Costco and a millkshake recipe

The other day at Costco…

Such a cliche start to a blog post from a stay at home mom with multiple children who semi-home-schools and sends the oldest to a charter school who makes her own Kombucha and just nursed the family’s most recent female addition (yes, we only have girls) to sleep and can ramble on just as long as Mad Philosopher with smaller words…

That was actually the start to Mad Philosopher’s recent post, but it suited me as well.  In the same vein as “visit Costco and buying their giant boxes of baby diapers that never seem to last as long as you want and giant tasty muffins that a Hashimoto’s girl like me can no longer enjoy”, I figured I would throw my run-on-sentence stream-of-consciousness into the giant void that is the internet.

“I have gadgets and gizmos a plenty…I have ideas and recipes galore…want a gluten free dessert- I have 20! But who cares…no big deal…”

Okay, kinda’ hope you care enough to keep reading. And to not tattle on me to the Mad Philosopher that I just quoted the “Little Mermaid.”  I’m burying the lead, here, but hold out just a little longer…

Mad Philosopher counts how many words he writes each and every post. I don’t think I will. radical freedom!  In all seriousness, I am trying to keep my post short and fun and maybe even helpful.  As a thank you for any who made it this far in my first not-gif post, here is a super easy and delicious Bailey’s milkshake recipe to sip on later and a promise of a funny gif post soon.


Bailey’s Shake:

2 shots Bailey’s

Roughly 1 1/2cups ice cream (chocolate is recommended)

Optional (but not really): whipped cream.  Also, sprinkles.

Put the Bailey’s in first, add all ingredients into blender and then enjoy! Add more or less ice cream depending on desired thickness.


Waze of Knowing

No, I’m not mocking cultural sensitivity classes (not today, anyway), I’m talking about a service I have touted many times on Facebook: Waze.

I don’t have a smartphone, nor do I particularly want one.  However, if “they” ever phase out feature flip phones, I may have to make the move to a dark android phone.  The first app I’ll be installing on that phone will be Waze.  If you are a smart phone user and drive a car, you should use it, too.  It’s an app that uses the crowd-source nature of the internet to connect all the users of the app as well as oracle data from the web in order to give real-time traffic and safety updates to drivers and gives real-time directions so as to get the safest, most efficient route.  This goes well beyond a mere GPS that knows to watch out for rush hour, though: it also tracks speed-traps and other criminal activities on the road that one may want to avoid.

In the interim, though, I want to point you to a Jeffrey Tucker article about the app as the resource suggestion for today.

Ben Shade Interview

This week’s full post is another audio-only post.  As compared to last week, though, I get the feeling that this one has a fair amount more utility to provide most listeners/readers.

It’s an interview with Ben Shade, professional biologist.  He provides is unique perspective on the subjects often covered on this blog.

I think you can probably play this at 1.5 speed, so it’s not quite an hour and a half in duration.

Peaceful Parenting and Healthy Risk

Today’s resource suggestion is a concise little article I found on the Washington Post, of all places.  After suggesting you take a couple hours to listen to Cantwell point out why college is stupid and my generation (and my parents’ generation) has doomed us all, I thought a short burst of positivity was in order.

The article’s title makes it sound like a list, but it is more a brief commentary on how not-bubble wrapping your kids is a good idea.

Halloween Candy, or Crystal Meth?

A spectre wanders the suburban countryside, flitting between households and abandoned warehouses… This spectre is not one of revolution, not one of communism or capitalism, it is the shade of Harry J Anslinger.  It is the ghost of slavery, the status quo, and economic illiteracy.

On Halloween, every year, this ghost floats out of the Halls of (in)Justice and the Ministry of Truth to scare the slaves into clamoring for more taskmasters.  What I’m speaking of is the urban legends about drugs in Halloween candy, razorblades in apples, and ricin in the smoke machines.  As long as one isn’t dancing on the freeway, Halloween is the safest night of the year to be wander around one’s neighborhood in the dark.

Today’s resource suggestion is simple: it’s two articles (this one and this one) to help assuage one’s fears that are a result not of reality but, instead, of the indoctrination one is perpetually exposed to in Empire.

And besides, candy hasn’t looked like this for 20 years.

Also, a quick examination of economics would tell us that there is no incentive to poison the Halloween candy.  Therefore, the only people that will do so are the one-in-a-billion serial-killers that value the thrill of handing out poison more than the tens of thousands of dollars it would cost to buy the drugs.  Another limiting factor is the available assets to said serial killer.  One would have  to be consistently wealthy, have access to drugs, and be a serial killer with a special hatred for kids and/or Halloween.  At this point, we’re looking at a one-in-one-hundred-billion event.  So, if the urban legends are true that someone, at some time, did poison the candy, the odds of it happening again are so infinitesimal that we should be putting out PSAs about Halloween alien abductions and commie invasions before we worry about the best Halloween treats and tricks ever.

Of Course, the First Suggestion is Tom Woods

As regular readers are no doubt aware, I frequently suggest resources from Tom Woods.  Between his intellect and the quality of the guests he has on his show, there is always something to be learned, even from a die-hard, economically-inclined anarchist.

Today’s suggestion is one concerning the maligned wreck that is the medical industry.  I don’t know if I need much more introduction than that, today.

Instead of Reading and Writing

This week, I wrote up an extensive outline for a post concerning a more complete definition of anarchism than the one from about a year ago.  As I was preparing to record the audio portion, though, my brother arrived to help me with a project I started yesterday.  I didn’t have time to record and write a transcript, so I will share the fruits of my labor with you.

Today, I took this:
And turned it into a bookshelf:
The bed had broken to the point of being unsafe and unusable.  It was my parents’ waterbed since I was an infant, which they had later converted to use with a conventional mattress.  A couple years ago, they finally replaced it with a new bed frame and donated it to my wife and I, as we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
After nearly 25 years of abuse, it finally met its end.  As I dismantled it and began hauling the pieces out to our apartment’s dumpster, I was lamenting the fact that I had no space to take the parts and turn them into a bookshelf, and that the tools required to do so would cost as much as going to target and getting a new shelf (which we desperately needed).
Then, it dawned on me that my brother had a truck and some tools and my dad had a garage that I used all the time to work on my car.  My family has been trying to maintain a community of mutual support, as would be required if we were to move somewhere a little further to the fringes of the grid and grow our own food and such (which has been my dad’s idea since before I came around to the idea).  Today was an excellent exercise in that sort of free market anarchy.
My brother and I took the parts to my parents’ house and we spent an afternoon cutting, drilling, being creative and conversational.  My wife and kids came along and played with my younger siblings and some of their friends.
Rather than spending far too much money on a cheap shelf from Target and simply throwing away a ton of usable wood and hardware, We managed to turn it into something useful, save some cash, and invest in familial relationships.
In exchange for using my dad’s garage, I gave him a lot of the unused material, as he had a project of his own for which he would need OSB and such.
My brother, in exchange for his time spent working on my shelf, requested I help him with his college homework.  Given that his teachers at CU Denver are both illiterate and unable to express simple instructions, it’s no wonder that he wanted help deciphering what they wanted.
(I promise the Shelves are level, this is just a bad photo angle.)
Afterwards, we had a brief catching-up period with my parents and siblings, planned some upcoming family dinners with friends of the family and conversed concerning guns, ammo, hunting, crazy homeshool families, fat people at wal-mart, and my ailing grandparents.
We also picked some monster zucchini and cucumbers from our microfarm in my dad’s back yard and hazed one of my younger brothers about not picking the lettuce when he was told, letting it all bolt.
And, not letting anything go to waste, my wife is selling the headboard to a gentleman much more crafty and craft-ready than I on facebook.

Oh, and last week, another friend of mine came over and we made #EndTheFed, Bernie Marx, and Bitcoin t-shirts.  Now that we know what we’re doing, we’re hoping to make (and maybe sell/give away) a great many of these shirts.
My wife was kind enough to model a couple of the shirts for me.
I seem to have caught some sort of craft bug.  I blame my friend, who came up with the idea for the original Karl Sanders t-shirt and my other friend who helped me make it (and these awesome bleached-out shirts).  You can set up a bleached-out shirt purchase via email.  We do custom designs, within reason.