There was a group of these on long stems growing along a wall. I blew the head off only one of them. Why one? I don’t know. I’m going to bring a macro lens and have a look at the tops of the flyers …

This is the BEST explanation I have seen so far.

Sometimes frosty mornings, but T-shirt weather by noon

One afternoon. 5:15-ish. Fog line appears to rise. A clear, sharp boundary. It happened quickly.

I’ve been packing for a move. Ran across my birth certificate. I put it in the bag I carry to work. Because I don’t have blue eyes, and you never know. Apparently. This is where we’ve arrived …

Watching politics: Like frogs boiling their own water…

tiny spider webs hundreds of them sparkled with dew

Dreamed I was sleepy. And I don’t know what to think about that …

Magnolia grandiflora. Seems unlikely, doesn’t it?

it was sunset on thursday. what looks like a far mountain is a big horizon-hugger cloud. then i saw them all directions, walls of rain clouds falling into the horizon but blue sky above. it was like standing in a bowl. i squinted my eyes at them but they don’t say nothing.

Joan Didion: “Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”

This is what happens next. Just before it gets crazy.

It’s like we elected cosplay Klingons who know all about drinking songs but nothing about honor.

It’s one thing to believe undocumented immigrants are such a problem that they need to be rounded up in the streets and held without due process in makeshift prisons. It’s another to call the prisons “Alligator Alley” or “Speedway Slammer” like you’re naming carnival rides. With a sense of… fun?

Don’t censor the first draft.

Fashion tip: Wear something you can answer the door in.

Raise your hand if you can imagine Jesus jumping out of an unmarked white van in an ICE uniform to raid a Home Depot. I’m making a list.

I don’t understand holodecks. And I’ve thought about it.

I’m re-reading this. May not have been old enough the first time.

Beloit, WI revitalized its waterfront and chose this way to celebrate it: by bringing to life Georges Seurat's "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte."

Lower limbs of a mature magnolia will arc to the ground, making a woody cave around the trunk. Blossoms show off in the leaf litter with velvet petals that aren’t petals, but tepals, a mark of the tree’s long evolutionary history. My inner nerd likes knowing things like that, easily pleased she is …

Why Haribo when you can Albanese?

It’s a mag in spring Until you see it yourself You don’t really know

as far as souls go there’s a manying of dogs but only one cat

A mag I know is blooming.

Did he look at me? I don’t know how to be here And I am too old.

I could watch “Midsomer Murders” on AcornTV on Demand, but I usually choose a scheduled broadcast so I can watch with everyone else. And it takes some time to realize that…

if you begin to capture flitting thoughts and observations, write them down, you will find a deep, still pool of half-heard interior dialogue, air misty with subvocalization

I made this years ago after I hurt my back. Got bored with afternoon TV and didn’t have enough concentration for books. Hobbled around, found my hooks and random yarn. Had a book with alternate granny square patterns. I like it.

Occasionally, I wake up with ink marks on my shirt because fell asleep with a pen in my hand. I’ve got the same problem with fudgesicles.

pay attention and everything will remind you of that other thing

some things, when you lose them, they’re gone forever. some things you will see again. you generally know which category it’ll be at the time they go missing.

capture the flashes it stops them from receding in blurs of sameness

low-probability events happen to me all the time interesting head space

Know what I hate? Autosave, actually.

New dawn finds a place Could be a mailbox on Mars Fog like sulfur haze

"We have fought and died alongside you....During your darkest hours...we were always there. Standing with you, grieving with you, the American people.” I’ve had my differences with Justin Trudeau, for sure, but he rose to the occasion here.

it’s starting to snow little pond icing over on a cold morning

I did not pull over four miles later and take another photo. It was an act of will.

I can’t fly in dreams But I can bounce really high Really, really high

On the wings of angels, Jimmy Carter … “Maranatha Baptist Church will be a little quieter on Sundays, but President Carter will never be far away — buried alongside Rosalynn next to a willow tree down the road, his memory calling all of us to heed our better angels.” — Barack Obama

At just the right time You can watch leaves fall like snow As a small wind blows

Awake or asleep, I’m drawn to maps, aerials, floor plans. The view from a distance, perhaps.

Maybe don’t watch “Leaving Las Vegas” and “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood” on the same afternoon. In fact, I’m not sure you should watch “Leaving Las Vegas” at all. Or that anyone should. I’ve got a tough palate, but jeesh…

#20Books follow-up: I’m re-reading “the brick.” My copy’s in a box somewhere, so I ordered another on eBay. This one’s a trade paperback, so not as brick-like as the original — but at 800 pages, easier to hold. Been 20 years, probably, since I first read it. Had forgotten its effect …

#20Books: I’ve paused for several days between No. 19 + No. 20. Breaking the no-comment rule. An encyclopedia is a book in 30-ish volumes. Love them. At our house, we had a series of age-appropriate sets. I pored over them. Still read them at random for fun and buy “yearbooks” at garage sales.

Explain this, humankind

Choose 20 books that have stayed with you or influenced you; one book per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just covers. #20Books, Day 19 Little, Big John Crowley

We’re in a Seldon Crisis, but we’ve always known this Mule might come, and here we are.