And they shall beat their data centers into plowshares, and their Teslas into pruninghooks.

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.

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

I don’t know if you can predict the winter by woolly bears but I do love seeing them. Also, I would be part of any club called “The Original Society of the Friends of the Woolly Bear.”

Yesterday, Rachel and I walked to our graves. A nice way to delay the day when we’ll be carried there.

Quite a story: “How Chinese spies used lies, love and betrayal to target the Federal Reserve”

“we are not hedonists, and were not created merely for our own happiness or pleasure”

Joscelyn Godwin, The Mystery of the Seven Vowels:

Yet I will add, in all seriousness, that no animal would have served better as a hidden symbol of Iaô than the patient and unmusical ass, which cries as best it can the name of the Unknown God.

I was not expecting to find a joke–much less a funny one–in this book.

Me, four years ago: “Unknown/Unknowable”