"There are some men born with a vagrant strain in the blood, an unsatiable inquisitiveness about the world beyond their doors. Natural revolutionaries they, with an ingrained distaste for the routine of ordinary life and the conventions of civilization. The average common-sense Englishmen distrusts the Vagabond for his want of sympathy with ( Read more... )

When I was on the plane to Florida I was reading one of those lame magazines they give you in the back of the seat, and this guy was put to the task of starting a farm/garden in the back of his apartment in Brooklyn. The idea was he had to start a farm that could sustain him for a month straight. So he had chickens and rabbits and potatoes etc. He ( Read more... )