Month: June 2012

  • Neanderthals, Bandits and Farmers

    I read a book a few weeks ago about the history of agriculture, or how it really began. Tradition has it that agriculture began 10,000 years ago with the Neolithic revolution and the end of the hunter-gatherer lifestyle, but the author, Colin Tudge, argues that it began much  earlier than that. His theory is that it began 40,000 years ago with the late Paleolithic age when Cro-Magnons and Neanderthals both lived on the planet. They co-existed for approximately 5,000 to 10,000 years and had very different lifestyles.

    The author suggests that Paleolithic Cro-Mags were manipulating their environment in a form of proto-farming. This isn’t full blown pastoral or arable farming, it is more horticulturist. The people in this era were encouraging favorable plants to grow while discouraging others. They did not adopt all aspects of farming (preparation of soil, breeding, propagation, crop protection, harvesting, storage) but rather put them together in piecemeal fashion. One of the first was crop protection, simply keeping plants safe from deer or other invaders. They exercised game management without thoroughly domesticating animals. They chased bison over cliffs, controlled fire to chase animals. 

    Manipulating plants and animals 40,000 years ago did not end hunting and gathering, it simply complemented it. Proto farmers had a third option for food source, and it helped keep them alive. The author then talks about the relationship between the Cro-Mags and the Neanderthals. He uses old western movies as an example of what he imagined it was like, the Neanderthals playing the role of the bandits, wild and free, warring with Cro-Mags  the same way the bandits warred with the farmers in old spaghetti westerns. He glamorizes them as free spirits that could not fight extinction. I like the idea that the down to earth, practical farmers were the ones that could keep the next generations alive – it makes me feel better about my own simplicity. happy

    The fact that innovation can be shown 40,000 years ago supports the theory that farming in its simplest form also began at the same time. The mystery of how people across the world in the beginning of the Neolithic age and the use of domesticated animals to support arable and pastoral farming is no longer is a mystery if it’s already an ancient practice. They didn’t have farming heralds wandering the continents telling people how to farm, as the people began moving from continent to continent they already knew how to do the basics and evolved from there. 

    The final point I will make about this theory is that the move to farming was not made because it was easier or better. The move to farming was necessary but fought all the way. The food was often lost to weather, the mold in the staples could cause diseases and death. There are many theories that the author states may or may not have been the reason for the need to move to agriculture, including the loss of large game (Dire Wolves, Giant Kangaroos, etc) who were lost to the population growth of man. The author blatantly states the loss of most of the original fauna was not from the change in temperatures, but the existence and population of man. I am not completely convinced he is right, but his ideas and theories all make sense – practical, down to earth, sense. Most of it cannot be proven at this point though.

    This was an interesting read, I enjoyed it. I was surprised when I mentioned that I read it how many people showed an interest in it, so this is my very brief (and terribly incomplete) synopsis. I also cannot argue much for or against the author, as I have read few books on these ages. I just found it fascinating, and primarily the first few chapters where he described the different ways agriculture evolved. 

    As clever and innovative as the Cro-Mags were, I still think it would have been more fun to be  a Neanderthal!

     

  • Fire (Updated)

    Now Boulder is on fire, too. They evacuated several neighborhoods and NCAR already. There is a large cloud of smoke billowing in the air and my favorite local trails are burning. I will come back and post more tonight about this.

    The Waldo 15,517 acres on fire in Colorado Springs, 32,000 people are evacuated. It is only 5 percent contained. The High Park Fire (In Fort Collins) 87, 284 acres burned – 65 percent contained. At least 257 homes have been destroyed in the foothills west of Fort Collins, including our friend @ThereWillBeDragonsThe cost of fighting the fire so far is $33.1 million, and has been burning since June 9th. Last Chance Fire, 45,000 acres burned in 2 days. 

    Colorado is on fire, and these are just the large ones. There are smaller fires all over, and the cost of containment and property is devastating. Open Space Mountain Parks are all closed around here, no hiking. The area from Eldorado Canyon to the Flatirons are ablaze, and I know most of those trails by heart. I doubt they will be recognizable when this is over.

    If anyone knows how, please send us a rain dance. We need one.

  • Aladdin

    I have been back and forth between South Dakota, Wyoming and Colorado the last week or so, and one of my favorite stops is always Aladdin, WY. I have driven through and stopped at Aladdin countless times as it is the only “town” between South Dakota and my home town, Hulett, WY. 

    Aladdin has a population of 15. There is a Post Office/ General Store and a motel. I don’t think the motel gets much traffic outside of hunting season. That’s probably ok, I doubt anyone would live there to get rich. 

    I found this history blurb on the town and general store.

    “ The Aladdin Store was built by Bill Robinson in 1896. It was first a saloon. Dan Hickey came to Aladdin in 1899 and left in 1919. Dan was the second manager of the railroad and of the Aladdin Store.

    In the earliest years of the Wyoming and Missouri Valley Railroad, the train didn’t go all the way to the Aladdin Store. It stopped at the “Y” where the cars turned around. This was about 1/2 mile east of the store. In 1901-1902, the line was extended.

    The coal land around and in Aladdin was surveyed April 13, 1882 – April 22, 1882. There had been 2000 tons of coal mined but none marketed. There were three companies claiming coal land in Township 54. The longest tunnel was 600 feet long, five feet wide and six feet high.   You can still take an interpretive walk around this old Coal Tipple, just a mile from Aladdin General Store.” 

    The store, post office, and saloon.

     

     

    The working gas pumps

     

    The ladies room

    The men’s room

    When I walked into the store with my dad, the same lady was running the till that has been there since I was little, and she of course remembered me. She likes CO, pretty country, too many people. There’s a yuppy every time you turn around, she said. 

    Aladdin is on top of the Bear Lodge hills where my cousin just bought some land. There’s no cell reception obviously, but it has more to offer. 

    His front yard

    The well in his front yard. 

     

    It is also about 25 miles from my home town, Hulett. Here is a picture of the Devil’s Tower outside of Hulett that was taken the morning I left. (Not by me, by the paper.)

     

     

    No, that isn’t photo shopped. It’s really that magical.

     

    I am returning next week to spend more time in WY and less in SD. I am lucky to live in a place I enjoy returning to.

     

  • Just Maybe..

    My husband and I planned on backpacking for a couple of weeks this summer on the Colorado Trail. Then, awhile back, my dumb, naughty dog took me for a ride and tore my ACL. Running, hiking, and even walking for awhile was painful, and that killed my summer plans. I was also training for a marathon I wanted to run in September back in Sioux Falls, and I knew all of my plans, fun and ambition were out the window because of that damned dog and his love of the bitches. 

    This summer we were planning to do 200 miles on the trail, from Denver to Durango eventually, but split up between two years.

    I have been bummed out because I am not working this summer and had high ambitions of what I wanted to do. After the dog incident I assumed they were all out of reach. 

    BUT – I have had much less pain lately. Corey is a CMT and has been working on my knee, and I have been a faithful patient and stretching and taking it easy. Yesterday I was able to run 3 miles with little pain, and this morning it was 4.5. I will give it a rest tomorrow, and then take my chances on the trails and test things out there. 

    If all goes well, I might be able to go backpacking yet. I am not sure about the race, but I didn’t want to do that as bad.

    It’s too early in the summer to have to sit on the sidelines, and maybe my  fast healing superpower will take hold and my time off won’t be wasted. I used to think I wanted the power of invisibility, but I have since changed my mind. 

    Please keep your fingers crossed for me~

  • Scared Shitless

    Most of you know the dear hubby is out of town a few weeks. To celebrate, I did things I wouldn’t do when he was here. Like popcorn for dinner (no dishes that way), reading too long, and watching scary movies all night, every night. (OK, until midnight or so, but that’s late for me!) I know this may not be the brightest idea I have ever had, watching scary movies alone all night 3 nights in a row, but I never claimed to be the brightest bulb in the pack. 

    I don’t like the slash ‘em types of movies, I like spooky, jumping out of your seat kind of movies. So I have watched ghost movies, exorcism movies, and spooky monster movies every single night. 

    Night #1 – After a few creepy ones, I locked the door, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I did look under the bed but I only found @TheTheologiansCafe, nothing unusual. This is one of the movies I watched. 

    Night #2 – After only one movie, I was tired and nervous so I let my big hairy beast crawl in bed with me. Again, my doors were locked when I went to sleep. I suffered through 110 pounds of smelly, snoring, farting dog so I had someone to cuddle with. He seemed to enjoy the bed over his blanket on the floor, and stayed almost all night. This is what I watched.

    Night #3 – Not only is he going to sleep with me, but he rode along in the car with me to the store and I am forcing him to sit near me while I watch this movie. 

    So I sit here, my sister is asleep and I am too proud to call a girlfriend. The dog is snoring at my feet and I am trying to muster up my guts to dash into the bedroom and hide under the covers with Salem. 

    Tomorrow I am cooking dinner and watching Little Miss Sunshine. 

  • A Gift of My Own

    Even though it’s Father’s Day, I received a gift of my own in the mail. My dear friend, John, (@plantinthewindow) sent me a book of poems that he wrote himself. It’s called A Year in the Life of Empty, and I will spend most of the day on my porch cruising through it. 

    It had a timely arrival, thankfully, because I had just finished my book, Neanderthals, Bandits and Farmers, How Agriculture Really Began.. (It was better than it sounds.)

    I checked my real email and there was an email from a Xanga friend (@MzSilver) with some pics of a hunky man. She knows how I like hot men! 

    (Not really the pic she sent me, the pic she sent me was of a real man, not a fantasy one!)

     

    Corey is gone for awhile and my family is celebrating Father’s Day with their gents, so I am going to grab BoulderSalem and take him for a hike. (He is itching to go.)

     

    Have a great Father’s Day!

  • Greening the Ghetto

    If you live in a community plagued by violence, poverty, and health problems, it can be hard to see our collective ecological crisis as more pressing than the everyday crisis of survival. ” This is a quote from  Marc Bamuthi Joseph, who holds Life Is Living festivals (http://www.lifeisliving.org/) in hopes of bringing artists, philanthropists, community organizers together to help the depressed areas of the inner city a more positive attitude and offering hope they can improve their environment. 

    The heavy material is buoyed by moments of humor, like the depiction of hard-core enviros’ holier-than-thou approach to green living (“Are you eatin’ local, organic, non-packaged, and fresh? Are you a vegan, eatin’ in season, freezin’ what’s left?”) that made a diverse Seattle audience laugh in recognition.” You can find the full article here: http://grist.org/cities/greening-the-ghetto-from-survival-to-sustainability/. (My edit link doesn’t work, sorry.)

    Community gardens are a great idea that has been taking off for some years now. The community garden in an inner city neighborhood can aid impoverished families with healthy, fresh food as well as greening up the area. 

     Joseph is also an artist and the founder of Youth Speaks, a non-profit organization that help kids use their voices to change the environment they live in and create leaders within these communities to promote change. The I Live Here project helps to create opportunities for a new generation of leaders to emerge articulate, thoughtful, engaged, knowledgeable, and unafraid to speak toward making local and global communities healthier places to live.

    Other ways inner city artists can beautify their environment is through graffiti art. Some of the most amazing murals can be found on ghetto walls. 

     

    By investing in our young people in inner city impoverished neighborhoods, we are not only doing the right thing by the kids, but also creating a better next generation for environmental and social change. 

  • School is Out

    Warning – *self pity alert*

    My lovely husband is out of school for the summer. Last year we spend the summer traveling around pulling a camper. We spent 20 days in Pennsylvania and 20 days down the east coast hiking short hikes on the Appalachian Trail. It was a great time, but I was ready to be home when we finally got there. We are going to hike the entire trail over the next ten years or so (it will take us that long!) but we decided not to do that this summer. 

     

    This summer is more chaotic and family obligations are trumping our vacation time. He is leaving on Friday to spend two weeks in PA (battling for middle earth again) and I am going to Wyoming and South Dakota to spend time with my family, hit a wedding, etc. After he is done fighting for middle earth, he is going to Tennessee to help pack up his grandparents and prepare them to move into an assisted living facility. Very sad, and I am staying in SD to avoid that trip. He won’t be home until after the fourth of July, and I am going to miss him.

    Here are some pictures of our last year’s trip, because I do love pictures:

    (Corey placing a spell on BoulderSalem)

    (Secluded running trail in PA)

    (Asheville, NC where we stayed to get on the AT)

    (Appalachian Trail – the only trailhead marker)

    (The beautiful AT)

    When he returns we are backpacking a couple weeks up the Colorado Trailso we can get our hiking fix and get away together for awhile, but it isn’t the same. There was too much to do this year to spend it all together, but it sucks we will spend half of it across the country from one another. 

    After our backpacking trip in CO, he has to return to school (to teach), so no more extended free time. We are both going back to college this fall, so between working and school and everyday life we are going to have to make serious efforts to spend time being a couple. 

    It’s only June and I have a case of the Summer Time Blues. 

     

  • The Paradox of Choice

    When I go to Starbucks for coffee, I buy a tall dark roast coffee, black. My husband orders a Venti Chai skim milk please. My daughter orders a Venti  Caramel Machiatto extra whipped cream and my sister orders a “”Zebra” half white chocolate mocha and half mocha. We do like our choices, we like to have them, we like to make them. We hate waiting in line while other people make theirs, and we hate even more looking at someone else’s drink wondering if theirs is better or if we made the wrong choice. 

    The problem with choices is that there are so many of them. Yesterday I posted about fear and anxiety and a lovely young lady, @specialxplaces responded with this insightful comment.

    “I think kids are raised in a generation where there are so many options as to what to do with your future, and none of it seems to ever be good enough. They’re afraid that their choices will make others unhappy, or their choices will make themselves unhappy. Choosing the wrong career or something, that’s a big step that costs a lot of money in education. There’s something wrong with everything that’s good, ya know? Kids today are all too aware of that I think. “

     

    She is right. I remember reading a book a few years ago called The Paradox of Choice, which discussed exactly this subject and it made a big impact on me, I agree with nearly everything it said. 

    Not only do we make consumer choices daily (jeans – low cut, straight leg or boot leg, regular fit, slim fit,) but there is a lot of research that needs to go into these choices. Ok, maybe not so much as the jeans, but think of buying a TV, computer, car. Consumer reviews, features, warranties, projecting the uses of these objects and making a package of option fit for our own personal needs. Carfax reports, country of origin, consumer reports, price and product reviews – we wouldn’t sacrifice a single one of them. We hang onto our options and choices despite the tedious researching and education that goes into each decision.

    But the fun doesn’t end there. In America, we free people can choose everything. Where to go to school, to college, what field we want to enter, what religion we choose,  sex, romance, parenting…. None of these decisions can be taken lightly, they all impact our life not just now but long term. 

    Now let’s talk about opportunity cost and buyer’s remorse. I chose to not go into health care though that was what I believed I wanted to do. As my career path turned, I always kept an eye on my sister’s career path (she chose to go into healthcare.) Though I don’t regret my decision, there has been many times that I thought of the financial difference, the security she has, the cost of the opportunity I didn’t take. Now, I am exaggerating here a bit. I am not really the type to look at that, I am way too self centered, but I think you get my point. These decisions, choices, and consequences are serious and stressful. 

    One of my favorite paragraphs of the book states “…there is a cost to having an overload of choice. As a culture, we are enamored with freedom, self determination, and variety and are reluctant to give up any of our options. But clinging tenaciously to all the choices available to us contributes to bad decisions, anxiety, stress and dissatisfaction.” 

    The thought that I keep thinking about is positive liberty and negative liberty – positive liberty is the freedom to.. negative liberty is the freedom from…. 

    My stress avoiding super powers have a strange side effect which makes me a poor shopper – I get in, get out and don’t come back. I tend to avoid looking at my decisions too long, I hate remorse. And I refuse to look at what other people have, opportunity cost is something I don’t have to feel if I don’t look at too closely. So I drink my coffee black, I have my sister choose my clothes when we shop, and I usually eat whatever the daily special is at the cafe. I am dull, simple, and pretty damn happy. 

  • Living With Fear

     

    I tend to not be an anxious person, for the most part. Other than my career, I have a pretty laid back personality that lets chips fall where they may. I am not a worrier, I rarely lose sleep over problems and stress. The main exception is where my kids are concerned, and that is a parent’s plight, I think.

    My daughter is the opposite. She worries, stresses over things real and imagined, she goes over minute details of conversations and looks for sinister double meanings. She rarely trusts people or situations, she beats herself up over hindsight and what she should have said or done, and she worries endlessly about how things will happen in the future. 

    I read a post written by @xXxlovelylollipop where she describes events and happenings that are dangerous and tragic. Yet she rarely posts about her fear, and I don’t know if she feels anxiety or not. It made me think that fear and anxiety must be relative. Living in a nation full of violence and turmoil (yes, that could be said of America, too) would cause me a lot of anxiety and worry for my safety and the safety of my loved ones. Yet, most of her posts are funny, happy and insightful. They are not wrought with worry and woes despite the volatile area she lives. 

    Parents in Afghanistan have to worry about having the second highest infant mortality rate in the world. South Africa has the highest murder rate in the world. The Congo has the highest starvation rate in the world. Those things frighten me and I imagine I would be very anxious and afraid if I lived there. 

    I know that there are always things to fear and worry about, regardless of who we are or where we live. What I wonder about is why are some people more prone to anxiety than others? Does it even matter what your circumstances are in relation to how much anxiety and fear you feel?