Luxury localism

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.

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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.

I snuck a picture of the best girl ever.

Is it any wonder that in such a brutish time–a martial time–the lords of the world are trying to reach Mars? War is a god and it’s calling all our names.

Vote for me and I pledge to bring back city-states and then go find something better to do than politicking.

A bit sad to say I’ve finished Corbin’s Alone with the Alone. I’ll be buying a copy so I can have the comfort of its presence. Next up is the book I’ve been heading toward for months: Gregory Shaw’s Theurgy and the Soul. After that I’m returning to uncle Wendell’s fiction.

Now I’m remembering more: many of those who buttoned all the way up also didn’t believe in neckties. They were “adornment” and just as sinful as women’s jewelry.

Random memory: there were a large number of Holiness men who believed men should always wear long sleeves. Within this group there was a sizable contingent who believed in buttoning their shirts all the way to the top. (I remember these latter being mostly Oklahomans.)

Whew the black coffee from Hoosier Bloom is strong today. I feel a light electric buzz throughout my limbs. AMA. 😉

I’m in the final twenty pages of Corbin’s Alone with the Alone. I estimate I’ve understood a third, kinda understood a third, and not at all understood a third; it has, nevertheless, been worth it. There’s so much here to think about. Reading it took me back to those first few years after leaving the Holiness churches when I was reading academic theology that was way over my head. It pushed me in important ways, and sent me on so many side quests.

What led me to this book was a desire to have a fuller understanding of imagination/“the imaginal” as something more than “fantasy.” That led me first to Corbin’s lecture on Mundus Imaginalis (pdf) and then to this book. I think I have the beginnings of that fuller understanding now, for which I am very grateful to Corbin. Just don’t ask me to put it in my own words yet. :) That’ll take more time.