Black Markets

Cocreator’s New Corn is hurting. You wouldn’t know by watching the markets. It’s brown above ground. If I peel away the mushy browning leaf that was the first out of the ground it looks like the whorl is still green going down into the soil. I’m glad I have only sixty acres of April planted corn. That may mean I only have sixty acres left to plant to corn. Well technically replant. But if it dies as soon as you can row it coming up it’s hard to call it a replant. We had two good hard frosts back to back. Everything already emerged has turned brown. Rumors in town are the corn that was put in real early and had from three to five leaves on it has turned black down in the whorl. That’s quite a few acres around this immediate area. What if the first nineteen percent needs replanted? Who would have thought yellow corn was not that bad. We like to see nice green rows by now. Are the markets watching? Push that price back into the black.

I finished up fixing pasture fences here at home yesterday and turned the herd into the strip of grass across the creek. That should tide them over for a few days as the rest rests. I’d say regrow but with the cold maybe that’s too optimistic. I’ll have time to fix the fences up north of I-80. I want to move my young cattle without calves up there to relieve a little pressure on the pastures here at home. The young girls at least. The rest of the bulls will need to go to the sale barn if they are cleaning up nice. They’ve all started to perk up since the grass greened up. I don’t like to sell them unless they look like something I’d like to buy. That goes for most things. That doesn’t guarantee other folks will want to buy them. I still like the red cattle but most herds around here have turned black. Slowly but surely. It’s the in color. Blame Madison Avenue’s Black Angus promotion. We may have the smallest herd in sixty three years but they might be the most black. The markets are watching. Lot of black in that market.

I may get some beans in the ground this next week. As we approach June we should be getting free of frost dangers. Beans that are up freeze right off. Once the soybeans emerge their growing points emerge with them. One good cold snap and they are done. Frostbit. Turned to black. We do have other risks after frost. Lots of them. Maybe the biggest risk is from hail. In 1991 I lost a crop here at home to a hail storm June 1st. Incidentally, the same field that’s now turned brown. I have both all risk and hail on beans so both policies pay me to replant. I can actually make a profit on that operation alone. In 1991 I called in the neighbors 24 foot wide Danish tine field cultivator and turned the whole field black. Well the bottom anyway the hills were turned whatever color that soil was. I happened to be making hay at the same time. What a cluster f@ck that turned out to be. That fall those beans froze off too if I remember right. Turning those leaves black. But I don’t remember getting docked for green beans, a symptom of frost/freeze on soybeans that elevators discount for. More than the markets were watching then. Sometimes it takes a good weather scare to get prices back in the black.

That’s the bi-polar world of the markets though.

See you then, See you there.

I’ll be watching …….




Adze – A hand tool for shaping wood.

Ads – A handy tool for shaping would. (As in would you buy?)

The internet is quite a silly place. Instead of watching a few ads in order to get to the weather forecast on the original idiot box (TV for the youngsters) Today you can go to the local television station’s website and get the weather forecast directly. You no longer have to wait for the ads to play out one at a time. Now they place three ads on the page you pull up as soon as you pull it up.  First the ad that the station embeds in the beginning of the clip starts to play. Immediately and at the same time a pop up ad will load and start to play right over the ad playing. If that’s not confusing enough another whole page will pop up “under the fold”  (on a screen unseen directly under the one your watching) with an ad on it playing just as loud and obnoxious as the other two.

All three ads playing at once create a kaleidoscope of overlapping sounds that remind me of a cackling brood of chickens, or a gaggle of geese. None of the ads get any attention as you quickly go around with your mouse trying to click all the little exes to shut the damn things up. The only one you can’t skip is the embedded one that’s playing at the start of the clip. But by the time you change screens to close out the buried ad and find the little x on the pop up (they seem to put that x in a different place all the time) you have completely missed the ad they are trying to show with the clip.  This has become the little ritual mouse dance performed every time I want to watch the weather forecast on the new idiot box. (the computer for you oldsters)

It’s nice to know that when they married the two biggest waists of time in the modern world the time wasted went up exponentially. Those two waists of time being the telephone and the television.

Last summer right before I lost CoCreator’s Blog (through no fault of my own) I was noticing that WordPress was now flagging words with links to ads. Now that I’m back on a WordPress powered site called Cocreator’s New Blog I see they have added pop up ads. Please don’t feel obligated to watch or even listen to these very unwelcome interruptions. They are not there by my admission. (ad mission?) They even show up when I click on to add a post. I simply click them off. If ever the day comes when that is no longer an option I think the internet’s fantastic run will be over. People will leave it as fast as they left cable television when the ads started appearing there. Even faster than they left broadcast television. When you are paying for something already, like cable TV and this internet, you don’t want hucksters screaming in your face. You will stay at home and order from a catalog rather than going to the market overrun with hucksters.

About ten years ago I was watching a talk show where the host and the guest were discussing the lying ways of modern mass media. The guest declared that modern people who’ve grown up in this disinformation paradigm (pair of dig em) had developed a sixth sense for uncovering the lie. An automatic response that occurred on the subconscious level. Almost an instinct developed for survival. At the same time I believe we have developed a sixth sense for tuning out these advertisements. In much the same way for much the same reasons. Our very survival. I can personally attest to the fact that not only have I noticed that development in my own psyche, I think I have further evolved into an anti-ad mentality. Any more when I see an ad, especially one that’s shoved into my face when there’s no justification like here on the net I make a mental, conscious effort to never buy those products again.

So keep it up you fools on Madison Avenue. And wonder why your sales are down. You’re not driving traffic anywhere but away. Soon producers will turn around and walk the other way when they see you coming. The same way potential customers have been doing. Maybe you should have gotten a clue. It wasn’t like there weren’t many along the way.

First came the TV clicker. The TV channel changer was invented by someone who wanted the choice of running from your adds. I know I know you thought you were smart by synchronizing the major networks so all ads came on at more or less the same time. People flocked to pay TV to avoid that but you idiots started placing ads there. So some whizzbang developed the personal video recorder so they could tape the shows they wanted to watch while they did some other enjoyable activity. That way they could sit down at their leisure and fast forward it past the intrusive ads. That was good enough for a time.

Then came the promise of video on demand via this internet. The programmable video recorder had met it’s match. People flocked out to buy the new idiot boxes that made this possible and the revolution had begun. But alas, paying for the service was not enough. Madison Avenue had to get into the picture. Revenues were falling fast and a finger was needed in the Dick Van Dyke. (New York City was a Dutch city after all) New tulips to sell, get them while they’re hot. The popup ad was born. As mouse powered whack a mole became the popular pastime by default. Yet the best way to end that mole problem is to trap them (in your subconscious) and eliminate them one by one. (by individual boycott)

May the promise be fulfilled. That long ago made promise of the internet, eliminating the middlemen. Buying directly from the producer. Ads should be herded up and corralled inside the classified section of the medium. If they don’t want to totally shoot their foot off. That way if your looking for an item, or an advertisement, you’ll still be able to find them. Feeling free to click on. What do you think?

With that I think I’ll click on out of here.

Then, there.