Rather like this selfie from this morning…

… this version too!

An individual, like a people, like a continent, dies out when he shrinks from both rash plans and rash acts, when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within it, takes refuge there: a metaphysics of regression, a retreat to the primordial! (E. M. Cioran and Richard Howard, The Temptation to Exist)

August 27, 2024 - by Heather Cox Richardson

“For those counting,” legal analyst Andrew Weismann wrote, “FIVE separate grand juries (scores of citizens) have now found probable cause that Trump committed multiple felonies.”

From this morning’s walk… trying out a new “film” pack in Hipstamatic…

Leaves and branches silhouetted against the sky. Nostalgic filter applied.

Closeup with cardboard and paper with a grid of small holes in the paper. Nostalgic filter applied.

Old fashioned public clock silhouetted against the sky. Nostalgic filter applied.

Top of building shot looking up towards the sky. Nostalgic filter applied.

Mannequin with necklace, gray knit top, white jeans and jacket in shop window. Nostalgic filter applied.

White mini dress floating in a shop window. Nostalgic filter applied.

Selfie of reflection in a window. I am wearing a mini dress with thing graphic lines. Black sandals, no leggings.

What I Expected, What I Got | In Opposition

The most pleasant surprise of all, however, has been the number of people who have gone out of their way to affirm my feminine forward presentation. A neighbor from a few doors up was driving by and stopped to tell me he thought I had been rocking my outfits lately. Another neighbor I often pass during early morning walks told me she thought my outfits had been really cute lately. A vender in the farmer’s market told me she had been noticing me for a while and that she loved my style.

From this morning’s walk…

Yellow wild flowers by the road.

Waterfall viewed from above.

Bridal bouquets in a bridal shop window.

Paper globe lantern in a shop window with reflections of trees overlaid.

Tunnel between buildings with construction work going on.

The war, of course, furnished many examples of this pattern: the casual fact, the creative imagination, the will to believe, and out of these three elements, a counterfeit of reality to which there was a violent instinctive response. For it is clear enough that under certain conditions men respond as powerfully to fictions as they do to realities, and that in many cases they help to create the very fictions to which they respond. (Walter Lippmann, Public Opinion)

… sounds vaguely familiar…

In America more than anywhere else, the spectacle of mechanical progress has made so deep an impression, that it has suffused the whole moral code. (Walter Lippmann, Public Opinion)

Experience is an inherently uncertain business that carries risk – a risk without which one can learn nothing. (Iain McGilchrist, The Matter With Things)

Curiosity will never be content… Perhaps there are things, like many others, destined never to be learnt before the world comes to its end. Or perhaps—but here I speculate, here my own curiosity leads me by the nose—the world is so arranged that when all things are learnt, when curiosity is exhausted (so, long live curiosity), that is when the world shall have come to its end. But even if we learn how, and what, and where, and when, will we ever know why? Why, why?” (Patrik Svensson, The Book of Eels)

The worship of death is a central component of patriarchal thinking, whether expressed by women or men. (bell hooks, All About Love)

… what is Deadpool - Wolverine if not a grand opera of death?

Love and Strife

Magenta circle graphic with black scribbling inside. The graphic is intended to represent love and strife.

True love is unconditional, but to truly flourish it requires an ongoing commitment to constructive struggle and change.1

I have always thought that if I found the right way of thinking, clouds would dissolve, skies would turn blue, oceans might even part for me to walk through.2 If I believe that love is the answer, then I should bring that attitude of love to the cosmos. If I do that, the cosmos will love me back, right? But how does the cosmos love except through living beings? Then an attitude of love will bring love in return from all living beings, right? But that is not how it is. I eat this animal and harvest that plant in order to survive. Sometimes the animals and plants want to eat or harvest me. They need to survive too.

This business of survival is where the strife comes from. The goal is to wrap the strife with love. Good things can happen, though probably not of the clouds dissolving and ocean parting kind.


  1. All About Love: New Visions (Love Song to the Nation Book 1) by bell hooks

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  2. Paraphrasing of a line from the Don Mclean song Everybody Loves Me Baby↩︎

From this morning’s walk…

Street scape with misty mountains in the background. Vintage black and white filter applied.

Grass, concrete curb, asphalt with curvy repair lines in it.

Lighter color patch in asphalt paving. Shape of patch is reminiscent of a stylized graphic human figure.

Ice cream shop interior with drinks refrigerator, table and two chairs. Vintage black and white filter applied.

Denim vest and shorts, white t-shirt, on a mannequin in a shop window. Street scene reflection is overlaid. Vintage black and white filter is applied.

Dress hanging on the wall of a shop. Vintage black and white filter applied.

Of course my wife had to have this sign…

Political yard sign that says “Childless Cat Lady for Kamala.”

A nice thing happened today. In the farmer’s market I stopped by the stall of a young woman who makes jewelry. She said hello and immediately told me how much she liked my style which she had, apparently, been observing for a while now. She made my day.

From this morning’s walk…

Front end of a vintage blue Chevy van parked on the street. Mountains and early morning sky in the distance.

Postcard on a window ledge with words “Your Life” on it and simple graphic representation of a human from conception to death with a question mark after death.

Concrete sidewalk with light and dark areas making an angled abstract design.

Early morning sky with wispy fair weather clouds.

Colorful metallic wand like object on concrete.

Bush shaped a bit like an egg.

Mannequin in shop window with denim shorts and vest over white t-shirt with reflected image of trees, mountain and utility pole overlaid.

Finding and displaying my feminine has been a stepwise process of normalizing this way of being. Normalizing for myself, my family, my friends, my community. As we get used to this way of my presenting, I normalized and become comfortable in my new “two spirit” way of being. Here is today’s look:

Our “We’re NOT Going Back!” flag arrived yesterday…

Flag with words “we’re not going back” and “vote blue.”

I like this way of thinking about myself…

The term “two spirit,” which is a modern term adapted by First Nations peoples in North America, reflects this idea. Serving as a catch-all phrase for the many different ways of recognizing these variations in individual tribal cultures, two-spirit people are recognized as being physically sexed one way while also having aspects of the other sex. In many tribes, such people are seen as having essential spiritual roles in the community precisely because they have feet in both worlds.

(Rhyd Wildermuth, Here Be Monsters)

If you boil the strange soup of contemporary right-wing ideology down to a sort of bouillon cube, you find the idea that things are not connected to other things, that people are not connected to other people, and that they are all better off unconnected. The core values are individual freedom and individual responsibility: yourself for yourself, on your own. Out of this Glorious Disconnect comes all sorts of illogical thinking. (Rebecca Solnit, Call Them by Their True Names)

I have been experimenting with diagraming concepts in an attempt to open portals to deeper understanding of them… here i am trying to diagram capitalism… i am particularly amused by packman eating the cosmos and pooping it out at the bottom… i am trying to do one a day…

A diagram with the words “draw capitalism” at the top, a square toothed line below it, a grid of squares below that, a grid of lines below that, a packman creature eating the cosmos and pooping it out behind.

August 21, 2024 - by Heather Cox Richardson

The message of joy as we protect democracy, backed as that message is with four years of extraordinary accomplishments that have bolstered the middle class and spread opportunity among poorer Americans, has taken off. The convention has heard from three Democratic presidents and a range of other speakers, including a number of Republicans who have turned against Trump and are backing Harris and Walz. In July, Harris raised four times the money Trump did: $204 million to $48 million, much of it from small donors.

Deadpool-Wolverine was abysmal. Wish I could unsee it. Horrible gratuitous violence. Some humorous moments which didn’t come close to redeeming it.

True enough… the trick is to get sufficient numbers to adopt this approach…

The way to stop the war is to stop hating the enemy. It starts with seeing our opinions of ourselves and of others as simply our take on reality and not making them a reason to increase the negativity on the planet. (Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart)

I have finally moved on to third volume of this book… i think i have been reading it for two years now…

And then there is the third point, that quantity in and of itself changes quality. (Iain McGilchrist, The Matter With Things)