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For those few of you who've waited patiently for another of my cranky rants, and especially for you new visitors, here's a little glimpse into the heretical philosophy that Earth Home Garden is rooted in.

While we primarily strive here to share our enthusiasm for nature, gardens, crafts, music, and simple sustainable living, every so often I feel the urge to vent (my excuse this time may be the back door appointment of John Bolton to the U.N.), so here's a little introductory bio/essay I have posted elsewhere on the world-wide web.

Enjoy!

59 year old long-haired bearded California-native tree-huggin' nature-centered species-diversity-loving auto-free TV-less dissident eco-activist egalitarian luddite feminist son husband father friend neighbor organic-gardening chicken-raising pine-needle-basket-weaving corporate-cussin' beer-drinkin' mountain-dwelling music-loving walking bicycling incurably romantic retired postman & all around ornery ol' crank with omnivorous hunter-gatherer DNA & a long term goal of becoming very nutritional worm food.

Stumbled into Greenwich Village & Harry Smith in 1964 (see Harry Smith's Anthology Of American Folk Music-Smithsonian/Folkways SFW 40090/A 28746-51). Became Harry's friend, assistant, & co-conspirator, but soon, finding city life way too crazy, moved on to Topanga Canyon Calif. to skinny-dip Topanga Creek & play volleyball naked on the beach with peace loving brothers & lovely fuzzy-legged earth sisters amidst Vietnam rage, police brutality, & great music.

Our cozy hippie hamlet--rife with musicians--included members of Canned Heat, Spirit, The Eagles, The Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, The Doors, The Seeds, Spanky & Our Gang & Jo Jo Gunne, as well as Taj Mahal, Neil Young, Linda Ronstadt, Stephen Stills & Barry (Dr. Demento) Hansen--plus every sort of subversive bohemian gypsy artist writer beatnik craftsfolk imaginable.

Swept away in the fleeting intensity of a sweet enchanted time & place, I soaked it up, living, loving, listening, learning, & began to assemble, share, & pass along collections of blues, folk, jazz & rock recordings--a bad habit persisting for nearly 40 years now.

Retired these days in the San Bernardino Mountains--after 30 years of public service--I do my best to make a full-time career of Earth/Life/Love worship.

Like everyone, I find that sorrow & suffering tempers the joy of being human, yet, with an awareness that loss & transience measure our days, I live a charmed life, treasuring the beauty in rare & fleeting moments--and wishing you good fortune in your moments--I propose a toast!

So here's to a human future! A world of symbiotic pluralism, where regardless of gender, race, species, or elemental content, all matter of evolutionary creation is perceived as sacred & sentient, valued for it's intrinsic worth as part of our living body, planet Earth.

A time beyond the cultural homogenization of Global Imperialism, beyond the all-consuming Western model of rampant cancer-like growth.

Where woman, by her native strength, generosity, & beauty, wields the power inherent to the role of mother, nurturer, lover--& where man aids community while tempering his bravado with humility, respect & awareness.

To heavenly bodies, spherical harmony, seasons, cycles, life, death & renewal.

And here's to today, another awe-inspiring moment of magic on Earth of the Milky Way.

Cheers!

A utopian fantasy?
Well, consider the alternative--the blind arrogance of a single vain species who would appropriate entire ecosystems--belonging in common to millions of complex & fascinating species--overpopulate & poison them, re-making this heavenly planetary home into a nightmarish broiling war zone of sprawling concrete subdivisions, crap-factories, garbage pits & misery.

That's simply belligerent anti-social behavior, the psychopathic fantasy of a rogue species out of balance & blooming toward bust!

The Corporate State is virtually dead, an ideology & myth proven obsolete by nature, science, & life itself.

But we--the perpetrators of this brutal dominant culture--won't face reality until we've forced the inevitable calamitous crash.

Still, as rigormortis looms over industrial civilization, some of us might try living simply, with care & kindness, & however possible, resisting the machine.

Love, Jim

'Be the change you wish to see in the world'

Mahatma Gandhi