|Is that real anger on the face of the pioneer? If so, it's probably|
because he knows there is a pretender in his midst.
|Knowledge in a jar. Better recognize.|
Now, I haven't done extensive research on the history of harvest festivals, so I'm just making some guesses here. It's entirely possible that back in the day harvest festivals were just about wolfing down some flap jacks and peanut brittle, and this notion of "knowledge sharing" is some idealistic but entirely false portrayal I've created. But truly, the internet has created a culture of easy answers. Arguments over points of trivia are short-lived, because someone in the argument is bound to have a mobile device at hand with 24-hour connectivity, and the answer can be obtained in mere seconds from multiple sources. Jeb and Clem aren't going to be standing around the cauldron debating whether it was 6 or 16 cinnamon cloves that went in the pot last year, because Clem is going to pull his Blackberry out of the front pocket of his overalls and put the answer right in front of Jeb's eyes. The apple butter will taste right, but there's no possibility of a funny story for later years about the time that the apple butter was way over-spiced.
|The original, and still the best.|
Actually, it is possible to try out the internet-free life, because there are places in the world that are not online to the same extent that we are in the United States. In fact, our country is vast enough that there may even be some such places right here at home. But to enter into such a place, and particularly a community of people, you need to have some skill to share by which you can prove your value. If I were to undertake such a venture, it would necessitate learning something from scratch, because currently all I've got to offer is an able body capable of basic manual labor, and that's easily replaced. Of course, I could simply go online at any point and learn a skill like apple butter making, but it seems more in keeping with the whole idea if I learn from the real deal. That means waiting a year, until harvest festival time next year, when there will be another opportunity to go into the faux wilderness and learn a skill from a guy in a floppy hat. In the meantime, please pass the peanut brittle.