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「 SUMMARY 」 — you feel his presence following you, not knowing when he was going to strike

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18+ [ minors do not interact ], dubcon, cnc, abduction, chase/hunt, stalking, drugging, blindfolds, bondage, gags, fingering, praise, size kink, dacryphilia, oral sex, [ female receiving ], squirting, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasms, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 2.4k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x brody king

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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your feet sore and blistered from the forest floor

jagged rocks and sharp twigs, poked and punctured your soles

sending mild jolts of pain up through your legs

yet that did not deter you

no matter how much your legs hurt, numb with a dull ache as the muscles spasmed painfully

you had to keep running

you could not let him catch you

he was hot on your tail

the wind felt as if he was breathing down your neck

a harrowing feeling to say the least

ducking and weaving through pine brush

dodging the low hanging branches, whilst avoiding any uproots

the latter being harder to spot, even more so at the speed you were traveling at

covered in moss and dirt all to similar to the forest floor

your chest burned with a primal need for escape

mouth dry with each inhale, each gasp, each swallow

an acidic almost bile-like taste

occasionally craining your head back just to catch a glimpse of him

hoping that finally he would have relented in his chase

lucky for you, it seems that he might have

the heavy trudge of his footsteps had subsided

not a sound of leaves and twigs crunching underfoot

nothing but the shaky exhales that left your lips

you were safe. for now at least

you took a moment to catch your breath

sitting upon a stone, patches of moss lined where it was embedded in the dirt

quietly observing your injuries, as mild as they were

the soles of your feet tattered with small cuts and grazes that left a sharp sting each time pressure was applied

how the blood left an iron stench in the back of your throat

mixing in with the dirt and mulch

your breath shaky, exhales caught in your throat still trying to regain your barings

the forest opening just past the clearing

the subtle earthy scent of the river met your nostrils as you peaked beyond the clearing

you had no choice but to keep moving, you did not want to fall into his hands

you started to move again

slowly this time, stepping as gingerly as your injured feet would allow

every wince and groan was kept under your breath to avoid suspicion

hobbling ever-so-silently towards the clearing

without warning your body felt tight, restricted somehow

your felt weightless, limbs flying in all directions, kicking, punching, clawing at the source

it was then you caught a glimpse of a tattooed forearm, the limb imposing and large in comparison to you

bringing forth a damp rag to your face

obscuring your mouth and nose, forcing you to breath in whatever chemical he doused the rag in

it was a sweet yet mildly pungent smell, one that left your mind reeling with haziness

limbs falling weaker the longer he held the rag to your lips

the soft lulls of his voice dragged you deeper into the abyss of slumber

the his words incoherent as you slipped further into comatose

your eyelids heavy, still reeling with forced slumber

in an attempt to open them you were met with a still blackness

like an all encompassing fog clouding your vision

you could have sworn you’d opened them

fidgeting around in your compromised and frankly uncomfortable position

you were able to deduce you’d been caught by the beast who’d been chasing you previously

he’d blindfolded you

your wrists painfully bound atop your head, knotted together to a thin pole or an iron bar of some kind

the material was cold to the touch

the same could be said with your ankles, bound, this time spread apart

your feet bound on cloth, linen you assumed

under the assumption that he’d tended to the small cuts on your feet

you’d almost feel grateful if your predicament was different

a cool breze wafted over you, the springtime air left a chill on your skin

your body felt bare, your nipples peaked and stiffened as a gust of wind blew past

through an open window it seems, judging by the soft, faint howls of the wind

you’d come to the concussion that you were infact naked

naked, afraid and bound to a stranger’s bed, unknowing exactly how it all came to be

you remember the forest that the events preceding it

you remember the hulking man and the rag with the sweet ether-scent

then the world went dead

a scream tried to pass through through your lips, nothing but muffled sounds excape

a cotton like texture on your tongue, spit pooling around it

he’d stuffed your panties in your mouth, securing them with duct tape

you struggled against your restraints, feeling the ropes tighten and dig into the flesh of your wrists

“shh little one, struggling with only make them tighter”

you froze

the disembodied voice deep and menacing

your ears pricked up at the sound

ringing as his words flooded your senses

feeling the bed dip with his weight

he was a large man, not in an weight kind of way from the glimpses you managed to catch of him back in the forest

he was built, stocky. a hulking mass of a man

his palm alone would wrap around the entirety of your face

your felt the a phantom of his fingertip graze utop your thigh

close to the axis of your hip, tracing small circles in the indent

your body shuddered at the foreign feeling, his fingertips cold to the touch

“easy, i’m not going to hurt you little one”

oddly, his voice was enough to soothe your worries, momentarily

it would be wholesome if not for the fact you were currently bound to a stranger’s bed

oh yeah and the fact that he abducted you!

your words muffled against the cotton of your panties

mind hazy still coming down from the ether

his large fingers traced over the mound of your cunt, smoothing down the skin

you’d never felt so sensitive in your life, your skin bursting with flames of arousal each time his fingers met your flesh

feeling them ghost over your clit

your body shuddered at the sensation

you could feel his weight shift in the bed as he leaned in to gain a closer view of your dripping cunt

he dipped two fingers inside, adoring the way you stretched around him

curling up into the warm crevices of your cunt

the wet sound making his cock swell with arousal

he continued the motion for a few moments, watching you squirm and try to pry yourself away from his fingers

your juices gathering against the skin as he buried himself in to the third knuckle

“so wet…” he mumbled gruffly, a low growl resonating at the end of his words

he pried his fingers out of you, admiring the way that they’d become so slick with your wetness

pearlescent droplets clinging you his fingertips

letting them drip onto his tongue, savouring it on his tastebuds like sweet nectar

he stopped for a moment, anticipating your reaction

your body trying desperately to not seem as aroused as you actually were

your thighs would have been clenched shut if it not for the ropes that held them open

your chest rising and falling with shaky breaths

nipples peaked and hardened still chilled from springtime air

you could feel him shuffling around the mattress again

this time the weight of him present between your thighs

the tickle of what you could assume was his breath brushed against your mound

his tongue licking soft, almost featherlight lines across your hip bones

“don’t be afraid…” he mumbled between the licking and sucking of your skin

“just wanna make you feel good, little one”

your breath hitched in your throat

tears stung your blinded eyes as you realisation that you had no way of escaping him set in

you wanted to scream, cry, shout the most vulgar expletives at him if i’m weren’t for your panties stuffed haphazardly behind the tape

his tongue barely grazed your clit, merely testing the waters before diving in

your body’s instant jolt in response proved just how overstimulated you were

despite the minimal contact

he did it again, this time more force behind his tongue

your body reacted the same way, although your legs did shudder with arousal this time round

he took no precautions the the third time

he dove in, lips wrapping around you clit in a primal fury

sucking hungrily at the sensitive pearl

lapping up whatever of your juices met his tongue

a choked moan ripped through your throat, you did not want to admit how pleasurable it felt

how his tongue made your thighs weak

and you mind faulter with thoughts of him absolutely ruining you

even more so than he was now buried between your thighs

you imagined how his cock would feel, how big it was

hiding from the size of his fingers and the way they were able to stretch you out

you had high hopes to say the least

he moaned into your warmth, offering subtle praise at your taste that did not go unnoticed

the sensation left a whirl of butterflies in your stomach

one that did you did not want to admit had a drastic effect on you

“you taste like heaven…so fucking sweet for me”

his voice held a deep gutteral passion to it

he was absolutely enamoured with you and your taste

your hips instinctively arched up to meet the movements of his tongue

feeling the appendage sink feeling into your warmth

“fuck yourself on my tongue little one, that’s it…good girl”

he was shocked at just how obedient you’d become after his command

the way your hips rolled and jolted against him was nothing short of mesmerising

feeling yourself clench around his tongue

you were slowly unravelling before him

juices dripping from your void in pulsed aftershocks of pleasure

leaving his beard damp with slickness

your stomach swirled with want…with need for more of him

he paused for a moment, sitting back to admire the slick-soaked bedsheets he’d purchased just for the occasion

the silk cool against your burning skin

an evident wet puddle between your thighs

still positioned between your legs, he propped himself up into his knees

the soft fumbling of him unting the ropes around you ankles pricked your ears

even more so did the thud of them as the hit the wooden floorboards below

his hands fell to your ankles, propping them up into his broad shoulders

his breath heaving in his chest, still regaining his composure after being buried tongue deep between your thighs

his fingers traced soft, delicate shapes into your calves

as if he was trying to deter the monster image you’d seen him portrayed as in favour of a more sensitive lover

his cock warm to the touch, swollen with need as it grazed against your clit

slapping the tip against your soaked folds a couple of time just for good measure

even then, you could judge just how big he was

“little one…” he cooed sweetly, noticing your choked sobs and whimpers

he entered you, a noticable squeal of pain left your lips due to the sheer force of his size stretching you out

your body thrashed violently, trying to break free from the ropes

“don’t fight it…it’ll feel better soon…i promise”

if you didn’t know any better, you’d sweat there was a shrewd of sympathy behind his words

that would be true if this man did not fucking stalk and kidnap you that is

he began to move, slowly at first but that didn’t deter the sheer force he provided

feeling your walls burn with the stretch around him

despite your walls lined with slickness

you still felt so tight

his thrusts became violent, unhinged. a desperate attempt to get himself off rather than ease you into pleasure

his cock buried to the hilt, size outlined in your abdomen rather starkly

he adored the way he would disappear and reappear in your skin

he pressed himself further into you

your legs pressed against your chest, feeling his cock sink deeper and seller into you

you let out a pleasured cry, giving in to the sensation despite not wanting to admit it to yourself

his cock had put you in a trance

one that you’d fully, physically embrace

despite your sight being absent

you still made an attempt to crane your head down to see the way his cock filled you

“you’re so eager to see my cock huh?” he remarked cockily his fingers hooking under the silky blindfold

the digits warm against your skin, instantly meeting into his touch

you nodded, far too eager for your current predicament

he preid the blindfold from you face, you blinked a few times

eyes still trying to adjust to the newfound light of the room

the drab grey concrete walls, iron bars lining the windows

a basement of somesorts?

the room bare besides the twin bed your were currently tied and being fucked into

you met his gaze, the warmth of his dark eyes gazing, surprisingly, lovingly into your soul

his features were beautifully rugged

his beard still slick with your sweetness

his hulking figure littered with intricate tattoos

the artistry contrasted with your skin so eligantly

you could not feel oddly safe buried beneath him

you peered down breaking his gaze momentarily to gaze down at his cock

eyes widening at the sheer size of it

probably about seven and a half or eight inches if not bigger

his was thick, that’s was evident by the way he stretched you out and was probably the only place on his body that wasn’t christened with ink

not that you had a long enough opportunity to fully observe him

for he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze once more

“eyes on me, little one”

the nickname made your stomach flutter even more so now that you saw his face

“you want me to fill you up?” he cocked his head slightly

you nodded eagerly, a soft smile crossed his lips

“good because i was gonna do that anyway”

he pressed himself against you, his body almost crushing yours

your knees firmly pressed against your chest, his cock disappearing deep into your cunt

“fuck…” he grunted, forehead pressed against yours

“you’re so fucking beautiful, little one. such a good girl, taking my cock so well”

you muffled a thank you in response

feeling his cock twitch inside you

your cunt quivering around his size

drawing out his orgasm little by little

hot tears pricked your eyes, his thrusts became lazy and sloppy

yet still holding that roughness that you’d come to adore

his cock driving into your cervix

he gave a final thrust, his cum filling your womb

so warm and wet as you gushed around him

your body shuddered with delight, back arching with pleasure

he still kept himself buried is side you

offering small thrusts to send you over the edge

his cock throbbed inside you

cum seeping from your void as he slowly pulled out of you

his seed dripping onto the bedsheets

your cunt aching from the pleasure

“little one…you’re never leaving me”

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Summer 2024 to-do list:

Take off window things around the stalls

Get roof across barn walk way

Build chicken tractor #1

Rework chicken run roof to accommodate for snow load

Make or buy new drag harrow

Possibly build second garden bed (tbd)

Change lawnmower oil--replace blades, belt, and spindles

Solidify plans for future animals

Mulch around garden and coop

Mulch forest pathways?

Mulch apple trees

Harvest and cure garlic

Get and plant flower bulbs after garlic

Move fire pit to sitting area by paddock

Tarp deck area

New tarp for chicken shade

Replace clothes line posts

Clean up birdhouse gourds

Put in coop fan

Get dumpster

Finish the damn stairs

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Gautier reuses trees blackened by summer fires

The Vendée-based furniture manufacturer Gautier buys back the burnt trees that it incorporates into its wooden panels at the same price. This is one of the components of Gautier's very technical CSR plan, which also aims to use recycled wood, vegetable glues and a reduction in packaging.

The pines damaged by the summer fires, in Landiras, in the Gironde department close to Bordeaux, or in Beaugé, in the Maine-et-Loire department, are not lost for everyone. Gautier, a furniture manufacturer in the Vendée department[1], decided to integrate them into the manufacture of its panels. "If the bark is burnt, the heart of the logs is still green," explains David Soulard, general manager of the company, that buys the trunks at the same price as its usual wood. "It's also a way to support the wood industry," he says. “And after a fire, the sooner the charred trees are felled, the sooner the forest will grow back. »

Gautier[2] has a debarking drum on its Chantonnay[3] site to remove the blackened part, that can be used as biomass or mulch. "If the heart of the burnt trunk has kept its properties, it must be used more quickly because it does not remain," explains Pierre Grolleau, head of panel activity at Gautier.

Towards 100% recycled

This reuse of burnt wood is part of a broader CSR plan[4] with a high technical content. First and foremost, Gautier wants to go from 50% to 100% recycled wood over the next five years. The company, that works with a network of partners for the collection and sorting of old furniture, has invested 6 million euros in a purification tower that uses filtration, eddy currents and float/sink separation techniques, wind tunnel…

The manufacturer has also set itself the objective of replacing, within the next four years, the glue on the panels with a vegetable glue, without compromising on its 10-year guarantee. "Today, Gautier uses a sticky mixture with a low level of formaldehyde[5]", explains David Soulard, specifying that this effort is not so much linked to the harmlessness of the product as to the carbon footprint. Out of 80,000 tons of C02, the glue accounts for 20,000, this material being produced by cracking the gas.

The company is also working on reducing the weight of packaging and the use of hydrocarbon-based raw materials. It invested 600,000 euros in 2021 in a machine capable of scanning products, "in order to cut and fold the right amount of cardboard needed for packaging". The manufacturer intends to replace the plastic and polystyrene[6] “as soon as possible”. His other major project is the establishment of “lifetime repairability” for his furniture, even the oldest.

Source

Emmanuel Guimard, Gautier réemploie les arbres noircis par les incendies estivaux, in : Les Echos, 12-12-2022, https://www.lesechos.fr/pme-regions/innovateurs/gautier-reemploie-les-arbres-noircis-par-les-incendies-estivaux-1888184

[1] Vendée is a department in the Pays de la Loire region in western France, on the Atlantic coast. In 2019, it had a population of 685,442. Its prefecture is La Roche-sur-Yon.

[2] Gautier is a furniture manufacturer created in 1960 based in Chantonnay in western France. It has a turnover of 120 million euros in 2021 and a workforce: 750 people. https://www.gautier-furniture.com/en_GB/

[3] Chantonnay is a commune in the Vendée department in the Pays de la Loire region in western France.

[4] Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) refers to how companies integrate social, environmental and economic aspects into their values, culture, decisions, strategy and business operations. The importance of CSR for companies is increasing.

[5] Formaldehyde (systematic name methanal) is a naturally occurring organic compound with the formula CH2O and structure H−CHO. The pure compound is a pungent, colourless gas that polymerises spontaneously into paraformaldehyde, hence it is stored as an aqueous solution (formalin), which is also used to store animal specimens. It is the simplest of the aldehydes (R−CHO). The common name of this substance comes from its similarity and relation to formic acid. Formaldehyde is an important precursor to many other materials and chemical compounds.

[6] Polystyrene (PS) is a synthetic polymer made from monomers of the aromatic hydrocarbon styrene. Polystyrene can be solid or foamed. General-purpose polystyrene is clear, hard, and brittle. It is an inexpensive resin per unit weight. It is a poor barrier to oxygen and water vapour and has a relatively low melting point. Polystyrene is one of the most widely used plastics, the scale of its production being several million tonnes per year. Polystyrene can be naturally transparent, but can be coloured with colorants. Uses include protective packaging (such as packing peanuts and in the jewel cases used for storage of optical discs such as CDs and occasionally DVDs), containers, lids, bottles, trays, tumblers, disposable cutlery, in the making of models, and as an alternative material for phonograph records.

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Mister 1000% ROI

Bruce M Firestone, PhD, and Andrew L Firestone, BA (Econ)

Any time someone offers you investments with returns of 1000% per year, you are right to be skeptical, but this is what Australian economist “Mr 1000%” Andrew Firestone has been working on for a number of years now. He reckons he will be able to present how households can add an equivalent of $60,000 to $70,000 AUD to their annual income with some fairly simple approaches he has studied and researched. These are activities with a very high return on their labor, capital, time and sweat equity inputs. I told him about the tiny house movement philosophy of “less house, more life” and he loved that idea, his tag line is “Better Income – Better Life,” a similar pattern.

But wait, it gets better. Like veg-o-matic, K-tel direct-marketing TV pitchmen of the 1960s whose mantra was, “It slices! It dices!” you pay no income tax on these earnings.

The Veg-o-matic

Huh? How is that even possible?

First, let’s work through the 1000% ROI number then deal with personal tax issues.

Full of Beans Case Study

Some years ago, Andrew purchased a pack of bean seeds for $3.50 that produced 250 grams per week of the sweetest freshest beans you can find anywhere; this went on for nine months in Canberra where he lives with his family[2]. The Canberra area has a relatively dry climate with warm to hot summers and cool winters. Elevation about sea-level is around 580-meters (1,900-feet) and you can see snow in the foothills around the capital city of Australia from time-to-time.

To keep them producing, Andrew staggers his planting. He then harvested seeds from his best producers to use for the next year (this will become important later).

Over the year, his bean yield was around 9 kilograms (nearly 20-pounds), which (as of 2021) retailed at $3.90 per kg in-store or $35.10 for his 9 kg. Now estimating his ROI is simple arithmetic—

ROI = ($35.10 - $3.50)/$3.50 = 903%

So, not quite a 1000% return, but getting close with two other key factors still to consider. It might be useful to note that a quick online search of bean prices today (circa 2024) shows much higher prices per kg for beans, ie, $11[3]! Now that’s inflation for you… And don’t forget—since Andrew’s bean seeds are now free, his ROI is currently infinite.

“But whoa, hold your horses[4],” you say. The above calculation doesn’t factor in the cost of Andrew’s labor, right?

Marble Bust of Homer

That’s true. It doesn’t. But it also doesn’t yet take into account taxes. For Andrew, the labor cost to add would be the income he could otherwise earn. But he is on a fixed salary and picking up a part-time job would be impractical. So, the real alternative is Andrew sitting in front of his TV for nine months instead of experiencing shinrin-yoku (the Japanese term for forest bathing), one could argue that his cost of labor is zero or even negative since gardening can be a positive health event, providing both exercise and mental well-being. Plus, how much work is involved? Very, very little, he informs us.

Practising forest bathing in Japan[6]

When he lived with his family in a small townhome, he was able to sneak his seeds into a tiny and neglected patch out front and just put the water to them; he used a bunch of weeds he removed from the scrubby yard as mulch. In the photos below you will also see a mandarin seedling he put in as well.

Andrew’s sneaky, puncy townhouse microgarden: YUMMY

What about income tax?

Well, the beauty of self-production is you don't pay any. If Andrew could have worked extra hours to buy his beans, he would have to pay income tax on that income before he was allowed to go ahead and spend it. There are a couple of ways to think about tax. Firstly, if he was to go out and earn the extra, he'd lose close to half of that marginal income to taxation, so the beans would really have cost at retail (back in 2021) about $70 in after-tax income[7]. Or if he was just using his regular work income, he would lose on average 25% of that so his beans would have really cost $46.80.

He tells me, he sees this pattern over and over again with home-based production. There are some less good returns, growing watermelons or pumpkins, for instance, but many traditional pastimes such as gardening, sewing, home preserving, brewing, etc will likely hit the 1000% mark.

In fact, Andrew calculates, a household could make the equivalent of $60,000 to $70,000 worth of taxable income (but, in fact, not subject to tax) at home per year doing these sorts of tasks!                  

Gender roles

As far back as the early 1980s, researchers noted that, “Women do two-thirds of the world's working hours but receive only one tenth of the income and own one hundredth of the property[8].”  But this need no longer be the case—traditional crafts are being rediscovered and families are making many of them “team sports.” Things on the following list are now being done by all—

home cooking/baking,

child minding,

dressmaking,

tailoring,

networking/sourcing/bartering[9],

yogurt making,

woodworking[10]/furniture production,

cakemaking,

candle making,

gardening (aka backyard homesteading),

cheese making,

beer brewing,

raising backyard chickens and/or ducks,

planting and harvesting fruit trees,

knitting,

load shifting—adding solar panels with battery storage[11],

clotheslines,

paying off your mortgage as quickly as possible[12],

hunting large game with old trucks in national parks (maybe 😊)

beautifying property with large shrubs/trees/creating a food forest[13]

retrofitting roof insulation where standards are poor[14]

Vertical urban farms

Andrew is also skeptical about the economics of vertical farming (as well as the lack of nutrition in they produce). And he is not alone[15].

He writes—

At the very least, vertical farming has to be direct to consumer but having the word “selling” in there is going to make it tough—all the regulatory issues, packaging, and taxes and other charges will likely kill them. They would have to be like strawberry farms back in the day: Give customers a basket and let them pick their own; the operator just weighs it at the register. But I can't see how that very, very, very expensive capital could ever pay for itself and the maintenance costs on those systems will be extreme. You have mineral rich water flowing through small pipes and pumps; it’ll be a clogging nightmare. You will have major condensation issues and molds will grow plus all sorts of ventilation problems. These can't be magically solved. They’ll need expensive energy and capital systems to deal with it. And in terms of this being “green,” not at all! These systems use steel and glass, and they are hugely energy intensive to make and run. There is no way to make that energy back over their economic lifetime. This is just some feel-good greenwashing.

By the way, you can make super cheap dome greenhouses using plastic sheeting and poly pipes that would have much less environmental impact. But places like Canada and the US Midwest aren’t ever going have economic, full-on heated greenhouses. If they go the cheap poly dome route and get more out of their shoulder seasons (that is, forgetting about December to February periods), they have a shot to make local produce work (better). Residents should simply put a bunch of raised garden beds with domes in their existing backyards over a weekend for something like $100 bucks.

Beautiful Legs Case Study

Andrew went hunting for a nice dining room table—one with actual real wood. Retail prices for this sort of thing were around $2,400 AUD at the time with a manufacturer’s rebate (coupon) available of $300[16] so a net effective price of $2,100. Thinking of proving his point once more about 1000% ROI being widely available but little known, he purchased 2 pairs of steel table legs for $85 and scrounged around for some old wooden planks, which he paid $105 for and set about doing some home woodworking himself. Again, his ROI is simple arithmetic—

pair of steel legs                              $85.00

solid wood planks                           $105.00

total cost          (home-based)        $190.00

retail price                                        $2,100.00

margin                                                $1,910.00

ROI                                                       1005%

E&OE

This did take him a while to complete so you might want to factor that in, but frankly, when returns are likely measured in triple digits or quadruple ones, you can stop measuring.

Bruce M Firestone, bruce@brucemfirestone.com Andrew L Firestone, a.l.firestone@gmail.com

COPYRIGHT, BRUCE M FIRESTONE, OTTAWA CANADA AND ANDREW L FIRESTONE, CANBERRA AUSTRALIA 2024.

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[1] Image source, BitBytes - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=93170611.

[2] In a cold northern shelf city like Canada’s Capital City (Ottawa), you would probably get six months and then only if you start your seedlings inside.

[3] For example, check out the price of Miss Melons fresh beans here, https://www.missmelons.com.au/products/beans.

[4] By the way, it was Homer not an American cowboy who first used this expression, Hold your horses—it was in book 23 of the Iliad.

[5] Image source, Originally from en.wikipedia; description page is/was here. Original uploader was JW1805 at en.wikipedia, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2171360.

[6] Image source, Teamsamuraispain - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43516357.

[7] Bear in mind you don't compare your homegrown product against the cheapest produce available, but rather the freshest and best versions. When looking for crops to grow, probably best to focus on high nutrient and relatively high-cost foods.

[8] Said then President of the Canadian International Development Agency (Marcel Masse) in 1982, https://www.upi.com/Archives/1982/07/06/Women-do-two-thirds-of-the-worlds-working-hours-but/9167394776000/.

[9] Historically, women were (are) balancing out equity across communities and sharing useful information more widely.           For example, a homemaker learns that a neighbor needs to clean out their stables. Next, the homemaker’s life partner helps muck out the stables and, in return, they receive a free load of manure for their backyard homestead garden. This networking/socializing is crucial in a tax-free, bartering-based, local economy...

[10] Think woodworking is one of humanity’s older art forms and that traditional skillsets have been (mostly) developed in the time period covered by recorded history (around 10,000 years)? Not so. Read this article about a recent archaeological discovery in Zambia of a log platform or shelter constructed 476,000 years ago by stone-age people. Some type of hominid accomplished this feat including notching the logs to make a better fit/stronger structure, https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-66846772. The BBC article is based on a paper published in the Nature journal, Evidence for the earliest structural use of wood at least 476,000 years ago, https://www.nature.com/articles/s41586-023-06557-9.

[11] Unfortunately, according to a CSIRO study, solar hot water does not produce the desired ROI.

[12] Apparently, paying off your car loan early is not important, probably because cars are, for the most part, a depreciating asset.

[13] Tree planting improves property values by about 6%, provides shade, cooling, and wind protection, as well as fresh air. Combining that with a food forest increases ROI further…

[14] Returns of about 40% for your roof, 20% for walls and 5% for floors.

[15] For example, refer to: Vertical Farming Has Found Its Fatal Flaw, https://www.wired.co.uk/article/vertical-farms-energy-crisis.

[16] Car/boat/RV (caravan)/truck manufacturers have been using this “charade” for a long time. Here’s how it works—their distributors/dealers/shops sell Jane and John a car/boat/RV/caravan/truck/piece of furniture/whatever for $5,000. There is also a separate coupon which promises them a 15% manufacturer’s rebate (ie, $750) later on… Now, Jane and John aren’t rich dudes, so they finance (say) 100% of their purchase with some kind of a buy-now-pay-later lender. The lender sees they paid $5,000 so they lend John and Jane $5,000. But the manufacturer subsequently snail mails a check/cheque to John and Jane or otherwise reimburses them for their coupon in the amount of $750. Presto magic, John and Jane have their new car/boat/RV/caravan/truck/piece of furniture/whatever plus they also have $750 in cash now. What’s interesting about this is that the $750 cash back is not considered income in the hands of John and Jane, so they don’t have to pay any personal income tax on it. For the manufacturer, it’s an allowable expense (reduction in their income) so it too lowers their overall tax burden. Of course, John and Jane are now on the hook for repayment of $5,000 plus interest. But most people, especially young people and entrepreneurs of any age, have very high personal future discount rates so cash-in-hand might look good compared with a future payment plan of some sort.

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I Have Nothing to Say About Death of a Salesman

Death of a Salesman is a play, set in America, about America. Death of a Salesman is a play about a lot of things. I could write about those lots of things, but that's been done already. Whole forests have been mulched in service of cataloguing every mote of truth within Death of a Salesman, truths you understand even if you've never seen it. I have nothing to add. I have nothing to say about Death of a Salesman.

Death of a Salesman is old, but it used to be new. A play premiered one evening in 1949. People came into a theater to see a new thing and came out having seen Death of a Salesman. Critics, having seen a new play, reviewed this new play. Most of them liked it. Most gave it and Arthur Miller glowing reviews. How does one "review" Death of a Salesman? John Gassner thought it was killer. Bert Cardullo thinks it's mid. I have nothing to say about Death of a Salesman.

Death of a Salesman is a big target, like all works of sufficient notoriety. (Here include some negative reviews and opinions). But for all this tilting, there are no giants. There aren't even windmills. Arthur Miller is dead. We buy our bread at the store. Death of a Salesman exists beyond any one of us, and no critique will be sufficiently brutal to alter it. Death of a Salesman is immortal. Death of a Salesman is safe. Death of a Salesman does not hit back. Death of a Salesman neither has nor needs defenders. I have nothing to say about Death of a Salesman.

Death of a Salesman is not the greatest play ever written. It's not perfect. Do I lay claim to a piece of something by loving it? If it's good, am I good for loving? If it's bad, am I better for knowing so? I've never heard anyone say "Catcher in the Rye" is their favorite book. I'm told that loving "Catcher in the Rye" is a giant red flag. I've never heard anyone identify with Holden Caulfield. A lot of people... despise him. I have nothing to say about Death of a Salesman.

Death of a Salesman was written in a time and in a place. That time and that place are gone. Death of a Salesman is not. The language of the time and place that was of Death of a Salesman sounds a lot like the language of our time and place that is also of death of a salesman but it will not be "of" forever. Works continue whose of-ness are times and places far more alien than that of Willy Loman to us and they can with great pains be made interrogable but only just. Shakespeare is boring. Why do they talk like that? I have nothing to say about death of a salesman.

Death of a Salesman no longer exists. It can be contained in a room for a moment, but only just, and its hazy mass slipping away all the while. Death of a Salesman is not a play. Much like the great myriad whatevers before it it has become... truth. Upon seeing it for the first time, the men in the audience of Death of a Salesman became inconsolable, stricken lockjaw-like with sobbing fits that defied all medical intervention. Upon seeing death of a salesman for the first time, this did not happen. This is not factual. But it is true. I have nothing to say about Death of a Salesman

[willoftrees]

i mentioned finally being able to get some rest but i forgot we have another showing today at 2 which means we gotta make sure the house is tip top for these hoity toity fuckers

god i can't wait to get out of here

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reminder for those of you who are new or haven't been following my lil life updates-

my husband and i live in a house with 4 other ppl, 1 of which owns the house, none of which help with the cleaning or upkeep. the owner is also friends with my husband and has become dependent on us doing prettymuch everything (he is functioning and capable, but also so alcoholic that he is... incapable.), and to pay my husband and i back for everything we have done and been doing, he is going to have my husband sign to own half of the property we move to as a result of this current house's sale.

my husband and i have had plans for a long time to build a homestead and food forest- a home base to come back to from our default nomadic lifestyle and to have food secutiry.

in order for our future to be secured and to even really begin, we need this house to sell.

but also this house is in a rich neighborhood and this house was built in the 50s so it's one of the oldest, needs some repairs, and doesn't look as fancy as the other houses. one of the rich people who came to our house for a showing, put in their comments that our yard was a "mess".

our yard back yard is mostly grass, we have some large empty and weed overgrown pots, and the perimeter along the fence is being retaken by the lawn and natural plants from the area, as it used to just be a perimeter of mulch and nothing else growing.

we intended to live here longer and do more food growing projects in the yard but happen to be moving so we had landscapers come and clean it all up at least once. it was a month or so AFTER the landscapers came, that one of these rich snobs said our yard was a mess.

what fucking mess? you gotta mean that it doesn't look picture-rich-person-perfect or some shit because i don't fucking know what the hell else they could mean. there is no trash. no dogshit. all the yard stuff is put away. there's no clutter. what the fuck did they mean?!

was it the chicken run? were you icked out by seeing these little poor people chickens with their little poor people tryna-feed-themselves-without-having-to-buy-everything lifestyle? if that's the case then they are just fucking stupid and i hate rich people. -_-

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3 Tips for Buying a Forestry Mulcher Attachment

There’s no getting around the physical aspect of being a modern forester. From keeping watch on your overall forest health to engaging in forestry clear-cutting, you’ve got a lot going on here. However, modern forestry is aided by modern machinery and tools. One of these is the forestry mulcher attachment. Want a mulching attachment that seamlessly works with your existing forestry…

[strawberryybird]

leonie and byleth being utterly stupid siblings together. i crave. 

leonie asked if she could come with when jeralt and the rest of the motely mercenary crew were packing up to leave. jeralt tries to deflect to ‘ask your parents, kid’ because as much as he’s trying to be a good father for his weird little kid, he’s also an abrasive mercenary. i love him for this. 

leonie comes back like ‘they said they don’t care’ and a massive little kid smile plastered on her face with a backpack will of clothes. upon meeting leonie’s parents who truly seem indifferent to their kid’s running off into the night with a band of mercenaries, Jeralt decides that if this kid wants to leave, it may as well be with him and byleth.

jeralt gets 10 miles from the village and realises he’s abducted a kid and feels righteous about it, and sits on his camp cot with his head in his hands for a solid hour that night, the soft mockery of Sitri ringing in his skull. the next day he overcooks the eggs and fails to make the portions equal. the kids don’t care. 

having Leonie around means another mouth to feed and Jeralt thanks every watching god she’s the least picky eater in Fodlan. Byleth tries a banana under their sister’s encouragement. they hate it, and leonie eats the rest. byleth gives her the smallest little smile. 

Byleth wiggled away from roughshod haircuts with as much enthusiasm as Leonie wiggled her way into them. Leonie learnt how to plait Byleth’s hair to match their dad’s, and Byleth spent a whole week mussing up Leonie’s hair whenever they passed each other by. 

For found family siblings, they both were pretty independent kids. Jeralt had the impression they passed each other by like ships in the night, going about their individual days to recount the tales at tea time. He was right.

Leonie and Byleth didn’t really click until they hit double digit ages and realised the other one was as sentient and a force for chaos as they were. It started out with a few kiddie-sarcastic comments at tea one night and within 24 hours they’d made a drawbridge for fish in the river. Jeralt watched in an abject shock as Byleth caught a fish with their bare hands, brought it back behind the dam, and Leonie lowered the little twig gate to let it swim past. 

That night, Jeralt put his head in his hands and tried to remember what Sitri’s laugh sounded like. 

They learned how to fight together. Jeralt was wary about letting them practice together in case they became too reliant on it, but Leonie picked up archery and lances to chip from a longer range, and Byleth stuck to swords and an axe they swore up and down they paid money for, which Jeralt will doubt until the end of his days. They complimented each other, and they absolutely became too reliant on having the other at their back, but Jeralt stopped caring and simply taught them how to kick people in the groin as an effective last strategy. 

Leonie and Byleth doing increasingly stupid shit together now that they know how to use weapons. One day Leonie tries hanging upside down from a tree and shooting the apple she didn’t eat for breakfast and byleth just pulls up a chair and watches, offering their very dry commentary. 

Jeralt walks by after an hour, adjusts Leonie’s grip, and leaves. If they’re going to do stupid shit, they may as well do it effectively. 

Jeralt asks Sitri for parenting advice all throughout their teenage years, and each time he can picture her a little less.

Jeralt doesn’t age; he hasn’t done since he made that stupid fucking oath of fealty that bound him to Garreg Mach. He spends his little bit of vanity in the mirror each week looking for grey hair, and burning the breakfast when he can’t find one. Sitri, though, he wanted to see grow old, to see the crows feet etch themselves around her eyes, and her face learn how to crease in frowns and laughter, to see evidence of their life lived together. He knows now it would never have happened that way.

Sometimes he dreams of sending Byleth and Leonie off to the Officer’s Academy, dressed in that smart black and gold uniform - Byleth in those stupid baggy trousers, Leonie already customising her blazer - and waving them off from the doorway of their overgrown little cottage, Sitri tucked into his side and brandishing her tear-soaked hankie. He wakes up in the mulch of the forest floor, Leonie sparking a fire and Byleth already poking at the porridge for breakfast, and thinks about what he does have instead.

Leonie is loud where Byleth is silent, and Byleth is considered where Leonie is headstrong, and they both have to darn up the holes in their socks and eat their parsnips.

Byleth spends most of their late teens dragging Leonie out of bartering turned argument, and Leonie repays this by dragging Byleth into having opinions. Byleth doesn’t like bananas, or white chocolate, but prefers trout to tinned sardines. 

Jeralt buys bananas for breakfast all week, and smiles when Byleth narrows their eyes, because they know. Leonie laughs into her porridge. 

They run into three kid politicians outside of Remire village one evening, and Jeralt finds himself roped into returning to the hallowed halls he’s spent 20 years running from. But Leonie is discussing archery stunts with the boy in gold, and Byleth is talking about brewing tea leaves with the girl in red, and he thinks maybe this could be good for them both, to have more than each other around. Maybe this is the twist of the knife they all needed, to grow a little more.

“I know who you are.” Rhea says to his kid, to his dead wife’s kid, stained light flowing in from the window behind them all. “But who’s this?” and she turns to his daughter.

“Leonie Eisner.” She says, completely ignorant of the axe she’s sticking into the conversation. “Can’t say it’s a pleasure, as I don’t know who you are either.”

Rhea gives his kid a teaching position and lets Leonie join one of the other classes and Jeralt gets drafted back into the knights of seiros he’d spent 20 years running from. But Byleth and Leonie wake him up at the asscrack of dawn to show him the fishing lake and the greenhouse, and he thinks to himself as he watches his kids pull trout after trout out the lake that at least they’re all here together.

[rjalker]

Here's the Redbubble store for the Windsor Forest area community garden in Savannah, GA! All proceeds go towards buying supplies for the garden which we desperately need, like mulch, soil, plant pots, more raised beds, and any plants we don't have seeds for yet!

One of the rules for the lot is that we can't put any plants directly into the ground, so potting soil for containers and raised beds is one of the things we need the most!

It's located at 12340 Deerfield Road, Savannah GA, if you want to check it out or just look it up on google maps!

If you've got leaves you're raking up, you can also drop off the bags at the garden, we'll be happy to use them for mulch or compost! Any kinds of leaves work, including oak and magnolia! Woodchips are also in short supply!

You can also check out the Facebook group, "NFN Community Garden"!

[violetsandshrikes]

Avon-Ōtākaro Forest Park developed to conceptualise, promote and actively encourage the development of an indigenous forest and wetland park in land cleared of residential housing after the Canterbury Earthquakes in New Zealand. This land is still frequently referred to as the Red Zone or more accurately as the Ōtākaro Avon River Corridor.

They are dependent entirely on donations or grants to buy plants, mulch, tools, plant guards and weed mats!!

They’re currently at $380 out of $5550 as of the 22nd of November 2020!

[b-dunn-design]

This chipper is the next step in self sufficient gardening. I'm making my own mulch from pruned branches and clippings. The chipper is not as noisy as I feared, the gas consumption is about equal to going to the dump for disposing of pruning waste and to Home Depot to buy mulch, and I get clean mulch with no weed seeds. The output is lightweight and it is a light color so I'll see how it ages. I don't love the light color in the bare garden but in summer I may not notice. I've done research on the efficacy of wood chips vs prepared mulch. Woodchips draw more nitrogen than traditional mulch so they are best used on established plants. Seeds require nitrogen so starting seeds is not ideal in woodchips but weed seeds will be discouraged. I'm hoping this all pays off - it will take 2 years to equal the chipper cost since I won't buy mulch for a while. Forester hardhat in use w ear protection and face protection.

[possums-against-cops]

reminder as gift-giving holidays approach!

please be mindful of what you are using to package gifts with! most glossy, smooth-feeling wrapping papers are not recyclable and count as contamination if they do end up in your paper recycling. additionally, plasticky ribbons or bows aren’t recyclable either. however, there are plenty of festive alternatives to choose from!

for a simple look, wrap a gift in brown parcel paper and twine! it folds neatly like wrapping paper and can be bought in bulk! even better, the USPS sells it so you can buy from them and support the postal service!

choosing paper or linen bags is a reliable alternative if you’ve got abnormally shaped gifts. they can still be stuffed with tissue paper, too, as long as it isn’t glossy.

as always, newspaper is easy to find and there’s always plenty of it in big sheets.

for little bits of decoration, pass up satin ribbon, because it’s usually got polyester or some other kind of plastic in it. try out origami to attach to the top of a box or front side of a bag, or draw things right on the package yourself!

Instead of using stickers or tape to close a holiday card, use a wax seal! they look dope as hell and all you need is wax and a stamp! stamps are super fun and customizable, and tons of independent businesses sell em (check out etsy!)

craft stores almost always sell cool paper that is still recyclable, but has plenty of colors or patterns to choose from

also: if you’re the type to buy a tree to decorate, worry not! just about all of them come from designated farms and don’t harm proper forest ecosystems. they soak up about 1 ton of carbon dioxide from the air each in their lifetimes, so they do plenty of good while they’re around. to my knowledge, lots of places recycle trees left on the curb and turn them into mulch. some coastal areas even use them on beaches with frequent hurricanes to keep sand from eroding away!

as always, don’t stress too hard. holidays are a tough time for plenty of folks, so try not to bother yourself too much over eco-friendly stuff. as long as you do anything to help keep unrecyclable things out of recycling bins, you’re doing the right thing! :)