With the move date drawing closer my research is getting more primal. It's been a strange phenomenon, but true. Maybe it's because every time I tell a friend about our plans the first thing they ask is, "Are you going to get a gun?" Ha. It's even funnier when I tell them that I already have guns, plural. More likely, however, it's because I'm subconsciously (and now consciously) reacting to the fact that we'll be living in the middle of nowhere in approximately 6 weeks.
So I was thinking about what to write about this week and really the only thing that came to mind is all this weird reading I've been doing. Last week it was Human Farming and this week it's Where There Is No Doctor (which you can download for free from Hesperian). I suppose it's not much weirder than books on raising dairy goats and managing cover crops, just a little more graphic. People on the subway still give me equally weird looks and pretend not to be reading over my shoulder. If you're listening to Pitbull at full blast on your Skull Candy headphones you cannot seriously be interested in the awesome nitrogen-fixing power of crimson clover.