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.

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Building the Desert.

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Damn. Another childhood myth exploded, I always believed in giant cactuses, but now the truth has been revealed.
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Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Oops!

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I Have No Idea Whatsoever of How to Caption This.

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Self-Scrolling Snow-Blanket

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Tuesday, 22 January 2013

My Great-Great Grandfather's Forge

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I can't name any of them. I think my sister can... The boxes of tools on the floor, modern-day shoeing smiths still use the same patt...
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Wednesday, 16 January 2013

House-Clearing and Old Photographs.

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My mother's house, after a year and a half on the market, now has a buyer, there's been a significant drop in price from the origin...
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Thursday, 10 January 2013

Awesome!... Or, as they say, whence I am bound, "Ossum!"

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Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter, Away, you rolling river. For her I'd cross, The raging waters, Away, I'm bound away, 'Cross...
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Sunday, 6 January 2013

Can We Fix It?

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    No. The sad truth is that, despite my legendary optimism, even I know this has gone 'beyond'. However, I'm...
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