seriously,
ZERO degrees.
i guess the weather is harboring a 'day after, pearl necklace, kamikaze bukkake sneak attack',
all up on my thermometer.
zeros, y'heard?
i'm sayin',
the whole sky, it's as cold as ice, vanilla, or otherwise....
hippie homestead awesomeness!
you should go to the magazine store and buy this sh!t.
every once in a while,
roughly every sixty days or so,
i get a reminder to remember how fresh to death
the whole Folk Life returning-to-rural reinhabiting is.
i've been reading some of the backwoods/backhome/backyard business
since the initial inception of the o.g. newhamden folklife collective,
(the few remaining members know what's up)
10 years ago.....
in fact,
i had subscriptions to a slew of homesteading magazines,
and one by one,
they're all runnin' out.
i saved 'em all,
the back issues, i mean,
in my expansive library of really real rural reference,
right next to my explosive library of barbarian bookshelves.
mother earth news is one of the better ones.
maybe because they have two months between issues,
so they can make it twice as dope as some others,
whatever the reason,
i'm kind of all about it...
but probably not so much because it professes to be
"the original guide to living wisely"....
since i'm pretty sure is actually the 'sayings of Har',
in the poetic edda of the norse folks.
Odin, my ninjas,
was the original original guide to that wiseguy walkin' way of worthy real life livin'.
so recognize.
i dunno why, but this kind of thing gets me so amped to live in a viking great hall!!!
me and my closest duders, and our ladyfriends or partners,
all holed up in a righteous cabin,
stinkin', sinkin', and slinkin' might be keeping it a little too real....
but hot fiery barbarian bon-bons,
and open-flamed flambeed food,
and all that skaldic scalding scolding that gets it poppin',
now that,
that sounds great.
today, i'm celebrating the holiday spirit,
a la DMX-mas!
WhaaaaaaaaaaaT?!!!
arf!arf!arf!y'heard?!!
i love my dogs, but where's my b!tches???
speakin' of:
if my pet pit keeps barkin' at the oh-so-cold,
not-that-hard-workin' roofers freezin' their shingles off,
i'm gonna be fightin' her too- tooth and nail;
stop, drop, shut 'em down,
open up shop...
never quiet, never soft.....
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