Tomato Harvest Boost

Tomato Harvest Boost

Tomato stems do something most plants can’t — any part of the stem buried underground grows roots. When you plant a tall seedling straight up, only the bottom few inches are in the soil making roots. When you lay it sideways in a shallow trench, the entire buried length roots along its full span.

More roots means more water uptake, more nutrients, and a stronger plant that handles dry stretches without folding. The leggiest seedling in the flat often becomes the strongest plant in the bed.

How to trench-plant a leggy tomato:
– Pinch off the lower leaves, leaving just the top cluster.
– Dig a shallow trench instead of a deep hole — long and horizontal, a few inches deep.
– Lay the stem flat in the trench with the leafy top sticking up at one end.
– Wait a couple of days for the top of the plant to start growing up towards the sun.
– Cover the bare stem with soil.
– Water deeply at planting and the buried stem starts rooting along its length within a week or two.

One thing to watch for:
– If you bought a grafted tomato, keep the graft point above the soil line. Burying it defeats the purpose — the top variety roots on its own and bypasses the rootstock you paid for. This only applies to grafted plants, which are usually labeled.

The leggiest seedling in the tray isn’t the weakest one. It’s the one with the most stem to bury.

Harm by Batch Analysis Reveals Fraud

Covid Vials From Makers

The unimaginable has been done!

Each Batch of C19 has a different formula.

The entire dataset of 12,000 Batches has been cross-referenced with the reports of Adverse Events (VAERS).

THE CORRELATION IS ABSOLUTE
•Batch Nos. ending in 20A to 20F =adverse events2 nearly nil= PLACEBO
•Batch Nos. ending in 21K to 21X =moderate adverse events: fatigue, myocarditis, clots ->Hospitalization Rate 300% > than the Norm
•Batch Nos. ending in 22R to 22Z =extremely severe adverse events 2 = Stroke, Cardiac Arrest, brain damage ->Mortality Rate 8,100% > than the statistical Norm for all drugs in History

The DISTRIBUTION is ORGANIZED so that no demographic group receives enough lethal doses to trigger 1 statistically significant signal: the adverse events were diluted to be qualified as RARE adverse events.

THEY ARE NOT RARE THEY WERE TARGETED
The PLACEBO Batches were sent to Politicians, to Media Figures, to TV, to Pharma Executives.

12,000 Batch Nos. recorded on Blockchain, with no Journal accepting to Publish.

The former FDA Head, member of the team, has transmitted the data to the MILITARY TRIBUNAL.

“This is a deployment protocol for weapons disguised as a vaccine.”

The Tribunal has accepted the data as EVIDENCE. Case No. GT-2026-041
CODE: 3 levels of Batch No., targeted by ZIP Code

(Tom: This result mirrors that which was reported during the Covid rollout by various individuals, notably a New Zealand IT person.)

Quote of the Day

“The first rule is to keep an untroubled spirit. The second, is to look things in the face and know them for what they are.”
Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180) Roman Emperor and Philosopher

Chuck Feeney

Chuck Feeney

In the 1990s, if you flew first class from Hong Kong to New York, you might have walked past a rumpled man in coach.

Wrinkled shirt. Plastic watch. Papers stuffed in a grocery bag.

You wouldn’t have guessed he was worth billions.

You definitely wouldn’t have guessed he’d already given most of it away.

Chuck Feeney made his fortune selling what rich people wanted most: status without taxes.

In 1960, he and his Cornell buddy Robert Miller opened the first Duty Free Shoppers location in Honolulu.

The concept was simple: sell luxury goods in airports and ports where travelers didn’t have to pay import duties.

Whiskey. Perfume. Designer handbags. All tax-free.

When Japan lifted travel restrictions in 1966, everything changed overnight.

Millions of newly wealthy Japanese tourists wanted Western luxury goods. DFS was perfectly positioned.

Chuck learned Japanese. He hired translators. He made deals with every tour operator who’d listen.

By the 1980s, Duty Free Shoppers dominated global luxury retail.

Chuck Feeney was a billionaire several times over.

And nobody could figure out why he lived like he was broke.

His business partners started to worry.

Chuck wore the same ratty sweater with holes in it. He owned exactly one sports jacket—no tuxedo, ever.

When DFS executives traveled, they stayed in five-star hotels. Chuck stayed in budget motels.

They flew business class. Chuck flew coach—often on the cheapest ticket he could find, which sometimes meant three connections instead of one.

One colleague offered to upgrade him. Chuck refused.

“Why would I pay more for the same destination?”

He didn’t own a house. He rented. No car—he’d take taxis or the bus.

When he absolutely needed wheels, he’d rent the cheapest vehicle available. Usually a dinged-up Volvo.

His watch cost fifteen dollars. Plastic Casio from a drugstore.

Some partners thought he’d gone crazy. Others whispered he must have gambling debts or a secret family draining his accounts.

The truth was so much stranger.

In 1982, Chuck created something called The Atlantic Philanthropies.

It was registered in Bermuda. The paperwork was dense and deliberately obscure.

In 1984, he transferred his entire stake in DFS—worth over $500 million—into the foundation.

He kept less than $5 million for himself.

Then he started giving the money away.

Hospitals. Universities. Human rights organizations. Medical research.

Millions of dollars flowing out every month.

But here’s the twist: nobody knew where it was coming from.

Cornell University suddenly received massive anonymous donations. Administrators had no idea who their mystery benefactor was.

Universities in Ireland got similar windfalls. So did hospitals in South Africa. AIDS clinics. Research centers in Vietnam.

The recipients would ask: “Who’s funding this?”

Atlantic Philanthropies would respond: “We prefer not to say.”

Chuck had become a philanthropic ghost.

Why the secrecy?

Chuck had two reasons, both practical.

First: “Once people know you have money to give away, they never leave you alone.”

He’d seen it happen to other philanthropists. Every charity on earth sending proposals. Every fundraiser calling. Every gala demanding his attendance.

Chuck didn’t want to spend his life saying no.

Second: He believed anonymity kept the focus on the work, not the donor.

“It’s not about me,” he’d say. “It’s about what gets done.”

So Atlantic Philanthropies operated like a intelligence agency.

Grants went out through intermediaries. Contracts had confidentiality clauses. Even some of Chuck’s own children didn’t know the full extent of what he was doing.

His ex-wife found out during their divorce proceedings. She was stunned.

For 15 years, Chuck ran the largest private charitable operation in the world—and almost nobody knew his name.

The secret broke in 1996.

LVMH—the French luxury conglomerate—bought DFS for $1.63 billion cash.

The sale required public disclosure. Chuck’s name appeared in documents.

Reporters started connecting dots.

A New York Times business writer named Judith Miller began investigating.

Wait—this guy who dresses like a grad student owns half of Duty Free Shoppers?

And he gave it all away?

Fifteen years ago?

The article ran in January 1997, buried on page D4: “He Gave Away $600 Million, and No One Knew.”

Except the number was already wrong. Chuck had given away much more than $600 million.

He just hadn’t told anyone.

Once the secret was out, Chuck didn’t change much.

He still flew coach. Still wore the fifteen-dollar watch. Still carried papers in a plastic bag.

But now people understood.

He wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t broke.

He’d made a choice.

He’d decided that watching his money do good was better than watching his money sit in a bank.

Warren Buffett called him “my hero.”

Bill Gates studied his methods.

In 2011, when Buffett and Gates launched the Giving Pledge—asking billionaires to commit to giving away at least half their wealth—Chuck was one of the first to sign.

Except he’d already given away 99% of his fortune. Thirty years earlier.

“Chuck was showing us the way,” Buffett said, “long before we knew we needed a guide.”

Between 1982 and 2020, Chuck gave away $8 billion.

Let that sink in.

Eight. Billion. Dollars.

Almost a billion went to Cornell alone. The university renamed a street “Feeney Way” in his honor. President Frank Rhodes called him Cornell’s “third founder”—as significant as Ezra Cornell himself.

But Chuck’s giving wasn’t scattered. It was strategic.

He focused on four areas: aging, children and youth, public health, and human rights.

He funded campaigns to abolish the death penalty. He backed the grassroots effort to pass the Affordable Care Act.

He paid for AIDS treatment in South Africa when governments wouldn’t.

He built hospitals in Vietnam. He supported peace negotiations in Northern Ireland—his advocacy helped bring about the Good Friday Agreement that ended the Troubles.

He didn’t just write checks. He got involved. Pushed. Strategized.

“Giving isn’t passive,” he said. “You have to make things happen.”

By 2019, Chuck was 88 years old and in declining health.

The foundation had one mission left: spend every remaining dollar.

Not preserve it. Not create an endowment. Spend it all.

“Dead people don’t give money,” Chuck liked to say. “Live people do.”

On September 14, 2020, Chuck logged into a Zoom call from his tiny rented apartment in San Francisco.

His wife sat beside him. Foundation board members filled the screen.

Chuck signed the papers.

Atlantic Philanthropies officially had zero dollars left.

Mission accomplished.

“We learned a lot,” Chuck said. “We’d do some things differently. But I am very satisfied.”

He paused, smiled slightly.

“To those wondering about Giving While Living: Try it. You’ll like it.”

Chuck Feeney died on October 9, 2023, at age 92.

He died the way he’d lived for the past 40 years: with almost no money to his name.

His estate was modest. No mansion to divide among heirs. No vault of assets. No fortune to fight over.

Just the satisfaction of knowing that $8 billion had already done its work.

Built hospitals. Educated students. Protected rights. Saved lives.

Here’s what makes Chuck Feeney’s story different from every other billionaire story:

He didn’t wait until he was dead to give his money away.

He didn’t create a foundation that would spend 5% per year in perpetuity while the principal grew.

He didn’t put his name on buildings or demand gratitude.

He spent it all. Fast. While he could still see what it accomplished.

And he did it so quietly that for 15 years, the world’s business press thought he might be broke.

His business partner thought he was broke.

His own children didn’t know until they were adults.

For 15 years, Chuck Feeney ran the world’s most successful secret operation.

And the only thing he smuggled was generosity.

Eight billion dollars of it.

All gone.

All exactly where he wanted it to be.

7 Layer Food Forest

7 Layer Food Forest

A food forest is a garden designed to work like a forest. Seven layers of food production stacked vertically, mimicking natural ecosystems.

CANOPY – Large nut and fruit trees (walnut, pecan, chestnut). The ceiling of the system.

UNDERSTORY – Smaller fruit trees (apple, pear, plum). Thrive in dappled shade beneath the canopy.

SHRUB – Berry bushes (blueberry, currant, gooseberry). Fill the gaps between trees.

HERBACEOUS – Perennial herbs and vegetables (comfrey, sorrel, rhubarb). The medicine and salad layer.

GROUND COVER – Creeping plants (strawberry, clover, mint). Protect the soil and suppress weeds.

VINE – Climbers (grape, kiwi, hops). Use the trees as natural trellises.

ROOT – Underground crops (Jerusalem artichoke, groundnut, garlic). The hidden harvest.

Once established, a food forest requires no tilling, no fertilizer, no irrigation, and no replanting. It feeds itself. It builds soil. It gets more productive every year.

Forests have operated this way for 400 million years. We just finally stopped to notice.

The Activist and the Farmer

The Activist and the Farmer

Activist: “Your cows are putting carbon into the atmosphere.”

Farmer: “Where did they get it?”

Activist: “What?”

Farmer: “The carbon. Where did the cow get it before it put it anywhere.”

Activist: “From… eating?”

Farmer: “From eating grass. And where did the grass get it.”

Activist: “The soil?”

Farmer: “The air. The grass pulled it out of the air last spring. The cow ate the grass. The cow breathed some of it back out. It went back into the air it came from.”

Activist: “But it’s still going into the atmosphere.”

Farmer: “It’s going back. There’s a difference between a thing going somewhere and a thing going back. You’ve described a circle and you’re frightened of it.”

Activist: “Then just don’t have the cow.”

Farmer: “The grass still dies in autumn. It rots where it falls. The carbon goes back into the air either way, just without anyone getting fed in the middle.”

Activist: “It’s not that simple.”

Farmer: “It’s grass, cow, breath, grass. Or it’s grass, rot, air, grass. Same circle, fewer dinners. If that’s complicated for you I’d stay away from the water cycle. That one’s got clouds in it.”

The Graphical User Interface

Adele Goldberg

In December 1979, Adele Goldberg was told to report to a conference room inside a low, modern office building on Coyote Hill Road in Palo Alto, California. Waiting for her inside was a skinny twenty-four-year-old entrepreneur with intense eyes, restless energy, and a reputation for pushing until people broke.

His name was Steve Jobs.

Goldberg already knew why he was there. And she hated it.

Outside the windows, Silicon Valley still looked half-finished. Apricot orchards had not entirely disappeared yet. The region had not become the center of the technological universe. Most Americans still thought computers belonged in government buildings, banks, or universities. They were enormous machines hidden behind locked doors and operated by specialists in white shirts and ties.

But inside Xerox PARC, the future had already arrived.

The Palo Alto Research Center did not feel like a corporate office. It felt like a secret laboratory from a science fiction novel. Hallways smelled faintly of solder, warm plastic, and coffee that had been sitting on hot plates too long. Engineers wandered between rooms carrying stacks of punched paper printouts. Wires snaked beneath raised flooring. Cooling fans hummed constantly in the background like distant engines.

The researchers there were not trying to make slightly better office machines. They were trying to reinvent the relationship between humans and computers.

Adele Goldberg stood near the center of that revolution.

She was a mathematician, computer scientist, and one of the key architects behind Smalltalk, a programming environment so advanced that much of the world would not fully catch up to it for years. She managed the System Concepts Laboratory, where researchers believed computers should become personal, visual, intuitive, almost playful.

At the time, interacting with a computer was still an intimidating experience for ordinary people. Machines communicated through command lines. Users typed precise instructions into black screens glowing with green or amber text. One typo could stop everything. To use a computer, you had to think like the machine.

Goldberg and her colleagues wanted the opposite.

They believed the machine should adapt to the human being.

So they built windows that could overlap on the screen like sheets of paper on a desk. They created icons you could move with your hand. They developed menus that appeared instantly when requested. They designed a cursor controlled by a small device most people had never seen before: a mouse.

The Alto computer running this software looked strange for its time. The monitor stood vertically, shaped more like a printed page than a television. The computer itself sat beneath the desk in a heavy metal case about the size of a compact refrigerator. Researchers used it to send electronic mail years before most Americans had heard the phrase. They wrote documents, shared files, and printed them on laser printers that felt almost magical compared to noisy typewriters.

Inside PARC, the modern world already existed in prototype form.

Almost nobody outside the building understood what they were looking at.

That included Xerox corporate leadership in New York.

Xerox dominated the copier industry and made fortunes from office machines. Executives thought in terms of paper movement, manufacturing costs, toner cartridges, and leasing agreements. Software barely registered in their worldview. They saw computers as specialized business tools, not devices every household would someday own.

Then Apple Computer came calling.

Apple was still young in 1979. Successful, but scrappy. Their Apple II had sold well, especially in schools, yet the company still felt fragile compared to giants like IBM or Xerox. Steve Jobs knew Apple needed something revolutionary to stay ahead.

And rumors about PARC were spreading through engineering circles.

People whispered about machines with pictures on the screen instead of text. About windows. About a pointing device. About software that felt alive.

Jobs became obsessed.

He arranged a deal with Xerox executives. In exchange for allowing Apple engineers to see PARC’s technology, Xerox would receive the opportunity to invest one million dollars in Apple before its public stock offering.

To the executives in New York, it sounded harmless. Maybe even generous. They believed they were trading a research tour for a potentially profitable investment.

Goldberg was horrified.

She argued fiercely against the demonstration. She warned management they were handing a competitor the most important technological breakthrough in the industry. She understood immediately what the interface represented.

This was not a copier improvement.

This was the future of human-computer interaction.

She later recalled feeling physically sick over the decision. She tried to avoid participating entirely. At one point, she asked if another engineer could handle the demonstration instead. Management refused. She was the lab director. If Apple was going to see the technology, it would come from her.

The order was direct.

Do the demonstration.

Or be considered insubordinate.

So Adele Goldberg walked into the conference room.

Jobs entered with several Apple engineers, including Bill Atkinson, one of the company’s most gifted programmers. Jobs was intense from the start. Barefoot at times during that era, impatient almost to the point of aggression, he moved through rooms like somebody permanently late for an appointment nobody else could see.

Goldberg sat at the Alto terminal.

Then she began.

She moved the mouse across the desk, and the cursor glided across the screen in real time. She clicked a button, and a menu dropped open. She pulled one window over another. Text and graphics coexisted on the same display. Files could be moved visually instead of through typed commands.

The Apple team stared.

Jobs paced back and forth around the machine, interrupting constantly with questions. How fast could it render graphics? How was memory being handled? Could the windows resize dynamically? How did objects communicate inside the software?

Atkinson leaned toward the display, studying every detail.

The demonstration lasted for hours.

Goldberg showed them Smalltalk’s object-oriented programming system, one of the most influential software concepts ever created. She explained how digital objects could interact independently while remaining part of a larger environment. It was elegant, flexible, and radically ahead of its time.

Jobs looked stunned.

At one point, according to people present, he exploded in frustration toward the Xerox representatives.

“Why aren’t you doing anything with this?”

He could not understand how a company could invent something so revolutionary and fail to recognize its value.

But Xerox leadership did fail to recognize it.

That was the tragedy.

The executives saw the Alto as an experimental workstation for researchers, too expensive and impractical for consumers. They believed ordinary people would never need graphical interfaces or mice. Computers, in their minds, remained tools for specialists.

Jobs saw something entirely different.

He saw the first truly personal computer.

He left PARC electrified. On the drive back to Apple headquarters in Cupertino, he reportedly talked nonstop about what he had just witnessed. Existing Apple projects were suddenly obsolete in his mind. Text-based systems no longer mattered.

Apple would build machines based on the ideas he had seen that day.

The Lisa project accelerated first. Then came the Macintosh.

Meanwhile, something else important happened inside Apple’s engineering rooms. Bill Atkinson realized he could not simply copy what he had seen at PARC directly. He needed to make it faster, cheaper, and commercially viable on smaller hardware. So Apple engineers developed entirely new methods to render graphics and overlapping windows efficiently.

The PARC demonstration did not hand Apple a finished product.

It handed them a direction.

And that direction changed history.

In January 1984, Apple unveiled the Macintosh.

The launch felt theatrical, almost mythic. Millions of people saw a computer that smiled, talked, displayed graphics, and invited users to point and click instead of memorizing commands. For ordinary consumers, it felt revolutionary because it was.

The modern graphical user interface entered public life.

Soon Microsoft adopted similar concepts for Windows. Other companies followed. Overlapping windows, desktop icons, dropdown menus, digital folders, trash cans, and mouse navigation became universal parts of everyday existence.

Children learned them instinctively.

Billions of people eventually organized their lives around concepts born inside that PARC laboratory.

And yet Xerox barely profited from any of it.

The company did release its own graphical workstation, the Xerox Star, in 1981. It was expensive, awkwardly marketed, and aimed mostly at corporations. Xerox never understood how to transform the ideas into a mass consumer product. Their invention arrived wrapped in the thinking of a copier company.

Apple wrapped the same ideas in excitement, design, personality, and ambition.

That made all the difference.

Goldberg stayed at PARC for another decade before leaving to found her own company. She continued working in software and education, eventually becoming president of the Association for Computing Machinery. Inside computer science circles, her influence remained enormous, even if the public rarely knew her name.

Steve Jobs became a global icon.

The executives who approved the PARC demonstration retired comfortably.

The original Alto machines became museum pieces.

But the real legacy never sat in museums.

It spread across desks, offices, schools, apartments, and eventually pockets around the world.

Every time you drag a window across a screen, click a menu, move a cursor, or organize files visually, you are using ideas Adele Goldberg and her colleagues built inside a quiet laboratory decades ago.

She did not invent the future alone.

But she helped build the window the modern world still looks through.