I’m Fine With Being Cucked By The Alpha Male Engineer Because, Well, He’s Earned It Hasn’t He? Made A Magic Free Motor, Didn’t He? What Have You Done With Your Life, Some Fancy Smelting Or A Bit Of Mining? Shut The Fuck Up And Watch The Übermensch Roughly Dominate Your Girlfriend And Indulge In Her Hidden Service Sub Kink the novel.
Sequel to Watch Your Lover Fuck Lesser Men Until You Prove Your Worth By Bombing A Housing Project With Her And Somehow Make A Point About Aesthetic Principles So Good That The Whole Courtroom Stood Up And Clapped After Your Testimony No Really.
Both part of the Ayn Rand Was A Pillow Princess With A Praise Kink And You Can’t Change My Mind series.
So there’s a point at which they’re in Galt’s Gulch and Francisco and the Oil Dude (Wyatt? Ellis?) start getting all stoked because Dagny starts drawing up a plan for a little spur of a railroad to move the shale oil and she points out that it’s an easy grade and they’d only need to do a little bit of blasting and then she goes “Oh what’s the point, to throw away a national system and build a local carrier” or something suchlike but you know what really bothers me about this scene?
She’s talking about building a spur of railroad because there’s too much oil being produced to move by donkey.
Galt’s Gulch isn’t.
Like.
It is not a thriving metropolis, it’s a valley full of rugged individualists who have large lands and small houses and who don’t live there year round unless they need to hide out and who are On Strike Of The Mind and don’t share their discoveries or goods with the rest of the world.
WHO THE FUCK IS ALL THAT OIL FOR?
Y’all have ONE tractor. You have ONE foundry. There is ONE airplane mechanic and all of your power is from magic static electricity motors.
Wh - why is Ellis Wyatt extracting hundreds of gallons a day (god, or is it hundreds of barrels? I feel like the line in the book is 300 barrels a day)?
Anyway please remember that this is a book that is very popular with people who are VERY sure they understand the economy.
Basically my point is that we, as a society, need to be more accepting of kinks and polyamory because if Rand had been able to build an IRL Himbo Harem maybe we all would have been spared this fucking book.
People ALWAYS fuckin over-complicate compost. You don’t need a recipe, you don’t need to turn it or water it or whateverthefuck, you just. Pile shit up and let it rot.
Steps of composting;
1. Pile up organic stuff. Manure, food scraps, sticks, whatever. Throw all that shit in a pile.
2. Throw a couple shovelfuls of soil on there. (The soil contains all sorts of good nematodes and bacteria and fungi and all the other Good Bois that rot organics down.)
Now just…leave it alone. Throw more waste on there as it accumulates. Ignore. Don’t fuckin worry, my dudes, just leave it be. The Rot Squad has it from here.
After a year, move all the half-composted stuff on top aside to Pile #2, and lo and behold, what was once chicken manure, orange peels, moldy bread, and coffee grounds is now rich black humus. If there’s any chunks of stick or corn cob or whatever in there, just pick ‘em out and chuck them on Pile #2. Use the compost as you wish.
Now, will this sterilize any seeds in there? Fuck no. You could start a whole garden from a shovelful of my compost. Tomato seed, columbine seed, squash, blanketflower, nicotiana, echinacia, about thirty types of grass, raspberry, sunflower, strawberry, hyssop, and who knows what else.
So that’s why you spread the compost around plants, and then top it off with some more mulch, which will shade out any germinating seeds. Or plop it in planting holes.
The mulch will also rot down over time into MORE nice rich humus.
Next year, rake back the half-composted junk from pile #2, plop it back on pile #1, and repeat forever.
And if you’re just on shitty clay or sand?
COMPOST COMPOST COMPOST. MORE COMPOST MOAR COMPOST. Tilling compost into clay will absolutely transform your soil. Sand, the same.
Most local landfills will ALSO have a compost heap, and that, like mulch, will ALSO be available for cheap to free. Load up on that sweet black gold, and start a compost heap.
Don’t you need to have a certain ratio in the stuff you’re throwing in there, though? I vaguely remember the number 25:1 in terms of the amount of food waste and stuff you’re throwing in versus the amount of yard material like sticks and leaves, but I don’t know if the addition of pre formed soil changes that or not.
Nope fuckit it all rots down anyway.
Those ratios make it rot faster is all, but ain’t nobody got time to be out here mixing compost precisely.
Is there any reason I can’t do this in a ditch? The backyard used to have a broken in ground pool when we moved in so we tore it out and filled it in with construction site dirt, but it formed a two foot deep, eight feet long not-really-sinkhole because it wasn’t packed down very well. Can’t I just…throw the compost things into it and fill it up while forming some nice usable dirt?
Not a one. That would actually trap water and make it work even better.
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