Bought for next to nothing a little e-reader that can fit in my notebook sheath. Smaller than a field notes. Going to flash it, throw on a few core texts: Journal of Woolman, Barcklay’s apology, Worthy of the Event, On Community. Reread books that matter to me daily, in my personal little psalter.
I wonder if I’ll ever be worthy of all the love I’ve received in my life. I suspect that all of us do, in the end.
Quieted phone.
The widgets are stacked:
Top 1: weather. Calendar. To-do.
Bottom: launcher of least distracting apps. Music app. Podcast app.
Dock has drafts for notes, 2 messengers, and camera.
No social media on here. No video. Only words and ways to share words.
The cat
For the first time in my adult life, I am a cat owner. His name is Gus. He has three legs, and is striped, and he is also a neuter, and he’s kind and shy. I avoided getting a cat for years because my mom is a cat person. I love my mom, but I also want to be more present with humans than with animals. Maybe I’ll have regretted that hesitation when my life fills with this noble creature. Long live Gus.
Daily Poem-2025-04-13.
The Punk Rock Good Life
The punk rock good life is about living intentionally and making your everyday beautiful. Do creative things, care for others, and build small rituals that suit you. Don’t romanticize suffering or compare—just create, share, and live the life you want.
Tell your friends that you love them. Everyone you know is going to die. You are going to die. Let nothing stay unsaid.
Applied for at least one job that doesn’t really exist today. I can feel that in my toes. The continuous shattering against the stones of applying for jobs with knowledge that none of them will reply continues.
Wrestling!
Poem 2 today.
Powerful microphones have recorded the cry of a butterfly as it emerges from its cocoon, and those expecting a shriek of pugnacity or joy have had to admit it sounds more like weary resignation. Heart of the Original – Steve Aylett