My “men destroying what they can’t control” thesis going strong

I have zero hope for humanity. The human species is a plague upon the earth that's incapable of bettering itself. Happy New Year!

Woke up this morning to news of one dictator kidnapping another dictator. That seems about right for this timeline.

Absolute winter splendor.

For reasons, I enjoy watching Sasquatch related programming, and I'm repeatedly struck by how Bigfoot researchers can talk endlessly about the alleged habits and behaviours of an animal that hasn't been proven to actually exist.

The frost pixies are no doubt nearby.

Well, I guess we all have to prepare for 2020: Part 6.

There's beautiful mystery down this road.

'And on the frosty hills the sombre pines Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.' - L.M. Montgomery 🎨Walter Moras

When I was in grad school, I was so perpetually stressed out that I started getting pure, shock-white strands of hair. When I finally finished my doctoral program, the white hairs vanished. I think about that from time to time.

For some people, utopia is easy to embrace because it doesn't involve the hard work of DOING. All it requires is believing.

"You just don't understand: we've never tried REAL communism before. And you call yourself a historian." - Blue sky pests with furry avatars.

The whole "Mount Everest waste problem" might be the most depressing thing about modern humanity.

Blocking idiot BlueSky communists is your civic duty.

Think of how much better off the world would be if humans, as a species, didn't constantly mistake confidence for competence.

"I'm just antizionist"

It's almost 2026 and I don't feel a day over 135.

Toronto's highways are infested with jerk-off men driving write-off pickup trucks who speed and maneuver recklessly, endangering everyone on the road. Because there are *lots* of insecure males who pathetically try to grasp some control of their small lives by driving like asshats.

Apropos of my previous post extolling the joy of Heartland Rock, here's a contemporary band, Louisville-based Hawks, that are carrying the flame of this style. They have three full-length albums and all are superb. hawks.bandcamp.com/album/hawks-...

I really love Heartland Rock. It's a loosely defined genre that had a commercial peak decades ago, but if you care about finding good independent music, you'll find artists still making this organic and enriching style of rock music to this day.

MAHA= Certainty without literacy kills "And as individuals who received their vaccines up to six decades ago reach old age, they’re becoming the unwitting subjects of a natural experiment: Researchers are nervously watching to see just how long their immunity might last." 🛟

My daughter and I made cardboard art today. 🎨

I'm all hocked up on energy drink!!!

Winter activities! 🛷🌨️🤍

I am the totality of all the failures that have defined my life. But I'm still here.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure buys everything that makes happiness possible in a system that worships money above all else.

My favourite artistic discovery of 2025: the wonderful Heartland Rock of fellow Buckeye State native, Angela Perley. I've been steadily buying up her albums and I can't get enough of her gorgeous voice and fantastic songwriting. angelaperley.bandcamp.com/album/4-30

Beautiful late afternoon fire sky.

Little friend. 🐿️

'To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring.' -John Clare 🎨 Lucy Grossmith

~Christmas Time

Resist the urge to rely on AI in your intellectual work. It may be convenient, but it'll dull your cognitive skills over time. When this bubble finally bursts, and the LLMs run out of internet and must cannibalize their own content, those who retained their intellectual abilities will be in demand.

There's nothing more luxurious than a quiet night with a book and ambient music. Enjoying less always amounts to more.

The world is a bubbling cauldron of suffering and misery and I ponder that way too much.

—Winter Caution

Worrying is an art form, and I'm its Cézanne.

The strands of gray hair stuck in the tape of your present are my bonus gift to you.

December dramatic portrait.

Today's the solstice so I'm gonna drink peppermint mocha craft beer.

Happy solstice. After today the light starts winning.

The world of gray splendor. Marley's ghost must pass by each year!

I like squirrels and their floof tails. They've really taken to the dried corn cobs I've been providing.

Tonight's Pilates routine felt extra good. Maybe it's the inherently strengthening feeling of these exercises, plus the combination of winter air and the promise of a few days off next week. My side planks were particularly steady this evening.

I love how the gnarled tree limbs slink across the winter sky.

A sky of marbled clouds.