We’re talking low prices.

Curated by a friend, some of the highlights of the #NonaTheNinthSpoilers hashtag and adjacent territories. (Warning: spoilers for NONA THE NINTH (look, it never hurts to be clear)). I’m not as funny or artistic as any of these people, so I’m mulling over the idea that the Locked Tomb is what happens when you decide… Continue reading We’re talking low prices.

This strange, despondent land

The beggar had crept closer as I watched. He pointed at the old man, and said, “Still come from north and south to study here. Someday we are great again.” Then I thought of my own lovely country, whose eclipse–though without genetic damage–lasted twenty-three hundred years. And I gave him money, and told him that, yes, I was certain America would be great again someday, and left him, and returned here.

I have opened the shutters so that I can look across the city to the obelisk and catch the light of the dying sun. Its fields and valleys of fire do not seem more alien to me, or more threatening, than this strange, despondent land. Yet I know that we are all one–the beggar, the old man moving among the machines of a dead age, those machines themselves, the sun, and I.

“Seven American Nights,” Gene Wolfe (1978)

“Witness increases the cost of ignorance.

It increases the cost of sabotage and blamelessness, which might bring people to your side who would enter awareness if the cost had not been made so high, and which raises the ideological overhead of blameless people whose main goal is avoiding the lower costs of repair so they can profit from the higher cost… Continue reading “Witness increases the cost of ignorance.

Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?

For reasons, I’ve been driving a car without my usual presets or a Bluetooth link, which I guess is a good way to discover radio? I ran into WDVR‘s Wednesday morning show, “Loose Threads,” which I stuck with long enough to hear a vaguely Fleetwood Mac song I don’t remember, a cover of “Girl from… Continue reading Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?