Now I haint got me no bird dog, but I seen 'nuf v 'em. To know dat I ought 'pologise for doin jus' wha' day do. I fees laak ma niche is ta jus' keppa workin' da ter'tory. see whaz ou' dere, eh?
You, my readers, have been good about puttin' up with me, or taking what I attempt to do in stride, like you have been over some of the terrain before, or have grasped at certain concepts for handholds on a particularly difficult traverse. For that I am humbly grateful and honored by your continued risk, at reading each next line of my missals. When we can all become more adept and graceful when traversing life's challenges, evolution cannot help but occur. The thing to always keep in mind is that it will always be survival of the luckiest, after all, Darwin was a victim of his own privilege. The best word he had for himself was "fittest", and he could not even conceive of his own luck at being born healthy, wealthy and white. May we always be lucky.
The bird dog thing came to me while watching someone else bird dog a concept for others a few weeks ago. It seems that some sort of combined effort would have to be expended. After all, I'm a stagehand and we do things, but I was not in their department, I was just privy to their conversation.I was astonished at the patience required, to search an entire field for grouse, partridge or quail. That is how the person was searching for the light behind the eyes, those willing to invest in the territory. First, I assume he tried talking about whatever he wanted to share in terms that made perfect senses to him. like the dog, making the broadest arc, through the open grass. No one "got it". He doubled back, describing several of his terms more simply, but still, no one nodded in awareness of his meaning. I could see his dogged determination to get his point across, it was as if he were expanding his search pattern in ever smaller arcs just like the bird dog, he began to almost rolic (like a subdued frolic) to make perhaps a bit more noise or make himself seem bigger to any last holdouts among the grasses. He crossed and crisscrossed territory around and about each term, desperately seeking just a glimmer of understanding, then, zap! It was as if everyone got it from different directions and the metaphor continued to play out, because they all flew to action as if a covey was to have been scared off the Earth, all taking flight, but as one! Unlike the birds however, there was much bumping into one another as they each perceived that they would have to move to get whatever needed action was to take place.
We need to understand that no matter what background we bring to the table, we can never surmise what arcane knowledge that lies within and among the fissures of our brains, might be useful to any other soul. Humanity is caring about the "other" enough to share a part of yourself. In some cases the things we feel most passionately about need to be chased down, scared up or simply startled into movement to be discovered by others, but what may be most profound for them might seem inconsequential to our organism.
About a week ago, I was talking with someone at great depth about biochar. since it is my passion and I assume that most people have now heard about global warming and climate change. I prefer to call it oceanic acidification, but let's not split hairs. I had mentioned that is gives us a way to sequester carbon in soil for long periods, providing benefits for centuries, perhaps millennia. I mentioned that char has fourteen acres of surface area in each handful. I told him that it holds up to six times its own weight in water...then I talked to hime for several minutes more about the many benefits, from providing habitat for soil microbes to holding nutrients for long periods of time, almost like a fertilizer sponge. We talked about how fungal hyphae who inhabit the char can double the mass of roots, aiding in healthier plants and greater mineral and both micro and macro nutrient uptake. We discussed hoe the addition of char can exponentially increase the amount of both air and water in the soils and how with regular composting, 90% of the carbon leaves the soil within four years. We even discussed the many ways carbon is often transformed and how it leaves. Additionally, I mentioned that pyrolysis, the burning of organic material without air changes it , much like firing clay and makes it have very long residence time in soil. We even talked about how the exudate of many soil microbes acts like glue to adhere adjacent soil particles together and that this in turn is one of the favorite habitat zones for fungal hyphae, which have a "soil glue" characteristic thousands of times greater than the microbe exudate alone.
Then, out of the blue, he said "Six times it's weight in water?" as if that was the most amazing thing about it. I continue to offer classes in making the stuff. Be forewarned, it is both art and science and to get good at making it, you will need to be willing to practice the art and understand the science. I will not relent until this material is understood. I pledge to keep bird-doggin' it as long as it takes. Keep in mind that to drive 5,000 miles (nearly 8,050 km) blasts almost two tons (1.8 tonnes) of carbon into the atmosphere. It would cost thousands of dollars to offset that by adding biochar to soil.This amount of biochar would only cover a bit less than an acre at "optimal" rates of 1kilo (2.2 lbs.) per cubic meter of soil (approximately one cubic yard). Those two tons of char however would hold twelve tons of moisture even before the soil microbes held their share and before any other soil biology, including plant roots would take their share. Building soils is the only valid way that I have seen, proven to me without any doubt that would be better to use for carbon sequestration.
The fact that no one is going to get rich making it is the only reason you have not heard more about this fascinating technology. My fees for teaching are to cover the years I have put in researching techniques for making and using char and I remain passionate about learning more. One thing the bird dog never seems to notice are the dandelion seeds that they kick up while on the prowl. The tiny seeds of our experience can lead to whole villages of activity if we use the right words, or enough that everyone catches the meaning. Beware, as we all jump to act, not to run one another down!
You, my readers, have been good about puttin' up with me, or taking what I attempt to do in stride, like you have been over some of the terrain before, or have grasped at certain concepts for handholds on a particularly difficult traverse. For that I am humbly grateful and honored by your continued risk, at reading each next line of my missals. When we can all become more adept and graceful when traversing life's challenges, evolution cannot help but occur. The thing to always keep in mind is that it will always be survival of the luckiest, after all, Darwin was a victim of his own privilege. The best word he had for himself was "fittest", and he could not even conceive of his own luck at being born healthy, wealthy and white. May we always be lucky.
The bird dog thing came to me while watching someone else bird dog a concept for others a few weeks ago. It seems that some sort of combined effort would have to be expended. After all, I'm a stagehand and we do things, but I was not in their department, I was just privy to their conversation.I was astonished at the patience required, to search an entire field for grouse, partridge or quail. That is how the person was searching for the light behind the eyes, those willing to invest in the territory. First, I assume he tried talking about whatever he wanted to share in terms that made perfect senses to him. like the dog, making the broadest arc, through the open grass. No one "got it". He doubled back, describing several of his terms more simply, but still, no one nodded in awareness of his meaning. I could see his dogged determination to get his point across, it was as if he were expanding his search pattern in ever smaller arcs just like the bird dog, he began to almost rolic (like a subdued frolic) to make perhaps a bit more noise or make himself seem bigger to any last holdouts among the grasses. He crossed and crisscrossed territory around and about each term, desperately seeking just a glimmer of understanding, then, zap! It was as if everyone got it from different directions and the metaphor continued to play out, because they all flew to action as if a covey was to have been scared off the Earth, all taking flight, but as one! Unlike the birds however, there was much bumping into one another as they each perceived that they would have to move to get whatever needed action was to take place.
We need to understand that no matter what background we bring to the table, we can never surmise what arcane knowledge that lies within and among the fissures of our brains, might be useful to any other soul. Humanity is caring about the "other" enough to share a part of yourself. In some cases the things we feel most passionately about need to be chased down, scared up or simply startled into movement to be discovered by others, but what may be most profound for them might seem inconsequential to our organism.
About a week ago, I was talking with someone at great depth about biochar. since it is my passion and I assume that most people have now heard about global warming and climate change. I prefer to call it oceanic acidification, but let's not split hairs. I had mentioned that is gives us a way to sequester carbon in soil for long periods, providing benefits for centuries, perhaps millennia. I mentioned that char has fourteen acres of surface area in each handful. I told him that it holds up to six times its own weight in water...then I talked to hime for several minutes more about the many benefits, from providing habitat for soil microbes to holding nutrients for long periods of time, almost like a fertilizer sponge. We talked about how fungal hyphae who inhabit the char can double the mass of roots, aiding in healthier plants and greater mineral and both micro and macro nutrient uptake. We discussed hoe the addition of char can exponentially increase the amount of both air and water in the soils and how with regular composting, 90% of the carbon leaves the soil within four years. We even discussed the many ways carbon is often transformed and how it leaves. Additionally, I mentioned that pyrolysis, the burning of organic material without air changes it , much like firing clay and makes it have very long residence time in soil. We even talked about how the exudate of many soil microbes acts like glue to adhere adjacent soil particles together and that this in turn is one of the favorite habitat zones for fungal hyphae, which have a "soil glue" characteristic thousands of times greater than the microbe exudate alone.
Then, out of the blue, he said "Six times it's weight in water?" as if that was the most amazing thing about it. I continue to offer classes in making the stuff. Be forewarned, it is both art and science and to get good at making it, you will need to be willing to practice the art and understand the science. I will not relent until this material is understood. I pledge to keep bird-doggin' it as long as it takes. Keep in mind that to drive 5,000 miles (nearly 8,050 km) blasts almost two tons (1.8 tonnes) of carbon into the atmosphere. It would cost thousands of dollars to offset that by adding biochar to soil.This amount of biochar would only cover a bit less than an acre at "optimal" rates of 1kilo (2.2 lbs.) per cubic meter of soil (approximately one cubic yard). Those two tons of char however would hold twelve tons of moisture even before the soil microbes held their share and before any other soil biology, including plant roots would take their share. Building soils is the only valid way that I have seen, proven to me without any doubt that would be better to use for carbon sequestration.
The fact that no one is going to get rich making it is the only reason you have not heard more about this fascinating technology. My fees for teaching are to cover the years I have put in researching techniques for making and using char and I remain passionate about learning more. One thing the bird dog never seems to notice are the dandelion seeds that they kick up while on the prowl. The tiny seeds of our experience can lead to whole villages of activity if we use the right words, or enough that everyone catches the meaning. Beware, as we all jump to act, not to run one another down!
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