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Post by jack on May 9, 2010 3:57:10 GMT -6
Gidday I guess I should show you some of my garden, ready for winter, apart from the weeds that is. These two were taken looking east accross my root crop garden towards an old row of corn. Looking back over the same plot. Parsips, then swedes(I think you jokers call them ratabuggers or something) then celeriac, broad beans, beet root, carrots, celeriac, carrots,broad beans, beetroot, salsify, parsnips, and more swedes, and of course weeds. Compost bins. On the left is normal compost mixed with cow poop. The centre seaweed and cow poop, last week this was over 5 foot high and has settled down at least 16 inches, and the one on the right is just starting off with food scraps and cow poop. All 3 are also full of worms. Drums of seaweed brewing into tea. The other gardens growing mainly greens. On the near left a row of old dwarf beans then under a bit of straw are about 4 dozen very small brassicas then some leeks.
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Post by jack on May 7, 2010 3:14:20 GMT -6
Gidday
Hey mate, that aint no good now Eh!
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Post by jack on May 5, 2010 6:20:29 GMT -6
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Post by jack on May 4, 2010 2:07:26 GMT -6
Gidday Jack: First I have to say....and I mean this in a good way. You are a good shit stirrer! However we need people like you that keep the rest of us up to date and paying attention. Me a shit stirrer! Come on now. I am shattered to be called that. If you really believe that, well, how long did it take you to figure that out? Well, at least you are honest about it. Good onya mate. Anyway, I still reckon water is our answer. Pure, totally green, hydrogen plus oxygen equal lots of energy and the exhaust is still simply water, so nothing is lost. I remember here in New Zealand, about 40 or 50 years ago a joker had an old car that he converted to run on water. He drove it from New Plymouth to Auckland, over 220 miles, and back again with a car load of reporters following him and the only time he filled his gas tank he did it from a garden hose. It made great headlines in the papers then a few weeks later he was killed in a car accident. It was his other car but he did end up dead. His son, who inherited the car said he had been offered huge money for his invention, but he refused to sell it and a short time later ended up in another very bad car (accident). The car disappeared and nobody has ever heard from the son again. We have had three other stories that sounded very similar happen here, all reported in the papers at the time. One had a sorta good ending, a joker from Nelson had a car running on water, then said he had sold it for over 20 million and he dissapeared. Therefore I believe that it is possible to run a car on water and it does not please some people who make lots of money out of oil so iffin you figure out how to do it, shut up about it.
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Post by jack on May 3, 2010 4:59:13 GMT -6
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Post by jack on May 3, 2010 4:32:42 GMT -6
Gidday What the hell is wrong with this man. We have been begging for alternative use of energy such as solar, and thermal as well as hydrogen. Instead he wants to continue using up a fuel source that is none renewable Hydrogen must be God's special gift to us but we have been too dumb to realise it. It is the main component in every form of energy. Oil is only hydro-carbons. And hydrogen is two thirds of water and the other third is oxygen is all thats needed to use that power. Just look, they bloody drive up into space using water, hydrogen and oxygen. Several people have made cars to run on water alone but they have either run off with millions of bucks or met a sticky end.
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Warning
Apr 30, 2010 3:26:53 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 30, 2010 3:26:53 GMT -6
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Warning
Apr 28, 2010 4:39:39 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 28, 2010 4:39:39 GMT -6
Gidday
Democracy sure are dead now Eh!
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Post by jack on Apr 28, 2010 4:26:08 GMT -6
Gidday
You are not alone in your concern mate. We have the same problems down here, if not worse.
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Warning
Apr 27, 2010 2:42:00 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 27, 2010 2:42:00 GMT -6
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Post by jack on Apr 25, 2010 5:46:08 GMT -6
Gidday
Today was ANZAC Day. The day we commemorate our servicemen who died in battle for our country. It was on the 25th April 1915 when our troops first went into battle in the First World War lasnding on an un-named beach at the foot of towering cliffs to be slaughtered by the Turks at Gallipoli.
This I think is very fitting for this day.
A Poem Worth Reading
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the RSA, Telling stories of the past.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his mates; They were heroes, every one.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Although sometimes to his neighbors His tales became a joke, All his mates listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Soldier died today.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife.. For he lived an ordinary, Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family, Going quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, 'Tho a Soldier died today.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories From the time that they were young But the passing of a Soldier Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some jerk who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man?
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The politician's stipend And the style in which he lives, Are often disproportionate, To the service that he gives.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While the ordinary Soldier, Who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them, For it is so many times That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, Went to battle, but we know,
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Should you find yourself in danger, With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out, With his ever waffling stand?
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was just a common Soldier, And his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind us We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, We find the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start.
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A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life,
wrote a blank check made payable to 'Australia', 'New Zealand', 'Canada'
'The United States' or any other God fearing country for an amount "up to and including my life".
That is Honour, and there are way too many people in this WORLD who no longer understand it.
Pass On The Patriotism!
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meteor
Apr 23, 2010 4:29:58 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 23, 2010 4:29:58 GMT -6
Gidday
Hey do your cow farts cause problems too?
Silly buggers down know anything. Everything that lives dies, cows eat only grass, or at least down here they do, so any carbon they fart out has had to have come from the grass, and the grass has got it from the atmosphere but also put a bit into the soil as well so the result of grassland farming is actually less carbon in the atmosphere.
When you sday this they turn around and say, yes but the fart carbon is mainly methane but methane is the gas of decomposition so there is less methane going up from living cows than the rotting fauna and flora in a rain forrest.
Pack of idiots Eh!
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Post by jack on Apr 22, 2010 2:40:53 GMT -6
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Post by jack on Apr 21, 2010 3:55:06 GMT -6
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meteor
Apr 21, 2010 2:54:41 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 21, 2010 2:54:41 GMT -6
Gidday Another thing that I have noticed and always felt since I was a teenager...and that is the space program, what I mean is. Since we have been sending rockets into orbit our seasons have been going threw a slow change in climate. It always seamed that when ever we would send a rocket into space we would have stormy weather for a period of time there after. I do believe it has caused some change in the atmosphere, whether that be the ozone layer or what ever. . Methinks the weather has been changing for a hellava long time. People used to blame the nuclear testing, before that they blamed the heavey artilery during the wars, and before that they blamed the steam engine and way back they were blaming the test throwing of the boomerang.
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Post by jack on Apr 14, 2010 5:36:54 GMT -6
Gidday
Thanks mate, very interesting. Sounds a reasonable price too.
Not sure about the rye though. We have a rye pasture grass and a rye corn that is a fodder crop that grows extremely fast to about 6 foot high.
And hey, I am starting to really like your system of growing and am wondering iffin I can find a suitable grass to grow inter row and get it set up by the time I need to plant mine.
Thanks a lot for all your info mate.
Cheers
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Post by jack on Apr 13, 2010 2:20:00 GMT -6
Gidday
Sorry to pester you mate but another couple of questions.
Do you mow that what looks like grass between the beds and how do you stop it encroaching on the beds?
And the rude question, how much do you sell the garlic for?
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Post by jack on Apr 12, 2010 2:49:54 GMT -6
Gidday
Your garlic sure looks good.
How do you sell it. I ask cos I think you would be pretty smelly iffin you ate the lot yourself.
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Post by jack on Apr 8, 2010 2:07:04 GMT -6
Gidday
Good onya mate. Great to hear Eh!
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Post by jack on Apr 8, 2010 2:05:58 GMT -6
Gidday
One day at lunchtime I sat down on one side of a gully and worked out what I thought was an acre of land and counted over 120 bunnies on it.
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Post by jack on Apr 7, 2010 3:34:53 GMT -6
Gidday
Yeah. A big annual thing actually. Central Otago gets over run with rabbits and years ago they had rabbit boards paid for by rates from the farmers and subsidized by the government to try to keep them under control, but then the government did what all governments seem to do, and they threw the scheme out and left the poor bloody farmers to handle a huge problem that is of national proportions.
I worked on it for a while years ago as a bunny hunter. Great job but an impossible task. I would get over a hundred every day and it made no impression at all on the numbers cos they breed quicker than you can kill them.
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Post by jack on Apr 7, 2010 3:26:56 GMT -6
Gidday
Had our daughter and her son and a mate of his. The mates parents stayed on night too.
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Post by jack on Apr 6, 2010 3:01:44 GMT -6
Gidday
The photo is Pioneer Park in Alexandra, a town in Central Otago. And yes that is a clock and a cross on the hill in the background.
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Head
Apr 5, 2010 4:25:52 GMT -6
Post by jack on Apr 5, 2010 4:25:52 GMT -6
Gidday
Well me old mate Cave Man reckons he knows how to cook sheeps head but he don't know nuthin. Way too much salt.
Saw the head in half down it's length. Wash out the snot with salty wayer them put in a pot and boil.
That's all that is needed, except you need to have home made plum sauce on it when you eat it, and do need to peel the tongue.
And pigs head too.
Prepare the same and either boil or simply put it in the oven and bake it.
Simple is best mate.
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Post by jack on Apr 5, 2010 2:04:13 GMT -6
Gidday And they did a prudy good job to Eh!
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Post by jack on Apr 2, 2010 23:34:54 GMT -6
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Post by jack on Mar 24, 2010 3:36:05 GMT -6
Gidday
Thanks again.
Do you mulch with straw after planting?
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Post by jack on Mar 22, 2010 2:04:57 GMT -6
Gidday
Thanks Jersey Cub. That sounds very interesting. As we live right by the sea, seaweed is something I get a lot of. I normally collect it after a storm and half fill a drum with it then fill it up with water and let it soak till it all turns to liquid. I have five drums on the go all the time.
I fully understand both what you have said and the reasons but am a bit stuck on one point. What exactly is it that you call rubbing alcohol?
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Post by jack on Mar 20, 2010 1:39:45 GMT -6
Gidday
What do you foliar feed them with.
I will be planting probably a similar amount in a few months.
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Weather
Mar 17, 2010 3:23:49 GMT -6
Post by jack on Mar 17, 2010 3:23:49 GMT -6
Gidday
We are really dry here. Only had about an inch and a half so far this year and most of that was in January. Creeks gone dry and everything brown and looks like no autumn growth before winter which is supposed to be a long cold one.
Bugger.
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