'there is no philosophy in california'

'there is no philosophy in california' - josiah royce

after the planting out of six of the broad bean plants horsemouth has realised that it is going to be a cold night (down to 1C) tonight and the next few nights. he has therefore scattered some straw over them in an effort to keep them warm. hopefully they will survive. (he had forgotten that april is the cruellest month)

today horsemouth has been feeling a bit anxious (about the same thing he was feeling anxious about yesterday). now he has some figures (though they may not be exactly the right figures) he can start preparing a story that explains them and their significance. 

as usual when he is anxious he starts writing in the hope that it will enable him to get things in perspective (and mostly it does). he's done some reading in an effort to ease his worried mind (the joan didion - the wheat barons versus the railroads, the railroads owned the land, the peculiarly corporate nature of agriculture in california).  he has walked around.

it is, as his mum notes, a beautiful day. 

the way to deal with communal endeavour anxiety is to think of it as a bureaucratic task - the members have a perfect right to refuse the rent rise and if they do the finances of the communal endeavour are fucked (technical term) for about the next six years, there should be just about enough money to do what needs to be done (if we stretch out all the tasks to 2030), but there's unlikely to be enough money for luxuries (so that's that problem solved - no luxuries).  

last thing yesterday the ten o'clock news (more carnage and lies). 

this evening horsemouth is having an adventure - he is going bellringing (allegedly). let's see how that goes. (let's see if it takes his mind off things).