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

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   spiders under rocks
Wednesday, August 17 2022
I think it was yesterday that Powerful called from Albany saying that he'd been rejected for the job that he'd been telling us is a "sure thing." Evidently the board of the organization doing the hiring thinks Powerful hasn't been out of prison "long enough." I, of course, always the pessimist, had been suspicious that the job wasn't actually a sure thing and had said so to Gretchen, so the news wasn't really even disappointing. Meanwhile Powerful is down to his last 600 dollars and is asking to borrow more money from us. Gretchen is making him come up with a budget and insisting that he apply for more jobs, as she should. We don't want him to be a parasite. Hopefully he won't borrow against his car's title and try to invest the money in cryptocurrency, but if he does I don't know that I'll be surprised. (Actually, investing in cryptocurrency now might not be a bad idea. It would be counter-cyclical.)

I've been finding working again on the stone wall south of the Chamomile to be a good way to relax and enjoy nature. So at lunch I was out there again, mostly stacking up cains of flat rocks to form buttresses here and there on the wall's north side. Most of the area near the wall is, for understandable reasons, depleted of good rocks for wall building, so I have to venture further afield to find suitable rocks. There's a species of dark brown spider with a body about 3/8 inch long that lives under rocks, and they're often the only visible creatures I disturb when I pick up a flat rock. There will often be one or two such spiders under a rock, sometimes holding still with all their legs tight against their body in an apparent effort to resemble a pebble, and I'll blow or brush them away so I don't accidentally crush them. Sometimes there are ants or a salamander under a rock, but that's less common. In this drought, I'm noticing that the ground is dried out and cracking underneath rocks, which is not something I'm used to seeing.
Today I attempted to do a painting of a frog I'd photographed at Woodworth Lake last weekend. The painting was sketchy but pretty good, but then I decided to have the frog be over the central letter in today's arrangement of Spelling Bee letters (the panagram was "honeydew" with "h" in the middle). The result wasn't so great, and I lost interest in working on it further.


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