mineral fuels

Preserving antiques isn’t just a personal preference for me but an ethical action, tied so much to my environmentalism. So much of our planet has been unsustainably used for resources, mountains dug up completely for minerals and fuels, forests destroyed for their wood…

I have 1920s photos of the Great Smoky Mountains, mountaintops to the horizon and not a tree in sight. The forests regrew, but how much diversity was lost? How much never came back? The American Chestnut is gone to an introduced fungus, the hemlock is following, heart of pine no longer exists because trees can never reach the size they were before. The whole makeup of the ecosystem forever different because life reappeared in a different order than it originally populated an area. In other parts of world, you can find species so specialized they’re only found on a single mountain top…did we have and lose that here when we stripped mountains bare? How many species of plants and insects and amphibians and more did we destroy without ever even knowing they existed?

And it hurt us too. Hardwoods like walnut, used whole for load-bearing columns, replaced today in construction by cheap, soft, easily-warped pine that has to be glued together to get a wide enough piece because we’ve squandered what was available until now it’s no longer feasible to use. Craftsmanship and durability unappreciated when everything’s disposable, our ability to discern material quality, our history of developing different uses for different natural materials lost. How many potential future resources, plant based medicines, biologic-inspired materials, just…simple knowledge of the world, is gone because of our opposition to limiting our consumption, to rationing what we take so it lasts into the future, rather than exploiting it all at once?

When we paint finished woodwork and furniture rather than repair the old finish, when we rip out or “modernize” historic architecture and structures, when we leave old stone to erode away as if it’s worthless…to not respect the products we made from that destruction, to cover up the natural beauty that lead it to be used and exploited in the first place, to throw away and replace the irreplaceable with more destructively-gained and increasingly-inferior materials…painting over old mahogany as if it’s existence and use is no different from today’s laminated particle board and water-logged pine… it’s disrespectful to what was lost, it’s disrespectful to the lifeforms that died to make that piece, it’s disrespectful to the planet itself.

Sweets for Sadists

It wasn’t often that Trepan found himself with a whole Sunday to himself before his next day at work, normally sleeping most of it away on a lazy sunday with his current recharge schedule or spending it with some me time of reading and catching up on missed shows. So, markets it was. 

After all, why not? There was art works, music, old world media, fuel grades, minerals, sweets, knick knacks, and Primus knows what else in an ever changing rotation.

Speaking of ever changing, where was his usual go-to stall situated this time?


Rice, buckwheat, baked potatoes, sautéed veggies and a fresh salad, drizzled with tahini and tamari 🍚 (yesterday’s dins)

Eating in abundance is so important. Let’s view food as fuel, vitamins, minerals and nutrients. You DON’T need to restrict your calories, just change the SOURCE.

Almost two years eating #vegan and I am the healthiest and happiest I’ve ever been 🙃🙂🙂🤘🏼🍃🍜 (not to mention that vegan food is bloody delicious)

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