Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


decay & ruin
Biosphere II
dead malls
Irving housing

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

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(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   pretense eradication
Wednesday, January 26 2000
Where I once drank vodkatea every night, now I drink whiskey. It's not just the change of season; the weather differs little from this past August. It's mostly the change in income. I fear sometimes that if my economic condition should ever change for the worse, I wouldn't be able to live comfortably as a poor man like I once did.
Kim bought three Dead Can Dance CDs the other day. I'm glad she did; they're one of my favorite bands of all time, and it's great to have that music on hand.
Suddenly I've decided to try to wean myself from spelling in the English-style for words like honour and parlour. People think I'm pretensious when I do this and I have to agree. My writing is unnecessarily distracting with words spelled that way. It's important for me to note that I spontaneously learned to spell that way when I was a kid. I grew up reading and re-reading a 20-volume set of a British Encyclopædia of Wildlife, and it taught me most of my basic written language skills. It was so authoritative that I had more faith in the way it spelled colour than the way my second grade teacher demanded that I spell it.

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