U-pick, I pick, we all pick pumpkins. We’ve been doing this ever since Darcy was a baby. We’re not thinking about how much longer this tradition will continue now that Darcy is a senior…
I believe these are red oak acorns. Whether they are or not, I’m processing them using these old farmers almanac instructions.
Currently reading Gabor Maté’s book When the Body Says No: Exploring The Stress-Disease Connection. Wonderful book. I’m going to have to make some changes, based on this.
Started using Kagi as my search engine after @JohnBrady recommendation and I’m already getting more fruitful search results on something I’m researching.
Interesting haul at half price books today
My local writing group’s prompt this month was to write about a dream. It’s a fiction-focused group but I’m far more comfortable with and interested in nonfiction. Nevertheless, I wrote about my favorite dream and drew on the ideas of James Hillman. So here’s my essay-pretending-to-be-a-story.
History may move in cycles–but this moment in time feels like a stuck record.
Wherever power is, the corrupt will be drawn to it by an irresistible magnetic force. So the only answer is to reduce the scope of power everywhere. That’s why I’m drawn to anarchism.
Precisely this. I see anarchism as necessary for our survival. The only way to a truce in our political and cultural wars is to lower the stakes by spreading power so thinly that no one can gain enough to blow up the world.
So Blood in the Machine starts with an epigraph from Run the Jewels? Dude, I’ve already bought the book—you don’t have to keep winning me over.
