You have been on this page for 60 seconds. You scrolled 73% of the way down. You never left this tab. We would have noticed if you had. Your finger moved 181 times. You tapped 7 times. You paused once for 34 seconds — longer than anywhere else. We were not counting. We were always counting.
For a long time I rocked the same bumper sticker on whatever car I was driving — Yaris, Tacoma, Yaris again, Focus, Crosstrek. And I just noticed one on the back of the ol’ bike rack.
And a little fitting that I’ve been reading Auden’s “O Where Are You Going?” lately. If you ever see this bumper around town, know that this is what I mean by it.
Presented without comment:
Wisdom from Willington • When life offers you popsicles, stop what you were doing, sit down and eat popsicles.
Who’s the real heretic? — On L. M. Sacasas’ “AI as Christian Heresy” and a follow-up on a comment made over a year ago.
Taking a break from “workin’ things”
Will Manidis:
I do think the AI thing is the single greatest jump ball of meaning that we’ve ever had. The questions of how then do we live and how do we conduct ourselves are incredibly consequential over the next few years. And I just don’t think there are particularly good answers, secular answers to them that exist outside of religion.
Got in the car this morning thinking Aside from the usual (and reliable) politics chatter, I haven’t heard a good podcast in a while, not one that actually gets your attention. Leave it to Demetri Kofinas to correct this.
John Brehm’s poem “Over the Moon” — quite lovely. And I love love love that a poem about rain can have that title. (You’ll see.) And it made me think of Vasiliki Anastasiou and the Amalgamation Choir’s incredible performance of Ksenitia tou Erota.
Conversations overheard from the kitchen
Meghan: Whatcha doin’, Monk?
Will: I’m just not.
M: You’re just not? You’re just not what?
W: I’m just not poopin’..