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Monthly Archives: January 2011
In the summer you don’t need a furnace. So you’ve got time. What do you do with that time? First you fish, then you mow the lawn, then you prepare for winter. It is as it has been since the … Continue reading
Even at my subarctic hovel, summer must come. By then I’d saved some scratch to install a furnace. At my leisure. No hurry at all. Cash. How cool is that? Then the septic system went all third world on me. … Continue reading
By now I was a man on a mission. I wanted to exploit my dead furnace “event” to: Save some bucks by NOT financing a new furnace. Live a year of flipping the bird at oil companies. I was adamant … Continue reading
Any fool with a credit card would have dialed the furnace company the day mine conked out. Our society is mostly fools with credit cards. They’d be immediately raked over the coals for emergency, overtime, weekend installation of a second … Continue reading
The furnace died and it’s very cold in the winter. Fortunately we’d prepared for such events. We have a wood stove. The wood stove heats the house just fine so long as you keep the fire going. If I were … Continue reading
Every man has gotten “the call”. This happens when you leave town for a trip. The phone rings and folks back home explain how civilization has gone off the rails in your brief absence. In theory, a woman without a … Continue reading
Yesterday Borepatch and Plumbum et Circenses kicked over some cyber-rocks and found my post Are We Not Men buried underneath a pile of disinterest. Soon my little corner of the Internet was awash in viewers! Thanks! Both are now on … Continue reading
The man had a point… …and as far as I can tell that’s an actual quote and not a brilliant writer loser with a blog me embellishing the truth making shit up. Hat tip to Sagacious Iconoclast.
My commute is pretty easy. I carefully compromised between the rural location I want and the commute that I’m forced to accept. (If it weren’t for daily commuting I’d live farther from civilization…possibly Death Valley or Pitcairn Island.) I drive … Continue reading