Solar Killed the Riding Lawnmower

 my lawnmower was a relict

An anachronism from the late 20th century

So I upgraded my lawn using FFA plans

Corn here peas there and Squash

Holy trinity of the 16th century come full cycle

Grass un-needed but to feed sheep and cattle

Our suburbs followed suit to water through drip irrigation

Their gardens for food in yards not lawns for us to

Supply and Demand more from our lives to Undo

The years of scarcity and running to the stores.

 

Weeds will persist any plan, but the squash doesn't mind

And the peas climbed the corn which is technically grass

Most grains are these days of sunbleached summers

And solar pumps for the dripped water on squash

Corn is pretty thirsty but does well in sun

And the rain comes occasionally but thermal batteries

at night drive when the sun dips down too low

And thermo-electrics kick in, though their slower than solar

photoelectrics invented by Einstein, one of his few patents

 

Most days creep by un-noticed to the lawnmower

now unneeded  by society which needed food, not petrochemicals

 

 

 

armA geddon Dat Money

 Trump asked for 200 billion today to bolster rocket defenses.  Radar got hit, and another war for more oil.  Gas is 4 dollars, up 70 cents from last week when we filled our gas tanks.  Nobody said sanctions were permenant and Russia oil is getting here while Iranian tankers are allowed through probably to China.  Asian prices went through the roof, I hear.  And the World is on Fire as our Federal Government is coming unraveled from Greed, Apathy, and Selfishness which Science has no solution too.

And these are good days to be alive.  Iam home with my pets and food in fridge while apathy and greed lock up people in prison and detention indefinitely bolstoring the profits of GEO and Core Civic.  Is survivor guilt a thing?  Sounds priviledged and probably is for anger and rage won't change policy.  We must try 2 do Something!  Write your congressman, sign our petition, comment on policy changes...  Anything, take a first aid class, unionize Amazon, or switch to a credit union and ditch your mutual funds.

Security, Energy, and Transportation are Top 3 industries... for the greedy, but maybe I need to work less, earn less, and just buy less crap while spending time with my family.  The means of production is at Haliburton if our product is War, and Departments of War, and rumors of War up North and down South and in the middle East.  Jeesuz, greed is our antichrist's sign in the Epstein files 

Flexible Work

 I wonder what flexWork is... is it too gentle or too nice, is it too little and too trite?  Is it a fun thing to do or is it boring, am I going to die a little to hit the floor running?  Is it a noun or a verb, is it absurd?  Is it logical or piecemeal and divided fortitude?  Is it colloquial or local, is it pandemicly spread?  Am I going to get sick collecting my paycheck instead?  Is it a lot for the effort, or evenly spread, does money come in gobs for little spent?  Do people talk to you, or is your job automated.  Do you talk to a computer when one needs a friend?  Is it teleWork or remote voyeurism?  Are you expected to report or are they monitoring.  I use a computer to accomplish a task, do the ends justify the means or do they quantify my sweat?  Do I think when I do, or should I just do it?  Do I think I'm doing it when I've accomplished my request?  Can a computer do it, but if you just explained it right?  Then what am I doing if it doesn't require thought?  Are you a cog just leaning on me?  Am I a cog by switching thing?  Or Are we just creating red-tape, like the endless cycle or recycling toxic waste?  If there's no product there's no means, no means says I don't have a job yet.  Can I scam my boss into buying Ai slop, or am I just a cog whose ends justify the lot.  Am I seen, am I heard, do I have a name unubsurd, am I tool or an artist with a hobby not unheard.  Am I a fileclerk or secretary, a typist or calculator, can I quit before I start, or is this the beginning of peer pressure.

Do I think, do I feel, do I say or repeat, have I to take or retire in my prescence of behavior.  Do I say yes or say no, or leave without a word.  Do I take or do I give if my robots are doing It.  Do I agree or do I leave, or do I say maybe, and if Maybe I could do it then why didn't I do it yesterday.  Are they reasonable or bossy, do they dick around at work, Isn't Maybe My Boss Crazy!?  For Creating More Work?  Often I do what I'm told, and make other people rich.  Why am I paying rent if the World is on Fire??? from doing the same thing. 

Where you From Vic?

I come from that place where every picnic and potluck has a game of horseshoes

I come from that place that's rainiest Fall Winter and Spring

I come from Hot Summers, and cut Vinegar for your thirst

I'm from that place where pickups are mandatory not optional

My neighbors have machines or they couldn't survive

Mail order shopping is a necessity 

I come from that place where only Love is worth the Fight

I come from the land of Heifers and Cold

I come from the land of Silver and Gold where meadowlarks sing every spring like it's God's country and that's the marching tune

I come from 10 o'clock fright night, pizza parties, and fastfood 

I come from a place that votes republican but everyone believes in equal rights

I come from valley where a river runs through it and predators are the hunted

I come from a place where buffalo are feared for their brucellosis and praire dogs carry black plague

I come from cattle and timber industry whom are regularly screwed for getting out of bed and keep farming until the money is all gone

I come from the resevoir dogs and mid-night cabals to drink the levy dry or at least until we're chased away

I come from a place of war on drugs, war on cancer, war on terrorism, and war on immigrants

I come from a place of peace in the united methodist church

I come from a place where stand your ground means nothing because we already had that Right

I come from a place of highschool shop, study hall, and long hours of talking on phones with girls

I come from a place with Carnegie Libraries, the American Dream, and Injunuity

I come from a place where a railroad rarely visits but is always there

I come from a place where Hootowls pray away danger in the driest parts of summer and Fall

I come from Gods Country and a Big Big Sky 

Newsletter From Vic

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AlderArt.net:  Low Footprint Art For BigFoot Worlds 

 

I'm having deals on Art Prints, Wall Decals, Posters, and Just Tons Of Fun Stuff That Could Stuff Into A Locker.  I had a bomber jacket, but it's almost too warm for them now.  I'm getting more into mixed media these days and desktop publishing, but I made this....

 

 

 And that kinda how it goes these days, stylizing layers essential with or without a mask or spin.  I think shopping for a better colors or composition is worth it.  It's not always possible!  But, using elbow grease it possible for John Henry to beat that blasting Machine, AiRobots photo editing same things, but they're grammatical and programmed by Macros essentially, or what call filters and FX.  It's interesting though, but it has macros so if you don't use those on Ai, then one can't steer the robot.  And keywords are Macros right?  The keywords activate macros and not your language or fishing..  These are hand-shopped, but AiRobots are able to ably apply recursive styles and make fractals on a mandala.  So it's worth trying to get your head out of a box or screen, and try something new!  AiArt Has A Ways To Go...

 

 

And Now I'm Making Wall Posters & Art Decals!

I'm Shipping Them Here  https://alderart.squarespace.com/posters

 

Art I'm Shipping Right Now are part of My True Value Series Where We Committed Art With A Pen And Paper, Scanned Art, Shopped Art, and Published Art On My Desktop My Mom Left With Me When She Passed On.  So, it's working out, but sometimes it's a little too quiet without my parents sadly.  They were a big part of me I lost. Much of my time is spent home quietly, so I'm able to concentrate better on getting stuff done!  And Art Is You Know One Of Those Things.  Much more mixed media now, because limitations of one medium lends itself difficulty another media lends help on.  Something simple like black lines are difficult with paint, but.... pencils or pens lend you back options to fix your art.

 

And Also Please Donate, I need repairs

 https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/J8Z2XUZLRXN5L

 

My expenses Aren't For Art.  My Business Owes Me Big Time!

But If I Make Inroads "I Have A Little Something" at LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks 

So It's One For The Tiger To Make Art, or Make Due Without Art!  No Brainer! right.

No brainer,  So also I started another blog talking about Artprenurial Reconnoitering Repose (ARR) where I explore selling my Artwork!  Which gives me a lot to look forward to as I get further in debt making variety Art Available at a convenient price point.  It's working if it hasn't bankrupted me, so that's we go, and we can find it on AlderArt.Net !!

 And I'll leave you with Value, Variety, And Convenient Prices

AlderArt.SquareSpace.Com And On Etsy and Amazon!  LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks -=Vic V.

The Cup Spoke Louder Than The Tea

 Twinkle little star, in a Sirius conjunction this Valentines Day

Ah the Moon Shines Brighter This Year Full on the winter moon

The snow nigh a foot deep and shines in crystal cold powder duff

Like Diamonds On the Bank In Mica Flecks Silvery Cold

Not much, nigh a foot clad in shnoshoes wack out back

Flat Packing of Back Trail With Racked Logs Around Pond Rink Cat-tails withering

Exploding Seeds For Stuffing Pillow cases enough rubbed round without stick

What a mess of utility I'm fessing Perhaps Me could pick a stick starting with

FireWood, Kindling, Planks, Beams, Anything A PoleBarn Can Carry Dry You See?

And Then We Get Our Tarp To Do Same Thing But Greenhouse No Need A Roof For

Machinery Polishing Grinding Cutting Jewels And Juice the Outlet with Sixty Amps!

Firsts

 

 Wondering I am, Wondering where we go

Up into the great unknown

Where worlds spin and soulshine glows

So as below as in Heaven we're told

But Life Is So Much Different Than We Know

Like Ants On The Back Of Elephants

Our Universe Is So Much Older Than Me

What The Hell Is An Elephant!?

 

Am I An Ant On A Planet? 

I Learned This In Geology And Cartoons

The Little Prince in a kingdom of one

And as a concept of time/space in history

I am a creature of concept and habits, perceptually.

And an encyclopedia is the Sum of what I know

I am, as you know, hUUman.  aHHman!

Little did I know my world is Very BIG

Outerspace is Dimension X to the Nth Degree

And here I am stuck on this gosh darn planet

Embarrased, I am, I have no moon ship to Rocket

Embarrased And Neglected, though means are met

Like a rock star I chisel at time with a hammer

Breaking rocks for my master of disaster

To pry prizes from the embrace of time

Like a piece of magnetite for my domain

In a little magic kingdom on my moon

Electric Fishtank: An Inquiry Into Progress

 

I Made a New Book!  Check my LinkTree for Details!

https://linktr.ee/alderartworks

It's slurry scenery when the Calvary shows up!

 

 In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and it started flooding.  We were on some kind of hill and water was rising.  I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water.  And were running looking for high ground, and that's where the water was coming from.  So I just followed the water, because the lower ground had less water and was even draining it.  And the lower I got the less water there was, as the water had been piling up onto the high ground.  

    Segue into my second dream, my friends and I found some dry land and we started to scavenge.  I asked a passerby if he had a knife, and he gave me a red handled to part knife, one for each hand that somehow assembled into a single one.  One half got lost in my pocket, and had attached to a p-51 can opener that poked me, when I took it out and was looking for the other red-handled half of the knife, but I forgot I had pockets.  So, I gave up and got out on the street to look for scraps to make some kind shelter or to patch and cap whatever was drowning us on the hill, and found lot of junk we could hammer into flat sheet metal.  And so I needed tools to cobble something together like a screwdriver and hammers and stuff.

Segue into my third dream, the Calvary showed up with cargo, and drop-shipped tents, tech, and robotic-guns-on-motorcycles.  Men included, and they all looked liked black clothed clones on black bikes.  And I greeted them from inches a way, and my CO tried to descalate and hide them from us setting up camp.  After that the whole scene was ruled under martial law in around the relief camp.  A lot of people called it a slurry scene, and either one side or the other was going to win and the losers would be slurried he called it.  Anyhow, one of techy things the calvary brought were memory pills.  My friend and I popped one from Schedule 'E' and there were about 12 capsules in a slender tube stacked-like even.  And she was saying they have mp3's and downloads that do the same, "but I don't know why you'd do that."  And that's about when I swallowed and there were little images and people inside my head dressed and I had didactic recall of their lesson plan, but I was so suprised by it's effects, that the pictures in my third eye immediately stopped explaining stuff to me.  And I needed to take another, and a third to continue the lesson plan.  Never did, I still don't know what my mission was.

segue, more bureaucracy showed more paper work, and bureaucrats that disdained us.  One guy called me an idiot for dropping small plastic canister.  And he wouldn't let up.  So I turned to him, and poked him with one finger.  This just infuriated him, and the more I pushed with my finger, the scarier he got until I woke up.   Oh, and there were ponies! that ate little red treats and super friendly.  So I guess the Calvary did SHOW up.