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.

Friday, 3 August 2012

I Slept Like a Log,

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I slept like a log that had been fresh-felled on a rock mountainside, cut through at the foot, falling and crashing through other branches, ...
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Saturday, 28 July 2012

And Now for Something Completely Different!

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The first two videos play out continuing aspects of the same story, the third, I just put in because I like it and I think it's fun. Alt...
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Olympian

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Why are some things olympic sports and others not? How about cabinetmaking... See, he's got a lovely dovetail joint there, but the North...
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Friday, 27 July 2012

Poo Wi-Fi!

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Okay, it's in Spanish, but you'll get the gist of it. Stop press: No, it isn't, I found a version in english! An encouragemen...
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Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Sheep?

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Sunday, 22 July 2012

Mail Order Brides, A Warning From 1873

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Saturday, 21 July 2012

Infinity

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by Amit Majmudar Reading for Jorge Luis Borges I stand before the books as I might stand beneath the night sky. They’re in stacks and sta...
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Working Title. Thats what I'll call it.

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I carry a notepad. A moleskine. Is that too pretentious? I carry a notepad. I have lots of them. So many that notes get lost. Sometimes ...
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