The Best 24 Hours Ever!

If you are closely related to me, or have ever used the phrase “Too Much Information” or its acronym TMI; stop reading this now, or don’t bother me if you get offended.

I’m in the beginning stages of an open relationship with a beautiful, intelligent, adventurous, great gal who shares most of my interests. Hi Tara 😉

My soon to be Ex, is great. She has to be the best friend I’ve ever had, she knows what’s going on and even entertains my sporadic giggling and happy outbursts.

The kids are taking this transition so well, I don’t even know what to say.

Last night I got a message from a hard-core homesteading, polyamourous, anarcho-capitalist who also happens to be a retired erotic model and porn star. Seriously.

Today I got this:

Howdy Burner! Your ticket order was put in the mail on 03/01/2011 to
the following address:

Translation: my Burning Man ticket is on its way.

I can’t wipe this stupid grin off of my face.

Published in: on March 1, 2011 at 8:45 pm  Comments (3)  
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Caution the following material might be considered inappropriate for the young, elderly, government employees and others with mental defects.

Just when I thought the idiots in government couldn’t get any more stupid, I have a day like today. Even though since I shrugged I haven’t had to pay income taxes, I use the income tax structure via the EIC to recoup the other taxes I’m forced to pay throughout the year e.g. property taxes, $.50 on every gallon of gas and diesel, a shockingly high percentage of the cost of booze and tobacco, hunting licenses, etc.

So every year I continue to file the fucking 1040 (or is it the 1040 fucking form) to the feds and state. Every year these cock-suckers at least sent me the paperwork to do it. Though it is nothing more than a kind of government reach-around, hey, it was something. This year however, the rectal-leaches didn’t even bother to give me the reach-around. OK, not that big of a deal I hear you saying, that’s what i thought too; so I called the Post Office, and they weren’t sent any forms this year. OK, there’s still the courthouse right? Nope, they didn’t get any either. So I’ll have to get them off the internet. They expect me to know how to run a computer (not too hard for me, but what about that eighty year-old grandma down the road a piece,) they expect me to own a printer to print off the forms, (sure I have one but some people don’t, furthermore, I don’t want to waste my ink on this, nor foul my machine with these kinds of IRS ass-drippings,) or they expect me to give someone a percentage of my money to do some basic math that I’m perfectly capable of doing.

The part of me that makes me such a great chess player (note how I’m not using the phrase conspiracy here) wonders if this is part of a larger strategic move. Like the CPA lobbyists wanting to make professional preparation mandatory, or whether the USPS is wanting to start charging a monthly fee…one of the primary reasons postal service was provided to money losing areas was that the government needed a way to collect taxes.

[Must not look for high buildings] ARRRRRRRRRG! I think I’ll go to the bar instead of doing the taxes today…where the fuck is my Advil. /rant

Published in: on February 28, 2011 at 6:33 pm  Comments (4)  

This is the Way to Bring About Change

Here’s a guy who gets it:

Fed up with what he views as crappy treatment from the TSA, the owner of a restaurant near Seattle-Tacoma International Airport has decided to put all TSA agents on his No-Eat List.

“We have posted signs on our doors basically saying that they aren’t allowed to come into our business,” one employee tells travel journalist Christopher Elliott. “We have the right to refuse service to anyone.”

She says that whenever a TSA agent attempts to dine at the restaurant, “we turn our backs and completely ignore them, and tell them to leave… Their kind aren’t welcomed in our establishment.”

The restaurant claims that 90% of its patrons are in agreement with their stance and that the local police have actually helped escort TSA workers off the premises.

“Until TSA agents start treating us with the respect and dignity that we deserve, then things will change for them in the private sector,” says the employee.

Published in: on February 26, 2011 at 5:13 pm  Comments (3)  
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Opening a New Book

Literally. My little notebook is full. My daughter purchased me another for my birthday, so I’m retiring my constant companion for the last year. A lot of people have asked why I carry this notebook. The answer is quite simple: so I don’t forget. The next question is always “what.” I’ve never been able to explain that to my satisfaction but maybe you can. I present to you The Best of Notebook 2010. If you can classify this amalgamation of madness, let me know. But even if it makes no sense to you I hope you enjoy reading it. I know I sure had fun looking back.












Published in: on February 22, 2011 at 9:52 pm  Comments (3)  

To Do


Published in: on February 14, 2011 at 4:09 pm  Comments (3)  

Um Yeah.

I thought I’d let the friends who’s only contact with me is through this blog know that I co-authored the saddest thing I ever wrote today:

We wanted to let those of you, who we didn’t already personally contact, know that we (Jay and Shelley) are separating and getting a divorce. For many years our lifestyles have been diverging, and we have come to a point where neither of us can be truly happy while we are together. Shelley will be returning to Durango where she has a much higher chance of finding the type of work that she finds fulfilling. Jay will be staying in The Gulch where he will continue to write and explore the boundaries of modern self-sufficiency. Though there is a lot of pain, this divorce isn’t coming from a place of anger or hurt; but rather from feelings of affection and love towards each other, and a realization that we both would have done anything for the others’ happiness except to live in a way that we would never be happy.

Published in: on February 7, 2011 at 10:25 pm  Comments (19)  

Endarkened Transcendentalist

After almost a decade of trying to deny chaos its proper place, I’ve come to realize that it really is a healthy part of this universe and is an equal with order.


I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build
rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy
anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.

Published in: on January 30, 2011 at 3:14 pm  Comments (7)  
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Cheese Making Equipment

OK, so I posted about the press I made a few days ago, it’s working great. Here are a few pictures of it for anyone who missed the other post:



The observant reader will have noticed the difference between those two pictures. My original mold, a Gatorade container within a popcorn container worked really well until I tried to remove the cheese. I still don’t know where a razor blade ended up…not a good thing to lose. So I redesigned the mold. A lot of cheese supply companies sell three piece molds, but some of these cost upwards of a hundred dollars. Here is how I solved the stuck cheese problem for less than ten bucks:

Important update: Don’t boil to sterilize!




I think the photos are pretty self explanatory but I’ll break it down anyways.

The parts list (make sure all PVC is food grade):

1-PVC cap (I used 4″ because my follower is 4″)

1-length of PVC pipe

1-PVC coupler

Cut you pipe in half lengthwise (use a thin saw blade, I used a metal cutting blade in my Sawzall,) remove the burrs with a pocket or kitchen knife. Cut your coupler in half crosswise, if you get it cut exactly you won’t have to remove the pipe stop in the middle. If some of the pipe stop remains remove it with a knife. Drill holes in the cap to allow whey drainage (drainage will also occur where the two halves of the pipe meet.)

That’s it, happy cheese making guys.

Published in: on January 22, 2011 at 9:50 pm  Comments (2)  
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Another Gulch Update

The two babies we were able to save from the last arctic front are doing well. The black and white one is a doeling we will be keeping, her name is Dalia, the brown and white one is a buckling that I will be castrating in a few days and will end up in the freezer next fall.



I was making cheese the other night (like I do about once a week) when the lil’ lady told me we were out of Parmesan. I checked my go to book: The Encyclopedia of Country Living, found a recipe, but discovered I needed to finally build that cheese press… so I did:


Oh, and I finally got all the little sheet-rock “crowns” done between the log rafters on the first floor, less than a dozen to do upstairs and I will be all but done with hanging the F-ing sheet-rock.

Published in: on January 18, 2011 at 9:58 pm  Comments (2)  
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Say Hi to Annie

Everyone say “hi” to Careerannie, the newest member of my blogroll, she baked the coolest cake I have ever seen, and I’m not just saying that because she is family. Maybe she’ll share that link so y’all all can check it out yourselves.

Published in: on January 18, 2011 at 12:38 am  Comments (5)