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Revised expectationsSabbath eve. July 3, 2009 I’ve had several topics in mind—even went so far as to jot down a line or two in my notebook. Had I written this ahead of time it would have been about something else, but now I sit down with an open mind; another Sabbath eve approaches, and none of the shit I wanted to say seems to matter. The heat was once again rough this week—the weatherman's numbers were slightly lower, but I can attest to what it felt like out in the sun—goddamned hot. Apparently so hot that a couple of elderly women in San Antonio died from heat stroke. My chickens and dogs, neither of which can sweat, hide in the shade and pant. A few hens succumbed, even so. I met a fellow poster today, Old river rat, his handle. We picked tomatoes from the remnants of my garden in Seguin. The sun was hot. I don’t give a shit if you’re raised in a turban and the sands of Saudi Arabia, standing in the direct sun of that garden was hot. I got a call while we worked. Daniel Pace is buying movie rights to Contrabando. He says he will make a pilot based on the first chapter or two of the book, then perhaps create further episodes if that works out. It does seem like a more suitable format for such a dense body of work. The guy is Argentinean. Somehow that also seems appropriate. My hands spent the week tearing down and moving greenhouses I bought from a nearby cactus nursery. The owner died a few years back; his wife has watched what once was a multimillion dollar per year business employing upwards of 80 people turn to shit. I feel like a hyena feasting on the carcass of someone else’s work. I tried to convince my dad to buy the entire place, but it doesn’t look like that’ll happen. Too much distance between what my father thinks is a viable number in today’s economy and the expectations she would have from its considerably higher recent value. Buying expensive ornamental cacti is not exactly a crucial expenditure in today's climate. I can’t help but compare that cactus farm to our country. The damage being done to her farm and to our country ensures that we will not be able to rebuild what once was. I’m buying houses that cost her husband $10,500 for $1,000; removal of the houses creates awful eyesores and further degrades the value and potential productivity of her land. It’s sad to watch, but: I can’t afford to pay $10,500 for a greenhouse and then grow food crops in it. I might be able to make the equation work at the salvage value. Economic breakdowns destroy existing entities on one hand; our continued needs for survival will create new opportunities on the other. Like the owner of that farm, we as a nation live in a time when we will be required to revise expectations and adapt or slowly and surely perish trying to keep an unsustainable system alive. Right now, both Democrats and Republicans and the best and brightest economists from both camps are trying to keep the unsustainable alive. The hyenas wait. Don July 3, 2009 - 8:12pm
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