Oh, hello, 2022. Didn’t see you come in, there. I’m not sure I have anything evaluative to say about 2021, other than that for me it was the year of adrenaline blowback. I did a bit of mental writing and not much else besides watch a lot of recuperative television and obsess over the La
It’s a beautiful fall day, with the wind shaking leaves out of the trees and carrying them where they will. So I’m in the mood to post an old poem of mine on the same theme, along with a few of my morning pics. Enjoy! Temperance: To the Artist (Psalm 147) The scent of rain
It’s my good fortune that there are so many sunset maples hereabouts. So I took a short walk with the Lumix this afternoon to catch a few of them before the leaves are down. I hope there are fine trees wherever you are!
“The solutions are there,” is a climate action slogan that has borne up the last several years, and what it means is that we don’t need fancy tech to address the problems of climate change; we just need to do things that nobody wants to do. Free public transit solves several problems, but nobody wants
And now for a brief rant. The pundit class may be inexhaustibly devoted to the spit-warm take that we should sympathize with and seek to mollify these anti-public-health sadopopulist wombat cubes with weeping sores where their empathy should be. But I’m well past exhausted and cracked the needle on the annoyance knob long ago. Never
This post begins with a story of two tweets, one of which I will link and one of which I will not. Earlier this week, I ran across a tweet from someone who didn’t want to give oxygen to some person’s anti-trans screed, but screenshotted part of it to discuss one particular aspect of it.
Welp, spring is creeping up on us and wriggling its little butt, ready to pounce. The elms in my neighborhood are plumping up to bloom and I have laid in a stock of Flonase for the season. I haven’t had any blog-post-sized things to say recently, just plugging away at work and words by turns.
It is very cold and a very fine snow is misting down, and that is just as it should be. Some notes from the home front: While my tea is steeping, I’ve taken to picking up the camera and practicing shots on whatever I find marginally interesting in my flat. It is not yet light
One day, more than a decade ago now, I was on my commute fretting about how a boundary I wanted to establish would make me An Asshole in everyone’s eyes including my own. And as I was driving along, for the first time ever I thought, “Well then, I’ll just be an asshole.” Like Huck
Good afternoon! Things to be noted: Remember when I advised you, dear readers, to BURY THEM in votes? Well, just imagine if we hadn’t! I have for some reason not added to the 900 words I wrote on TLT last week. From the people who brought you fifty billion hearings on Benghazi, we are suddenly