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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   old cardboard, phone books, and catalogs
Friday, September 28 2007
Gretchen's parents were coming to visit this evening, so she spent the day in the kitchen preparing a complicated multi-course vegan meal. At some point today I finally began cutting up and splitting the pieces of trees piled up in the driveway and carting off the resulting firewood to stack in the new woodshed. In the late afternoon I went to Marbletown to visit Penny and David and cut up an oak tree that had fallen onto the shoulder of the road from their section of forest. Its being there had been vexing to Penny, who suffers psychic torment from bad designs and visual clutter. It probably took less than 15 minutes to cut up the tree and load it into my car. I did the former and David did most of the latter. Meanwhile Sally and Eleanor visited with an older chocolate Lab living at one of the new octagonal-window-accent-equipped McMansions across the road. The dog seemed nice enough, though he exhibited a potentially-suicidal interest in chasing cars as they sped past.

We ended up having quite the dinner party at our house, with Gretchen, me, both Gretchen's parents, and Penny and David. Later our neighbor Andrea and her young photography apprentice came by and we all hung out in the living room in front of a roaring fire fueled entirely by old cardboard, phone books, and catalogs (the enormous Mouser Electronics catalog is particularly good for this purpose).


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