this blog, like many before it, and probably many to come, is dead. do not mourn it’s passing. there is no great loss. change is inevitable. change is good.

COME, my tan-faced children,

Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,

Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp-edged axes?

Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,

We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,

We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,

So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,

Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?

Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?

We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,

We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,

Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,

Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,

Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,

We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,

We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,

From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,

From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,

Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein’d,

All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!

O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!

O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,

Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,

(bend your heads all,)

Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,

By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,

Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,

With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d,

Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!

Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?

Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d.

Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,

Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,

Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life’s involv’d and varied pageants,

All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,

All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,

All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,

All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,

We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,

Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!

Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,

All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,

All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,

We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!

O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!

Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!

(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)

Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,

Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,

Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?

Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors?

Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?

Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding on our way?

Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,

Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind,

Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places,

Pioneers! O pioneers!

Dry:

• 1 cup flour
• 1 1/2 cup oats
• 1/2 tsp baking powder
• 1/2 tsp baking soda
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 3 tbsp cinnimin
• 1/2 tsp nutmeg

Wet:

• 1/2 cup honey
• 1/2 cup oil (alt. 1/2 cup applesauce)
• 1 tbsp molasses (super optional)
• 1 egg (alt./perferably a banana)
• 2 tsp vanilla

What to do with the stuff:

Mix all dry ingridients together. Sepperatly, mix all wet ingridients together. If using a banana instead of an egg mix REAL throughly. NO Banana chunks… unless you want banana chunks, then, by all means, please, leave banana chunks. You might want to use 2 bananas. Use your best judgment. Two bananas can’t hurt you… you are an ape after all.

Next combine wet and dry and mix, it should be pretty tough to mix. At this stage if there is anything you’d like to add to the mix feel free (chcolate chips?).

Now, either pour (it won’t really pour, so transfer) the batter into a brownie pan, or, alternatively make drop cookies on a cookie sheet. Then bake for about 15-20 minutes at 335°f (168°c)

CONSUME (after letting cool for a bit)

I am lonely. Still. Everything is running smoothly. Still. Except for that one light right outside of my apartment. It flickers. Still. It has been 6 weeks now. If I was on Earth I’d change the light bulb; being on this ship means that you would need a degree in quantum mechanics and astrophysics to even understand how to screw the light bulb in. I think I’d cause the ship to come to a grinding (frictionless mind you) halt, if I were to attempt to stop the light from flickering. How many gardeners does it take to screw in a light bulb? Frankly that cliche doesn’t stand. I am the only gardener.

Still.

07.03.2137 1400
Misc. Repaired a Spade this morning which was damaged last week. Food crop. The Chenopodium quinoa will be ready for harvest within the week [addendum: harvest time 07.05.2137]. The fungus which afflicted the crop earlier seems to have done no permanent damage. Inoculating the unaffected portion of the crop with another, passive, fungus worked very well in protecting it [NOTE: both involved fungi unknown to date]. The aquaculture system went through its 15,000th recycling today and is working at well over its predicted efficiency. 67lbs of Ulva lactuca were gathered today from G.tank; it is over producing resulting in a massive [addendum: 4.3 tonnes as of 07.12.2137] surplus of Ulva lactuca. Medicinal Crop. oAir Systems. Soil Ecology. Nothing to report, all nominal. 

The hardest part is that I’m in constant company. I’m never alone. The marines are always running laps or doing drills or practicing some scenario demarcated by a seemingly arbitrary color and number and call sign. They run a tight spaceship. I am one of three non-military personnel on this ship, the other two being the aid to the captain and Sue — the robotic chef.  Sue’s conversations really can’t venture outside the realm of ordering from today’s menu. I’m scared of causing the ship to malfunction if I were to pester Sue into a deeper conversation. The military folks are very set on getting the spaceship to our destination (a rather large nebula which is thought to house something worth fighting). Once there they hope to fight this worthy something. This was all set off by an angel that was found in Argentina. I am alone.

Still.

09.12.2137 0236
Emergency.

Still.

A noisy sort of chaos settled itself over the ship in the past few days. Systems are failing. I think that at least a third of the crew has been vented into space. Which means they’re dead. And an angel in Argentina was found to be a fraud. A fraudulent Angel. This fraud isn’t exactly connected to the ship having gone haywire, but it seems relevant still.

Our worthy something is upon us.

Stillness.

Self sufficiency: An interesting concept in communal living or within a system made of many individuals? Where is the self? Atoms and what not interact as individuals. I am made up of atoms and what not. I interact with other folks as an individual. Individuals made of individuals. So much of my interaction with other folks is dictated by emotions and how I am feeling that I wonder if atoms and what not are doing what they do because they, too, feel like doing so.

I’ve two sort of genaric e-mail subject lines which I use for e-mails that aren’t much more than an interesting link — supercalifragilisticexpialidocious & boof.


Does anyone get the one which is boof? It is more and anamanapoetic. It is the name of a character from Teen Wolf.


Teen Wolf anyone…?


(is anamanapoetic even a word?)