Re Spotify nonsense: I used to think I couldn’t live without Spotify for music discovery. Then I got a new phone and never reinstalled it. Then I stopped the paid subscription. Like Twitter, I haven’t missed it. All you need is a record store, Bandcamp, and friend recommendations

Loreena McKennitt sings a version of Yeats’ “The Stolen Child”.

First lilacs of the season.

Lilac will be blooming before long. Sweetgum leaves emerging from the buds.

Three poets have been insisting on me getting to know them better: Yeats, John Clare, R.S. Thomas. Oxford World Classics editions of the first two are on the way. Ronald Stuart will have to be patient a while longer.

Goia says, “I’d pay more for trust.” What about those without discretionary income? Also, the trust crisis with regard to the tech companies means they have too much power. Nobody should have so much power that their ability to distort reality represents a crisis.

That’s a proper Hestian shrine my atheist wife has set up in the corner of the kitchen.

Newly built window box is up. Lean out the window and there’s a salad waiting for you.

Plastics storage facility in Richmond, IN, is ablaze, smoke is assuredly toxic, and will burn for days. We’re literally choking on plastic, from the oceans to small towns in the Midwest.

They shall change their cartridge boxes into screw boxes, neither shall they learn war anymore.