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

welcome to the collapse
Clusterfuck Nation
Peak Oil

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   no-caffeine work day
Friday, December 4 2020
For the first time perhaps ever, I went without caffeine for a whole working day. [REDACTED]
Throughout the day, I made several excursion 100 feet or so west of the Farm Road to that mid-sized chestnut oak I'd felled not too long ago. I managed to carry it all home in the form of pieces four to six feet in length (held in my arms, without the backpack). I then bucked it into stove-length pieces and split what needed splitting, producing at least a week's worth of firewood. All of this was in service of the idea that I should delay using any wood in the woodshed as long as this is easy to do. Since the indoor woodpile is nearly maxed-out, this means it will probably be at least Christmas before I'll need woodshed wood even if I collect none at all between now and then. [REDACTED]
Last night Powerful had made chana masala for his online vegan cooking class, and I ate so much of that at around 1:00pm (with Trader Joe's vegan naan) that I didn't have much room for the cauliflower steaks he made this evening.

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