wax_worm_futures [comrade/them]

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Cake day: October 16th, 2021

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  • This is a very tenuous alliance.

    At the capitalist bug farm, mice were always getting into our waxworms, because they buildings were poorly built, they used poorly-sealed kitty litter boxes to grow the waxworms in, and the racks easily allowed the mice to climb up (partly because of escaped-worm cocoons on them).

    We’d see them running across the main floor all the time. It was very common to open up a box after 6 weeks and see a litter of baby mice inside, and barely any waxworms. Maybe one out of every 50 was like that.













  • I went by the farmers’ market the other day and a stall had duck eggs for $8-10 a dozen. Buying 36-packs from Walmart is maybe about $1 a dozen. I don’t see it going much lower than that, or higher than $20, though.

    For a while now I’ve been fairly convinced that everyday expenditures scale logarithmically with income. The increase is pretty smooth, and tapers off pretty smoothly too.




  • A hot mess. I expect people to still be holding on to coastal real estate that floods regularly but they still do financial black magic with it. Already tens of millions of climate refugees, most western economies in a persistent state of managed collapse, lots of countries have a federal government that only exists on paper, social ties and norms have eroded on a scale we can’t comprehend due to capitalism and AI. The world order has already ended and capitalism is in the process of degenerating into techno-feudalism, yet most people are in denial about it.

    Still, many constellations of safe havens exist. At least two of which I have built, mostly with my own labor and that of my accomplices. The bug farm stands as one of the enterprises that supports a commune, another is fermented foods, another is either plastic or textile reprocessing. I live in a mud hut, it’s warm as hell, we’ve got rocket stoves and like fifty blankets.

    The maple trees where I live are all dead or moribund. But I do have a microclimate on one side of a hill where a yaupon holly I planted is growing.

    What I probably regret is trusting people too much, letting them make rash anti-social choices rather than being assertive and proverbially kicking their asses into cooperating with each other.