We’re all okay this morning. Thanks for the expressions of concern. No significant damage but it was a crazy night. I’ll tell the story when I get some time today.
Power is out. I get to use my hurricane lamp! Also, we have plenty of candles around, being pagans. 😂
Tornado warning, so we’re all in the creepy basement for the next twenty minutes or so. I hope everyone stays safe tonight!
It’s very windy here at Green Man’s Grotto. Our resident pond frog is taking in the air before the storms rush in tonight.
Jesse Welles, “Trees” 🎵
We have some severe weather headed our way so we’ve been watching Max Velocity live on YouTube. His coverage is so much better than traditional media. It’s strange, watching this shift to new media. And sometimes it really is an improvement.
I used Kent Rollins’ recipe for homemade tortillas and quesadillas. I’m sure a Mexican grandma would look on my tortillas with pity, but it turned out pretty good. 😄 (That emoji is for you, John.)
Sand cherry and jane magnolia blooms
Rachel just reminded me that I had a Tabasco sauce tie collection in the early nineties. I loved loud ties in my teenage years. She thought I was cute. 😄
Imaginal pollution
Rhyd Wildermuth: People — many of them friends I’ve known to be otherwise reasonable — have become so polluted by feeding on algorithmic despair that they’ve lost any sense of what is real. In such a state, you lose your mind, which is to really say you lose your body. You feed on and then feed into the despair, spread it, becoming vectors for imaginal viruses which plague your unconscious bodily dreaming.