Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

In my last post I wrote: “This may be the only blog post on the internet typed into a NEO2 perched on a homemade workbench while riding out a blizzard by the warmth of a 70 year old kitchen stove. … Continue reading →

[Winter’s not giving up. Weariness erodes us. I write vignettes so folks in civilized climes can “enjoy” the winter they’re missing. Either that, or they can watch the movie version. Right now, as I type, it’s snowing like a son … Continue reading →

Rumbling down the road, warm and happy and well fed, it’s the best I’ve felt in 6 weeks. This is the second consecutive winter I’ve gotten very sick and the brutal weather has had a multiplying effect this round. It’s … Continue reading →

Some hours later the sun is up. Things are bright but the light is diffuse and unfocused. It’s light without source or warmth. The wind’s fury has not abated, but rather increased. The sky is a swirling cacophony of ice … Continue reading →

[This isn’t meant to be an ad, it’s a reminder for myself. Ignore this post at will. No pressure. I mean it.] [Also, don’t fret. Winter vignettes will return soon.] I never post an Amazon link to “a thing you … Continue reading →

The season of death drags on. Cabin fever ratchets tight about our souls and tempers flare. We tiptoe around each other and peer at the calendar; is it not March? Man and machinery, infrastructure and industry grind ever slower as … Continue reading →

I love the word “blast gates“. I sense NSA snoops adding my name to a dossier every time I type it. Blast gate, blast gate, blast gate. Russian collusion to make deplorable blast gates!  Testing testing testing one two three. … Continue reading →

I’m not the first guy to make a dust collection system and they’re not rocket science but I’m also building something totally foreign to me. I’ve never had access to a privately owned workshop that’s so awesome that it has a … Continue reading →

A few years ago I spent an afternoon ripping dimension lumber. My shop got so dusty the air was like fog. At some point “toughing it out” is dumb and bad for your health. (Also the dust was screwing up … Continue reading →