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“I Could Live There”
From thearchmagazine:
Behind a quiet wall in Scottsdale, a different kind of desert residence begins.
From the street, it feels protective and sculptural, board-formed concrete, corten steel, black metal, sand-toned plaster, and desert stone shaped into a low industrial silhouette. But inside, the house softens into stillness: warm oak, limewashed textures, black reflective water, filtered courtyard light, and Japandi interiors guided by Wabi-Sabi calm.
This is a private residence designed around contrast, raw exterior, silent interior; urban edge, desert retreat; architectural strength, human warmth. Every frame is built for atmosphere: the corten entry portal, the courtyard pool, the rooftop terrace at sunset, and the living spaces that open quietly toward the Sonoran landscape.
A modern home for slow mornings, cinematic evenings, and refined desert living.
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Evening Soundtrack
Fabulous
“Fine Art Prints”
Belts Are Important
WARNING: GEEK STUFF AHEAD
Back in April I picked up this beauty off eBay. The seller indicated it was “fully functional,” but like most vintage electronics on eBay the description was…shall we say, optimistic.
Immediately after unpacking and powering it up I noticed it had severe drawer problems. Yes, it worked, so I guess that would qualify as “functional,” but fully? It definitely struggled with opening and closing so I wouldn’t have decribed it that way. As I’m sure I’ve documented before, I’ve seen enough CD deck repairs on YouTube to immediately recognize a stretched drawer belt when I saw one. I put in an order for a replacement with West Coast Belts and not-so-patiently awaited its arrival.
Replacing the belt after I received it wasn’t all that difficult, even though the belt and pulleys were on the bottom of the CD mechanism itself. Thankfully the original belt hadn’t yet turned to black goo and was easy to swap. The belt I received wasn’t a 1:1 copy of the original; it seemed to have a bit smaller diameter and it was about half the thickness. Still, by this point I had it all torn apart and I wasn’t going to put everything back together without first giving the new belt a shot.
There was an improvement from the old sagging belt, but not much. Using a belt that’s too small is just as bad as using one that’s too big. I emailed the company and pointed out the size discrepancy. They said they’d send out a different one.
Another week passed and the new belt arrived. This one seemed to be the proper diameter, but the thickness was still thinner than the original. “Better than nothing,” I said as I swapped it out. The drawer did work more smoothly now, but it still felt off.
I did one more search on the internet and found a another belt supplier in Germany. They didn’t advertise a belt for my particular model, but rather one for the unit directly above mine. These two decks use the exact same hardware; it’s just this higher end unit just had a few more bells and whistles in its circuitry. So I ordered it.
While waiting for its arrival, I thought I’d try a tech tip gleaned from all those videos: boil the old belt in water for about 5 minutes to rejuvenate the rubber and shrink it back to its original size. I did that, and wouldn’t you know, after putting that one back in the machine, the drawer worked like buttah.
All was good until a few days ago when the drawer started lagging again when opening (or closing, I don’t honestly remember; it was annoying in any case). So much for my quick fix. The German belt had arrived a couple weeks earlier, but since everything was working I didn’t want to tear into the machine yet again, so I put the belt away for future use if my fix didn’t hold—and obviously it hadn’t.
At this point I really didn’t want to deal with this belt issue anymore, so I hauled out my “new” deck from a few years ago and put it in the system. What I’d forgotten about this new Yamaha is that something had changed in their implementation of the optical digital connection. Whereas the old Yamaha with the belt issues could dub optically to my MiniDisc deck and create tracks correctly, this new deck absolutely refused. The MiniDisc deck didn’t detect any track breaks so it recorded a CD as one continuous track that needed to be broken up afterwards. This was always a pain in the ass, so I decided to play around with belts again.
I mean, I had nothing much planned today and nothing else really to do, so I disconnected the player, opened it up and for some reason stupid reason instead of installing the new German belt, reinstalled the older, new, exchanged one. Everything seemed to work fine, so I buttoned everything up and put it back in my system.
It wasn’t five minutes before I realized things still weren’t right. Did I miss something when I was reassembling it? Did I over-tighten a screw somewhere?The drawer started shuddering (it’s the only way to describe it) when it opened. This hadn’t happened when it was installed before, but a shuddering tray is a definite sign of a belt being too tight.
Fuck me.
I pulled it out of the system, popped the cover, and removed the mechanism again. This time I installed the new German belt and it’s been working fine all afternoon. That belt is still a bit thinner than the original, but the diameter is spot on and the shuddering is gone.
So what did I learn? Like in many things in life, sometimes girth is more important than thickness.
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You Say That Like It’s A Bad Thing…
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RIP
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When Eddie Met Buck
🙄
From Mock Paper Scissors:
Told ya he rushed it and the plane doesn’t have all the defense bells and whistles it is supposed to have, and now that we are in a shooting war with Iran (AGAIN!), he cannot fly this thing home, hence another older AF-1 is going to pick him up. So we get to pay for the fuel X2.
The Affordability Prznint.
Anyway, here’s the dopey liar try to gild the turd:
To honor our brave men and women of the Military, we are
sending the brand new, and truly spectacular, Air Force One to
Mildenhall Air Force Base, in the United Kingdom, to give them a
chance to tour the Aircraft – Everybody is so excited, and we
thought that they should be the first. For old time’s sake, we’ll be
taking the former Air Force One, from Turkey to Mildenhall, a
short trip that is totally worth doing in order to give our Great
Military Heroes a chance to appreciate our beautiful new addition
to the Air Force Fleet! President DONALD J. TRUMP
Yeah, I’m sure that they will be thrilled to tour this thing.
OK, Congress: time to make sure he knows that this bird is not his personal toy, and if he wants to keep it, he has to pay for this $400M bribe + upgrades himself, out of his own pocket. I defy the Republicans to try to make it some sort of tribute to the Grifter-in-Chief.
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Morning Soundtrack
Ray Lynch – Deep Breakfast (1986)
Sometime in 1987 or thereabouts, on one our many little tribe’s outings via ferry from SF to Sausalito (being newly-relocated desert rats we enjoyed any time on the water we could), I first heard this album. It was playing in one of the many New Age souvenir/crystal shops that dotted the main drag at the time and I was immediately enchanted. Fortunately I didn’t have to go far to get a copy, as they had an extensive in-store CD selection for sale.
Playing this always envokes the emotion of that afternoon if even the now sadly degraded memories of what actually expired outside that shop are fleeting.
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365 Days Of UNF: July 9th
Just Because
“I Could Live There”
To Satisfy The Whims Of Narcissistic Sociopaths

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What The Fuck Are We Doing?
Every single day another line disappears. Something that should stop the country in its tracks becomes another headline, another debate, another argument, another excuse. We barely have time to process one outrage before another one arrives. The news moves on.
Social media moves on. The people responsible move on. Somehow we’re expected to move on too.
Every morning starts to feel the same. You open your phone wondering what it will be today.
What rule will no longer matter?
What institution will be tested again? What norm will quietly disappear? What will happen that would have dominated every front page in America ten years ago but now barely survives a news cycle before the next impossible thing replaces it?
It isn’t one moment. It never is. It’s watching the impossible become ordinary. It’s watching behavior that once would have ended careers become another argument on television. It’s watching accountability become optional, corruption become background noise, and abuses of power become something people debate instead of reject. Somewhere along the way, the unthinkable stopped feeling unthinkable, and that’s the part that should terrify every one of us.
Every day feels like it should have been enough. Instead, another justification appears, another distraction takes over, and somehow the bar gets raised again.
What should have been the breaking point simply becomes the starting point for whatever comes next.
It leaves you looking around wondering whether everyone else is seeing the same country you are.
Not because this is complicated.
Because it isn’t. There is nothing complicated about corruption.
There is nothing complicated about cruelty. There is nothing complicated about abusing power and expecting everyone else to pretend it’s normal. The most bewildering part isn’t what is happening. It’s watching people argue over whether it deserves to matter at all.
People are suffering while the people with the power to change it argue about talking points. Children are falling asleep to the sound of bombs. Parents are wondering whether they can keep the people they love alive. People with disabilities are watching decades of hard-won protections being dismantled piece by piece. Older adults are wondering whether dignity has become too expensive to protect. Families are carrying burdens that grow heavier while those with the power to change course keep finding new excuses not to. Communities are paying the price while power protects itself.
There is something deeply unsettling about watching a society lose its ability to be shocked. Not because shocking things stopped happening, but because they started happening so often that they became part of the routine.
Institutions bend. Accountability shrinks. Excuses multiply.
Eventually we aren’t asking whether a line was crossed. We’re arguing over whether the line ever existed.
That may be the cruelest part of all.
Normalization doesn’t ask
permission. It doesn’t arrive with a warning. It quietly reshapes our expectations until outrage becomes exhaustion, exhaustion becomes routine, and routine becomes acceptance.
So I’ll ask it again.
What the fuck are we doing?
Too many people have hidden behind the word ‘politics.’ It has become the excuse used to avoid making moral judgments. Calling out cruelty, corruption, dishonesty, abuses of power, or the erosion of democratic norms isn’t just another political opinion. It never was.
This has never just been about politics. It has always been about morality. About what kind of people we choose to be when power rewards cruelty instead of compassion, loyalty instead of integrity, and blind allegiance instead of truth. Every generation likes to imagine it would have recognized the moments history now condemns. The truth is that history isn’t written by people who recognized those moments afterward. It is written by the people who refused to normalize them while they were happening.
Every time people in positions of power excuse something because it’s politically convenient, the line moves. Every time institutions decide that character matters a little less than power, the line moves.
Every time leaders explain away corruption because it benefits them, the line moves. Every time cruelty becomes entertainment instead of a moral breaking point, the line moves. We keep telling ourselves someone, somewhere, will finally draw the line, while watching the line disappear in real time.
So no, I’m done pretending this is complicated. Some things are simply wrong.
The world only becomes this way when people allow it to. Not all at once, but one excuse at a time. One compromise at a time. One rationalization at a time. One institution deciding accountability can wait. One leader deciding loyalty matters more than integrity.
One person with the power to draw the line deciding not to. Then something worse happens, built on every excuse that came before it.
The people excusing corruption don’t get to redefine what corruption is. The people defending cruelty don’t get to redefine what cruelty is. The people justifying dishonesty don’t get to redefine honesty. And abuse of power doesn’t become leadership simply because someone found a way to explain it away.
The moment a society starts rewriting its morality to fit its loyalties, it has already started losing something far more important than politics.
So I’ll ask it one last time.
What the fuck are we doing?
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Internal Bleeding Just About Sums It Up
Yup. It’s Really That Hot Today.
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“Photo Safety”
Right?
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This Was Called A “Cottage”
Convert the Dressing Room to a walk-in closet. Close off the existing closet in that bedroom and turn it into a half bath accessible from the hallway. Alternately, move the Bathroom to the Dressing Room space, turn the existing Bathroom into a walk-in closet. Seal off the existing Bedroom closet into a half bath with a door to the hall. Any number of options on the First Floor.
Upstairs Maid’s Room could be a great home office or Guest Bedroom. Likewise, the existing “Work Room” would make an excellent entertainment room—or in the vernacular—a “Man Cave.”
Overall, this is one of the favorites I’ve seen recently.
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Don’t Let Me Be Disappointed…Please!
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Released 49 Years Ago Today
Alan Parsons Project: I, Robot (1977)
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365 Days Of UNF: July 8th
My Favorite Day Of The Week
I’ve been seeing a lymphedema therapist since late last year to address the ongoing swelling since my surgery last Septembefr. What is the therapy? It can be best described as a deep head and neck massage. I know that sounds kind of flippant, but the therapy does work, and it’s an hour once a week when I can just disconnect from the world.
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Morning Soundtrack
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Today’s Affirmation
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365 Days Of UNF: July 7th
The More You Know
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Another Tiny Russian House

At 77 m2 (829 sq. ft.) it is indeed tiny, but not overly so. I’ve lived in what felt like very spacious one bedroom apartments that topped out at about 700 square feet and a lot of that felt wasted.
The one thing I would do is get rid of the wall separating the front entrance hall from the living room as well as the walls and doors separating that expanded space from the rest of the house. That central hallway is still wasted space, but at least you’d get the illusion of the space being much larger and open.
And as to why Russian homes have such thick walls, it’s as I suspected…
That probably also explains why the public part of the house is divided from the private area. It can be closed off to save on heating!
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