Sand cherry and jane magnolia blooms
Rachel just reminded me that I had a Tabasco sauce tie collection in the early nineties. I loved loud ties in my teenage years. She thought I was cute. 😄
Imaginal pollution
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.
