Kurt Saxon
Mar. 1st, 2005 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
opabiniaI accidentally found a link to an article published in 1973 regarding the organic farming of catfish in 55-gallon drums. I followed it out of curiosity. The operation is supported by feeding the wastewater to a vegetable garden, feeding table scraps from said garden to earthworms, and feeding earthworms to the catfish (It would be more efficient to eat the worms and skip the fish, of course).
There was something about the article that made me feel uneasy. Maybe it was the use of the term "survival foods." I climbed up the directory and learned about a complete nutjob called Kurt Saxon.
The Birchers, the Minutemen and the Nazis. Then when it comes to the occult, the Scientologists, the Rosicrucians, the Church of Satan, the Martianists, UFO people, spiritualists, you name it, I joined it. It was a lot of fun. I used to be a Storm Trooper, and I was a good one, in the toughest unit in the whole country but that doesn't mean I'm a Nazi. I used to be a member of the Church of Satan, right in the middle of it, but that doesn't make me a Satanist now... I am non-religious and non-political. It's like Buddha, he got the same answer, but I'm not going out teaching any sort of religion... Yes, I have gotten beyond religion, racism and politics... Genetically, I come from superior stock. All of my siblings are professional people who are quite intelligent. Both of my parents finished the 8th grade and went no further. They were ignorant hillbillies, but they were very intelligent.Mr. Saxon said all sorts of stimulating things, especially about sexuality, the nation's gene pool, and crime, but I ran out of attention span pretty quick.
The rest of this entry is very, very uninteresting. You won't understand it unless you keep an aquarium, and even then, it won't be interesting. I wrote it to kill time, because I'm not sleepy, and, more importantly, to free my mind from tiring, useless, repetitive thoughts about things I can't change for the moment.
My TetraTec Deep Water DW-24-2 air pump requires another rebuild. The rubber parts of the diaphragm mechanism harden and wear with time. I recall that I was going to write an entry about the first rebuild I performed on it over a year ago, but I don't think I ever finished it. It isn't very exciting stuff, you see, even with pictures of all the tiny, entirely not-ergonomic parts that have to come out and get replaced.
Fortunately for my five highly prized specimens of P. scrophus, and the guppies and snails that share their 55-gallon plastic drum, I had a spare Marineland Peguin 660 powerhead sitting around. With that, a reverse flow adapter, a regular powerhead intake strainer, and a length of 5/8"dia vinyl tubing (Okay, fortunately I had all that shit sitting around, too, and it took like half an hour of trying different combinations of these and other hardware scraps to get this to work), I revived the giant sponge filter that cleans and oxygenates their water.
Then there was the mysterious problem of the missing ceramic impeller shaft on my Fluval 404 canister filter motor unit. The filter was making a racket and passing no water, so I took it apart. I removed the impeller and stared at it for a bit before I realized there was nothing holding it in place. No wonder it was rattling like a motherfucker. Don't ask me where the shaft went -- I don't even have the right tool to remove it from the impeller housing. I assume it must have broken off at some point. Fortunately for my Ancistrus sp. and the six Heros severum that stare at him whenever he comes out of hiding, the Fluval MSF 304 motor unit transplants neatly onto the 404 canister. How about that. Oh, yes, I did have a spare 304 sitting around. You accumulate lots of crap after 20 years of fishkeeping.
It's kind of funny to look at all that now, and then read the part about Kurt Saxon again. At least I'm a harmless kind of crazy.
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Date: 2005-03-01 07:33 am (UTC)huzzah!
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Date: 2005-03-01 07:34 am (UTC)oh and here is the obligatory zombie comment too :P
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Date: 2005-03-01 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-01 11:29 am (UTC)At one point the authorities in Australia wanted his ass for something. The one thing he was genuinely good at was mining old how-to books and such and pulling out the good stuff. But as far as politics and society goes? Absolutely poisonous.
He blew most of his fingers off, BTW. Potassium chlorate, sulfur, and sugar, IIRC.
Didn't know his chemistry as well as he thought.
He also claimed you could run a closed energetic system as a means of surviving nuclear winter. Evidently he didn't know his thermodynamics very well either. Nutball.
bad man
Date: 2005-03-01 03:24 pm (UTC)