New video: Green Man’s Grotto, February 2024. A tour of our backyard garden at its worst, with a few ideas for the upcoming growing season.
New video: Green Man’s Grotto, February 2024. A tour of our backyard garden at its worst, with a few ideas for the upcoming growing season.
Adam Kotsko, “The Information Environment: Toward a Deeper Enshittification Thesis”:
The near-total context collapse we are now experiencing was already baked into the workings of the Mosaic web browser and the dream of the “information age” that it encapsulates. Information does want to be free, as it turns out — free of context, free of pleasure, free of empathy, even free of comprehension. The effort to just cut to the chase and give us the information has actively destroyed the conditions for understanding and using that information in an intelligent way.
New video: DIY gone wrong
This morning I’ll be preparing the final tax returns for the beard products business I co-own with three friends. We had a decent year or two but it’s been effectively defunct for two years at this point. We’ve all been too busy and our interest waned over time.
Is there any way to get the “new post” page on the web interface to remember (instead of having to click the option every time) to show categories? @help
This is a great piece on Eminem’s boxes of rhyming notes. Via Austin Kleon’s Friday newsletter.
Woodland crocus is always the first flower in our yard—and this year it’s even earlier. According to Seek, I first recorded it on Feb 22 last year. They’re just gorgeous little things.
This from Rebecca Solnit (via @sod) feels like a dispatch from a foreign war correspondent. “Do people really live like this? How is this madness possible?”
Interviewing candidates today for a newly created financial analyst position. I’m comfortable interviewing for straight-up accounting positions but this one will be something new for me. I’m actually a bit nervous!
Well, other projects have been put on hold since our screen door has gone from “let’s fix that this spring” to “it’s falling apart in our hands.” So I’m going to attempt (something like) Tommy Silva’s design.
I cleaned up a couple of pieces of that century-old trim I picked up from my in-law’s remodel last year:
Those will be the rails. I’ll have to buy some lumber for the stiles since I don’t already have anything long enough.
Also, I found this gate on the sidewalk beside a trash barrel. I’ll take it apart and find some use for it!
Video: Reading “The Beauty of Things” by Robinson Jeffers
Yes, I opened an account with Evil Empire. The other services either didn’t seem like a good fit or were too fiddly for me. Since I don’t plan to be a vlogger, I’m just looking for quick and simple. I’ll likely leave them all set to unlisted.
Anyone know of a way to see a list of posts that haven’t been categorized? Ideally, within the micro.blog site itself where I can assign categories to them.
If history demonstrates that Israel committed genocide in 2024 how will you feel about your silence, your role as an enabler?
That’s my question to you if you’re silent on the subject of the current events in Gaza. And if your silence does not enable wrong policy and action, explain to me why it does not.
… I would suggest that tax-paying citizens of the United States do need to take a public position as a matter of basic human accountability and decency in regards to basic human rights.
If the public remains silent or is seen to remain silent on an issue the government can and does point to such lack of dissent as approval.
Denny and I have talked enough that I think we both know we have certain values in common and he won’t take what I have to say here as anything other than a good-faith attempt to answer his challenge. The tone of this is a bit testier than usual and that should not be construed as me being angry at Denny (an honorable, principled person) or anyone else. It is the result of my strong feelings about retaining my independence. Those feelings, in turn, probably go back to the churches of my childhood, which sought uniformity of lifestyle and opinion above all else. Independent thinking was not allowed. I have a strong reaction whenever I feel like someone is trying to compel me to act in a way they judge to be right.
What follows are a list of possible reasons why I may not speak publicly about a given issue. It is not addressed to the situation in Gaza particularly, because I intend this to be a general statement. One or more may apply to my thinking on any given issue.
The world, it seems, is full and overflowing with events, any one of which would have seemed world-historical in any other age. On some days, it feels like a feat to face the day without falling apart. Most of us are small creatures attempting to live our lives with something like responsibility and peacefulness. We are also subject to powers and their servants, over whom we have no control. Those powers do not deserve and must not have our allegiance.
But for each other, we must have some grace. We are, many of us, doing what it is ours to do—or at least trying to figure it out. Let’s assume the best of each other, until we are given sufficient evidence otherwise. Let’s not make enemies of each other.
I’ve taken a notion to post occasional videos. Hikes, gardening, woodworking projects, poetry—whatever. I wanted to use micro.blog’s video capability but the max limit is about one minute. I may create a YouTube account and use their unlisted option, unless anyone knows of an easy non-google way.
I was delighted to be reminded of Malcolm Guite this morning when I came across his YouTube channel. Here he is reading an essay on pipe smoking.
Sometimes the world is terrible—but sometimes I just need a nap.
Around here, Candlemas means crêpes by candlelight (even if it is the middle of the day).
We (mostly Rachel!) made a decent dent in this weekend’s project. It’ll take at least one more round to dig out the … oh I don’t know … ten remaining tons of rock and landscape fabric.
How it looked last summer versus current state:


So one of our projects is to rip out (almost) all of the landscaping on the south side of the house and replace it with flowers and food. I was planning to start helping Rachel this afternoon (I was job working this morning) but then came out and she already had a great deal of it done! She said “buy a girl a pair of coveralls and there’s no telling what she’ll do.” ❤️ But don’t worry, there’s still plenty of work left for me to share in. 😄
Video of Bronson Cave, Spring Mill State Park
Prayer after Eating
Wendell Berry
I have taken in the light
that quickened eye and leaf.
May my brain be bright with praise
of what I eat, in the brief blaze
of motion and of thought.
May I be worthy of my meat.
[published in The Country of Marriage]
I love this Imbolc essay from Rhyd Wildermuth.
It’s 7pm and that has come to mean one thing at the Abel house this winter: it’s time for tea and Azerbaijanians.
Gardening is afoot! Rachel is planting sweet peas and prepping some other indoor containers for seed starting.
At the moment, my plan is to continue reading Wendell Berry’s fiction until I’ve read it all. Using Tom Murphy’s site as my source (and excluding some hard-to-find small press titles), here’s how it stands: