notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


This post should have a picture of me smiling at the camera, probabaly with both thumbs up, and bleary eyed. The caption would read; Subject: Ben Casper Soesman; Location: My bedroom, Putney, London. Time/Date: 01:02:03/04:05:06.

I would've felt pretty clever, even though a stupid radio show pointed it out to me, but instead i chose to sleep. I realise that this may not work with U.S. people because y'all do the date month, day, year, and your chance to do this would've been April 5th, 1 day after the anniversary of MLK's murder.

Well, we only have to wait another hundred years, this could be your legacy to your great grandkids or something; everyone leave in your will a stipulation that no-one is entitled to your legacy unless they ensure that provisions are made for your most direct descendant to perform this duty.

Subject; Ben Casper Soesman Location; Grove St. Charlottesville, USA; Time/Date; LAME.