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of Candle'Bre
Apr 1999
time: 05:35
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Back up from my nap, and having thought about it some more, here's what I think:
Flubber and I may differ on the timetable, but our goals (and by and large, our methodologies) are the same.
Government auctions of land to individuals (either AS individuals, or in the name of companies) seems to be the way to go, as far as doling out what land there is. (the other way would be a good old fashioned "race" similar to those done in the american west when land grants were given out....could be fun too...
Until the island can be properly surveyed, however, and those plots of land to be auctioned or given by some other means can be properly identified, there must be some brief period of banning together for our mutual survival (that is to say, if we have all come here to make a democratic free market society work, then on day one, we can't have people drifting off and beginning to build houses on land that will later be auctioned off....thus, there is some immediate need for a certain amount of pull-togetherness until at least the basics have been done (surveying the island).
As to the fresh water supply...native islanders have dealt with the problem in some form or fashion, and so shall we...
-=Vel=-
PS to the reds: No....that's not "communist" - nothing wrong with taking an organized approach. Time permitting, we could do the survey and such before landing day, and on day one, could duly start parcing out the land, but I'm assuming with the chaos of the revolution and such, we'll not have that luxury.
-V.
Last edited by Velociryx on 24-08-2004 at 23:31
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Flubber
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With a view of the Rockies
Aug 2000
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Originally posted by Kidicious
Yes. There is much to work out. You will have trouble working out this sort of thing with the libertarian. |
In discussions, our libertarian seemed very practical. beisdes he will probably decide to take one of the smaller islands as his personal law-free zone
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Velociryx
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of Candle'Bre
Apr 1999
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LoA - good plan...as to the black market...I'm betting we could convince the leaders OF those markets to cut us some fairly attractive deals, on the thinking that once we're up and running, the level of affluence on the island will be significantly higher than in war-torn Kidatopia, and we'll begin demanding an increasing amount of their products for sale.
And, since Kid was kind enough to not limit us in the *amount* of stuff we can bring, then Flub's plan was right on target with the boat and towing barge, so, tools notwithstanding, we can bring considerable resources together.
For my part, upon sale of the house here and liquidating the assets, I'll book passage on a cargo vessel heading our way, and stow the following supplies on-board: (list is a draft only, and will be modified as I think of additional things to add)
* Three of those Windmills brought to my attention earlier (3000 watts each)
* 2 Short Wave Radios
* 18 Wireless Radios for inter-island communication
* 4 large spools of copper wire
* 1 large spool of cat-5 cable and connectors
* (so far) approximately 20 disassembled geodesic domes with low wattage lighting and photovoltaic outer skins (to provide power for interior low-wattage lighting)
* Seed packs (of a type and configuration yet to be determined)
* Four watertight trunks and one thousand notebooks/three thousand pens
* 500 assorted needles
* 3000' of twine
* 600' of rope
* 1 Case each of nails, nuts, bolts, and screws (assorted sizes)
* CD-ROM's with scanned copies of as many books as I can fit (~200 titles is the target, texts on carpentry, electronics, medicine, agriculture, etc...no novels, just knowledge we may need)
* One laptop computer, and 4 spare batteries (3.5 hour life)
(more to be added later, but that is the bulk of the big stuff)
En route, I shall contact Tubes on the inside, to see if I can arrange payment for contraband tools and such to be deliverd to the island, attempting to time their arrival with, or only slightly later than my arrival, so work can begin immediately on assembling the windmills and get the juice up and running. Will also try to get a lathe and basic woodworking supplies, along with the basic components needed for a bare-bones machine shop up and running.
-=Vel=-
(more meds, and then back to bed... )
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General Ludd
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Minion of the Dominion
Aug 2001
time: 05:35
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Originally posted by Velociryx
Government auctions of land to individuals (either AS individuals, or in the name of companies) seems to be the way to go, as far as doling out what land there is. (the other way would be a good old fashioned "race" similar to those done in the american west when land grants were given out....could be fun too...
Until the island can be properly surveyed, however, and those plots of land to be auctioned or given by some other means can be properly identified, there must be some brief period of banning together for our mutual survival (that is to say, if we have all come here to make a democratic free market society work, then on day one, we can't have people drifting off and beginning to build houses on land that will later be auctioned off....thus, there is some immediate need for a certain amount of pull-togetherness until at least the basics have been done (surveying the island).
As to the fresh water supply...native islanders have dealt with the problem in some form or fashion, and so shall we... |
So there's Natives living there, and you're going to divy up and auction off all their land?
 'Liberty' island.
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Velociryx
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of Candle'Bre
Apr 1999
time: 05:35
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The Great Escape, Day Two
From the diary of Kahuna Nominee Velociryx:
Someone, I don't remember who, and I suppose it does not matter, brought six cases of whiskey to the island, and last night, a wild party ensued. Celebration for escaping the Kidatopia, I suppose, and I joined in that celebration.
Much work to be done, but for tonight, at least, a celebration.
Of course, all that drinking led to the island's first problem, and that would involve the bladder and bowels. For the time being, two small stands of trees got hurriedly designated as the "powder rooms," however, it underscores one problem that needs to get fixed up post-haste. Can't have everybody running amok on the island p*ssing all over everything.
Fortunately, the Geodesics have compost toilets built into them....all we gotta do is get a couple of them built tomorrow, and that problem should be solved.
No crime, by the way, and no incidents of violence.
I think that's for a few reasons though. One is fear. The unknown. Everybody's too scared (me included) at this point to do anything that will put the survival of the group at risk, and nobody wants to be an outcast among outcasts, so even while drinking, everybody was on good behavior.
Another is relief. Arse-busting work or no, it's better here than it is...out there.
And yet another is excitement. We have a shot here, if we can all keep our wits about us, and that's a good thing.
That's a very good thing.
***
Dawn broke with Kidicious Prime rousting us up from our stupor over the bullhorn.
More taunts and jeers from he and his officers sitting just offshore, but that's to be expected. They don't like what we represent, and are hovering just offshore to see if we fail. I would expect no less, and I intend to disappoint them.
On to business then.
I gathered up some of the island in the morning hours, and assisted them in the construction of one of the geodesic dome structures. This will be used as the base headquarters/Quartermaster's hut for the time being. Now that they know HOW to assemble one, I left them to it, and a group, led by Mara, one of the lovely Gypsy Harem, set about selecting sites for setting up the rest. Advantage - the compost toilet is now in operation, and all afternoon, there was a line to use it....go figure.
Having done that, I turned my attention to the matter of a shovel.
The tools that were supposed to arrive with me have not shown yet. I do not know if this is because the boat was intercepted and sunk en route, or if they maybe just decided not to risk it.
Nonetheless, I need a shovel, and that's the next order of business.
Ludd, our chief Agro specialist, took over the Quartermaster's hut and straightaway began organising and separating our seeds, and drafted a few volunteers to haul our equipment inside...a thankless task that will, by itself, take the better part of the day.
Q took stock of our computer supplies, and began setting the three laptops up in the Quartermaster's tent, and cataloging what cd's we have with us.
Someone had the foresight to bring along a portable stereo and some music, so we had tunes to jam to while we worked, and it was a happy sound that accompanied all the sweating and grunting going on.
Flubber spent the day with a group of volunteers showing them the ropes of the fishing trade, and from what I understand, we'll have meat tonight. Not sure how much, but anything's better than what we got now.
The whole place is just bursting with activity today though, and that is a promising sign.
LoA caught up with me about two thirds into the construction of the first Geodesic, and was grinning ear to ear as he displayed a socket set and other assorted contraband tools. That wily sucker pulled it off....excellent! He was anxious to see if he could put one of the windmills together, and I showed him the way...that should keep him and his volunteer staff busy for a while.
In the meantime, DF spent the morning hours on the horn, trying to figure out where the rest of our supplies were. Can't seem to raise Tubes, and we're all worried about him....things are scary over in Kidatopia right now....
And solo caught up with me a bit later in the afternoon with a half dozen homemade spears, so he and I set out on a little hunting expedition.
Sans tools, I needed a shovel, and thought I knew a way we could get one.
Catching a tortoise on land was the easy part. It seems they enjoy coming up to the beach and sunning themselves.
Killing one wasn't all that hard either, but man are those guys HEAVY!
After we did one in with our spears, it took us the better part of three hours to lug him back to the camp, where we got some assitance scooping all the meat out for later.
The main thing I was after was the shell.
That, and a long stick with a notch cut in it would at least allow me to scoop sand in an organized fashion until we could get a real shovel.
Once we got the shell off, actually making the shovel only took about two hours, but sheesh...what an ordeal. By the time I finally had some semblence of a working shovel in-hand, it was too late in the afternoon to do much with it, and I was too tired to even think about using it, so I flopped onto the sand to rest.
Flubber and his crew got back less than an hour later, and reported the day's catch.
There's meat enough for all tonight.
Go team! 
No politicking got done, however...so we still don't have seconds for either of our nominees, nor have a set timetable on when the election will actually occur, though I suspect that it'll be not long after we get seconds for the nominees and see if any additional folks will get nominated.
Still, I'd call it a solid day's progress.
Six Geodesics assembled means not much privacy, but everybody can sleep inside. Two of the huts were up early enough in the day that the outer skin picked up sufficient charge that we got lights on, the supplies are organized, and one windmill is assembled, but not yet running. Library is networked in its corner of the Quartermaster's hut, and nobody got hurt today, so Mrs. Flubber had an easy first day on the job. Thankfully.
Only two small freshwater streams on the island, by the way. Enough to get us by for the immediacy if we're careful, but tomorow, I'll get Q to have a look-see in our library and see what he can come up with in terms of finding a way to get the salt OUT of the seawater. Maybe we can drink that. If not...it'll quickly become a case of "water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink" Fortunately, we got lots of empty whisky bottles to store water in from the streams, so we don't have to keep making trips.
Mini-Flub provided the evening's entertainment, and shortly after dinner, everybody began peeling off to various Geodesics to catch a few winks. DF made sure he wound up in the hut with the Gypsy Harem gals...can't say I blame him there.
As for me....I think it'll be a night out under the stars, and rest for these weary eyes.
Tomorrow, Solo's got plans to head out and start surveying the island. Would have dearly loved to gotten that accomplished before we landed, but...too much chaos and not enough time...so here we are.
We'll get there though....
We'll get there.
-=Vel=-
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24-08-2004 23:26
You better talk to THEM about taking the SMALLER island.
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