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

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Like my brownhouse:
   rat poison pumped
Thursday, May 4 2006
I've been thinking about the recent trial of Zacarias Moussaoui. The jury in that case recently convicted him but did not condemn him to death. This was a relatively mature decision in our rootin' tootin' cowboy society, but the whole thing strikes me as a travesty nonetheless. I don't believe Zacarias Moussaoui was guilty of anything. The contention was that he knew about the 9/11 plot but chose to do nothing to prevent it. For this, federal prosecutors had hoped to send him to his death. But what kind of precedent would that have been? If that kind of logic works for Zacarias Moussaoui, does it also work for Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney, George W. Bush, and the rest of our federal rogue's gallery? After all, they knew all kinds of things that could have kept us from fighting an entire war, one that makes the losses of 9/11 look like spare change. But they'd made up their minds to fuck Iraq good and hard, and when they did so, unlike Zacarias Moussaoui, they were proactive about it. If Dick Cheney can avoid the delicious humiliation of being strapped to a gurney and having rat poison pumped into his flaccid, irregularly-pulsing veins, Zacarias Moussaoui should be able to bumble through life as a free man with special needs.

It was so warm today that it almost felt like summer. Windows came open, and by nightfall the laboratory deck had an inviting quality that reminded me of bug-free summer nights in Charlottesville.

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