Re: local vs. organic

On 2007-03-30, Jim Webster <jim@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Doomsday Cult which has an agricultural chapter here.

I was also attempting to warn the US not to import circovirus to the
prairies, but alas I was too late.

So, I got to some pretty out of the way places, mostly along Route 66. I
took my wife to where we did our courting - the original London Bridge,
now in the desert. (beat that for getting it right boys! She had no idea
of her destination, but a class meal - US food is often very good indeed
and a stay at a luxury appartment overlooking the bridge rather appealed
and made up for many transgressions)

American driving is almost always more courteous and sensible than that
in the UK. The lack of pressure helps no doubt.

I was really surprised to find how much American English has mutated from
the early movies. I expected "auto" and got "car".... the list is
endless.

Anyway, I came back with an even better opinion of the US than previous
visits to New England gave me.

I remain an Englishman with a high opinion of the United States, its
constitution, its ethics and its efforts. Its spelling gives me trouble,
but so does English spelling...

Spelling in any variant of English is highly idiosyncratic.

Agent Olaf Nordvelt stepped out of the office. No point of being
conspicuous, he turned up the collar of his trench coat and pulled his
fedora lower as he walked out onto the beach.

He scanned the beach carefully, aware that cultists or drug crazed vets
could be watching his every move. Slowly he surveyed the people basking in
hot August sunshine. He made his way across to Little Toni's Hot Dog stand;
perhaps Toni had some information for him. He waited in the queue as Toni
sold another two peerages and then sidled up to him.

Toni glanced at him and grunted "no vets here Olaf." Seeing his hangdog look
he took pity on him. He reached under the wad of notes and pulled out a
peerage. Rolling it he slipped it into Olafs top pocket. "There's one for
later".



"Looking for a good time, Big Boy"? Olaf looked round hurriedly, a dame
wearing a dress too long and heels too high for the beach was running her
hand up the sleeve of his trench coat.

"Give her the brush off" muttered Toni to him, "It's Margaret. She promised
to show me the dance of the seven veils, as it was she only took three off,
in the wrong order and nearly nine months late."

Olaf went out further onto the beach where he noticed Gordon sitting crying.

"He's upset" said the carpenter who was passing. Olaf looked carefully, the
carpenter might just be a literary construct but he could well be right.

"Seems like the boys in Afghanistan asked for some ammunition", added the
carpenter helpfully, "so he sent them some, and would you believe it, they
went and fired it all off." The carpenter glanced down at the sobbing figure
again, "apparently he'd going to make them buy their own in future."



Olaf moved on, no cults or bent vets here, just honest citizens going about
their business. He noticed a gangrel figure cowering in the shade of a
deckchair.

Olaf walked across, "any drug crazed vets or cultists here citizen?"

The figure made a strange noise in its throat.

"It'sss vetsessess my precious, we hates them, oh we hates them don't we
precious. Vetsessess stole precious, but we'll pay them back, we'll pay them
all back precious...."
Olaf pushed the fedora back on his head exultantly, success at last. They
had called him a fool but now he had the witness he needed.


I'm very fond of that `my precious' myself, puzzles some, more smile.
Anyway very good. Hey, last night there were 170 messages approx, only
about 40 got through the crud traps.. Raw coldish day here, manure
spread, almost every farmers field in country has wheeltracks on it.
Some houses in the area are being discounted by 30%.. government says
that houses may not rise in value as much as last year :)..


--
Greymaus
Just another grumpy old man
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