not agronomy


Candace Bain for @goatkibble‘s Farmer’s Wife BC

Name: Candace Bain

Age: 26

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: Australian

Traits: Technophobe, Green thumb, Eco friendly, Animal lover, Good

Skills: Gardening 5, Science 3, Logic 1, Cooking 1

Greatest Strength: She’s a good person, always willing to help. She’ll easily drop everything to help out someone else, an animal, or the planet.

Greatest Weakness: She absolutely cannot get along with electronics. Her parents joke that she needs ‘technology insurance’ for all the things she seemingly breaks with her touch.

Reason for Joining: She’s tired of the hints her mom keeps dropping about “settling down and forming a family” so she’s partly entering this competition to shut her up. She figures that even if the bachelor doesn’t turn out to be her soulmate she’ll still earn valuable experience in the farm. Of course she hopes for the best.

What is her perception of farm life?: She moved away for university to study agronomy. Now that she finished her studies, she continues living in the same town and working in a farm an hour away. She’s certainly used to the field work.

How will she contribute to farm life?: She’ll continue doing similar work to what she does know as well as help with the animals (her many pets and the horses once she gets familiarized) and with the garden. She has always hoped for one day to have her own garden where she gets all the ingredients to make delicious home made dishes for her future family.


She has two cats, a dog, a parrot and a rabbit. The parrot and dog live with her parents since she’s had them since she was around 10. The rabbit also lives there since her current apartment complex doesn’t allow them. All of the animals but the rabbit were rescues. The rabbit was just a gift from a friend.
Her dad is a doctor and her mother is a social worker. The whole family shares the love for being eco friendly and it shows on the solar panels installed in the family house. She has no siblings but has a close cousin who acts like a big brother.
She’s passionate about the planet, buys organic products and supports local farms. She’s a good person who’s always willing to help out and do her best. She hasn’t dated much before. She was always a good student and did well during college when getting her degree in agronomy.
Technology and her do not get along. She just got her first smartphone this year after her old flip phone suffered a tragic accident when it fell from a 5th floor and died instantly. Her mom then got her the smartphone she has now. She barely knows how to call with it.

International Archives Day

June 9 is International Archives Day with a theme of Archives, Citizenship and Interculturalism. In recognition of this day, University of Idaho Library Special Collections and Archives highlights our collection of 4-H club materials. A program founded more than a 100 years ago, 4-H currently reaches more than 7 million young people in more than 50 countries. While the bulk of the programs are managed through Cooperate Extension at land-grant universities in the United States such as the University of Idaho there are also independent 4-H programs being implemented on a global scale*

The clover symbol with the H on each leaf is the symbol of the program representing Head, Heart, Hands, and Health

(Illustration MA 2017-12 4-H Club Records)

Agricultural science has always been a strong focus for 4-H clubs.  The raising and showing of livestock is often traditionally associated with 4-H…

(Photo-MG 364 4-H Clubs of Idaho Records 1913-1985)

as is the study of crops and plants….

4-H members study plant seeds in an Agronomy class in 1923(PG 4-1-7)

and learning about new and innovative methods of farming.

(MG 364 4-H Clubs of Idaho Records 1913-1985)

4-H has long been providing its members with opportunities to learn about Science, Technology, Engineering and Math(STEM) through activities and projects.

Mohammed Alief with the University of Idaho Bureau of Mines and Geology discusses mineral analysis with 4-H members in 1962.  (PG 4-1-32j)

Through the years the objective of 4-H, nationally and internationally, has remained the same; development of youth as individuals and as responsible and productive citizens. This is demonstrated, for example, through the leadership opportunities offered through statewide and national gatherings called the 4-H Congress.   

Idaho 4-H delegates to the national 4-H Congress meet with Idaho Congresswoman Gracie Pfost in 1954.(PG 4-01-77d)



10 October 2016 all afternoon

Drinking tea and studying agronomy while listening to some music. It was a nice afternoon. I hope all of you are doing great, I’m sorry I’m not very active on tumblr but I have to study and go to class so I don’t have much time to write here.

Hi everyone.
So I decided to create a studyblr (spa/eng) Why? Because I’m very excited for my first day of college and for all the motivation of my favourites blogs give me // @studyquill // @emmastudies// @studying // @studywithinspo // @studywithmariana //
I love you guys. (Follow them 😉)
Well, about me I love plants for that I decided to study the carrer of agronomy engineer. I think is a very interesting.
I speak Spanish and a little English. Yes, I have a dictionary near me. (Sorry for some wrong word)
So I hope my blog be useful and motivational for other full-time students. 😊

Hola a todos.
Decidí crear un studyblr (esp/ing) Por qué? Porque estoy emocionadx por mi primer día en la universidad y por toda la motivación que mis blogs favoritos me han dado // @studyquill // @emmastudies // @studyign // @studywithinspo // @studywithmariana //
Los quiero chicos. (Síganlos 😉)
Bueno, sobre mí amo las plantas por eso decidí estudiar la carrera de ingeniería agronómica. Pienso que es muy interesante.
Hablo español y un poco de inglés.
Espero que mi blog sea útil y motivante para otros estudiantes de tiempo completo. 😊
The worst forest fire in Chile's history – in pictures
Chile is facing the worst forest fires it has ever seen, with more than 600 sq miles of land destroyed and thousands of people evacuated from their homes

Any type of help is more than welcome 

Chile is burning. The wildfires are relentless. There are 64 active fires in different regions of the center-south of the country. 240 ha (something like 950 square miles) are either burning right now or have burned down in the last 10 days

50% of the forests of native trees (protected/endangered wood) have disappeared.

Santa Olga is a whole town that burned down. People are losing their homes and their jobs, most of them work in de agronomy and animal husbandry. They are losing everything.

6 people have died fighting the fires. Firefighters are a volunteer institution in Chile, they work through donations since they are not a state company. They really need monetary help right now.

It’s been going for two weeks, and everyday is worse. I’ve been trying to look for ways to get international donations, if you want to/can help please consider making a donation.

Desafio Levantemos Chile is a Chilean ONG founded on 2010 to help reconstruct the country after the 27-f earthquake. Now they are receiving donations to help those affected by the wildfires.

How to make a donation via Swift
Financial Institution: Banco de Chile
Branch: Central
Address: Ahumada No. 251, Santiago, Chile
Beneficiary account (USD): 05-000-98027-01
Please send an email with your info and details of the money transfer for the ONG registry.

If you don’t have a solid understanding of Cuban relations with African, Caribbean, and Latin American nations, you should do some research and learn more about Cuban internationalism and learn more about why so many from the Global South admired and respected Castro. No leader/government administration is without controversy but the ways in which the Cuban government assisted my continent for decades is second to none. From the FREE educational training of thousands of African professionals (in the fields of education, science, law, medicine, agronomy/agricultural development, economics, etc.) to the military training and assistance that helped secure the independence of many Southern African nations to the active role Cuban medical professionals have and continue to play throughout the continent (most recently, the West African Ebola epidemic)…the list can go on and on.


The Mexican me. The Mexican me hates your pot. Hates the smell of it as I am driving behind your recycled cooking oil powered hipster mobile. Here in Potlandia.

This Mexican who has never smoked it. Not ever. Not once. Just not part of our values. Yes, yes, I know, you carry a different narrative about Mexican us. But true. It is not.

I hate the smell of it spilling, spewing out. Your pot which smells like white privilege. The stink of it reminds me of our black and brown. Our black and brown boys who still rot in jail for delivering it, for delivering it to your protected suburbs. .

The smell of your pot reminds me of my white room mates at the University of Illinois who sold it with impunity while our young men of color were being arrested on city corners for the same offense. Persecuted while white America toked, toked up in your suburbs, behind lily white fences while our brown muled brothers payed for your embargoed sins.

If injustice had a smell. This would be it.

Every time I am assaulted by it I am reminded that it is more important to white Potlandia to legalize your weed, than the tender flesh of our immigrant children, mothers or fathers. Reminds me that the brown of our skins, criminalized is acceptable to you. Is palatable to you. Your indifference condones it. The smell of your pot makes it clear that your apathy is conditional. That it is possible to vacate your hipster armchair ennui when it is self serving. The stink of your pot reminds me that you care. Just not about us.

I resent that our ancestral cornfields in Latin AMERICA have been turned into marijuana fields for you. To feed your insatiable habit. That your ‘innocent’ habit gave birth to and has funded the cartels’ violence against our brothers and sisters. Transformed our sacred maíz agronomy in service to the base profanity of your addictions.

So while our jails are filled to the brim with our young men, white Portlandia smokes up in the comfort of your gentrified homes. Potlandia saunters to the nearest pot dispensary without fear of persecution or prosecution. And now hoards of young hipsters are racing each other to become drug dealers to profit from the same activity that indentures still, our men and their fatherless families. The frayed fabric of our communities stretched beyond repair. For generations to come.

But soon Potlandia’s habit will be minting green millionaires who will again rewrite the narrative of displacement to describe themselves as healers and pioneers! And like Dawson Park on North Williams, our children will never get to benefit from the post displacement improvements and investments made upon spaces, which we have occupied for so long. And White Potlandia will once again reap the benefits of our communities suffering.

And while we can be grateful that no more of our young men shall be arbitrarily prosecuted and used as prison fodder to feed a for-profit prison industry; while we can only hope that this tide will turn, who will bring our young brown and black men back? Who will restore them to their daughters and sons. Their mothers and grandmothers?

Even now a kind of erasure is happening. You can see it across this city. Recently, as I drove by the Oregon Convention Center I was surprised to find that Anzen, a small Japanese grocery store and community resource, which had stood there for a generation, is gone. Replaced, by of all things, a pot dispensary. And Mr. Anzen, a survivor of the Internment Camps (another attempt at human erasure) and his life work are gone now. Erased by this new ‘industry.’

This may be what is now. But I for one, am not sure, it is the best of us. And it makes me think that the ultimate sin of privilege is to come to it without cost or consequence. And to be fully and thoroughly unaware of its exacting cost on the back of others.

The rank smell of pot then is the smell of privilege, unearned. The rotting smell of injustice. And it lingers still in the Potlandia air. ”

-Alberto Moreno