Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
This is just a short complaint. If you're in a good mood, stop reading. For several weeks now, my whole state has been dealing with advanced externalities. A couple towns might just be wiped off the map after this. My town has a sandbag budget now, along with constant employment for anyone who can drive… Continue reading The Daily: 13 August 2024
When “sleeping in” means being up by sunrise in the summer, when “going to bed early” still requires four to six hours of electric light to see to do tasks after sunset, when we are already behind on the day’s required tasks before the day has properly begun, we are ordering our time wrong. When… Continue reading Time Dis-ordered
Again, a perfectly wonderful book raised my ire by throwing out a tired trope — the assertion that all our societal woes date to the "inception of agriculture" (which phrase is itself a red flag that raises my blood pressure; there is no such point in time or place). This time the claim that farming… Continue reading The Straight Story on Farming
I used to think that all the effrontery I found in the pages of philosophy was just fall-out from the Ass-Holocene. That most of the snobs who wrote this stuff never had to clean their laundry, disdained such menial labor, despised all those who did it. That they were just some of the more obnoxious… Continue reading The Problem of Philosophy
By My Solitary Hearth 