I grabbed Green Thoughts to see if it had anything about blossom end rot, and was promptly drawn back in.
She hates Thoreau, which is funny and great:
It is all there in Thoreau, the yankee Rousseau, with his seven miles of
untended beans, his dream house, 'omitting flower plots and borders,transplanted spruce and trim box,' fronting a quaking bog: 'If it were proposed to me to dwell in the neighborhood of the most beautiful garden that ever human art contrived, or else of a Dismal Swamp, I should certainly decide for the swamp.' Thoreau has always struck me as an exhibitionist, a thoroughly unsympathetic character who thought he was more original than he was. The fact is that most of his fellow-countrymen agreed with him, which is one of the reasons for the slovenliness of the American backyard.
Oh, snap[dragon]!
And this:
..like most people I can't really accept doomsday. The slow-motion
collapse of the technological structure that supports us is easier to visualize:
a world in which the few who knew how would be planting vegetables, chopping
wood and raising chickens among the ruins.
man, did she ever know what she was talking about, and in 1978. She was probably worried then because the four KISS solo LPs had just dropped.
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