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Saw a church sign today that said “be a fountain, not a drain” which I assume is an exhortation to take no shit from nobody
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Every election cycle there is a voice from the wilderness in the losing party that, had they been listened to from the beginning, would have prevented the loss. For Republicans this time it was obviously Thomas Massie.
The plan trusters shot themselves in the dick
If the thing you most dread doing and overcoming is a key to what you should actually spend your life’s energy on, then I definitely need to become a writer.
“That means getting shop class back in junior high. Making it possible to start a small business and make your first hire
without having to call a lawyer.”
Wow—real issues that matter to real Americans. She’s awesome.
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“I feel like a lost survivor into a new alien world after the real world has passed away.”
- J.R.R. Tolkien to C.S. Lewis (Letter 332)
“Listen—it used to be that no one knew how to read or write except for the monks and even that was a mistake.”
How do you guys get anything done on Windows? My laptop for work is the worst thing I’ve ever used. Office won’t load half the time without an internet connection. It’s super buggy and it feels like it’s full of ads imbedded in the OS.
I run Mac or Linux personally—this Windows stuff is wild.
When you start buying milk that expires after you get married:
“I will finish this as an ontologically different person.”
Apple could release this today with just slight updates and they would sell millions.
My grandmother passed away this morning after a pretty rapid decline in the past week from decent health. I got to be there with my dad, aunt and uncle and cousin.
I knew my grandmother to often be a cold and bitter woman--holding on to certain things for her whole life that she should have shed decades ago.
She had a tumultuous relationship with some of her kids and grandkids--her parents who passed years ago and with her brother who survives her.
But I also knew her as a woman who regularly babysat her first grandchild as my cousin finished college. I have seen her make friends with a squirrel well enough to feed it by hand. If you saw just that clip of her, you would have thought she was Saint Francis.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn said that "the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.” And Walt Whitman said,
"Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
All this to say that, while I wish I could have known my grandmother better, could have watched her flourish into old age, I am not confused about the spark of the Divine in even the most difficult people and that, as C.S. Lewis said,
"There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.”
But life can be hard and it can beat people down. Even within a close family, we find chasms between ourselves and others that we simply can't cross. As Norman Maclean wrote in A River Runs Through It:
"We can seldom help anybody. Either we don’t know what part to give or maybe we don’t like to give any part of ourselves. Then, more often than not, the part that is needed is not wanted. And even more often, we do not have the part that is needed. . .for it is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. . .but you can love completely without complete understanding."
As my grandmother passed away today, a vision of her hand feeding a squirrel returned to me and it is the image that I will keep in the forefront of my mind as a seed of the Resurrection--as a moment suspended in time when Heaven crashed into this mortal coil and lit the skies with Grace.
"Why settle
For some know-it-all’s despair
When the dead may dance to the fiddle
Hereafter, for all anybody knows?"
-Wendell Berry
Sandra Daily
1944-2026
RIP