Chainsorry
I’ve always liked the smell of gas fumes, which explains two things: Why I fondly remember helping my dad cut up firewood as a…
d.i.y.
Chain of fuels (An open letter to Sears)
Dear Sears, I want to start by thanking you. When I discovered a step-by-step set of instructions you posted on cleaning the carburetor on…
Comedy of airs
Sometimes words can’t adequately color the folly of man. By “man” I mean me, which seems both generous to me and insulting to my…
Wood-In-It Be Nice
What good’s a wood stove without wood to chuck into it, amIright? Jenn talked about how we bought some seasoned firewood so we could…
Hearththrob
The date atop the crumpled newspaper read 1953. The same year the structure of DNA was discovered, Khrushchev was selected First Secretary of the Soviet…
No Offence
Whenever I’m bemoaning an upcoming weekend that will be spent repainting a room, I inevitably bump into some people who claim to love painting….
Met sparkle!
You’re going to tell me I can’t say the phrase “little jaunt to Amsterdam” without sounding like some tracksuited reject from a Wes Anderson…
Sun’s Cream (Part 2)
Researching mineral sunblocks like zinc oxide, two words jumped out over and over: “micronized” and “nano”. Every source of zinc oxide I came upon…
Letterman
A few weeks ago, I was on a mad hunt for wayward license plates. My vain search nearly led me to the old, rusting doors of…