dwelling wise 1 of 3

DWELLING WISE 1 of 3

I imagine some you don’t read the comments section, perhaps scared off long ago during the reign of the Bison Survival Blog wherein I foolishly did not approve comments but allowed them unfettered publication ( this bit me in the ass later when Blogger started requesting that I remove objectionable content which turned into such a reoccurring time sink I had to delete the entire blog rather than go back through two thousand posts and delete comments ).  ’Tis a shame.  Recently we were talking about how my Bison Pit Of Doom was constructed, as a prospective new Nevada resident wishes to sample the lay of the land hereabouts.  He had some good ideas on construction, a much better plan than the one I ended up adopting through a combination of ignorance, lack of skill and a strict building budget ( hint: far better to sink four corner posts than just throw the box down the hole as I did ).  But it did get me thinking on the way we build and think about building.  Our cultural habits on dwellings.  We have been building castles when we should have been erecting tents.  We have ignored all the lessons from history and adopted all the social status dwellings from the rich while poor and delivered ourselves to the dungeon door of the bankers ( and even helped out our own subjugation by embracing their zoning ideas under greed of potential profit rather than fight against them tooth and nail ).

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From that hearty band of brothers the Celts who settled the southeastern frontier, there arose the habit of eradicating troublesome natives, squatting upon the land and erecting crude shelters and crude farms.  This was from long standing habit, as the English aristocracy were in the habit of playing fast and loose with their native land, and while they toiled from hardscrabble soil and raised a meager livestock collection, they also knew better than to sink their roots too far into the ground and make themselves a target rich environment.  Impermanence was the watchword.  Building from local materials, which was free if not easy, then moving on when the soil was exhausted, was both a way of staying out from under the thumb of the lowland dwelling slave owning local lords ( such as the over-hyped Washington and perhaps even Jefferson although I try my best to not hate him too much since he was the least worst of the batch ) but also a strategy to escape future prosecution for the crime of being free and poor.  This accounts for a lot of the South being denuded prior to the War Of Northern Tyranny and the need to move west even when the land out there proved too dry ( although given the slavery issue that accompanied the move, I have my doubts soil degradation wasn’t as responsible as simply population growth ).  The soil in the South isn’t as bad as that in the Amazon and regeneration isn’t as cut and dried.  Reconditioning has a favorable climate absent the economic pressure to over farm.  But regardless of the underlying causes, building free and farming soil unwanted by the centralized farms was a sound strategy for the underclass.  

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