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").



links

decay & ruin
Biosphere II
Chernobyl
dead malls
Detroit
Irving housing

got that wrong
Paleofuture.com

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff


Like asecular.com
(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   lower Chamomile, post Irene
Wednesday, April 11 2012
This morning Gretchen was still quite ill, though she was still planning to go to work down at the prison, an ordeal ultimately made possible by pseudoephedrine. Coincidentally, I would end up taking a purely recreational dose of pseudoephedrine myself. I still have a blister pack of the 120 mg time-release tablets that I have to grind up with a mortar and pestal (and the resulting powder is so bitter I have to wrap it in toilet paper in order to get it down).
When I walked the dogs, I took them on an unusual route, heading down the Chamomile on a path mostly used by Tom, our mountain-biking neighbor. That path used to go all the way to Dug Hill Road near the bus turnaround, but since Tropical Storm Irene, the lower stretch has been blocked by fallen trees. Tom has partially-cleared that path, but it's no longer possible to ride a bike through it without dismounting. Also, a couple years ago the town of Hurley put a stretch of guard rail on the edge of Dug Hill Road where the path emerges, and that's an obstacle that cannot be removed with a chainsaw. The dogs and I walked almost all the way down to Dug Hill Road, then crossed the Chamomile and climbed up the remains of a very steep logging road to rejoin the Gullies section of the Stick Trail system. The unusual parts of today's walk can be seen in orange on the following map:

This evening I drove into Uptown with the dogs mostly to get grapefruits and orange juice for Gretchen as well as a few low-profile metric bolts from Herzog's for the Automatic Assembly Platform of my Makerbot. As always when on errands of this sort, I stopped at the east bank of the Esopus and mined top soil, getting 40 gallons while the dogs entertained themselves chasing squirrels and checking their doggy email. Most of that dirt ended up in the northmost tomato patch, whose elevation I have decided to raise somewhat.


For linking purposes this article's URL is:
http://asecular.com/blog.php?120411

feedback
previous | next