Rhyd Wildermuth: People — many of them friends I’ve known to be otherwise reasonable — have become so polluted by feeding on algorithmic despair that they’ve lost any sense of what is real. In such a state, you lose your mind, which is to really say you lose your body. You feed on and then feed into the despair, spread it, becoming vectors for imaginal viruses which plague your unconscious bodily dreaming.
Post from two years ago: The Tao makes no effort at all, yet there is nothing it doesn’t do
This morning, my 78 year-old mom called to tell me she has the flu so I’ve been talking to the pharmacy and the doctor all morning to figure out what we need to do. And then I got pulled over on the way into work and given a warning for speeding. So the last three hours have been a hell of a day
Come and get it! I used Kent Rollins’ recipe. So easy.
We were trying to remember Pete’s method for pork chops on the grill. Eventually I found the video. Bonus: his reminiscence of working with his grandfather, which puts a touch of melancholy in me.
Solstice ashes have been spread on the garden. Equinox fire is burning.
Business idea: hardware store with a spot in the corner for pie and coffee. Black coffee only. We’ll stock little creamers and sugar packets for the weak willed. Smoking preferred.
I didn’t get to have my Agent Cooper coffee and cherry pie at the diner I stopped at the other day. (They were out of cherry pie.) But Rachel took pity on me.
Are we sure there’s a “masculinity crisis”? Or maybe the problem is that we’re looking to pop culture or internet influencers to understand what it means to be a good man? It doesn’t need to be hard. No need for a set of rules. What qualities do you admire in the good men you know? Be and do that.
Our town had a successful tornado siren test last week. Then, days later, we had a tornado warning as a ferocious storm came through and the siren didn’t go off. Then it went off randomly at just after midnight today, on a clear and lovely night. So all is going well here.