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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Irving housing

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Like my brownhouse:
   cherished and savored
Monday, February 18 2008
It was beautiful day, with occasional sun and temperatures climbing to nearly 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Even with global warming, days like this are cherished and savored for every blissful springlike hour they provide. I threw open the garage doors in hopes of reversing the gradual downward trend of temperatures there, which have recently troughed as low as 36. The garage is insulated but unheated and I'm very interested in discovering whether or not this winter weather (which, with a few minor exceptions, has been fairly typical) will cause it to freeze out there. If it never freezes then the number of possibilities of what can be installed and done in the garage is vastly expanded.
I took advantage of the good weather by gathering more firewood, felling and cutting up two dead Chestnut Oaks within several hundred feet of the house. Every time I think I've exhausted my supply of dead trees I find a couple more, and that's just in the acre or two on this side of the Chamomile "River."

This evening Gretchen and I watched Something the Lord Made, a documentary of the life of Vivien Thomas, a pioneering cardiac medical technician who somehow overcame enough racism to advance in his field but not enough to be recognized for it until after the civil rights movement swept through some ten or fifteen years later. The fact that Thomas eventually was recognized in his own time and didn't die penniless and alone made it possible for the movie to have an uplifting Hollywood ending.

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