our fields, and the key to making it hygenic is composting- thermophylic reactions in the compost pile kill the pathogens that are so prevalent in poorer Asian nations who spread the stuff raw on their fields. Compost it and kill the pathogens- get over it- crapping in a bucket and composting it is far more sane and "normal" than doing the deed into a bowl of pure drinking water and flushing it.
I marked off a thousand-odd square feet of my large in-town yard for a garden, and I've been struggling for two years now to get it all tilled and prepped for growing food- not that it takes that long to do, but in my life as it is right now, with the estranged (I made 'er that way, believe me!) wife, it's not easy...
It came to the point where my change of habits and behaviors in response to peak oil were the straw that broke the camel's back- my wife and I had it out in an argument, and she phoned police, accused me of things I didn't do... I spent three days in jail over it...
But yeah... water under the bridge, so they say. We're still together, she still rejects the notion that anything bad is going to happen when the world finds out it can't suck oil out of the ground fast enough to keep us Americans in McDriveThru's and McMansions (damn that Kunstler bugger, gettin' me to use that McWordage... lol) in Fat-and-Happy-Land...
And I'm still trying to keep the garden project going, I've taught my two young daughters to use the composting toilet- a simple five-gallon pail with a toilet seat mounted on top, with some sawdust on hand for coverage- go read the Humanure Handbook and learn! Ok- got to plug for that book, it's a load of crap, literally! It's AWESOME!
Now then... ramblings... musings... I finally gave up on my regular job. I am collecting unemployment and my thoughts, pulling myself together over this whole mess that is learning about peak oil, realizing I'm not just one lone bugger out there pluggin' away at a dead American Dream. I could never bring myself to buy into going to work for forty hours a week at a job I didn't really think was all that great, making shit wages, drinking cheap beer, watching pro sports like they're the hottest thing since sliced bread... and being "happy" with it.
Methinks though that you're on the right track- getting your head out of your third point of contact as much of America has, wipin' the sh*t from your eyes, and cleanin' out your ears, and realizing that we're all in for a big change in the near future. You're well on your way to accepting the real world, not the Disneyland-Hollywood-American version of it...
Welcome aboard!
HARV
God made Men. Sam Colt made 'em equal.