A Little Misunderstanding

It still seems strange to me why the owners were so set on the removal of the garden. Being "green" is the cool thing to do, especially if you want government funding (which we didn't want, and would not take because we have something called principles).

This just goes to show how political everything can be. When a group of students growing vegetables threatens your pride with Beta Carotene, Iron AND Folic Acid (had it not been for the Folic Acid, I'm sure we would yet be harvesting our beloved vegetables), you are left with no alternative but dictatorial mandates of destruction.

Sometimes I wonder if it was just a little misunderstanding that caused this.

In the words of Emerson, "Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood."

Yeah, we're going to go with that argument, that we were simply misunderstood.

Nonetheless, we're glad we gardened, and even looking back on these sullen faces, we remember more the happy times, the smiling faces, and the greenest parking spot in the lot.

In spite of all the happenings that fateful night, we still managed to look forward to better times (or at that fat lady standing on top of a building yelling at us). And that is what counts.

Does AD 455 Ring a Bell?

The other day, a shocking discovery was made. I say this while using passive voice, because we're still not sure who made it or what it was. Regarding the garden, however, we discovered that the parkinglotgarden sign had been removed.

I'm not going to point fingers, but Mark did it. Actually, I don't know who Mark is. I was just throwing that out there to make him feel guilty if there was someone named Mark that actually participated in the vandalism.

Before we go into the gory details, let me give you a brief history of Vandalism. The term originated in 455 AD when the East Germanic tribe, called the Vandals, sacked Rome. The term stuck, carrying with it a connotation of senseless destruction.

Now I don't want to insult anyone's family history, or harass them for attending a certain school (University of Idaho), but was this not a senseless act of destruction?

Where once stood a beautifully hand-crafted (on a machine) sign now sits a hopeless residue of glue, exposed on the brick face like the Emperor in his new clothes. Discovered at the scene of the crime was a shovel, which now sits in custody along with the candlestick, revolver, and Colonel Mustard.

I was raised by a mother that taught me to respect the property of others. I suspect that those who did this were not raised by mothers, but by vandals (either that or by Tasmanian Devils). Yes, the lineage has continued through the ages, bringing with it an inherited mutual disrespect for property. For these raised without mothers (not sure how the line passed on without them, but we'll leave that for a different discussion), we will now cover the basics.

Consider yourself motherized.

Fundraiser Follow-Up

In the commotion of other events, we almost nearly forgot to do a follow-up on the fundraiser. We covered the lovely painting and showcased some of the dance moves that were dug up from their burial plot deep in the 80's, but we never focused much on the individuals.

As for the winners... well, let us take a moment to highlight these success stories.

Winners:

Spinach: Jess. Of all the winners, she was likely the most excited. It was expected, though, seeing that one serving of spinach contains 145 mcg of Vitamin K. At the time, we suspected there was some type of relationship developing between Jess and our beloved Jordan. It was never disclosed, but we recently stumbled upon this picture, taken from the neighborhood neighbor watcher watch system.

Carrots & Tomato: Ryan. About a week before the demise of the garden, I sent a text message to this lucky man, whose fortune had brought him a double dose of winnings. The text message went as follows: "Dearest Lucky Winner, your tomatoes are ripe and the carrots are ready for the digging."

The immediate response back was "Oh my gosh! I completely forgot! That makes my [year]". The time period may or may not have been changed. Moving on...

JNCO Jean Shorts: For the sake of all those who may be watching, I will not post any pictures of the lucky winner, Mr. D. West, in his new JNCOs. That being said, I have had a small desk come up missing from my house lately, and I have a hunch that it could be hidden somewhere in those deep pockets. As fate has it, we will likely never know.

Lettuce: Now the winner of our lettuce was Ms. Brown in Oregon. Yes, we did have some donations from afar, and by no means were they disqualified from the winnings. Here is a short video of the prize delivery.

And accompanying picture of its receipt

Sprinkler World Paraphernalia: I had long since forgotten who won these prized possessions, until today, when my boss walked in in full Sprinkler World garb. Bless his heart.

A Date with Kory: This may have been the only time Kory, our "other" roommate actually participated in the garden. As for the date, I never knew if anything came of it. Wait, what's that sound? Sounds like bells, lots and lots of bells.

And what about the after-paint funds? As I recall, we were supposed to deliver them to the local food bank. And as I recall, we did.

Working ON trying to become the ultimate...

Tyler prepping the grill WITHIN the garden so that he can work ON trying to become the ultimate grill-meister AT the source of the food.

We sense that a number of questions have arisen due to this photo. Let us delve into a few with an in-depth analysis.

Q: I don't see any flames, or gas for that matter.

A:You are correct. As noted, Tyler is working on trying to become the ultimate grill-meister. He has not as yet perfected it. Give him a break. Geez.

Q: Is that hat really necessary to grill?

A: Just as Samson had his hair, so Tyler has his hat. It is a mullet in hat form, and hence gives him all manlike powers. Don't even try to seduce him to remove it. He's been growing it far too long.

Q: That apron looks quite feminine. Seems like a grill-meister would have something more manly.

A: No rebuttal.

Q: Are those Great Value beef patties?

A: Yes, and I'll have you know they were a rollback.

Q: Who is peaking out of the window?

A: I swear we've been over this neighborhood watch thing a thousand times.

Q: Was this really necessary?

A: uhhh... The end. Thank you for reading this post.

Working IT IN the Garden

This picture seems quite natural, but the truth is, none of us ever worked IT IN the garden.

In fact, we found this individual (Handsome Rob) working IT IN the garden when we were presumed to be away.

It was after incidences such as this that we decided to set up the neighborhood watch system. We couldn't have people working IT IN our garden any more, unless it was us.

Here is a picture we captured just after installing the neighborhood watch system. It appears to be a picture of Handsome Rob at it again with Dave's girlfr... uh, um, er... shoot. Sorry Dave.

Working OUT IN the Garden

As college students, we were always keen on working on our fitness. We are firm believers in the old mantra "If you build it, she will come".

It just seemed logical to work OUT IN the garden. By doing so, we could often both use and consume calories at the same time. It's all about the multitasking when you're in college.

Working IN the Garden

Dave working IN the garden

He's hard at work, even during the torrential watering season.

Research suggests that a workplace with natural light and plants can increase productivity by up to 28%.

Research also suggests that mustached garden pirates make excellent bosses (lack of a mustache decreases the rating to "above average").