Wednesday, August 29, 2018


The grocery store I go to has a piano that customers are encouraged to play if they feel inclined. A man on it this evening was playing this.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Monday, August 20, 2018

Sand Leaves

A few of the very bottom leaves. They are always small and the first to go yellow and cure, outside under the plant. They are called sand leaves because of the dirt spraying up on them from watering and rain.

I picked up those three from the ground and put them in my car, and with the heat of day they very quickly gave off that sweet tobacco smell - Virginia, or Canadian Virginia.

I can't describe how much I love that smell. It is one of the glories of God. He gives these leaves that give sweet aromas after they have died and dried - like Katsura leaves, and like the Pacific Northwest's own Vanilla Leaf, or as it also called, Sweet-after-death.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Back to Rach

Rachmaninoff's sonata 2 is like the perfect cup of coffee -- in the middle of the night.

I refuse to listen to it played by anyone other than Vladimir Horowitz.

That string breaking -- the sonata cannot contain itself. It was meant to happen.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Guernsey or bust

When the private commercial banks create the money, then your government is nothing but a shill.

Look to Guernsey. Stop ignoring the Public Bank of Canada Act. Kill the Federal Reserve and outlaw fractional reserve lending.

Or perish utterly.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Friday, August 3, 2018


Pope Francis is unclear, ambiguous, and why won't he answer the Dubia! His imprecise vague wording diabolically leaves room for wild interpretations and, and, and--


Oh, he's going too far!



I'm pretty sure at this point that having an opinion is basically egotism and vanity. But seeking the truth costs you yourself. So if you're sick of yourself - hey, there it is. Just saying.

As Mike Haduck is so often fond of saying, "Those guys in the old days, they didn't use no footers, they didn't use no flashing, they didn't use no rebar, and those castles and churches, they're still standing." So true.


Red-purple figs and lizard green figs. The bees fall asleep on the sunflowers when the sun starts going down.


My brother-in-law leant me Jordan Peterson's 12 Rules for Life and I stopped halfway through rule 2 and started reading The Lord of the Rings (for the eighth or ninth time) and never looked back.

I don't need Peterson's 12 rules, and The Lord of the Rings is the greatest novel of all time.

Truth be told, this latest reading was the best, the most enthralling, the most...oh Lord, so many aspects came jumping out, characters came alive in a new way; the hard-bitten here-and-now infringing of the deep past into the present; the naked, raw power of that moment on Mount Doom, and all of it, it was just shattering.


Peterson will end up becoming Prime Minister.

Trump will not get impeached.

Trump will get elected for a second term come twenty.


So how exactly do you justify a "Free Market Capitalism" in which "laissez faire" has become the blessing bestowed on a raging porn industry, among a host of other destroyers of the common good?