Crap. Now that I start writing I realize I have more stuff to talk about than I thought I did and it’s two in the morning already.
After the last failure of the STS to produce me any seeds from the P Chunk, I somehow convinced myself that I had time to make things even more difficult for myself and go all out with my next attempt.
So I am going to take separate branches of a P Chunk plant and use colloidal silver, STS, and gibberellic acid on it, all at the same time.
What’s worse, Celt convinced me I should try three different strengths of GA, because he just likes to see other people suffer, because he’s in his basement right now plumbing his fancy new hydro setup and getting covered with septic organic sewage nutrient mixes.
I will need five branches to spray. Luckily the GA only needs to be sprayed five days in a row and then I’m done with it and down to just the CS and STS.
A Pineapple Chunk that I harvested yesterday. This is always a pretty raggedy plant.
It was just a big mangy mess that was in the back corner. I’m going to use most of it for hash and for pain cream for some elderly family members who I’ve turned into pain cream addicts.
In general other than the excitement of my hydro mix being less screwed up than usual, I haven’t had a whole lot to update on the journal lately and haven’t been spending as much time on the plants lately anyway. Not really much going on this week in the plant dept and the Blue Dream has me running around working all day...
Mostly I’ve been working on a building project, which I had to Alaska-mill some wood for. Chainsaw milling is something I did a lot of in my youth and it’s probably one main reason I am no longer young.
-First law of chainsaw milling-
‘Everything conceivable will go wrong.’
Yes the chainsaw won’t start, that’s a given. Yes the pullcord will break trying to start it and you’ll have to spend hours trying to find the lost special bit to loosen the special bolts. You will sprain your arm and bash your knuckles. You will lose the tools and strip the bolts and cut yourself on the chain and ruin your back trying to get it going. It will seize up. It will flood. It will flood some more. The spark plug will pretend to work but it actually won’t.
By the second day when you finally get it going properly and drag the beast and all your tools and crap out into the frozen wasteland behind the house, it will decide it’s cold and won’t start again, so you have to walk all the way back and get more starting fluid and tools and crap, and so on. Then on the first part of the first cut on the first log, of course the chain will break, and not only break, but break into pieces and go flying into the bushes, so then it’s back home and another day and night trying to fix the chain only to give up and resuscitate an old rusty one instead. You’ll put the chain on backwards. You’ll take it apart and put it on properly but then put the mill on backwards. Maybe shouldn't have smoked that last bowl I guess. Then one of the bolts on the mill strips so you have to go home to find a new one. Then the oiler will stop oiling, because the oil is frozen and too thick. Then the bar will overheat because of lack of oil.
I could go on and fill pages but the point is- this stuff is guaranteed to happen because it’s the just a simple law of the universe, and it has happened
every other time too. You just have to forge ahead. It’s like cold water. It’s not really OK once you’re in, but the thought that you might get out again keeps you going, to try to get to the other side.
- Second law of chainsaw milling-
‘A bunch of inconceivable shit will go wrong too.’
Who knew that the merest light tap of the hammer on a wooden shim, in a direction
opposite to your face, could send an identified hard thing straight
towards your face with 10 times the force of the mere light tap, and smack you right in your eye, so you walk around all day half blind and leaking and feeling like you’ve been punched?
Or that the little bit of extra pull cord you left dangling off the end of the pullcord knob could lash out when you’re trying to start the saw and whack you painfully right in the nipple through two jackets and a shirt? How is that even possible?
-Third law-
‘Anything can happen, or not happen, but either way it’s probably going to suck.’
After many days of agonizing struggles hefting a giant chainsaw and sucking toxic fumes and sawdust and suffering permanent hearing loss, you may or may not have the joy of being able to sit back and try to rest your catastrophically ruined back and crippled body that has been vibrated to the point of complete breakdown, listen to the peaceful sound of your ears ringing, cough, and admire the pile of wood which you may or may not have cut that is ‘worth thousands of dollars in New York’, but how are you gonna get it back to the cabin?
Or you might not. After four days you might still be working on the fucking saw...
The lighting sponsor I mentioned before, Atreum, is going to let me test a couple of their new lights. Once they’re on the market.
This sort of deal is not something I’ve done before, and honestly I was a little worried what I was getting myself into, but I needn’t have worried. Once I actually talked to them I got a very good vibe from the company, they seem totally chill, and don’t want me to tattoo Atreum on my forehead, or really do anything at all other than give them a review after. So that’s good, and a relief, and I‘ll finally get a chance to honestly compare LED to my HPS.
I’m not 100% sure yet how I’m going to work it, but as of tonight I think now what I will do is shut one of the HPS lights down and set up a tent on that side to test the LEDs in.
Previously I emptied out another room in the outskirts of the house to put the tent in, but given the freezy weather we’re having right now I might be better off to just keep everything in the main grow and let the other HPS heat it. Because HPS is very efficient for that, you know.
).
