"I might be movin' to Montana soon,
Just to raise me a crop of dental floss.
Raisin' it up, waxin' it down,
Puttin' it in a little white box
That I can sell up-town...
Just me and the pygme pony,
Ridin' into the dawn of Montana."
--Frank Zappa
Circa 1973
----- Original Message -----
From: Craig Brooksby <
azipa@brxb.com>
To: <
plug-discuss@lists.plug.phoenix.az.us>
Sent: Wednesday, July 23, 2003 7:29 AM
Subject: Earthworm Farm
> Robert Ambrose wrote:
>
> > ...today has been one of those days I just want to quit and go
> > and start a earthworm farm (or anything far, far away from
> > computers (and users)
>
> I hear dental floss can be a good cash crop. It is very calming and
> Zen-like to stand in the field at the end of the day, leaning on your hoe,
> breathing in the fresh air and watching those silky white tendrils
> undulating in the breeze (of course you will need a GPS system and a
> computer to set watering schedules, check contract prices on the dental
> floss spot market, and to e-mail your congressman for an extension to the
> Foreign Dental Floss Embargo Act of 1985). Now that's a healthy,
> low-stress occupation. And your teeth will thank you too.
>
>
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