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

welcome to the collapse
Clusterfuck Nation
Peak Oil

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   March 2022

01: ceaseless troubling thoughts - Usually I'm pretty good about not obsessing over bad news or grim futures I have no control over (my aging and death, the deaths of those I love, the horrors of climate change, or the fact that one day the Sun will boil away the Earth's oceans).
02: different kinds of brutality - StackOverflow vs. the Russian war on Ukraine.
03: two guys from corporate - A day of meetings, some more stressful than others. This included a discussion of Russian agression over mediocre Chinese food.
04: quick unscheduled meeting - It was kind of a pop quiz and I hadn't, in this metaphor, done my homework.
05: Don Donsplains Ukraine - The anniversary of Stalin's death and not going on a wild goose chase to find a flaky duplex outlet.
06: Bella White in Northampton - Also, a museum visit and several not-great eatery experiences.
07: again with the aloo mushroom - Despite gut problems related to having eaten that for dinner last night.
08: a bone good enough to bring home - Neville, who hasn't been going on walks lately, joins me on my afternoon walk and wins a modest prize.
09: stopping a car when brakes don't do the trick - Suddenly finding myself driving on a surface where the car turns into a sled.
10: probably coyote tracks - Looking at a mysterious line of tracks in the snow.
11: red-winged blackbirds and the limits of my VisualStudio knowledge - Maybe those are just blue jays who have learned to sing their songs. And what happens when you are asked to publicly drive a vehicle you taught yourself how to drive.
12: big check blizzard - A mid-March blizzard does not stop a big check from coming through.
13: late pandemic art opening - Little line drawings hung west of New Paltz. And moving away from a repeated cougher in P&G.
14: still an hour and a half of sunlight left - Enjoying Daylight Savings Time and doing my annual self-review.
15: a beautiful day for impersonating a red-tailed hawk - A gorgeous day in early spring featuring some landlording and even the painting of a picture.
16: not all of which has aged well in a post #MeToo world - Ramona gets frisky at Nancy's 55th birthday dinner party.
17: metal stitches in plastic - A quick and dirty fix for cracked refrigerator door bins.
18: freeze damage Friday - I'm not happy when I turn on the water at the cabin.
19: first thunderstorm of the year - A warmish late-March day at the cabin. Meanwhile the lake is wrapped in a thick shroud of fog.
20: metal stitches in plastic - A quick and dirty fix for cracked refrigerator door bins.
21: becoming an extension of my body - Now I'm so comfortable with VisualStudio that I actually like using it.
22: pillow and a way to suck water - Two things I bought today at Target.
23: good day at the Tibetan Center thrift store - And then I discover a new life-affirming band.
24: Dunning-Kruger screws - A noteworthy discovery at the brick mansion on Downs Street.
25: heat is overrated - Happily hanging out in a room where temperatures are less than 50 degrees Fahrenheit.
26: things remain broken - Unable to fix the hot water and other problems at the cabin. But at least there's a Burly Beard for me to drink.
27: things I hate about APC - It's not just the stupid piezoelectric beeper, it's also the infuriating construction technique.
28: theories of propane chuckleheadedness - I am able to monitor conditions at the cabin even without a remote temperature probe, and what I see makes me drive there.
29: another successful annual review - After some good recent work-related performance, I ace my annual review. Also, making progress on the various problems with the Adirondack cabin.
30: rockfall flagstones - Nature produces some more easily-accessible bluestone at the abandoned bluestone mine. And a Mexican dinner in Bearsville.
31: good thing I had a beanbag - Salvaging more from the Red Hook office and then suffering from possibly vaccine-related lethargy.