A Quote from David Lakota

David Lakota, Shaman Jedi Instructor, Captain of New Earth Army

So I was watching Doomsday Preppers the other day and there was a segment on David Lakota, an amazing guy with serious skills.

Although I can’t get behind everything he said on the show (like trusting only his relationship with the Creator when determining the edibility of wild plants or the safety of potable water) and some of the stuff on his blog seems way, way out there (like his New Earth Army Shaman and Jedi training program) he’s clearly a courageous fellow who’s not shy about his beliefs.  Just check out some of the far flung subjects he’s written about — bootcamp training, survivalism, shamanism, several expedition logs, and the list goes on!

But what I really liked was the quote he closed his segment with:

“The beaten path is for the beaten man.  In wildness is the preservation of the world.”

Anybody who can barefoot climb one of the highest peaks in the Hawaiian islands, look straight into the camera, and speak words like that is okay in my book.  Keep doing your thing David.

Curry Chicken Salad Collard Wraps

IMG_20130203_170854If you follow me regularly you know that on Sundays I cook all by breakfasts and lunches for the coming week.  If you’re looking for a healthy, low-carb lunch meal that will keep for five days, here’s one I’ve had some success with.

Curry Chicken Salad Collard Wraps

Put a whole free range chicken in the crock-pot and cook it 6 hours (I got mine from Root Force Collective Farm, which, sadly, is no more — but you can get yours at Ellwood Thompson’s or another fine local retailer in your area).  One cooked and cooled to room temperature, pull the meat off the bones, put it in a bowl, and shred it between two forks.  Add a cup and half of pecan halves, several hefty celery stalks chopped finely, enough olive-oil mayo to choke a pony, a teaspoon of curry powder, and salt and pepper to taste.

Wash about ten organic Collard leaves (a.k.a. Swiss Chard) and dry them completely.  Now for the toughest part: you have to slice down the veins or the leaves won’t wrap — they’ll crack and split. IMG_20130203_170712

Put a leaf on the cutting board, and with a sharp knife, slice as shown so that the vein is the same thickness as the surrounding leaf.

Put a dollop of the chicken salad in the leaf and roll as shown.

IMG_20130203_170756 Very simple.  Two wraps make a nice lunch.  Keep them in the fridge and they’ll stay crisp and fresh the whole week.IMG_20130203_170814

Punishing Poetry: Number 37

I haven’t been into football since I was a kid.  By the time I got to college I couldn’t be bothered with it.  But there was a time, back in the 1970s, when I was a true fan.  I even played a season of flag football when I was in I think 9th grade.

I do however always watch the Superbowl, a tradition that started when I watched Superbowl III with Pop.  While I was watching this last one I started thinking about my favorite player from back in the 1970s — #37 Pat Fischer.  He was defensive back for the Redskins.

Pat Fischer was 5’9″ tall and just 170 pounds (just a shade bigger than yours truly), so small he had to have his jerseys made special, yet he was one of the most punishing hitters ever to play the game.  He played an amazing 17 seasons, during which time he racked up 56 interceptions (in the NFL top 20).  He is also credited with inventing the “bump-and-run” coverage technique that was eventually banned by the league.  Tenacious, scrappy, and dogged, he was like a pack of jackals.  And if you took your eyes off of him while crossing the middle, you might wake up in the locker room.

You can read a really detailed bio here.

As documented in this article, Pat liked his poetry.  Here’s one of his favorites.  RIP Pat — you were one tough little S.O.B.

Here’s To The Men Who Lose (author unknown)

Here’s to the men who lose!
What though their work be e’er so nobly planned,
And watched with zealous care,
No glorious halo crowns their efforts grand;
Contempt is failure’s share.

Here’s to the men who lose!
If Triumph’s easy smile our struggles greet,
Courage is easy then;
The King is he, who after fierce defeat,
Can up and fight again.

Here’s to the men who lose!
The ready plaudits of a fawning world
Ring sweet in victors’ ears;
The vanquished banners never are unfurled,
For them there sound no cheers.

Here’s to the men who lose!
the touchstone of true worth is not success.
There is a higher test –
Though fate may darkly frown, onward to press,
And bravely do one’s best.

Here’s to the men who lose!
It is the vanquished’s praises that I sing.
And this is the toast I choose:
“A hard-fought failure is a noble thing!
Here’s to the men who lose.”

More Climate Drama

I had planned to take my teenager and attend the Forward on Climate Rally yesterday, but on Friday when I saw that the weather forecast at that time was for rain and snow, I decided to scrap them.  It turned out to be sunny, and by noon yesterday I was kicking myself for not joining in.

Since I was home I watched UP with Chris Hayes.  Members of the panel said they thought that Americans are starting to wake up and realize that they are being lied to — by the happy fracking ads, the gulf-is-all-clean-now propaganda, and the Koch-funded KXL-is-good-for-America hogwash.  I disagree.

I think that the people who really care about the environment are just getting more and more frustrated and pissed off.  While it is true that politicians in Washington are starting to mention climate change, and as Chris pointed out, fifty years from now nobody is going to care how big the deficit is, I think most people are still bored by the climate change discussion.

Mindy McCready, the Pope, Oscar Pistorius, and the Russian metor are topping the news charts, not climate.

I guess the destruction of the planet isn’t the kind of drama that most people can really sink their teeth into.

More Pics from Warehouse Art Gallery

Chance Liscomb wasn’t the only artist we enjoyed at Warehouse Art Gallery in Luray.  Here are a few more photos from that trip.  My apologies to the artist(s) for not noting your name(s).IMG_20130209_163756 IMG_20130209_164039 IMG_20130209_164551 IMG_20130209_164617

Prepper Lite

Okay, I’m not a prepper.  Not really.  I guess I’m what you’d call ‘prepper lite.’

I don’t think there’s going to be an earth-destroying comet or zombie apocalypse or anything.  But I do think it’s a good idea to be ready for disasters that are much more likely — say for example getting laid off, a house fire, a flood, a long term power outage (like the one that lasted two weeks after the hurricane  a few years back). What if your income stopped unexpectedly, or you had to get out of town due to a natural disaster?  Would you have enough food to last you a few months, or be ready to evacuate to a motel if you needed to?

Here’s the extent of my prepping.  Let’s call them “Prepper Lite Tips”:

FOOD: Once a month buy an extra week or two of staples that will keep at least a year.  Get foods you know your family actually eats — not freaky dehydrated stuff that will go in the trash when the date expires, no MREs or super-expensive backpacking meals, just real food.  Pasta, canned pasta sauce, peanut butter, crackers, canned fruit, rice, etc.  Put each week of groceries in a box and label it for January of the next year.  The next week’s worth label February, the next one March, etc.  Stack the boxes in the pantry or in a closet.  When you have twelve boxes you’ll have a 3 month supply of emergency food.  Each month the following year, pull down the box and bring it into your regular supply.  Replace it with a new week of food.  This way you are naturally rotating stock and not wasting money.

GO BAGS: Prepare a go-bag for each member of your family in case you have to leave the house in a hurry.  Each bag should contain that person’s passport, a change of clothes, some cash, a mini first-aid kit, and any essentials peculiar to that person (backup medicine, extra eyeglasses, etc.).  Make sure you have copies of your insurance policies and other essential documents.  Also a thumb drive with important scans, sacred photos, and anything digital.  I just realized I need a go-bag for my dog.  Note to self.    Tip: when you get your new eyeglass prescription, put the old one in your go bag.  Not ideal, but they’d do in an emergency.  Same goes when you get a new toothbrush.  Wash the old one and put it in the bag.  Again, not ideal, but if you had to go in a hurry, it would do.  This way you don’t have to go out and spend a ton of cash to be prepared.

MONEY: When you get paid, put some cash aside for your go-bags.  It doesn’t take long to accumulate a fair amount, just ten bucks each payday and you’ll have a few hundred bucks before you know it.

OTHER STUFF: Got anything silver?  Make a bag full of that stuff and set it aside.  I have a bag full of silver forks, knives, and spoons, as well as a small bag full of silver coins.  If the economy breaks down all apocalyptic-like, it’ll be there.  But, more importantly, if for some reason I fall on hard times, I could take it down to the pawn shop or precious metal exchange and get a grand for it if I had to.  Consider picking up a used fire safe on Craigslist to store it in.  I did.

Anybody else have tips for prepping lite, easy, and on the cheap?  Please share.

A Chance Encounter with Warehouse Art Gallery

IMG_20130209_170217One of the highlights of the weekend getaway my wife and I recently enjoyed was the Warehouse Art Gallery.  We both enjoyed it hugely.  Although there were dozens of great pieces by many different artists of all kinds — painters, sculptors, photographers, furniture makers, and so on — it was the work of Chance Liscomb that really floored me.

This is the piece that greets you in the parking lot outside.  It’s by Chance Liscomb — a 6′ peace sign peppered with bullet holes.IMG_20130209_170301

Art like his inspires creativity – not to copy or duplicate, but to do your own thing and aspire to the same level of mastery.  I highly recommend stopping by the warehouse if you’re ever in Luray.  Admission is free.

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By Chance Liscomb. I apologize for my poor photography skills. On the right you will see a selection of hospital bracelets. It has two sides and is very complex. Trust me, it’s worth driving to Luray just to see this thing. You have to get up close and walk around it to appreciate it.

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This is a close-up of the top. It’s called “Artist in Residence” if I recall properly. The entire thing is about 6′ tall.

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“The Hell with Dell.” I couldn’t make out the first initial, but I know it’s by somebody named Liscomb, probably Chance. Apparently the Liscombs are a very creative family, because the name pops up elsewhere in the gallery. The other Liscomb stuff has an entirely different character (smoother, more natural materials, and so on).

Here is a selection of other stuff by Chance.  IMG_20130209_165712

The 14th Mansion, So Far

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Dark forces have conspired to put me behind on my writing goals.  Actually, that’s not true.  It’s not that dramatic.

What really happened was that I allowed myself to get distracted and then I gook a mini-vacation on Friday of last week.

Now it’s time to knuckle down and catch up.

In Memoriam – Forrest J. Mitchell III

“Forrest Jay Mitchell III, 89, of New Kent, Va., passed away Friday, February 8, 2013. He was preceded in death by his wife, Isabelle Booth Mitchell. He is survived by his children, Forrest Jay Mitchell IV and wife, Jill F. Mitchell, Linda Conley and husband, Tom Conley, and Catherine Mitchell.”

IMG_20130210_163401 Uncle Forrest was a remarkable man.  He was prone to easy laughter,  frugal and hard-working, silent in his generosity, and quiet in his determination.

He was an old man in his eighties on the occasion when he called to ask if I’d like to have a gift of his old riding lawnmower.  When I showed up he helped me get it into my truck.  He said he wasn’t nearly as strong as he used to be, but you couldn’t have proved it by me.  All of this despite his repeated battles with cancer.

Back then he was taking his brother Bobby — my father — to weekly kidney dialysis.  He pushed Dad’s wheelchair up and down ramps and loaded and unloaded the chair from the trunk.  Although he loved a good joke or a funny story, and I never saw him cry, Forrest cared deeply for his family.  The last time we talked on the phone, he confided that he missed having my father to talk to.  Without complaint, he said he was ready to go.

I will remember Uncle Forrest at his best — playing guitar and singing Margaritaville, telling jokes, spinning stories about life in Highland Park, smiling and laughing.

He was of America’s Greatest Generation, and I’m proud to call him my blood.

F. J. Mitchell III in uniform — WWII era — CLICK PHOTO TO READ HIS MEMORIES OF WWII

The Power of Habit: Goal Setting, Part Deux

I’ve talked about writing goals before.  I mentioned that setting daily goals gets things done.  Now I want to talk about the power of habit.

Habit is a bitch.  It can embarrass or even kill you — as in picking your nose, biting your nails, snacking while watching TV, or smoking.  I should know, since I have a history with all four.  Although I seem to have the smoking thing licked (clean for almost 18 months by the grace of the gods), and the snacking thing too, I  still struggle with nail-biting and and nose-picking.

What can I say.  We all have our demons.

But habit can also work in your favor.  A gabillion books have been sold on the subject of the positive power of habit.   I haven’t read them, because I figured it out all by myself.  A pity I didn’t write a book about it, because I would have made a wheelbarrows full of money.  Anyway, the point is, go form some habits that benefit you.

Here are some of my beneficial habits (there are too many to list all of them):

  • Every night before bed I set the coffee pot to brew at 5:00 am.
  • Each weekday morning I check my goal progress and work social media over coffee until 5:30 am.  At 5:30 am I exercise until 6:30 am (unless I’m injured, like I am now, in which case I write or futz around for an hour).  At 6:30 am I come in, unload and reload the dishwasher, and straighten the kitchen so my wife comes downstairs to a happy kitchen.  I eat breakfast, wash up, and head out for work at 7:30.  On lunch break at the office I write 1,000 words.
  • On Saturday morning I work on secondary writing projects, visit my Mom, go to martial arts club, and grocery shop.
  • On Sundays I rest, blog for the week, visit my Mom, and cook all my breakfasts and lunches for the next 5 days.

What kind of habits could you form that would benefit you?  Give it some thought and you might be able to realize your dreams.

And please try to stop picking your nose.  It’s a nasty habit.