Diversify your palette

We have broken the ancient Compact with Bova. Somewhere along the line, our relationship with cattle shifted from stewardship to toxic entitlement. We demand beef at a scale that the Earth cannot sustain and the species cannot bear.

It is time to renegotiate. We are neglecting the abundance of the field and the coop—crops that heal the soil and poultry that leaves a lighter footprint. To eat sustainably is to restore the balance. Respect the ox by eating less of it.

Society’s obsession with beef is a stagnant dead end. We are ignoring the obvious, dynamic alternative: the raptor in the coop.

Chickens are efficient, vicious, and rapidly evolving. They are the sustainable protein of the future, yet we cling to a broken, heavy-cost beef industry. Let’s fear the chicken, respect the crop, and stop eating like we have endless planets. Embrace the cull. 🦖🐔

 #Sustainability #FoodEthics #TheCompact

Yinglish, a fresh linguistic tradition of approximation and accommodation.

There are some yinglish dictionaries that have been compiled, complete with prefix interfix and suffix modifiers. But the central rule in yinglish is to get meaning across in a communication situation. If your shared memetics of conversation differ, you need to use negotiated approximations until you have the shared vocabulary to settle a topic of discussion.

Not all conversations are cooperative, they can be debates, negotiations, collaborations, or simple chats. The point is, even differing parties need some communal standard to get their message across. That's the goal in yinglish discourse.

Not the Queen's English, not American citiot English. Yinglish, y i n g l ish.

PSA from me and Gemini

Option 1: The "Hard Truth" (Radio/Audio Script)

This approach challenges the listener's assumption that the blue bin is a magic box.

[Sound of a plastic bottle being crunched]

Narrator: You think you just saved the planet because you threw that bottle in the blue bin. You didn't. You just passed the problem to a machine.

Narrator: Recycling is energy. It’s factories, fumes, and sludge. It is the last resort when we have failed to do everything else.

Narrator: Before you bin it, ask the New 4:

Reduce: Did I need this?

Reuse: Can I fill it again?

Repurpose: Can I turn this trash into a tool?

Recycle: ...Only if there is nothing left to save.

Tagline: Recycling isn't the solution. It's the emergency exit.

now a sonnet

A mill runs by pressing grain toward bread. 

A forest grows whether or not it is paid. 

The powers that be complain of ledgers in red, 

Not a one of them closer to getting laid. 

The best chance we have in this capital world

Is letting in ephemeral credits of love 

And sitting true beneath banners unfurled

Seeing wisdom feeding grains to doves. 

We can't find justice known only by the coin.

There is much more in depth to all we know. 

Let us find association rights to join

A nation which lets its money flow. 

In jest I say all mighty dollar is their God,

Which leads us all to ethics which are flawed.

an haiku

Don't worship idols

Money is only money

As it makes things move

Modern anthropoid speciation event

There seems to be a three way split in a memetic evolution of anthropoid humans.

Monoculticlans viviagrare - the 'rube': not interested in urban inquiries, they just want to tend the fields and their families, getting crops to market

Multiculticlans polysapient - open to other cultures and clans, and aware of the layered nuance where different circumstances bring about new needs for sapience.

Hominid civi-idiotus - the citiot, idiot of the city: spoiled by urban convenience, entitled to satisfaction at the other end of a phone call, almost obviously a devolution.

Let's have a party, an Annī party

Long has lived the ambition for a third party that could break the two party deadlock. I'm calling for a party with sustainability as its core plank. Annī: of, by, or for the years.