Today I learned about the Gin Craze
“Traînasse,” from “traîner,” to drag or haul, is a marsh word that typically refers to a pirogue portage or trail, but in this case my neighbor used it to describe the drainage swale we dug, and it seems appropriate. A little path. Words are so great.
FYI roasted broccoli-gone-to-seed is amazing.
the season’s last oranges, a bittersweet moment
The boat motor died…the lawn mower motor, on the other hand…
Here, on the internet, is a nowhere space, a shallow time. It is a flat and impenetrable surface. But with a book, we dive in; we are sucked in; we are immersed, body and soul.
Reading in the Age of Constant Distraction
It’s after the end of the world, don’t you know that yet?
Sun Ra
Today a drunk on Rampart Street told me a story about a friend of his who had gone three years without sleeping, and I called bullshit, so he said “well yeah it’s bullshit but you can imagine it being true” and I laughed and he smiled and I agreed and we shook hands.
Live oaks, winter, City Park, New Orleans
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Friday night vibes
Counted twelve different types of plants growing in this small patch of “grass”
Quantum physics (more or less, and poetically interpreted) says that everything is probability until something else collapses it into reality, which, to me, implies that the universe would simply be theoretical were it not for…the existence of the universe. There would be nothing if there weren’t everything. How perfect the world can seem sometimes.
They say good men are to find, and that may be true, but it’s not cause they aren’t around. Problem is they don’t last long. Nowadays they’ll set a good man down in front of the TV and tell him two contradictory versions of the same story, both claiming to be true, and in this way they abuse his trust in the goodness of others, they betray him over and over again, appealing always to his goodness, until to stay sane and true to himself he’s got to choose one side or the other, and that choice dictates how he listens to every story from then on, and from there he builds the kind of opinions, and then behaviors, he would else-wise find shameful, just to survive in the face of all this.
Oh shit sit up straight the new restaurants are fancier than the old ones we miss, and who painted all these houses new anyway? We were once invincible against nostalgia, but that and everything else changed for the better, and didn’t stop to bring us all along.
Walking poem (a selection of places family members have lived)
From the Evening Shade of this Poplar Bluff, I can see a Golden Meadow shining in the floor of such a Pleasant Valley that I begin to lose interest in leaving for New Orleans.
I love the kind of thinking that produces beautiful stuff like this. The Embroidered Computer
David Byrne, “Take Me to the River” Stop Making Sense, nineteen-freaking-eighty-four. note ballcap.
We are dreaming sleepers, curious provincials, winning losers, subversive suckups, creative consumers, patriot traitors, soldiers of god and drug addicts all.
Killed the afternoon at the seafood shed along the bayou
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How I rebel: Seek understanding, not answers / Use as little as possible / Make new things / Always be kind / Don’t add to the noise / Have no fear
studying ‘peripheries’ is no less rewarding than studying ‘centres’
In How the Latin East contributed to a unique cultural world, an essay interesting not only for the history, but also its way of seeing it.