This is my junk box. Random thoughts on life, the universe and everything. NO! I'm not a blogger, so this site will never have regular updates. But it will continue to grow. Reflect my interests, surprises and other things I might decide to dump here.

Chapter 1 : What to buy and what to avoid

Here you'll find videos explaining what you will definately need, what the nice to have items are and what you definately should not buy.

Angler Training

Here are some traingin videos that I put together for my angling club.

My aim here is to get the new angler up to speed as fast as possible, while saving them as much money as possible, by preventing unnecisary and/or useless purchases.

Three Turns

Before you read this poem, be prepared to be confused. I wrote it in the train on the way to work on 18 April 2012.
From start to finish it took no more than 15 minutes and I still don't understand how I manged to rip this out with hardly a thought.

All that aside though; it has meaning, intent, and more importantly, it does carry a message. So, have fun figuring it out. While I work on getting a nice explanation and analysis ready.

Three Turns
Turn, turn, turn twirling in the sky.
Free, as flapping butterfly.
Laughter with tears, but never do we cry.

Do not trust a mechanic. (a.k.a If you want it done right, do it yourslef)

In the last 3 months I've had more trouble with cars than I'd care to have for a life time.

Let's start with the first one.

On 13 August I purchased a rather good looking 1977 Ford Escort 1.6 GL. I made the purchase knowing that the rings were shot and that the engine would need work. But that suited me as the car was priced right and I needed it to help a friend out of a bad situation.

So... in order to save time, I took it to a mechanic, so that the engine could be sorted. I was quoted a nasty price, but I need to get it done, so I let it be.

Wood gas, in practice

With the experimentation now done, there was only one thing left to do.

Prepare an actual meal with a wood gas stove.

So, this last Saturday, I got a 12 liter pot and invited some friends over, for a good old braai (BBQ for those not living in South Africa.)

Here I got all the usual stuff ready. I put 3.25 liters of water in the pot, as per the cooking instructions for the pap I had.

Wood gas, take 3

This is getting bigger and better. I'm convinced that this time I have a stove that can actually be used in the rural communities of South Africa.

For this experiment, I was given a big NAN tin (Thanks Mike) and I scavenged a Ricoffy tin from my kitchen. The results from this one, were beyond my wildest dreams... but I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's tell the story in pictures.

As before, here's the stove. Packing in at 436 grams, it's quite a bit bigger than the previous one.

Wood gas, take 2

Yup, this is me with the wood gas stove again. But this time with a bigger stove.

For this experiment, I used a milo tin as the insert and a Ricoffee tin as the skirt.
Adding fuel to this stove is much easier. I didn't have to take the kettle off once.

I also got a little more high tech for this experiment, and bought a kitchen scale
in order to collect more accurate data.

Here is the assembled stove on the scale. As you can see, it weighs in at 277 grams.

Wonderful Wood Gas

For the most part, the Internet is full of... well, there's no other way to say it... Crap!

Yet, every now and then, you happen across a real gem of a concept. Something that really blows your mind. It's even better when you come across something that has real world application.

In this case, that something was the knowledge on how to make and use a wood gas stove. This simple device has the potential to revolutionize the way we think about making and using fire. The strange thing is that these things have apparently been in use for the better part of a century.

To procreate or not to procreate, ask the damn question!

Many years ago I made the decision, not to father any children. It came damn close to being a decision of celibacy, but I'm a man not a rock.

I made this decision, many years before I got married.

To be honest, I can recall exactly when and where I made that decision. I can still see the play-ground around me, the "top" I used to play with, the music class-room I happened to be staring at, the noise of the "kids" around me, the horrid school uniform of Afrikaans Hoërskool Durban Noord.

It was a few months before my 13th birthday.

Have a soda.

Once I start working, I have a tendency to push until I'm done. That's why you don't often see photos of my work while I'm halfway through any one thing. So when I stop myself in the middle of something, to take a photo, you know I was either amazed, ticked off, completely baffled or high on spray painting fumes.

In this particular case though, I was completely amazed!

Take a look at this:

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