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.


Black Sabbath playing “War Pigs” live. Still one of the greatest anti-war songs. (That drummer, folks. They don’t make them like that anymore.)


Rachel got a great video of a bee enjoying one of the zucchini blossoms.


Penda’s Fen, folks. I never heard of this movie before yesterday and now I can’t get it out of my head. Pagan, anarchist, localist, seventies British folk horror. There’s so much going on in it.

Penda’s Fen title card

Neighborhood lions, carved in limestone.


Make your own toothpaste: 4 tbsp melted coconut oil, 3 tbsp baking soda, 3 tbsp bentonite clay, 10-20 drops peppermint essential oil. Reduces plastic use when compared to standard toothpaste. And fewer chemicals, if that’s a concern.

Containers of baking soda, bentonite clay, coconut oil, and peppermint oil.

Pan, an ongoing collection of sources

Keeping everything in one spot. Will be updated over time. Wikipedia article. Useful as links to other sources. Plutarch’s report of the death of Pan. In some Christian tellings, connected to/occurred at the death of Jesus. Pan and the Nightmare by James Hillman. The first half by Hillman is excellent. The second half by Roscher was less interesting for me. Elizabeth Barret Browning: “A Musical Instrument” “The Dead Pan”, in which EBB rejoices in the death of Pan and the superiority of Christianity.

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I’m more proud of this carrot than I have any right to be

Carrot against a background of lord garden plants

Touring the Luddy School of Informatics, Computing, and Engineering today. Maybe I’ll get to meet the AI that will eventually take my job…


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.