I haven't blogged for a time here because I am busy with other projects.
The bagrada bug is on my mind recently, and whether it is OK to put fertilizer with ground-up cottonseed into an organic garden.
If agriculture isn't the reason for our demise, well, then maybe complicated agriculture policy is. I still will probably vote for prop 37, to label foods with GMO's. It is interesting to see the list of donors against the prop. Bumble bee tuna? Isn't that just tuna? Um, tuna with all that wonderful natural vegetable broth made with GMO-soy? Mars also donated to stop the plan, which is really fascinating since they bought an organic seed and food company, which nobody buys from anymore cause they got so expensive and they are really a candy-bar company.
I acquired a button (perfect for the farmer's market basket, no?) shouting, "GMO-free hottie". Not sure on either fronts, but I think I do know the reason for a 5-dollar head of organic broccoli and it is not due to all that fancy and expensive labeling.
It's this bug. Apparently, fresh broccoli is like msg-laden trans-fatty gliadin-laced red-hot Cheetos food-reward-wise to these visiting critters.
Seaweed. Yes, seaweed is in our future because the bagrada bug hasn't figured out how to eat it yet. Those epi-paleo folks will be missing their cilantro this winter, too. Lovin' me's sea-spinach!!
Anyway, I haven't had any time either to search for my name in any of the binders full of women that the paleosphere keeps handy just in case anyone actually wants to hear anything pertaining to women that doesn't involve reproductive status. I am sure it is there, just that it is easier to search amongst their own kind and continue to have all the boys speak for us, while they trot out Joel Salatin like they invented him or something.