Friday, August 26, 2022

summer 2022



Nothing new, but here I am. And gone again.


August 13

on not seeking followers

Happy trails.


July 30

I am enjoying myself—serious joy, developing themes offline (philological string theory?). Lots coming soon, but not yet.

Here’s a thought: Is saying that James Lovelock and Lynn Margulis were “writing Gaia” implying a given muse to whom they’re writing? What could be the “nature” of that? Were they pragmatically creating the tropical figure of Gaia, like “Man” (men) created the pragmatic fable of “God”?—proffering some rapturous promise of Heaven beyond life.

In any case, if humanity is not sacredly wedded to Mother Earth sufficiently, Our planet could not care less, being remorseless in marriage with Father Time.

After all, Our pale blue dot in the solar system (let alone the galaxy, let alone the cosmos) will have heirs, wretchedly or not, deserving to live thankfully because We thankfully invested in their promise.




July 16

So much has been accomplished, I can’t be brief about it. In a week 
or so, I’ll be ready for new discussions—if I can do better at staying away from my news-tracking habits, away from commenting online 
at articles, away from email discussions, away from checking out books from the library, away, away…


July 1

I’m not strung out anymore, but I’m too busy to do an accessible update. Sorry. But my Work is going well!


June 25

I’m strung out by trying to keep up with too much: desired Work, endless uncanniness of current events, and undesired chores.