
I look like a lover but I’m a farmer. You can’t tell a book by lookin’ at its cover.
Oh, can’t you see?
How you misjudged me.
A few nights ago I went to a MeetUp of people who want to join a local food co-op. It’s the latest thing. Everybody’s doing it: San Diego, Santa Monica, Santa Barbara, bla bla BayArea, bla bla Oregon, bla bla. Immigrants aren’t the only ones with smart ideas. Just because it’s smart shouldn’t make it criminal. If the idea to grow and raise organic and delicious food is an illegal idea then HERE I AM, ICE (that’s Immigration and Customs Enforcement —- —- for you regs), COME AND GET ME!

Aye, Woodrow. That’s dramatic.
Shall I cite some figures for you of just how fast these ideas are spreading across the US of A? Too boring? You say, what? You’ll just take my word for it?
Good.
Ladies and Gentlemen, The most important thing I want to stress to you tonight is that there was a reckoning done down here at the Alibi Cafe on Green Street in the city of Pasadena California. That’s right! Praise it!
I said praise it.
A reckoning in the shadow of the Castle Green. Oh I know what you’re thinking, Miss Havisham lives there. Miss Havisham this! Miss Havisham that! Fooey! Forget about her for two seconds, would you please? We saw a movie about a fella who fell in love with a fish. I have no idea what this fish farm Fellini in Veta La Palma, Spain had to do with anything except that the farm was a really really really really nice backyard farm, sort of free range.
(If your answer is yes to my Poll then you see a huge unintended blank space below. Ask Steve Jobs about it.)(Don’t try and blame the TED & WordPress.com interface. They are fully compatible. The problem has to be in the exclusivity of the Safari browser and OS4.)
(Excuse me, my head pounds.) The pamphlets have a lot of words explaining, and some pictures (gah!) I’ve got 500 pamphlets to deliver in the next week. What do I have to do to get some fresh ripe organic tomatoes around here? Without all the sh.t. Or, with only the really good sh.t. that’s not the sh.t. that gives me a migraine. Answer after the jump.
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ANSWER: I’ll have to work like a dog for the co-op. Get this kids and fetish monkeys! I am willing to work for nothing just to have a big red, juicey, meaty, sensuously organic fresh tomato smashed into my mouth. That’s with nothing on except maybe some onions, a banana on the side would be nice, organic herbs and sprouts, a few nuts. Two nuts. Never mind the nuts right now.
The Arroyo Food Co-op is a local thing, a little Pasadena or Alt-adena and in between. The grocery store will be filled with organic locally grown and raised edibles supplied by certified local farmers. Gradually, as the paperwork gets completed and growing procedures are implemented, the backyard gardener will go to market.
Goat cart packed. Imagine me MG, seeing my own orgasmically grown tomatoes selling in a real market! I slapped down $30 to become a member/owner sans voting rights. Proof this is my correct path provided by Webster’s and the cosmos, I won this:::
[photo of USDA Certified Organic tomato seedling starter kit epic raffle win EPIC via Webster's Fine Stationers]
It excites me.
–Not like a good axillism club with lunch/dinner buffet excites,
but it’s a start.





