Tuesday, April 3, 2007 8:35 AM
Years ago in the final few months of my father's life, I had occasion to take care of him for a couple of weeks. It was not something I looked forward to because he had become incontinent. He was taking a diuretic to reduce load on his heart and he wet himself sometimes, especially at night. He would cry and call to me in the night, ashamed and frustrated that he had wet himself, and I would go clean him and wash him and change his Attends adult diaper. All my life I feared this moment, my father weak and crying, and the piss and shit, well, I couldn't even think about it. When I actually did it, it was .. . nothing at all.
How many things are in our "avoid at all costs' mind set that just aren't worth a tiny fraction of the energy we spend on avoiding them?

Shit is one of those things. One of our biggest outrages against our beautiful sapphire blue world is our relationship with our shit. We don't have much good to say about piss either, but shit, oh boy! TABOO! You can be a studly lover and give head and lick pussies, but shit, well, you're just beyond redemption to even consider the subject. I mean, what if you had to touch it with your finger. YEWWWW!
Because of this weirdness, this mental twitch that is one of our mostly deeply held and defended memes, we have to get it away from us when it comes out. We have to get it far away, right now. The easiest way to do this is to build a fresh water stream under a hidden place in your house or hut, and to shit right into someone else's drinking water BUT who cares because the SHIT is gone.

You already intellectually understand that this is a bad idea, right? Pissing in drinking water is pretty stupid too. So I'm thinking we should truck shit to coastal ports and then ship it to poor countries, because in one way or another we're always giving them shit anyway, right? No wait, that could be expensive. I don't want to pay for anything, certainly not fuel to move my shit. Hmmn. Why not drop it in the drinking water? Well, because it has to be removed, because when it disappears out of your toilet it actually is not sent to the middle of the earth never to be seen again, it goes with all the shit and piss and failed gourmet meals to the sewage treatment plants, where your money is used to get it sort of clean but not as good as it was and then it is dumped in a convenient river which is quite lush long the banks (why's that??? - could it be that shit has value?).
We are all insane. And shit is a one place were we are totally fucking nuts. It is fertilizer and the best thing is that your shit can't infect you with anything! Your family's shit cannot infect you with anything. Your lover's shit cannot infect you with anything. If you have french kissed her, you are now "common ground" in the bacterial world. Get over it. Shit is valuable. It is the cycle of growth and life. It is FERTILIZER and your plants in the garden watch every time you flush and go "What the FUCK are they doing?"

Download the Human Manure Document to learn how to become sane, or less insane. You need Open Office (free) or M$ Word to read it. Composting our urine, shit, table scraps and all organic matter from our living area is simply the single best thing you can do for your nutrition, your food, oh, and the planet. All that drinking water we pollute is an ever more rare and precious resource in the all of our world, , and your grandchildren will listen in wonder and disbelief when you tell them your generation used fresh clean drinking water to flush shit and piss away, just because it you felt yucky about it. It is a meme whose time is past. What kind of wacked out illogical creature enjoys oral sex and yet won't share their toothbrush with the same person? This is the us that just can't come to grips with our world, or body and our IMPACT. Shit is NOT a bad thing, it is fertilizer and tastes just like corn on the cob, watermelon, fresh peas, and apples. Read the Human Manure book, and then look around for other things you "NEVER" hope to deal with.

Monday, April 2, 2007 10:06 PM
More pictures before I go to bed. I broke my boat putting it together. I figure out if I can fix it tomorrow morning. It was almost 6pm before I could stand to go back into the heat to unload the truck and get Folbot out.

	Right Above - I have a great site at Mitrry Lake. Easy access to the water if I can fix the boat tomorrow. Above: That's the minimun I could take out of the truck to get to the Folbot which rides in the front of the bed of the truck. Left. It is late, after 6:00PM. I'm tired and it is 96 degrees and it is humid next to the lake. I am tired and hot and should not have assembed the boat. But I did and broke it. Shit. I'll see what I can do in the morning when it is cool.
Above, moments before I tensioned the frame inside the skin. It wasn't fitting right, so I stepped harder. No excuse. Stupid. Right: Out from the trailer in there is a little walk way leading into the lake and I was under the palm in the waning sunlight and it this is what it looked like looking up through it.

Yesterday morning I walked down to the outlet from the reservoir and into the brush which is a lot of this arrowweed (I think).	This is a tree that is large enough at the base to predate the reservoir construction, so I must be in a real stream drainage. I don't know the tree, but it does have a leaf shaped like a spade in a deck of cards.
Last night's sunset over the lake. Right: The Ocotillo are in bloom around me. This one is just down from my trailer.
That's my shadow! The air has so little moisture or dust that shadows can be seen for miles with sharp edges.	This is visible from my trailer if I look out the side window. We Heart U and a spiral. A cruder version of the complicated rock circle compass clock that I posted yesterday.

Tank training hills. They are much steeper than the picture shows.	Arrow weed??? This is along the road that follows the dike to Mittry Lake.
Lawn ornament for Yuma Proving Grounds.	My spot tonight. That's my truck and trailer overlooking the lake. On the right is the reservoir boat launch.
The road in front of my trailer goes here to a point over looking the out flow of the reservoir, it forms this lake, Squaw lake. There is a whole community of boaters who seem to live here weeks at a time.	This is what it looks like standing down below on the shore of Squaw Lake.
Same area but this time I'm up to my knees in the cool water. Verrrry Nice!	Are these little pony shoe tracks? They are everywhere here. To small for horseshoe prints. I found them on almost every trail that I walked tonight.
OK, all I can tell you is that the radial arms are inline with north, south, east, west, and the tall stones in the inner and outer circles seem to be clock hours.	A lot of work went into this, Center white stones are surrounded by a brown rounded (water worn?) stones that are really unusual. The circle is about 35' across.
	LEFT - one of the brown stones that I found on the way back from the circle - I didn't disturb it. It is modern of course, but how much time will people spend to make something like this? Why? Just for fun??? To see the reservoir and the lake and the river here is exactly where I am - you can zoom in with google earth. GPS Longitude 114.4892W GPS Latitude 32.90337N

Night Chickies.

Saturday, March 31, 2007 12:26 PM
I'm at Imperial Dam about 20 miles north of Yuma. I have a pretty good Verizon signal in this spot, the trailer is sitting overlooking the reservoir and the internet satellite dish is up and locked on. I was actually headed to Mittry Lake but the road in was so wash boarded that I feared lasting damage to the Safari Airstream. I went a mile or so and reversed. I saw some very good arrow making shoots and will try to identify them from the pictures I took. If they are Arrow Weed, I'll stop on the way out of here and harvest about 50.

Phil has sent a letter in response to the piece I wrote on the ripples on a pond, and the effects of our co-creation of reality. Here it is:

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