I’m pretty sure it was a MB pal who recommended Dina Ögon but I didn’t bookmark the post, anyway, whoever you are, THANKS.
Dear friends and family who are thinking about voting for Trump anniemueller.com
(I will almost certainly regret this.)
The dearest freshness deep down things
This is one of my favorite poems. I memorized it several years ago, but haven’t read it, or tried reciting it, in… months and months. Decided to give it a go after quoting it in yesterday’s post about getting older. Remembered most of it!
God’s Grandeur
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
I love getting older anniemueller.com #100daystooffload
Ah football weather! First half: sweating as the blazing sun shines directly on my face and 127 new freckles appear on my blistering forehead. Second half: the sun has dipped behind the trees and the temp subsequently dropped 30 degrees. Shivering, huddled up as the icy wind blows.
Just do the thing anniemueller.com
To walk open-eyed through the earth: anniemueller.com
We made incantation bowls
To make it even easier to get blogging (rather than “managing content”), we’ve decided to offer a coupon for the entire month of October. Sign up for a Pika Pro plan with coupon code WPCOUPON to get 15% off your first year. (Here’s hoping no one sends us a cease-and-desist letter for that coupon name!)
I rarely remember my dreams. But last night:
I dreamed I was dating a man I met while hiking. (Sure, why not.) Things were going well until one day as we were making out a literal third eye appeared on his forehead and he started sobbing, “You’ve got to fix me! You can fix me! You’re the only one who can fix me!” So, um, anyway, suffice it to say I will not be returning to the world of dating anytime soon. That was terrifying.
As I’ve considered climate impacts, I’ve come to recognize that there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide — we are all in this together. While it’s prudent to keep emergency supplies on hand for my household, I reject the individualism of the prepper mindset and am leaning into community as the key to our collective survival.
👋📝ℹ️ Doing a writeup (for work) of apps/software for time zone conversion/management. Please share #recommendations if that’s something you deal with or have opinions about, thank you very much.
Usually my past FB self is incomprehensible to me but this one still rings true
Inspired by @amerpie’s recent post about memorable internet moments:
Prodigy chatroom stories from ye olde Internet days
Kevin, wherever you are, your legacy lives on. Sorry if I never called you back.
today:
- my 18yo texted that she misses me
- my 16yo taught me some new slang (I forgot it already)
- my 15yo said he’s impressed w/ how I keep things organized (!!!)
- my 13yo is chilling in the living room with me, we’re both fiddling on our laptops
the good life, the sweet life, the here and now life
The secret power of a blog from @tracydurnell
A blog gives you the space to explore and nurture ideas over time, perhaps growing so slowly you hardly notice the extent of the evolution of your thoughts till you read something you wrote a few years ago.
one of the things I love most about working from home is nobody makes fun of my moves when I’m dancing at the standing desk
Last night’s vat o' soup: turkey chili w/ white beans and herbs and queso. Yum? Yes. Yum.
Feels like time to make a vat of soup
current reads
