Last night I had two separate dreams involving pie. The pie was incidental to both—just a prop, which could have been anything; the dreams otherwise had nothing in common, literally or metaphorically. Do I need to bake a pie? Should I write a cookbook titled MacGuffin of My Dreams?
Would anyone who is not a subscriber to Front Porch Republic’s Local Culture like to read the current issue, on work? They persist in sending me two copies, so one of them is yours if you want it.
One more carving from the big batch just finished — another that would be impossible without high-speed photography to give me a model. (8x16 inches, if you want the specs.) I titled it “Hello, I Must Be Going!” …because, well, how could I not?
I need a word that means “an article that consists of a valuable germ of an idea wrapped in a bad argument laden with falsehoods and/or exaggerations.” Not a con job, but a sloppy piece whose sloppiness will make it less likely that anyone pays attention to the valuable germ. Suggestions?
Portrait format and peripheral vision. (Yes, kids, that’s two long-form blog posts in one week! It’s like 2005 or something.)
As the last of the snow melts, I’ll re-post this poem from a few years ago, which may be somewhat more charming than its title indicates: “Cheap Sonnet No. 28F. In Which the Poet Observes a Child Behaving Disgustingly.”
“Note of Longing,” a carving based on a 1754 illuminated hymnal.
Die Blummegans (pl. Blummegense, though no two have ever been seen at once) brings spring to the earth.
If I search the web for any Kafka story, all I get is information about “Metamorphosis.” That in itself feels like a Kafka story.
Because everybody's a capitalist
Freddie deBoer: There remains a slice of the liberal populace that simply cannot accept the idea that any given human relationship might be healthy, mutually beneficial, and consensual among all parties…. And the question is… why? For whose benefit? Why does this 21st-century progressive impulse to seek out victims where none can be found persist? I don’t pay for deBoer’s Substack, can’t read the rest of the post, and won’t buy his book: there are so many books I’d like to read, and this will never make the cut.