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Apr. 22nd, 2004 10:51 amDay: 20
Status: Anxious
Result: 12
Earnings: $20,000
Days Remaining: 40
Status: Anxious
Result: 12
Earnings: $20,000
Days Remaining: 40
Apr. 22nd, 2004
The Heirloom Harvest CSA farm in Westborough still has around 50 shares available. For $550.00, you can get 22+ weeks of fresh, organically grown local and heirloom produce (white carrots, million-dollar muskmelon, and so on). I drove out to St. Lukes cemetary last night to attend orientation and to put in my first installment payment for a share that I'm splitting with a friend.
I'm really, really excited. The farmer, John Mitchell, is a great guy - he's very professional and extremely organized. He showed us his equipment (a bunch of old tractors from the 40s, very cool stuff) and his greenhouse (where he was already growing higher temperature plants, and was giving away leftover transplants) and explained all the details of work, safety, and distribution. I am totally going to go out and work on the farm every Sunday when I go to pick up my stuff.
I found out they're also selling "chicken and egg" shares - I don't have the exact costs yet, but I know they come in two sizes: with the small share, you get a 3-6 lb. chicken every other week, and a dozen eggs every other week. The large share gets you a dozen eggs and a chicken every week!! Wow.
I think I'm very likely going to start pot luck night again in the summer... but I think I may have to change the name to "please eat my food night" as the condition of splitting my share with meerkitty is that I cook the food for her. I get the feeling though that there is going to be a metric ton of food, so there should be plenty to share. I may just ask people to bring drinks and desserts instead of entrees, or maybe even small cash donations.
I'm really, really excited. The farmer, John Mitchell, is a great guy - he's very professional and extremely organized. He showed us his equipment (a bunch of old tractors from the 40s, very cool stuff) and his greenhouse (where he was already growing higher temperature plants, and was giving away leftover transplants) and explained all the details of work, safety, and distribution. I am totally going to go out and work on the farm every Sunday when I go to pick up my stuff.
I found out they're also selling "chicken and egg" shares - I don't have the exact costs yet, but I know they come in two sizes: with the small share, you get a 3-6 lb. chicken every other week, and a dozen eggs every other week. The large share gets you a dozen eggs and a chicken every week!! Wow.
I think I'm very likely going to start pot luck night again in the summer... but I think I may have to change the name to "please eat my food night" as the condition of splitting my share with meerkitty is that I cook the food for her. I get the feeling though that there is going to be a metric ton of food, so there should be plenty to share. I may just ask people to bring drinks and desserts instead of entrees, or maybe even small cash donations.
Fate and Destiny
Apr. 22nd, 2004 12:04 pmThe new story I'm writing is about prisons. I've been reading the Prison themed issue of Parabola for inspiration.
The most interesting piece I've read so far introduced me to Ananke, the Greek mythological entity representing inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. She and Khronos brought the world into being; and you likely know of their children, the Moirai, who are called Klotho, Lakhesis, and Atropos.
Fate and destiny have weighed on my mind the last few days. It sometimes seems like fate - life itself - is a prison. I've experienced this, I'm sure most people have or will have done at some point in their lives.
But then there is kairos. The juncture. The elusive, critical moment that requires decisive action and determination.
Opportunity. Escape from necessity. Kairos.
I'm starting to believe that it's the only thing that matters. Everything else in our lives hinges upon kairos. We are our decisions. Prisons are illusions, and we bind ourselves in chains of our own making - we can always choose to be free. We just sometimes need kairos to show us the way.
The most interesting piece I've read so far introduced me to Ananke, the Greek mythological entity representing inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. She and Khronos brought the world into being; and you likely know of their children, the Moirai, who are called Klotho, Lakhesis, and Atropos.
Fate and destiny have weighed on my mind the last few days. It sometimes seems like fate - life itself - is a prison. I've experienced this, I'm sure most people have or will have done at some point in their lives.
But then there is kairos. The juncture. The elusive, critical moment that requires decisive action and determination.
Opportunity. Escape from necessity. Kairos.
I'm starting to believe that it's the only thing that matters. Everything else in our lives hinges upon kairos. We are our decisions. Prisons are illusions, and we bind ourselves in chains of our own making - we can always choose to be free. We just sometimes need kairos to show us the way.