Chai update: after making Chetna’s recipe and finding it lacking in flavor (which could very well be my fault!), I got a package of Tazo organic chai, which isn’t any better. (By the way, the chai at Anyetsang’s Little Tibet in Bloomington is wonderful.) Next up: Black Lotus Chai.

My mom told me about a creepy guy who came to her door and I want to say, “Why are you answering your door?” I never go to the door at some random knock. If you want me to open the door, text me first. Rachel and I are always quoting Moss on this subject.

Anyone have a good chai recipe for a newbie? I tried this one from Chetna of Great British Bake Off fame using Darjeeling tea but it tasted a bit thin. I wanted something fuller and more flavorful. (Or maybe I’m expecting the wrong thing because I’m an American coffee drinker?)

I received my micro.blog sticker today and I’ve added it to the side of my laptop shelf.

I have a shameful lack of knowledge about the history–and ongoing story–of Native Americans. Anyone have some documentary film recommendations?

This is a good example of my favorite type of Rhyd’s writing, and why I’m a paying subscriber. His political theory stuff is interesting enough, but I love it when he goes full-on pagan weird with stories from his life.

I encountered Gary Snyder’s phrase “we are the primitives / of an unknown culture” this week and it gave me that mind-opening feeling. I’ve left a tab open to do some digging into its context and meaning.

A little Solstice berry gathering along the Milwaukee Trail

So I’d like to visit some area cemeteries this summer and I’d like to mark them on a map app and maybe make notes. I’d also like for the app to be somewhat privacy oriented (which I know means “not free”). Any recommendations?

2 Samuel 5:24:

And let it be, when thou hearest the sound of a going in the tops of the mulberry trees, that then thou shalt bestir thyself: for then shall the LORD go out before thee, to smite the host of the Philistines.

As a kid I always loved that phrase “the sound of a going in the tops of the mulberry trees” and I still think of it every summer evening when the wind is blowing in a storm—as it is tonight.