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
