Made a soup for lunch involving yellow-eye beans and butternut squash with fresh thyme, rosemary, and olive oil and I really cannot decide whether I like it. I think it’s growing on me. If this sounds good to you feel free to stop by, I have plenty.
The ability to dig up a quotation from 10, 100, or 1000 years ago containing a criticism or prediction that parallels some contemporary argument, and observe that “history” proved that prior criticism false, is not an argument about what action to take in the present. The moral of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” is not that because the boy was untrustworthy, the wolf never came.
Birds-eye speedwell and henbit deadnettle. They’re not ostentatious but they’re everywhere around here. And they have ludicrous names.
The Trugreen truck with its motto “Live Life Outside” never seems to be parked in front of a house where people actually do live life outside. In fact it’s more or less the opposite.
The original Game of Life, in 1860, included squares such as Ruin, Disgrace, and Suicide. I like it! Can we bring that back?
Is there a temperature at which “cold and raw” becomes “kinda muggy” or is it more like the border of a Mandelbrot set?
Follow-up: is it really a gust is it’s only 4 mph?
Callers to Washington state hotline press 2 for Spanish and get accented AI English instead
Instead of responding to the Aeon essay that’s going around (or to its responses) I pulled some notes out of storage and wrote this instead: Technology, Tao, and Taboo.
and that's all I have to say about AI
A few years ago I ran across this painting, _The Young Sabot Maker_ by Henry Owassa Turner, in an exhibition at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. I spent a good half an hour studying it, weaving in and out of other people’s way, not just because I love Turner’s work (I do) but trying to suss out the tools and techniques of historical wooden shoe-making. Why? Well, because I am a nerd.