It was gone for too long … not for me because I only really care as a byproduct of my son caring … but gone for too long for my hockey-mad boy. The hockey strike is over now tho’ and the shortened season is better than no season at all, you can be sure of that.

So many boats in my dreams, this last while. Boats and boats and then again boats. I like boats, always have (particularly those powered by muscle not motor), maybe as the result of having for a father a man who in his youth was a sailor or maybe as the result of my Piscean nature.

So yes, I’m making a beautiful bookthing. It’s that wondermental thing known as: a labour of love.

Swarm
by Cheryl Coon

Dave Kinsey at Fecalface has a treat for you, me, and the lamppost:

How to catch an octopus
by Patrick Widdess

Lisa Auerbach’s Tract House project is full of badassery and makes me happy.

Once I wrote this e-mail to a friend:

There is chainmail and then there is trainmail. This here is trainmail.

Out the window of my train, I see a freight train, enormously long, car after car marked “CornProducts”. One car marked “cationic corn starch”. I don’t even know what that means but I like how it looks and how it sounds in my head.

Because unruly is nothing if not a curious-minded beastie, unruly wants an answer to this: what does your workspace look like?

The backbone of the backbone.