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").



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   bluestone causeway at the bottom of the mountain goat path
Monday, October 14 2024

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY

Gretchen took Neville to work with her at the bookstore this morning, leaving Charlotte behind feeling sad and lonely. I gave her various treats to make her feel better, and eventually she joined me in the laboratory, lying on the beanbag and even tolerating me occasionally lying next to her. I had the minisplit blowing warm air on us, because it was a cool mid-October day.
At around 2:30pm, I took Charlotte for a walk up the Chamomile Headwaters Trail and ten back on the Stick Trail. Whenever I walk that route, I always find one or two nice flat rocks along the way to add to the top of the stone wall. I also usually add a few rocks to the little causeway I have at the bottom of the mountain goat path behind the woodshed. I've been trying to fill in a little dip in the landscape there so that the trail does nothing but go uphill, which would make it easier for carrying heavy packs of firewood. Today I added a lot of rocks to that causeway, basically filling in the last of the dip. As I worked, I listened to an interesting story about Jesse Livermore, a famed investor in the early 20th Century.

Back at the house, I started making dinner, which today would be pizza. I'd bought a lump of pizza dough at Adam's last week and we'd taken it to the cabin and back without ever making it into pizza. The pizza I made was pretty simple, with only three toppings in addition to vegan cheese and pizza sauce: little cubes of tofu, onion salvaged from a partially-rotten bulb, and crimini mushrooms, all sizzled up in a pan. I baked it for about eleven minutes at 500 degrees, which caused all the molten juices to combine and boil in an appealing way. The result was a hit with the wife.


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