I'm a Gen X! I never knew!
(Now we gotta figure out how to exploit that information and a pay a bill...)
I believe strongly in Permaculture, found out about it by a revulsion for my career choice in professional cooking, and a pursuit for something honorable to do with myself, starting with study of Alice Waters, then Michael Pollan, Eric Schlosser's Fast Food Nation, then rippling outward into Bill Mollison,
Joel Salatin,
Mark Shepard, Masanobu
Fukuoka, Gary Nabhan, and others.
I built a restaurant almost ten years ago called Gwendolyn, where we use perishable products strictly from within 150 miles, using pre-industrial, classical techniques and preparations from 1850 or before.
You can flip through history and that sort of stuff at restaurantgwendolyn.com.
To walk my talk I bought 10 acres of
land, I bought a mobile home and started living on it. I currently raise (that's a very gratuitous choice of word) sheep, goats, ducks, and
chickens. But I am far from permaculture ideals. I am actually pretty poor, so everything moves slowly around here. Getting set up out here with well, living accomodations, electricity, septic system, etc. has stripped me of pretty much all my savings. A divorce with child support cuts what is left of my income pretty thin--then the common expenses of caring for new wife and two year old baby.
Bit by bit I study and adopt whatever I can afford to do alone, with a shovel or a "come along" or my pickup truck. (That's probably not all that unusual.)
I taught myself to weld, built (and buried) all my electrical lines, built the cedar
fence around ten acres with my two older children. Move all the pieces of my poultry operation (
chicken tractors,
water storage, daily restaurant scrap dumps) every day to rotate the land and critters for benefit of all involved.
Recently been cutting open the baby's used ecologically-sound diapers to harvest the hydrocolloid gel to deposit in our very dry sandy soil, where hundreds of
trees struggle against months of blazing heat.
I have killed many rattlesnakes with a stick or a branch, in sandals and shorts. I do carpentry outdoors late at night while the ground is a parade of scorpions.
Anything useful in there?