the Nanking Cherry
blooming in a rainy mist
pink flowers on silk
The rain and 70-degree temperatures (21 C) have given way to another Canadian clipper sweeping the Tennessee highlands with snow flurries. The birdsong and spring peepers have gone silent and the ponds are frozen over again.
I am off to Belize to teach a 2-week permaculture design course at the Maya Mountain Research Farm up river from San Pedro Colombia near the Guatemalan border. Half the class are Mayan farmers who want to redevelop agroforestry in an ecologically sustainable way. The other half is a mix of Central American and Unidian activists wanting to get a grip on the future and some of our options during and after petrocollapse, including the man who coined the term, Jan Lundberg.
It is becoming more obvious by the day that the Long Emergency has begun, ignited by the subprime meltdown that has gone global now. If you look at the schedule of rate resets for adjustable rate mortgages, what we experienced in 2007 was only a foreshock. Later this month we start the second round of resets, and the number of those coming in 2008 is more than quadruple all of the resets in 2007, and then even more arrive in 2009, 2010, 2011. The financial sector losses in 2007 are now estimated at 1 trillion dollars, approximately the net value of the U.S. banking industry. What does quadruple that look like? Efforts by government to place moratoria on rate changes, foreclosures or evictions are temporary palliatives, because someone is always left holding the bag, and that someone is also part of the economy.
Like most baby boomers, I am reaching my retirement years, although I have to say retirement is not part of my lexicon. The concept is as foreign to me as punching a clock, something I have almost never done, except as a young roustabout or temp’ing for Farm Hands to make the communal basic budget. Work is the visible expression of love, and if you design your life’s work well, it is just a way of getting paid for doing what you love. Why would anyone retire from that?
Still, I am left after 60 years with some IRAs that are now ready for harvesting, and that pushes me to make choices to try to secure the nest egg. If money — ie: the national currency — and securities — ie: the stock market — are becoming worthless and risky, where do I put the egg? Well, apart from expanding the garden with more deer fencing, laying in extra firewood and enlarging the root cellar, I can make a couple of educated guesses for asset conservation and appreciation in the mid-term.
I am out of big energy stocks and my alternate energy stocks are doing poorly. I think market direction may matter too much for those kinds of investments. More recession-resistant investments for me now include Apple Computer (AAPL), available this week with a 35-percent-off pre-MacWorld discount, and Central Fund of Canada (CEF). Whether Apple sells 10 million iPhones this year doesn’t matter that much to me because iTunes and computers are still the core for their business and in a recession, everyone tightens their belts and stays home. Computers, Skype, TV and movies on demand, and internet services will boom.
Central Fund of Canada is a specialized closed-end investment holding company where a lot of pension money in Canada is parked. It holds 90% of its assets in unencumbered, allocated, segregated and insured gold and silver bullion, primarily in bar form. CEF does not speculate with regard to short-term changes in gold and silver prices. On a physical basis, 50 ounces of silver are held for each ounce of gold and CEF’s value has risen with the rush to silver, jumping from $9 per share in October to around $14 today. The second hedge with CEF is that it is traded in Toronto in Canadian dollars, not the greenback. Canadian dollars are now at parity and headed higher, tracking the rise of the Euro as the dollar crashes.
And that is all I will say about the stock market. Wax your board.
Here is a recipe adapted from a decade-old issue of Vegetarian Times that seemed to be appropriate as we clear out the winter food storage in preparation for the Spring harvest. By now your early peas should be looking good and the strawberries are poking out of the snow. But what to do with those aging cabbages and all that dried basil? Here's a hearty dish that will warm your soul on a chilly evening.
4 to 6 Servings
- 15- to 19-oz. (1 ½ to 1 ¾ c.) cooked pinto beans
- 1 Tbs. olive oil
- 1 medium onion, slivered
- 4 medium cloves garlic, minced
- 2 medium carrots, diced
- ½ medium head cabbage, shredded (4 c.)
- 1 Tbs. chopped fresh basil or 1 tsp. dried
- ¾ tsp. sea salt
- 2 ½ c. vegetable broth or water
- 1/3 c. chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
- 2 tsp. balsamic vinegar
- ½ tsp. freshly ground pepper
- 12 oz. dried whole-wheat spaghetti
- 1 c. shredded Fontina cheese (3 oz.) or (for vegan) 1 c. tofu blended with 1 tsp lemon juice and ¼ c. nutritional yeast.
- Bring large pot of lightly salted water to a boil.
- Meanwhile, measure out 1/4 cup beans and mash in small bowl; set mashed and whole beans aside.
- In large nonstick skillet, heat oil over medium-high heat. Add onion and cook, stirring often, until softened, 2 to 3 minutes. Add garlic, carrots, cabbage, thyme and salt and cook, stirring, until cabbage has wilted, 3 to 4 minutes.
- Stir in broth and reserved mashed and whole beans; bring to a simmer. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer, stirring occasionally, until cabbage is tender, 15 to 20 minutes. Stir in parsley, vinegar and pepper.
- Shortly before sauce is ready, add spaghetti to boiling water; stir to prevent sticking. Cook, stirring often, until just tender, 8 to 10 minutes. Drain well and place in large warm serving bowl. Add cabbage mixture and cheese or tofu and toss to coat. Serve immediately.
Quote of the month:
"There have been seven disasters since humans came on the earth, very similar to the one that's just about to happen. I think these events keep separating the wheat from the chaff. And eventually we'll have a human on the planet that really does understand it and can live with it properly." James Lovelock, in The Guardian, March 1, 2008