At the top of Green Hill Cemetery. The wonderful stone carver memorial stands to the right and, up the next hill in the distance, stands St Vincent de Paul.
Anyone else notice that people don’t flash lights at oncoming traffic to warn about a speed trap? (I still do.) Has this practice just been forgotten or is it the result of thin blue line propaganda? I remember when country folks and cops weren’t friendly. Not hostile, but certainly not trusting.
An unexpected effect of the (not so) new job: I’m rarely in Bloomington anymore. It was such a big part of my life for thirty years. Now I’m there less than once a month. So many cool things there, but now I think, “All the way to Bloomington? In that traffic?” 😄
It’s here! Just in time for me to shape up a super secret project during my week off.
And they shall beat their data centers into plowshares, and their Teslas into pruninghooks.
I’d have a hard time picking my favorite Aesop Rock but this would be near the top. 🎵 Yes, I watched the documentary after hearing it.
Thirty-one years ago today I had the best and last first date of my life.
I made the same resolution a few weeks ago. I’m getting better at trusting that inner voice.
PSA: I will post nothing further about AGI/machine learning. I will read nothing further on the topic (and am purging my RSS feed accordingly). I have other and better things on my mind and heart.
Playing along
The thing about watching my mom lose her grip on reality is that I feel like I’m participating in some way. For years now, I’ve honed my skills as mom-whisperer: she’s always been a rambling talker and I’ve learned to decipher the meaning. Now, though, my mental habit of pulling multiple threads of conversation together into a meaningful web is making me feel a little crazy myself. I find myself grasping for a throughline that is fading fast.
I’m working from home today so I’m celebrating the return of Pete by playing old videos in the background.
Relatedly, I regularly open a streaming app on weekends looking for a movie to watch and end up switching to YouTube instead. I vastly prefer real people just doing their thing, whatever it is