Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

On Value

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I wrote recently about the perception of value.  We live in a world that  thrives on disposable artifacts that we value very little. We see...
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Record Breaking

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How did that happen? I was just idly thinking of tidying up the sidebar when I noticed that I'd posted 22o times this year. 7 posts i...
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Saturday, 11 December 2010

We Had a Break-In

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Into an empty office, from adjoining premises. They cut a steel grille, smashed the double-glazed window. The windows are tinted obscured g...
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2 Pee, Or Not 2 Pee.

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That is the question. One of friday's jobs involved a flooded shop due to a burst pipe.  On further investigation, the toilet upstairs ...

Context

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Potter and Blogger gz , in her latest post, tells of a cold day in a market hall , where she sold nothing. This in the gift-buying season....
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Friday, 10 December 2010

I Couldn't Not Post This

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 "My Gears Are Starting To Tremble", by Eskmo.

Untitled in Airedale

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Cooool Cable

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