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.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

A Poem.

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Tongue and Groove, by Dave Smith. Tongue and Groove Forms a lock. But how does it begin in this world? The twig falls, snaring another, ...
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Save the Sugar-Plum Fairy!

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St Charles, Missouri is t he town which  fired the Sugar-Plum Fairy.  The Sugar-Plum Fairy,  like all fairies, is a naturally upbeat and eb...
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Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Post From a Zombie Laptop

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As I said, a few  days ago, I experienced an unscheduled outage in my computer time. Put simply, Windows Vista fell over and died. The lapt...
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Wednesday, 9 November 2011

"Digital Versus Analogue?"

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I'll bet there are no comments on this one....
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BSOD

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The Blue Screen of Death. Luckily, I tend to regularly dump the contents of my laptop onto a hard drive. A couple of days ago, Windows Vis...
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Sunday, 6 November 2011

Mules Working in a Coal Mine, Whoop...

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Goin' Down, Down, Working in a Coal-Mine, Whoop..

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The Avalanches: Since I Left You. via
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For R.D.G., A Picture and a Poem

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"Road"  A picture by Krystzof Browko. The Rolling English Road, by G.K.Chesterton. Before the Roman came to Ry...
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