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When I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter O (overripe bananas), I think smoothie or banana bread. This morning I chose banana bread.

This loaf took 15 minutes to assemble and I think it was worth every minute. There’s nothing like homemade banana bread. Yum.

My Banana Bread Recipe (adaption of a Cooking Light recipe)

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Beat together the following ingredients until well-blended: 

3 or so ripe bananas mashed
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup vanilla yogurt
1/4 cup melted butter
splash of vanilla 
2 eggs

Now add the dry stuff:

2 cups flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt

Butter a loaf pan and pour in the banana bread mixture. Bake until the middle is firmish – 40 minutes at 350 degrees (my kids like banana bread a little doughy). Let the bread cool for 10 minutes before attempting to remove from the pan.

If 15 minutes seems too time consuming for a single loaf, double the recipe. Then pop the extra loaf into the freezer for another day.

Homemade banana bread: A simple tasty treat.

Who needs dressing
with such an exotic salad?
Fresh earth glides
right past my lips,
fat-free
but still
straight to my hips.

Come reap the ripe flesh
you have sown
into my garden.

Thoughts of love
sprouting like spring time
in the autumn
of a weary heart.

You will be my undoing.
My untouchable.
The undressing
to my salad.

Little Britain Designs gifts us another set of bloodstained street wear (Urban Warrior M) this week.

The package includes the belt with baseball bat and the bloody bandages. The boots (New Rock MPX Extreme Black Boots) are not free but they definitely kick ass – quite literally.

Hair: MHOH2 # 1 MADesigns (JIN)

Skin: MeteoRain - MR-Male Skin(Eric) Lucky Board Prize, includes a shape (not worn)

Bike: ((RIPE)) HYPNOZOOM Bike *Limited Time Subscribo Gift!*

Btw: Don’t forget to download your *booN grim reaper(DEATH) costume (booN updates group gift) if you haven’t done so yet.

Apples for cider and then possibly vinegar ripen in the sunshine in the orchards of Ashgrove Farm in the village of Marden on August 8, 2007 in Herefordshire. The cider farm produces in the time-honoured Herefordshire practice of combining livestock farming with the growing of cider apples. Sales of cider have overtaken beer in off-licences and now top one billion pints a year.

A month ago we took the bikes and empty rucksacks to Elwell Farm down the lanes between Beaminster and Bridport. It’s that time of year when the orchards are in full swing and you can go and pick your own delectable sugar straight off the tree. I struggle with encouraging my children to eat fruits. Problem is, it’s partly -or mainly- my fault because so do I. Give us a peach in Summer in the south of France and we fight over it, almost. I let them have the last one, obviously. But try and appreciate most fruits from the supermarket and it just does not work. Apples are rarely juicy, pears are either hard as rock or let to ripen and you wonder if you are eating a sponge dipped in fine sand. I won’t even start entering the food mile debate. We’re lucky our local greengrocer has wonderful local produce but I thought that getting the fruits from the trees at the end of a bike ride might just tickle the tastebuds of my sporty men, big and small.

A month on, I go down to the cellar where we have stored the pears and apples we picked and I am amazed. They have all gone. That’s over three kilos of fruit in four weeks. I was planning to make compotes but all I managed to bake or cook is one apple tart and a few sauces to help sausages and meat get closer to children’s tastebuds. Could be that every time a little friend comes round I get the children to tell them where they come from. And kids love it. That’s how the last few pears went yesterday, after football.

My favourite bit is that my 12 year old loved it so much he decided to take his mates there on his birthday. A bike ride with a sweet purpose. Bless the owner, he was not open for pick your own that day but he let the kids pick the fruits anyway. Dad bought a few more kilos and all came back with smiles on their faces. We sent the friends back home with a bag full of apples and pears. Isn’t that the best ‘thanks for coming to my party’ bag ever?

Picking fruit at Elwell Farm

Wine glass and grapes

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A neighbor’s garden, which I blogged about twice before, has almost ripe fall fruit. This garden consists of no more than eight potted plants and some hanging baskets, occupying a small footprint and extending two stories up to the front entrance.

Above are figs, and below grapes. The fig tree seems to have busted its way out of the plastic pot and somehow found the soil below the street’s pavement.

On the first day of October, I visited Ginza Farm, and saw the rice is almost ready to be harvested.  San Francisco Chronicle’s transportation reporter asked to interview me about Tokyo Green Space, and I thought there was no better public place to meet than Ginza Farm. The reporter’s interpreter told us that one sign that the rice is close to being ready is that the stalks start to droop under the weight of the grains.

As promised, a bit of eye-candy to hold you over until I get the “feature” post finished. (I’m shooting for Monday.)

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost–
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

– Robert Frost

Happy Fall! The last of my tomatoes were picked over the weekend. For the ripe ones, I found an easy to make and delicious cream of tomato soup recipe on Epicurious. If you are a fan of tomato soup, I highly recommend it. The recipe produced a heavenly flavor with a mild sweetness behind the tomatoes and sauteed onions. I made a few tweaks to the recipe by cutting the amount of cream/milk and adding more chicken stock; adding more onions; and blending the soup so that it was less of a stew and more of a soup. The result…happy me and happy boyfriend plus dinner for tomorrow!

Ingredients:
5 tablespoons butter
3/4 cup chopped onion
4 tablespoons flour
2 cups milk
2 cups chicken stock
1/2 bay leaf
1 1/2 teaspoons sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
3 cups tomatoes, chopped

Easy Directions:
Melt butter then add onion in a large pot until onion is soft (not browned though). Add flour, milk, chicken stock, bay leaf, sugar, and salt to pot and stir occassionally. In a seperate bowl combine baking soda to tomatoes and mix. Add tomato mixture to the pot with the other ingredients. Stir together. Last, blend the soup in batches so that consistency is smooth. Enjoy!

The bee that stings never does again.

The wise is aware of his ignorance, but the fool is ignorant even of his awareness.

The smoking hand is an idle hand.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping mind.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded is a lawn mowed.

The dry well is a lonely well.

A color is worn in season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A ripened fruit falls free from the vine; the immature cling fast.

Suppose religion were superstition, that God were a god, that the creator were man.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping head.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded awaits a mowing.

The dry well is a desolate well.

A color is worn in a season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A smoking hand is an idle hand.

A ripened fruit falls from the vine; lo, the immature cling fast.

John 4:35 “ . . .I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest.”

Something has really stirred in me concerning the kinds of prayers we are praying for the harvest of souls in these last days compared to what Jesus said.  Maybe you’ve heard these phrases prayed, or even prayed something similar yourself.  “God, bring in the harvest!”  “We call for the harvest to come in.”  “God, make them ready.”  While these prayers come from the sincere hearts of those who want people to know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, they are unscriptural – do not agree with what the Word says – so they are ineffective.

The harvest is ready already.  If it was true when Jesus walked the earth, it is still true today.  Let’s think about it.  When a natural field is ready for harvest, does the farmer – even the most God-fearing among them – stand in his barn and beg God to bring in the harvest for him?  No.  Neither does he command the harvest to pull itself up and come into the barn.  The farmer, along with others who help, goes out with the proper equipment and harvests those crops, bringing them into the barn.

Matthew 9:37-38 “³⁷ Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. ³⁸ Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”

This is a prayer we can pray concerning the harvest that will definitely be answered.  Jesus made it very clear that we are to ask the Lord of the harvest to send forth workers into His harvest field.  He didn’t say to ask Him to ripen the crops, or bring them into our churches so our pastors can lead them in the sinner’s prayer.  He didn’t even say to call for the evangelists to go.  He said to ask the Lord to send workers.  It’s very simple, but when you pray this prayer, remember that you might be one of the workers you’re praying for.

Mark 16:15-16 “¹⁵ He (Jesus) said to them (disciples), “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. ¹⁶ Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.”  (Words in parentheses are inserted for clarification, and underlined for emphasis.)

Jesus told us, those who follow Him, to go into all the world – where the harvest is.  He’s given us all the tools we need (His Word and the Holy Spirit), but He will not do it for us, nor will He have the harvest come to us.  Those who believe the gospel we share, when we go, will be harvested for eternal life.  Jesus wants passionately for the lost to hear and believe, and He wants passionately for us to be the ones who take the gospel to them.  He said, “Go!”  And He said, “Pray for more to go.”  It’s harvest time.  Will you obey?

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On September 6th, 2009, Spamhaus blocked a /16 which is 65,536 IPs (1 Class B) on its SBL. This listing is filed under SBL68517. The IP range that is being blocked is 132.240.0.0/16. One can view the ASN information of 132.240.0.0 at robtex. According to robtex, the upstream for this range is AS3257 which is Tinet (formerly Tiscali). There are 3 current SBLs related to this large blocking: SBL68517, SBL78348 ( 207.86.112.0/21 of XO.com ) and SBL78350 ( 38.97.224.0/24 of Cogentco).

If one is rusty on subnetting (how many IPs after a / listing), one can check the CIDR entry on the wiki. Having over 65,000 IPs blocked by Spamhaus is generally a big deal to ISPs and webhosts. Spamhaus in its diligent research of the worst spam ogranisations has determined that this IP range which is owned by Oracle (AS794) is hijacked. Spamhaus classifies such activitiy under ROKSO as Zombies. Nearly all Spamhaus’ ROKSO (Register of Known Spam Operations) entries are names of companies, people or something similar which are known to engage in large scale spamming activities. Spamhaus lists such groups on its ROKSO lists if the spamming operations have been terminated with at least 3 different ISPs. Zombies (the activity of hijacking networks of IP ranges) gets its own entry.

The problem of zombies (hijacked netblocks) appears to be an issue in fighting spam and blocking various rogue networks. Spamhaus updates a list of DROP (Don’t Route or Peer) networks (hijacked netblocks or zombies) on its website for network administrators to use to block unwanted traffic to their networks, firewalls or webservers.

It would seem that the Regional Internet Registries (RIRs which are LACNIC, ARIN, RIPE, AfriNIC, and APNIC ) would be more protactive in preventing hijacking from happening in the first place. The RIRs allocate the IPs to different organizations, mainly to ISPs and large corporations. Perhaps IANA (Internet Assigned Numbers Authority) which is oversees the allocations of IP addresses should take some action as well in minimizing the stealing of netblocks on the Internet by spammers. But then again, one who watches the issue of fraudulent domain name purchases knows that ICANN is not taking direct action that often in minimizing falsified domains purchased by spammers often using stolen credit cards. These fraudulent domains are then used in many spamming activities including fast flux DNS on botnets.

I have returned. And I come bearing the bad news that I believe agriculture has failed us. Or, more aptly, that we, as a species, have failed the practice of agriculture.

On my trip, I picked up a few melons from a farm stand. I don’t usually drive for these trips but it wasn’t as distant as some and I was in the mood for a road-trip. And I could bring more stuff back with me, which is always a plus. So, it being summer, and having a penchant for melon-meat anyway, I could not resist the lovely array of melons the farm stand offered. I picked a quintessential seasonal trio of watermelon, canteloupe, and honeydew, each which I was assure was “ready to cut and eat” as early as that very evening. They looked wonderful. They smelled wonderful. I could hardly wait to dig into the soft flesh and find out whether they also tasted wonderful.

Long story short, they didn’t. Not one of them. Even after picking the ripest of the lot, the only one actually “ready to cut and eat” was the watermelon, which turned out to be very juicy (a good thing) but almost flavorless (not a good thing). But watermelon is finicky, I understand, and depends a great deal on both rainfall and soils (similar to the grapes of vineyards, I suppose, which is how some connoisseurs can hone in on what region produced a wine from a single taste). So okay, no harm no foul, on to the next melon.

The canteloupe aged three days before I cut it, even though it already had a large soft spot on one side (which allowed me to get it for a fraction of the asking price). Again, after picking through the lot and going with the ripest one, it simply wasn’t ready. But after waiting as long as I dared, I cut it with a watering mouth and eager tastebuds, ready for that sweet soft orange flesh to practically melt on my tongue. The first sign that my plans were going awry came when the melon fell in two halves and I stared at its white innards. White, not orange, like every other canteloupe I had ever cut that was even remotely near ripeness. Uh-oh. It wasn’t soured (my primary fear from that large soft spot on the side) but was, again, almost flavorless. The hue of the heart deepened to a pale peachy color and tasted as though someone had lightly drizzled it with the juice of an actual ripe canteloupe … and the rest was bland. Not sweet, not sour, not bitter, nothing. And the meat itself was actually tough. For the first time in my life, I fought to scoop bites of it out with a spoon. “Well,” I reasoned, “the farm also grows gourds so maybe this one accidentally crossed with one of them.” I try to play devil’s advocate, but it was disappointing. Ah, but the honeydew still awaited. I love a good sweet honeydew and I thought if it were a fraction as good as it should be, all would be forgiven.

I waited 10 days on the poor honeydew and it never did ripen. Ten days! Packed into the trunk, I drove it over half the country and let it sit another couple days after arriving home and it still was not ripe. But, too, was developing soft spots so I reluctantly cut it and discovered … a multi-color melon. The green around the rind was still three-quarters of an inch thick (which I take to mean it would actually have needed another week or two to fully “ripen”), and that layer was topped with light orange region comparable to – guess what -canteloupe. The third layer, the heart, was indeed the pale greenish-white expected of a honeydew. And the flavor was non-existent. Half a dozen bites of the heart had a faint trace of something like honeydew and canteloupe mixed and the rest was simply wet. And tough. So tough I eventually gave in and used a knife to carve the meat up. I was disgusted and ate only one slice; the rest was cut and thrown to mulch.

You can say it was just one farm, just one stand and a bad year and maybe all kinds of produce were cross-pollinating … but I don’t believe it. I haevn’t had a good melon from grocery stores in years and roadside stands are hit-and-miss at best. I had hoped a farm stand, from a commercial farm, operating only a few scant miles from the farm itself, open daily, would have melons picked within a few days of being full ripe. Silly me. Why pick them ripe when you can gather them green and let them lay about for weeks on end while endless streams of gullible customers file by?

But more than that is the meat. Granted, the toughness of those latter two melons was unprecedented, but ignoring all that for the moment … where is the sweetness? Melon is a fruit, a sugar-laden fruit at that, and should taste so. It’s called a honeydew because the flesh is supposed to be sweet as, you guessed it, HONEY! What in god’s name have these melons been crossed with and genetically modified by that they can barely be eaten, let alone enjoyed?

I was never a great gardener, by any means, and can in fact unintentionally kill just about any plant known to man, but even I grew better melons than that from volunteer sprouts that came up at the edge of our garden for years. They weren’t great melons but they were good. And sweet. And we enjoyed eating them. And I know if I can (unintentionally) do it from the seeds of store-boughten canteloupes past, these large commercial farms should have no problem at all producing a worthwhile melon. I realize that the produce needs to be picked green enough to withstand shipping and then lay on display in a store for days for potential customers to browse … but come on. Seriously. This is getting ridiculous.

When I go to the store, the tomatoes are hard and generally pink at best and subsequently all but tasteless. The apples can sit on the counter for weeks and still be bitter when you bite into them. The bananas are so green I’m afraid I’ll die of old age before they ripen. Why are third-world countries eating better produce than we are?

I have fresh-grown tomatoes in the refrigerator, right alongside my fresh-grown onions, and I’ve decided that next year I’m growing my own melons, come hell or high water. And then if they turn out gourd-tough and dirt-bland at least I’ll have tried.

While going through Spamhaus SBLs, I found this updated /23 under RIPE. It would seem that most times when Spamhaus is unsure of the exact ownership of a netblock or the downstream has a small number of IPs assigned to it, the volunteers will place it under the regional registry (RIR). I researched the IP range: 194.8.74.0/23 and found it listed under AS44557 DRAGONARA. Googling revealed this recent blog post. Tha nullroute. me author noticed in late July 2009 a lot of comment spam coming from this netblock.

Below in the Spamhaus SBL, I am referencing the netblock info and some of the nameserver information that Spamhaus discovered within the IP ranges.

Spamhaus SBL76200

Ref: SBL76200

194.8.74.0/23 is listed on the Spamhaus Block List (SBL)

02-Sep-2009 12:26 GMT | SR04

Spamming and now seems this place is involved in other fraud

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source: RIPE # Filtered

person: Andrey Gavrilog
address: Geneva Place, Waterfront Drive,
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According to the nullroute blog, the IP ranges of AS44557 are: 91.205.40.0/22 & 194.8.74.0/23

At the time of this post, Spamhaus is blocking 512 IPs under the /23. Also, this host (AS44557 / DRAGONARA ) appears to be unresponsive to abuse complaints. According to FixedOrbit, this host has 1534 IP addresses and its upstream is Cogent (AS174).

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Last week I was on vacation, so nothing much happened in BlogVille. But there are lot of things that had happened in my garden both good and bad.

During my absence,To water my plants and to take care of them, I appointed a maid and I gave her one day training on how to water ..esp those tiny beefsteak tomato seedlings …With all this prep work done, I was all set to visit my inlaws in North India.(Uttar pradesh)

I spent almost a week, visiting many places which i will describe in a different post. Today I returned home, Anxious about what happened to my plants. I ran to my terrace straight from the taxi.

First, I was so happy and excited to see my garden after a weeks time. It feels like I was away for years and they have grown so big. So many tomatoes…..so many vine riped ones. Stupice early tomato was fully of red ripe tomatoes.

Then I rushed to see if my 22 fruit cluster cherry has fully ripened. I was shocked. So many cherries have been plucked and many fell down. Many had cracked and poked by pigeons. I was able to collect the fallen ones and discarded the cracked/poked ones(might use then for seed ).

This weekend too, I will be out of station, So I didn’t want another tomato to go waste. I rolled up my sleeves and harvest all the red looking toms. Guess what, I ended up with so much.

This contains tomatoes of the following varities. Maskotka, Washington Cherry, Stupice early.

Fish bone truss with few cherries taken away

Another shot of the same basket. I weighed the tomatoes after I plucked them. It came about 3.6 Kg. 3610 gms to be exact. Not bad huh!?

More later

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