Working Hands: A Cautionary Portrait
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before”
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before”
Last weekend I was making mac-and-cheese on our one-burner hot plate in our one-room garage, and apparently became distracted enough to burn the noodles that
A couple of weeks ago I started my big summer project (big being a very relative term as it definitely is not as big as, say,
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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