It’s especially important to remember that people love hating their enemies — they love that more than anything. So the worst thing you could do to them, as far as they’re concerned, is to diminish their hatreds. To those of us who don’t happen to share those hatreds, their behavior might look like wearying, pointless repetition. But from the inside, those hatreds are the primary instrument of myth confirmation. They give security, and people want security.
Jesse Welles has a new song about the death of Charlie Kirk 🎵
Another sign of the shift out of summer: we can hear the scrap yard a mile from here in the morning. Turns out, sound travels farther in cold temperatures.
Listening to the first episode of the Newkirks’ series on mediumship. Turns out there is an active Spiritualist camp in Indiana with a very colorful history. I know the destination of my next road trip!
One of the things I’ve learned since taking this new job is that the feeling of vague dread every time I think of work is not, in fact, necessary.
Owens House shadow box
Rachel made a shadow box in honor of our house and all the ancestors and spirits of place. Her description of the contents: The wooden planks that help make up the back panel are from the house itself. I gathered them from the attic. The printouts are from newspaper clippings. Updates began with the Owens getting permits to build the house, and ending the week they moved in. The prickly seed pods are from the sweet gum tree that the Elliots planted.
Nicely observed.
There are no “side effects.” There are only effects you like and effects you don’t like. To say otherwise is merely marketing.
Rachel, Darcy, and I visited the Sculpture Trails Outdoor Museum today. Pretty cool! Mostly it made me wish even more for a landscape filled with shrines.
Really good reading advice from Alan Jacobs
One of the best things about our garden this summer has been these galia melons. They’re apparently a cross between honeydew and cantaloupe; they’re straightforwardly sweet, eliminating that slightly off taste of cantaloupe. And they’re so pretty!
