Current* conditions near Chicago, IL:

Sat next to an American football coach from St. Louis watching the USMNT match who kept referring to himself as “eerily locked in” to all activities relating to his family.

“His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor.”

Sonny Boy (2021)

I am by no means a Wendell Berry guy, but one of his ideas I admire is that it is the duty of adults to model a life of richness and fulfillment aside from entertainment and indulgence. Not for the adult’s own sake, or to force children to live this way, but so that children know it is possible.

“It seems the sky left us // hanging, long ago, and now wants us undetermined, // untried sheep nosing out of mist.”

I love it when an unexpected ally appears allowing me to survive a crucial moment, who then is forced to retreat, shouting “I’ll leave the rest to you!”

I have more ball knowledge than all of Bsky combined so I have muted every single word plausibly related to the WC.

She said no, no this isn’t city pop, this is urbane pop.

Two real Mystery-heads debating who understands god less.

That thing about the Greek statues being painted originally was just made up by Sherwin-Williams.

Everything sounds fake to me since I heard ‘amor de encava,’ just how it is.

Sometimes I dream about Sherman's March to the Sea. How that holy fire could have grown bigger and bigger.

I miss pre-COVID cafe hours maybe more than anything else from the world before.

Just heard an intern say, in an incredibly gentle voice, “It’s Friday. The day that I wished for all week.”

Lower your shoulder and slip through the next curtain, and then again.

There is no such thing as deserving help.

Morning noon and night.

Had my GRIIIx with me to look at Paradise Lost this weekend. Some detail shots.

Oh man oh man oh man oh man what can I say, I just really hope the good guys win.

Uniqlo AIRism walked so Heaven City AngelWool could run!

Hmmmm. I hope that in whatever new world is being born they need austere office workers.

“behind which a luxury hotel is planned // for comic suicides in the next decade.”

Accept it without blinking.

It is not unthinkable that some very small number of Aztecs saw the new fire ceremony three times. They would need to be born near the beginning of a cycle, see another at around 52 years-old, and then live on to the absolute limit of old age. But not impossible.

“we gathered round a fountain by the altars, // performing sacrifices to the gods // under a dappled sycamore. The water // welled up shining there, and in that place // the great portent appeared.”

AI is useful to those for whom AI would be useful.

Elite veteran footballers will speak about the qualities of a good teammate, listing the expected traits – a sense for space, technical ability, chemistry. But the most mysterious is the ability to suffer. Quite specifically that language. “He knows how to suffer.”

nd I listen to music off my phone nd I flip pages of my paperback underneath the ceiling fan

“Gliding she rose and broke like mist from the inshore // grey sea face, to sit down softly before him,”

One of my directors has essentially developed a bespoke grammar of corporate communication and will not allow deliberation to progress until you’ve responded using her preferred phrasing. It’s incredible to witness, I consider her a true artist.

I wonder how I can experience more lovely moments.

It’s funny what lives on inside of you. I haven’t played the clarinet in a long time - but when I woke up this morning having dreamt the sound of the clarinet, I woke up thinking “oh, that’s me.“

I am ennobled by PTO.

A few times every year I come up with the life-changing plan to save my money to buy something beautiful.

Had a horseradish martini on my birthday that was so elegant and so lovely I can summon its cozy glow at will.

“I have loved splendor and splendor follows me.”

At the basilica.

On the peninsula.