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The Northside Crop Collective
Everyone within a three-block radius has decided to stop paying rent. So nobody is anymore. This means that, although we've broken contract, we don't owe anything to our landlords anymore. This is a crisis situation. In Andy's words, we're in a state of pseudo-national emergency. It's not the emergency that's pseudo, it's the nation.

Organizational structures are cropping up here, no pun intended. We called a neighborhood meeting for anyone interested to attend, and at it we chartered the Northside Crop Collective. Basically we have a schedule of crop rotation for people with gardens in the interest of growing as much, as efficiently as we can. Andrew from the gas station, who has moved into a vacant apartment nearby, has agreed to trade some of the precious fuel for food that we get by driving out into the country. Yes, he has a car. Yes, it is a hybrid. This guy rules.

We've also been working out how much food we need and how much we have, and how to close the gap between those two figures. It's certainly not hopeless, just hard, although generally we need more rice and backup canned goods. I don't know how much I want to depend upon hunting. We don't even know how much game there is out there, and I don't want to be reduced to eating squirrels this winter.

But together, we are strong. Together, we won't let each other starve. We're not so alone anymore. Andrew and I are driving out to find some milk tomorrow. We've placed some phone calls, and the farmers seem more than happy to sell us ten gallons, at only a little more than pre-shock prices. They're trying to offload the stuff because they can't efficiently get it to consumers. Go us!