The for-profit college industry is clearly the single-heaviest subsidized business in America. More than any defense contractor or any farm operation… So many of them are a horrible waste of students’ time and of taxpayer dollars.
We used to make patterns in the dirt, hanging our feet off the horse-drawn farm equipment. We made endless hourglass figures that I now see as the forms within forms in my crocheted wire sculptures.
I have great memories of growing up on a farm when I was young. I still ride horses, and I would love to own my own piece of land one day.
If I were to leave the U.S., I’d live in England. But I’d never leave the U.S. I own a 400-acre farm in Macon, Georgia. I raise cattle and hogs. I own horses, too. I love horses as much as singing. I like to hunt on horseback.
The only investable idea I have real confidence in is farming and forestry. My family owns some forest, and now we’re closing on a farm. Make the farming more sustainable and the forestry more sustainable, and everyone benefits.
When I’m, like, 30, I want to go off the map, have a family and live in Malibu with a farm, and just raise my own chickens.
Until I was 21, I wasn’t going into the media. I was a professional show jumper; I was going to have a farm… Then my father died, and it changed my life. I realised I had to have a go at being a journalist to see if I could cut the mustard.
I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.
Likewise, with solar, especially here in California, we’re discovering that the 80 solar farm schemes that are going forward want to basically bulldoze 1,000 sq. mi. of southern California desert. Well, as an environmentalist, we would rather that didn’t happen.
I was in an organization called Progressive Labor Party and International Committee Against Racism. And I was – I started out helping to organize a farm workers’ union in Central California.
I grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania, where my parents raised German shepherds – we had about 30 dogs at any given time.
Twice a year, I take myself off to a self-imposed ‘writer’s retreat’, staying at a small inn or on a friend’s farm, where I am all alone and do nothing other than write.
I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn’t have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.
I was making films about American society, and it is true that I never felt at home there, except perhaps when my wife and I lived on a farm in the San Fernando Valley.
I remember hearing the song when I was 12 or 14 in – it must have been in Chicago, ’cause we didn’t have a radio on the farm, and it was during the second World War. I had three brothers in that war who went overseas.
Basically, farm chemicals are labor-saving devices, and farmers who don’t use them – weed killers especially – have to work harder or hire more help.
You get lots of people, especially where I live, who go in to a butcher and insist on organic beef – even when the butcher has better-tasting stuff from a farm that’s been producing wonderful meat for 100 years but hasn’t jumped through the hoops to get organic certification.
In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career – my anti-job – that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.
I grew up on a pig farm, about 2,500 pigs – we had way more pigs than people.
The cows in Stella Gibbons’s immortal ‘Cold Comfort Farm’ are named Graceless, Aimless, Feckless and Pointless, and that more or less is the verdict on ‘Ocean’s Kingdom,’ the wildly hyped and wildly uninteresting collaboration between Peter Martins and Paul McCartney.
A farm bill in Washington State is a jobs bill.
My family, they come from farmers. I used to spend my summers on the farm instead of in the south of France. I loved the hard work and the earth.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
I worked on a farm. Played ball and loafed along the fishing and swimming holes of the White River, and my boyhood was not a lot different from that of other youngsters.
I don’t really trust people who don’t like dogs. We always had dogs on the farm I grew up on near Bolton.
I’ve had to put horses down on the farm before, and it’s very, very sad.
