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.
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.
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
Donny posted a good reponse to my luxury localism thing.
From “Listen Lord: A Prayer” by James Weldon Johnson. The book in its entirety is online here
And now, O Lord –
When I’ve done drunk my last cup of sorrow –
When I’ve been called everything but a child of God –
When I’m done travelling up the rough side of the mountain –
O – Mary’s Baby –
When I start down the steep and slippery steps of death –
When this old world begins to rock beneath my feet –
Lower me to my dusty grave in peace
To wait for that great gittin' up morning – Amen.
Wonderful: “The Creation” by James Weldon Johnson, via @readerjohn. “I’m lonely” reminds me of Corbin’s discussion of the Divine Sigh that initiated creation. Hadith of the Hidden Treasure: “I was a hidden treasure and I longed to be known, so I created creatures that I might be known.”
When supermarket eggs were getting expensive a while back, a local farmer’s market vendor said she was raising the price of her eggs. Not because her input costs were increasing—they hadn’t, she said–but simply because the supermarket price had gone up. To paraphrase from memory, “It’s not right that I should not get paid just as much for my eggs, since they are a superior product.” I am as glad as anyone about the increasing preference for local products, particularly food, over the last few years.
Today is Darcy’s first day at a full time job! She’ll be working at a place that does behavior therapy for autistic children.