It’s funny. You guys probably came here originally for lib-anarchism, Attitude, practical talk, and good rants. Maybe you stayed for Mad DIY construction projects. But this week I’m talking to you about stuffed sheepdogs and porch swings. Are you still here? Might as well get the porch swing out of the way, then go say something Meaningful afterward. I’ve been wanting a porch swing for years. Coveting a porch swing. But I thought I’d never get one. I couldn’t justify the cost of buying new. But I had very specific requirements — all having to do with the NorthWET climate.…
Author: Claire
So yesterday I found that 2003 CD compilation of my articles. That was fun. The idea Mac proposed and Comrade X seconded about making copies and selling them is interesting. I’ll think about that as I read through the disc’s contents. Some of the pieces are definitely outdated, though even those might have nostalgia value. There’s “Land Mine Legislation,” for instance (aka “Pearl Harbor Legislation” and a gazillion other titles). It came out in 1996/7 right after 101 Things to Do ‘Til the Revolution. I was still dizzy from the unexpected notoriety of the book when that article went viral…
It was one of my favorite things. This YUGE stuffed sheepdog. Beastie was about five feet long and so well made that it even had big button eyes and substantial, well-sewn eyelids despite the fact that, being a true sheepdog, nobody ever saw them. Every morning when I’d put it back on my bed, I’d make sure it was seated comfortably. It always seemed happy. But since finishing the bedroom a week ago, I’ve been on a crusade to bring order to the entire house after nine months of construction and chaos. I’ve already hauled off several Kia-loads of donations,…
And good luck to us all with such giants departing. John Perry Barlow — a lyricist for The Grateful Dead, founder of the Electronic Frontier Foundation, and writer of one of the most soaring statements of Internet freedom left the earth yesterday. His long-ago “Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace” proved to be a failed prophesy. But if it can’t make your heart sing even now, it’s possible you’ve misplaced your heart: Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask…
After I posted yesterday about FEMA’s most recent “heck of a job, Brownie” moment, Shel got to digging. Who, he wondered, is this Tribute Contracting LLC — this inexperienced Tiffany Brown who knew how to play the federal system so well that she snookered herself a $156 million deal she didn’t have a prayer of fulfilling? A deal to deliver 30 million meals to Puerto Ricans desperate for hurricane relief. Well, naturally she can check off every box on the “you have to hire me if I’m no damn good” list. But even with that, you have to ask (or,…
… that the bedroom in Ye Olde Wreck has come a long, long way. I moved into it Friday and after two nights of rigorous testing, I can also state categorically: IT WORKS!