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One thing that I read about in the late 1950s has stuck with me. I don't see it used or even talked about, which is surprising. It's...

What does a Frenchman find when he goes snooping the internet?   The following is an edited discussion around the work of Pierre Dumay, f...

No, really — this is me smiling. (Note happy leg scabs.) I used to be this person. Once, and upon a time. Fifteen years back, now, in 200...

Scheming and scribbling. ReSqueeze Resurrection. Two things I decided when I started going light — I'd always wear boots, and if I ev...

Use these to cook like an effer. I've been ruminating. I do that, mainly while walking. Lately I've been thinking about stoves a...

(1) The region where people eat Alpo or other food from cans. (2) A colloquialism for "alpen line", a kind of traditional, all-nat...

When I was a little kid, shoe stores had x-ray machines. True. You don't remember this because I'm older than you are, but I remem...

The Setup Hoping to make it simple again. I had to discard my self-designed, self-made pack when I moved out of the country in November, ...

I never know what I'll find there. At Swain's General Store . It's a guy place here in town. Got stuff. Fishing stuff. Hunting...

Try some of these. Last time I wrote about fish bags . This time it's about potato pokers. Not a new series of card games but tools. F...

My New Plastic Pals. A little item, but fun. Living in western Washington state as I do, I never go anywhere without preparing for rain. ...

Going totally tubular. Did you ever go to a music festival, and wake up in garbage? I mean, like, surrounded by it? Like, as far as yo...