Monday, January 14th, 2013
I have a pack in my car that goes with me everywhere. it has a clean shirt and a clean pair of pants in it. it has some clean underwear and socks. Simple toiletries. A decent first aid kit. Enough of my prescription mdications to keep me through four or five days. A wool blanket. An army mess kit. An emergency shelter.
I have often had opportunity to live out of this pack on the road, but until last hunting season, never had any opportunity to actually camp out of it. So I found the things that were missing.
I had a mess kit, sure, but what was I going to cook, and how was I going to cook it? I had spam. I was able to fry some spam, and that worked OK. I was also able to peel and slice up some prickly pear, which was also ok. And I fried up some Aldi corned beef hash.
But I really needed some oil. And it would have been nice to have some salt, and pepper. Maybe even some garlic powder and coriander.
With not too much more than I had on hand, I could live pretty well, but I could eat like a KING if I had had a little oil and some spices.
I’m not talking about Sam Gamgee, hauling his whole damned kitchen with him, just a few extra things. I have already gotten an unbreakable bottle for about 6 oz of oil, and some little stacking containers for salt, pepper, garlic, etc.
What would you bring, to cook?
Jim Edwards, better known as Jake Hartford, died this last weekend.
Jim was the producer of the “perspectives” segments done by Walter Jacobsen for ten years, and is an old voice in Chicago broadcast media. Lately he’s been doing the 9:00 slot with John Kass, one of my very favorite Chicagoans.
Jake was one of us, for the most part, a voice of sanity and reason. We don’t have many left. Now I will never hear his biannual bit about the ludicrous time change.
“Hartford got to trot out one of his favorite jests each spring and fall, when he would purposefully confuse callers about which way to turn the clock during daylight saving time. His joke was that it was only logical to “spring back and fall forward,” insisting that when you push a spring, it springs back and when you fall, you fall forward, Alexander said. Without fail, listeners would call in to let him know he was mistaken, Alexander said.”
No, really. Just shut the fuck up. Now more than ever, don’t go shooting off your mouth about what you’re gonna do when the apocalypse hits, or whatkinda ammo you’re gonna use and why, yadda yadda. I mean it, just shut the fuck up.
Make a point of having those conversations- if you must- in meatspace. Make a point of having those discussions with people you absolutely trust, and nobody else.
There are three federal agents (To my knowledge) who read here regularly. I know them all personally, and I know them to be the very best of people. I also know that they know things they can never discuss, and they can never share, and it’s a moral burden to them, but it is their job. Here’s what your job is: To live. To survive. To procreate, even, if the time comes, because the morons are procreating at an alarming rate while the normal population dwindles.
As a nation, we have survived far worse than this bullshit. And it is important that we survive it now. Keep your head down, watch your six, be prepared, and SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT.