Well the web filter must have finally switched the categorization of micro.blog to social networking because it’s blocked on my work laptop now. Boooo!
Well the web filter must have finally switched the categorization of micro.blog to social networking because it’s blocked on my work laptop now. Boooo!
My personal definition of animism: the whole dang thing is alive and talking.
Vaclav Havel, via Donny: Being spellbound within me and Being spellbound within the world can join hands anytime, anywhere and in any way: when I look into the crown of a tree or into someone’s eyes, when I succeed in writing you a good letter, when I am moved by an opera on television, when a passage from Levinas sets my thoughts swirling, when our visits work out, when I understand the meaning of my compassion for the weather-woman, when I help someone or when someone helps me, when something important happens, or when nothing in particular happens at all.
Well it’s about time to get ready for work after a week off. It’s been one of the best vacations of my life–and we didn’t go anywhere. Somehow, and unintentionally, it was perfectly paced. It felt like more than a week long. I got a lot done while also having plenty of leisure. I’m very thankful.
Had a great time at Dinky’s Auction last Friday night. Huge place with hundreds of people there. Probably six simultaneous auctions happening across the three big buildings. Didn’t buy anything except a fish sandwich and sweet tea. Audio only because half the crowd were plain folks.
I’ve updated the correspondent section of The Visitor’s News site after some clarifying questions from some friends.
New project: The Visitor’s News. I’d love for you to subscribe and participate. (In fact, the whole thing hinges on participation!) I’d like to get out a November issue so if you want to be a correspondent, please send in your subscription and letter in the next couple of weeks.
I am thankful that, in 2026, a few anachronisms still exist in small town Indiana. Ladies and gentlemen, the White Steamer in Washington. Everyone clearly knows each other. Cash only. Menu on the wall with those black press-in letters. Old men at the bar talking about the weather. 10/10
Uncle Wendell was mentioned by a Budget scribe out of Missouri
First fire!