Approximately 3 PM (15:00), local, that is Central Standard, time the same zone as Dallas, Chicago and Winnipeg.
This is when I should have my crap as together as it’s going to get and depart for my multi-state vacation. I am making this general statement and hope to connect more personally in the near future.
Destination 1, Jacksonville FL, Sunday 10.
Since it is unknown how long I will be in Florida and what I shall get up to while there I cannot provide more concrete dates for subsequent destinations.
Ocala FL, unknown overnight in NC or GA, Somerset KY (pending) and I aspire to be in Louisville and reasonably refreshed by Sunday 17. I am posting this so that in the unlikely event anyone wants to see, interact or cope with me during this time arrangements shall be made.
I will depart Louisville on Thursday 24, if not before, in any event. I must return to Texas and acclimate anew to my moorings.
This needs to be cleared with family and friends, but the dates away from work are firm.
To my followers and friends, virtual, intimate and otherwise:
I am providing a statement regard my intentions over the next few years. This is important to me and is not something I intend to explain repeatedly. Especially considering there isn’t much to tell at present, so much is in the air.
Those of you who have read more carefully then I intended are almost certainly aware that I’ve been miserable living in the Austin Texas region for about 10 years. The fundamental plan is to leave Austin and to make something of a life for myself elsewhere.
The major complicating factor is that the only thing anyone has consistently paid me to do over the last 30 years is a business which quickly becoming obsolete. Due to the quality of medical care available, wholly differentiated from medical insurance, my health is deteriorating quickly and I must prepare to be retired whether I like it or not, and on Social Security for which I will be eligible in a mere 15 years. If my heart, the metaphorical one, holds out.
I may or may not have access to a still largely mysterious piece of property in eastern Kentucky under which I may build or perhaps move a home. In this event I would resettle there and attempt to take several months or perhaps even a year away from most human activity. To be honest it would not be that different from my experience of life today, only much further from the Interstate and with fewer people for me to get in the way.
Other options include property outside my native Commonwealth, perhaps buying a run-down house in a certain manically gentrifying neighborhood back home, or doing the thing I was apparently born and raised to do. The true objective is to procure property outright and build or have something of an especially modest habitable structure upon it. If I do this with caution, I may have a couple of years, if you will forgive this coining of a phrase, to Walden. This must be done at a literal financial cost which many would say is implausible, but I know differently. I am simply willing to be more remote than most people.
This strategy has evolved from a mere fantasy, to something I chat about in the abstract to something I must pursue all in about three years. Please understand this is my alternative to suicide. I can be brash as I have no more to lose except my own heart.
For those of you keeping score I will miss the extraordinary convenience stores of Texas and I will miss H-E-B. There is nothing else which survives of any particular interest to me, save a few precious hardy souls. I will miss my present workplace, perhaps the only shop of its kind left where people care about the product and one another. This old-fashioned attitude will be adjusted in time.
To the extent I have deadlines I wish to be fully situated in the new thing by June 2018. This is the month which includes my 50th birthday. If anyone has excellent tips on very low price, high volume wireless internet I would be pleased to entertain your offer. I am entertaining options along these lines. I shall be dependant upon the expertise of several of you as I have been all of these years.
Stan W. Baker,
Much like the Information Revolution and “cyberspace” thirty years ago, we are on the cusp of a revolution in personal transportation, and in all likelihood a dramatic altering of the way we move other stuff around that isn’t people. Our present paradigm of personal transportation dates from the 1930s, and has been refined to become utterly dominated by the private automobile. It’s due. Many ideas purporting some future vision of personal transportation reject the construct of private automobiles like a petulant child. Not just this is merely reactionary and may be safely ignored.
What transportation will look like in 30 years is as unpredictable now as the smartphone, and its implications (selfies, Grindr, overseas-direct shopping) were in 1985. The following are the bulletin-board systems, DR-DOS, Compuserve, ARAPANET and so forth that lead to how we get outside our heads today. The elements are
- non-petroleum-fueled drivetrains,
- the 20% to perfect we have achieved, mostly in the last 10 years, regarding autonomous vehicles,
- car-sharing services especially as an alternative to daily or hourly rental,
- the liberation of the livery trade (Uber, etc.)
- the decentralization of some kinds of shopping (anything that need not be refrigerated, other hard goods and soft lines)
- the concentration of other kinds of shopping (narrowly focused, well stocked superstores, the idea the grocery stores are five times as large and 20% as common as they were 30 years ago), including the adoption of groceries by general merchandise retailers and the adoption of general merchandise by grocery stores.
- the people who essentially sit in a cubicle not needing to travel to a specific location to do so,
- the abundance of information and entertainment in the home or on your phone, and
- about five thousand other things I can’t imagine, several of which no one has yet imagined.
Someone, somewhere will work out how to do Webvan, Amazon Prime Direct or similar profitably. This person is more clever than I am. No one will make it work anytime soon; please stop claiming Webvan 2.0 is the future being handed to us. Whatever these elements are at least one or two or hundreds of them are not in place. When I hear about Amazon Prime Direct deliveries by drone, I know I am listening to someone who is incapable of serious contemplation.
People don’t go to the movies anymore unless you require a specific excuse to get out of the house and can’t think of anything else. I don’t know what’s coming, but one thing I know for certain, the self-appointed experts know even less.
For reasons which remain mysterious the quick, easy and reasonably priced Fantastic World Foods Vegetarian Chili mix is no longer in inventory around here. I wanted to make something with a combo of lentils, rice and beans. Complete protein, lots of Bs and E. The chili stuff which was once a mainstay of every bulk-foods aisle is simply missing.
I started bringing up recipes for vegetarian/vegan chili. These are all about 80% the same. Typically involving up to six cans of something, a laundry list of spices and a brag about quick preparation. None were right. So I improvise.
½ lb. or 1¼ Cup brown rice (rinsed once only to retain bran for texture)
½ lb. or 1 Cup pinto beans (measured then pre soaked, substitute your favorite bean)
½ lb. or 1¼ Cup split peas or lentils of your choice
4½ cups water (Strictly, this is too little water for your legumes, but the vegetables make up for it.)
1 Anaheim pepper (optional, or substitute peppers of your choice)
1 sweet onion (adjust onion variety to taste)
2 green bell peppers (seeds not removed)
1 Cup Fiesta-brand “quick chili mix”, a spice blend (a regionally appropriate commercial spice blend may be substituted)
1 Tbsp each, cumin and paprika (optional)
1 30 oz. (or so) can of diced or crushed tomatoes
Chop fine or grate your fresh produce then dump everything in the slow cooker. The spice blend is 75% of what the label instructions recommend for that amount of water.
In practice I set the slow cooker on high for 5 hours. If I were starting this in the morning to enjoy in the evening, I’d keep it on low for 9-12 hours.
I know I’ve published metric or weight equivalents of measures in the past, but today I’m going to have to skip it. If you do the translation, I would be very pleased to add.
Chili-Mix analog for those out in the world:
¼ Cup chili powder
2 Tbsp corn flour (optional if blending your own)
1 Tbsp ground cumin
1 Tbsp cayenne pepper
1 Tbsp salt
1 tsp freshly ground pepper
1 Tbsp garlic powder
2 Tbsp onion powder
The latter two may be deleted and replaced with fresh product when blending your own or adding directly to the pot. The salt is not optional as it helps the vegetables sweat, break down and make chili.
Update 11 July ’15: The second batch has been completed. Red bell peppers in the place of green ones. One cup of the Chili Mix was more than one-half of the container, so less was used. For kicks, corn was added. What is notable is that this batch was cooked on low for ten hours, then left in the slow cooker to cool for an additional two hours. When removed the ingredients were far more coherent; it hadn’t broken down to “make chili”. I presume shorter cooking time on high is required for the traditional consistency.
Google fails me. DDG, too.
I am confronted with an installed kitchen sink which was in place when the homeowner moved in ca. 2000. I am convinced it dates before 1960 and is in an 1890’s house. Despite Texas, some older homes survive and I am presently in one.
Homeowner testifies that the sink was in its present state upon move in. No caulk is between the sink and the laminate countertop. None, not a trace survives. The laminate is in excellent condition. My guess is the present kitchen came to be in the 1950s based on the style and configuration, but could be older. The sink fixture may date from the 1970’s. It’s an Ameri-Flow about which I can only surmise it was part of a water softening system at some point (60s? 80s?). Enamel has worn from spots where the sink meets the countertop and rust is apparent on the countertop where caulk should be.
The best advice I can google up tells me I should simply patch over the chipped enamel with one of those Home Depot epoxy kits, pray for plausible color match, then caulk the sink into place with silicone covering the rust on the countertop. All of this done with the knowledge this is a kludge which may last a few decades. This doesn’t sit well because I have a potentially naive belief that rust should be treated or eliminated whenever possible.
I’m also having to relearn what little I knew about selecting kitchen fixtures; the desire to replace the sprayer head on the sink started this operation. The names I know are all crap today. Most disheartening, American-Standard whose regional operations in my home MSA was a major employer until the Reagan administration.
This may not happen this weekend. Surely more weekends will follow.
Somehow in the autumn I became infatuated with the idea of resettling in the sticks somewhere and building a house. I absolutely do not mean finding some HOA for outside of town, but close to shopping, and digging up a general contractor and so forth. Actually acquiring a couple of acres, or dozens, away from civilization and building with an eye toward keeping the design within my competence to actually construct an actual, non-overbuilt-RV little house with my own two hands and the assistance of the internet and Harbor Freight.
The more I look into this the less blatantly insane it appears. Had I not been bold enough to destroy my life five years ago, I’d be on it now. The easiest thing to do would be to find a spot near what in lieu of a life I have now and get to work. Austin is pushing productive people out with such ferocity, the wasteland is now over 100 miles away. “Home values” are literally insane, and Austin will be at the heart of the scheduled meltdown of the general economy Q3 next year. “Values” are going up further and further out. Towns that were a stoplight and post office 15 years ago now have competing full-service grocers, which is more than I can say for almost any part of Austin. The city’s sense of suburbia extends from Salado to San Marcos, is bound by the West by the hills and lakes but is extending into the desert aggressively. All of this effort and cost just to make a once vibrant, fascinating city about as exciting as the exurbs anywhere else. This will not end well. The Austinites are thrilled to be in their World Class City, and if you don’t like it you can leave. Drive around the city at night and look at all the dark houses and apartments. The main highway through town is as busy as ever during rush hour, but only then.
Clearly, this isn’t the place. Yet, I intend to finance this madness from my day job. That’s one issue.
Something like a travel trailer is another option, and plausible options remain for getting such a trailer and setting up house without going into the boonies. This may be a start.
The ultimate objective is to build something of a community of exasperated souls, BYOH. The present technological era makes this more practicable than ever before. Water can be collected. Trash organized and minimized. Electricity generated on site and stored. Cooking and heating gas would have to come from elsewhere, but is as common as soil. Sewage and septic are very legitimate concerns, but with a few changes in philosophy this can be handled. Knowledge, and junk science, is everywhere. Very modest homes put up with less effort than you might imagine. Between the greenies and the RVers exceptionally efficient and effective means for bringing civilization with you are within our grasp.
I don’t know if I could pull any of this off, but it’s been a great deal of fun thinking about it.
I have over a year until I get my affairs back to what I would consider my zero point. I do not know what I am going to do from there. Those of you who know me in real life may be under the impression that I may have recently come into a modest amount of capital. I must correct you. I have nothing of the kind, and it is not forthcoming. When I am not hustling and bustling as my present circumstances demand over the next several months, this is something not damaging that I may fantasize about.
I’m entertaining options.