Bill Powell
Fri, Apr 1, 2005
Ever mixed clay, sand, and straw into a building material that might outlast a country? I hadn’t either.
Bill Powell
Wed, Mar 16, 2005
Time to learn to build my house. I’ve never built anything more complex than my immunity, so this will be quite a course.
Bill Powell
Sat, Oct 30, 2004
Next spring, I’m going to build a house from scratch. Today, I made a box. It was kind of hard, but I don’t plan to make any more boxes for awhile, so who cares?
Bill Powell
Wed, Oct 13, 2004
One of my more charming fantasies is that I’m the first, last, and only person ever to question how the world is run.
Bill Powell
Fri, Oct 1, 2004
What I used to skip as a ten-minute detour now loads in ten seconds. Great. Now I can try to read the whole Internet
Bill Powell
Thu, Sep 23, 2004
It will take me awhile to get used to paying disaster-area prices for plants I recently yanked out of the dirt.
Bill Powell
Wed, Sep 22, 2004
Last week, I was hauling mammoth logs from a chill stream and heaving them into rickety ‘cabin’ piles so they could sprout shiitake mushrooms. Now, I’m staring at a screen, sitting in a chair that, while comfy, can’t quite take the edge off eight hours.
Bill Powell
Sun, Sep 19, 2004
I write this amid my last harried ten minute whirlwind of packing, but that is as well because months and months would be far too little time to find the right words to thank all those we leave.
Bill Powell
Tue, Sep 14, 2004
If the future held only pavement and parking tickets, yes, my soul would be careening towards permanent raisinhood. But the immediate future holds a cozy, mouse-free home, my wife’s friendly family, a hot bath (perhaps several), months of serious writing, and my own computer. I am dreadfully excited.
Bill Powell
Wed, Sep 8, 2004
Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun, Napoleon, Hitler, Lenin, Sam Walton—the same old story over and over again. The world can’t seem to get itself properly conquered.
