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:
   something of a historical footnote
Tuesday, May 23 2000
Corynna was visiting tonight, getting a massage from her understudy Kim. We sat around talking about various things afterwards. [REDACTED]
For dinner, Kim went to the Bicycle Shop to dine with Corynna and Evan. I stayed home, being the hard working no-free-time slave that I have unwittingly become.
Just to see what all the fuss is about, I downloaded some Britney Spears via Napster. I haven't had a chance to listen to any of it yet, but obviously I fully intend to delete the offending MP3s the moment I've heard them. If I actually like the music, I'll buy the Britney Spears CD at the highest price I can find in Beverly Center. This has been a paid advertisement courtesy of RIAA.
Actually, to tell you the truth, published CDs are still more interesting, convenient and reliable than Napster-nabbed MP3s. The other day I downloaded an MP3 purporting to be an obscure cover by Nirvana of the Metallica song "Enter Sandman." But when I went to listen to it, it turned out to be a goofy little home-produced diddy urging me to suck someone's dick. Some day soon, of course, a thousand MP3s will fit in a pocket watch which will be able to beam them to any stereo or computer. At that point all anti-copy hysteria will be, well, something of a historical footnote.

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