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

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Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

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   rarefied impact
Friday, June 27 2008
The new hood light for the stove was a flaky thing I'd cannibalized from some earlier installation. Who knows; that ceramic socket might date back to 1950s. So today I built a new attachment for a lightbulb by bending a flat piece of steel into an L-shape, but overlapping that bend to maintain it all in an approximation of a single plane, like a ruled right angle. Then I soldered on a quarter inch brass nipple, which has threads compatible with most American lamp sockets. I'm describing all of this in breezy detail because it accounts for hours of my life today, not because it's particularly interesting. What is interesting? It depends on your interests.
I went down the Stick Trail today with a metal detector looking for human artifacts. The Stick Trail follows the path of an old logging road, so I figured it was possible metal objects had accumulated on it over time. But the detector turned up nothing. I also waved it around the old bluestone mine, which could possibly date back to the 1600s, but again I found nothing. A metal detector is a fun toy, but I can see that it's not of much use in a sparsely-visited forest. But it's still something of a pleasant surprise to find so little metal in the woods; I'd had the idea that its soil and trees were pockmarked with hundreds' of years worth of drunken hunting. Evidently the impact of hunters is much more rarefied than I'd suspected.

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