Happy Wicker Man Day!
Happy Wicker Man Day!
A new Port William novel by Wendell Berry is coming this year! If you do order it, consider ordering it through the Berry Center and support the good work they’re doing there. Also, I’ve just realized I didn’t write about my visit there last week. I’ll fix that soon. 📚
A footnote in the book I’m reading led me to The Myth of Disenchantment: Magic, Modernity, and the Birth of the Human Sciences, an academic work currently on sale in Kindle format for $3.99. I hate reading on Kindle but if the subject matter interests you, it’s hard to pass up that deal.
Lord knows I tried long and hard to make the case for peace, going back a decade. … But now we are at a point where those who call for peace are branded by each side as an agent of the other.
That also is the point where miracles are necessary. What is a miracle? It is a happening that is impossible from within a current story, but possible from a new one. Therefore, not only does it seem impossible, but by happening anyway it invites us to question what else we have assumed that may not be true. That is the state of unknowing, the release of old beliefs and what we thought we knew, that prepares the soil for the miraculous in the first place.
I’m back to work after taking last week off–and I’m delaying dealing with all of these messages by writing this post. So what did I do?
This is a wonderful Webb Pierce song about a man addressing his lover as he considers leaving his family for her. In the end he decides against it because “tell me, dear, could you love that kind of man?” 🎵
It is a well-established pattern with advocates of new technology to answer all critiques with an acknowledgement of the need for careful implementation alongside an insistence on its inevitability. In every case, the implementation moves forward unchecked, because inevitability abolishes consent.
Darcy took some photos today during our trip to Madison, IN. A great little town, if you’re ever looking for something to do for a day in southeastern Indiana. We usually go at least once a year.




ChatGPT, make us look like we’re in a Studio Ghibli movie.


If all goes as planned, I’ll be visiting the (Wendell) Berry Center in Kentucky on Friday. I’ll probably also visit Port Royal, his hometown and the inspiration for the fictional Port William.
Strawberries are blooming!
I’m not the best at taking pictures but the @dwalbert corner of our front room is looking great.
Every once in a while you come across a song you could listen to for the rest of your life: The Byrds, “John Riley” 🎵
Concord grape leaves opening up
One of my projects for next week’s vacation is to restore an old chair. The seat will need caning, and I plan to have an Amish shop do that part. I’ll do the cleanup, repair (if needed), and painting. I’ll be using milk paint for the first time.
One week until vacation. We’ll mostly stay around home. Maybe one day down to Madison, IN. Maybe a solo day trip. Mostly just not thinking about work.
Today’s walk to Murray woods.




Colter Wall’s cover of “I Never Go Around Mirrors” is the distilled essence of country music. His voice, the classic lyrics, stripped down music, the harmony. It’s just perfect. 🎵
I got a handmade straw hat from the local Amish community. My family and friends’ reaction has been … mixed. 😂
From this interview, via Sarah Hendren
An elated, loving interest in the use and care of the land.
An informed and conscientious submission to nature.
The wish to have and to belong to a place of one’s own, as the only secure source of sustenance and independence.
A persuasion in favor of economic democracy; a preference for enough over too much.
Fear and contempt of waste of every kind, and its ultimate consequence in land exhaustion.
A preference for saving rather than spending.
An assumption of the need for a subsistence or household economy.
An acknowledged need for neighbors, and a willingness to be a good neighbor.
A living sense of the need for continuity of family and community life.
Respect for work, and (as self-respect) for good work.
A lively suspicion of anything new, contradicting the ethos of consumerism and the cult of celebrity.
One thing I learned from my fundamentalist upbringing, which has served me well: I have never expected or needed the world around me to live by my values.
Erik Davis has a worthwhile piece on the supposed trend of a Silicon Valley Christianity. He calls it Christian transhumanism. When I read things like this, I feel that same discombobulation I felt when I first learned of The Church of the Papal Mainframe in Doctor Who.
So how’s climate change going for y’all?
On Wednesday, April 2nd, a big storm rolled through the area. Thankfully, we were spared the worst of it. Many, many people–including folks in the area–were not so lucky.
We went to the basement when the tornado warning was issued for our area at around 11pm. While we were down there, we found a few leaks. One was in the wall:
And, bizarrely, one was flowing like a water feature up from the floor:
We were able to put a bucket under the wall leak but there were also some prolific leaks in the back of the basement. A neighbor said his rain gauge measured 4.5" inches of rain over the course of that night, so there was a great deal of water flowing into our basement.
Near the end of the tornado warning, our power went out–which means the sump pump stopped running. Once the warning ended, I started bailing out the sump pit and continued doing so until 2am, when the rain substantially stopped. I wouldn’t even want to guess how many gallons of water I took upstairs to the kitchen drain. (All drains in the basement just empty back into the sump pit!) The power came back on about ten minutes after I stopped bailing.
Rachel then spent the next couple of hours sweeping the remaining water into the sump pit and using the shop vac on our water feature in the floor until it finally stopped flowing. The good news is that neither the furnace nor the water heater suffered any damage.
The next day, Rachel and I felt like we had hangovers. But we bought a generator, which will help us make sure we can run the sump pump (and anything else) the next time the power goes out. We looked at battery backup systems for the sump pump but the generator will serve that need for the time being. We also have a plan for patching the leaks once we manage to get two dry days in a row.
We’re increasingly thinking in terms of preparation, in case weather unpredictability increases due to climate change. We’ve never had a generator before, because it seemed mostly unnecessary. Now it feels judicious to make the investment. We’ll see.
In the course of a tariff discussion with friends in a group text, I threw out this statement of political priorities and, on reflection, I do think it captures most of what I care about at the moment:
In any case, my preferred outcome is not on the table: managed degrowth of the economy; discrediting and banishing the American dream of increasing consumerism and reliance on personal debt; and breaking up Big Tech and fundamentally slowing and limiting technological advancement.