I'm Jake Lunniss. I make furniture by hand in a small workshop in Ocean Grove, cook lunch for strangers every other Saturday, and write about what happens when you build a life with your hands instead of a screen. I write here every week about the slow business of building a life that smells like sawdust, dirt and dinner.
Saturday mornings are swim lessons for the boys, and every morning when I get home the first order of business is making a coffee. I'm a pour over man. A filter paper, a hand grinder, and something to
31 March 2026 · 7 min read min readThe first time a chisel bit into a piece of timber the lie of the digital world was exposed.Read the manifesto →
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