Monthly Archives: September 2004

Tonight I pulled into the Citgo to buy some beer on my way home. I pull in next to Kevin from Chatham Alignment, He has a twinkle in his eye, perhaps because I owe him money for a recent towing, … Continue reading →

The Dodge stopped starting. Drat. I took it to a non-diesel mechanic for an oil change, and when they called me at the end of the day, instead of saying “You can come and pick it up,” they said “What’s … Continue reading →

That would be Princeton, North Carolina. Down in the eastern part of the state. Past the Raleigh-Garner sprawl. Beyond the Outer Beltline. Past the prison. I want to avoid calling it a “One Piggly Wiggly town,” since there appears to … Continue reading →

Girl Mark is in town. Right now I believe she is walking through the woods to crash here for the night. She just called from the refinery. She and Rachel are doing another of their famous workshops. She is on … Continue reading →

Leif is in the mountains somewhere forgetting about biodiesel entirely. Which leaves the rest of us to shoulder his part of the load. Barb did the deposit today. Matt is on grease run. Rachel is on workshop prep. Tuesday is … Continue reading →

I’ve never been involved in a movement before. I know more about building “brand” than I do about building support. But this Labor Day Weekend has given me some insights into what it’s like to be part of a whole. … Continue reading →

I didn’t intend to, but I largely spent the day on the refinery. I went looking for a front loader capable of erecting our pre-assembled A-frame. It has been lying around for a month or so, and it was definitely … Continue reading →