Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
It’s a long-established truism that wealth and status breed complacency and a sort of smug sense of rectitude — which then turn into social blindness, self-absorption, and not a little stupidity. The richest person in the room is also very likely the dumbest. Yet he (and yes, it is usually…) is also utterly convinced that… Continue reading The Ignorance of Wealth
My country celebrated Memorial Day last holiday weekend. Ostensibly, the day is to honor veterans who died. Usually “for this country” is tacked on to end of the observation, but I don’t think any of us believe that anymore. From talking with my military friends and relatives, it would appear that not even those who… Continue reading Wasted Lives
I am not a science doubter. I trust firmly in experimental and experiential knowledge. I accept that there will be contradictions and critical holes in that knowledge but know that this will in no way invalidate either specific things that we know nor generally the scientific method of knowing them. I also believe that there… Continue reading COVID Stories
We need more geology in school. Or perhaps ecology. Probably both. If we are to survive, we need to understand who and what we are, and for that we need to understand this world that made us. We are earthly beings. We are small parts of a small planet on an average star in the… Continue reading Home Soil
I am reading Stan Cox’s The Path to a Livable Future. I will write more on that later. Or maybe I won’t. I haven’t decided yet because I haven’t seen much of this titular path yet, though I am over halfway through the book. He writes quite a lot on the paths that got us… Continue reading A Livable Path
While reading an essay narrating another desperate protest by rational people — this time explaining why some UK climate scientists felt driven to glue their bodies to government buildings — I had an epiphany. Not a good one. As I sat there contemplating the lengths that we go to and the relatively meagre results of… Continue reading Just… Stop…
It is May, the delightful season of flowers and birds and bunnies and all sorts of other suggestive displays of fecundity. It is time for the busy-ness of reproduction. It is also time to eat fresh grown food and remove some of the layers of clothing and open the sealed windows to let out months… Continue reading The Dis-utility of Romance
The problem? How do you mark this day? Most years, I don’t. I’m not Hispanic. My best friend growing up was Mayan and there were complicated feelings about Mexico related to that. I never thought there was much to celebrate. We learned in grade school that it’s a commemoration of a 19th century Mexican victory… Continue reading Cinco de Mayo
There are not merely seven colors in the rainbow. Have you noticed? Of course, you have in some sense. But have you really noticed. If so, if this is generally noticed, then why do we require every school child to learn this easily disprovable “fact”? We can all see it has no basis. Even its… Continue reading Blinkered: On Time and Being
A Way of Life for Earth Bodies Headline News... We interrupt this meditation on being good to note that being good has responsibilities — including civic, maybe mostly civic, as relation to others is how good is defined. And today is showing that we have quite a lot of work to do. It's time to… Continue reading Religious, Not Especially Spiritual
By My Solitary Hearth 