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, 7 December 2011

Ersatz Soubriquet posts Ersatz Coffee

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This via a comment on Red Dirt Girl's blog , by Goatman . Goatman referenced "Don't crush that dwarf,...
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Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Poo.

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How Much Toilet Paper? The Telegraph has a story that schools in Catalonia, Spain, are trying to keep their operating costs down, by seeki...
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Who Do You Think You Are?

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Yesterday, at lunchtime, I made a quick foray into the supermarket, directed shopping, vector in toward target... acquired, basket, check-o...
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The Perils of Cybercloning.

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Via Miss Cellania
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Hate Poem

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Hate Poem By Julie Sheehan I hate you truly. Truly I do. Everything about me hates everything about you. The flick of my wrist hates you...
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Monday, 5 December 2011

Pretty Words

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Pretty Words By Elinor Wylie Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly...
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The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog (Alicia Ostriker) To be blessed said the old woman is to live and work so hard Go...
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Friday, 2 December 2011

A Town With no Cheer.

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The town is Serviceton, some 440 miles northwest of Melbourne, near the border between Victoria and South Australia. It used to BE the borde...
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