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

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   such suffering
Thursday, December 20 2001
Today the weather was cold and windy. I wore a scarf and a hat when I walked Sally in the Vale of Cashmere at 4pm. Still, despite the cold, there were cruisers out and about, pacing back and forth awaiting anonymous anal love. I can imagine undertaking such suffering in the cause of a full stomach, or a glass of water after crossing an endless sea of sand. But for anonymous sex? Hello?
It's nighttime and I'm watching Kurt and Courtney on the Sundance Channel. Ah, the sweet irony of Courtney Love addressing a big ACLU gala after threatening her critics with death! Meanwhile Gretchen is out with her on-again-off-again friend Sarah Korean. Sarah is not Korean, and that's not how you spell her last name, but there you go. Hello?

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