Ever since I stopped working full-time and moved out to live on my own, people have been asking me this question, as if it was a puzzle that kept them up all night.

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4
by Richard Brautigan

  1. Get enough food to eat,
    and eat it.
  2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
    and sleep there.
  3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise
    until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
    and listen to it.

source

The heart is not a metaphor.

Misattributed to Karl Ove Knausgård and Annie Dillard’s Teaching a stone to talk. Audio. Guardian.

The Writing Life

But also an art installation by Robert Gober.

Annie Dillard, from her famous essay “To Fashion a Text.”
“When I gave up writing poetry I was very sad, for I had devoted 15 years to the study of how the structures of poems carry meaning. But I was delighted to find that nonfiction prose can also carry meaning in its structures, can tolerate all sorts of figurative language, as well as alliteration and even rhyme. The range of rhythms in prose is larger and grander than it is in poetry, and it can handle discursive ideas and plain information as well as character and story. It can do everything. I felt as though I had switched from a single reed instrument to a full orchestra.“

Statistics is the logic of uncertainty.
Joe Blitzstein, Professor of the Practice in Statistics, Harvard University, Department of Statistics.

https://www.edx.org/learn/probability/harvard-university-introduction-to-probability

Since I was going to obsess over something, I decided to give my brain jaws something hard to chew on. It choked.

https://www.youtube.com/@MindYourDecisions

… my arm hurts maybe 10% more than the rest.

Siri Wattana market.

Third time back? Always nice to know that there are still new local places to discover in Chiangmai.

Ten years later, I learn the name of this Russian poet: Anna Akhmatova.

And just for fun, here’s the poem in the original Russian.

Все мы бражники здесь, блудницы…

Все мы бражники здесь, блудницы,
Как невесело вместе нам!
На стенах цветы и птицы
Томятся по облакам.
Ты куришь черную трубку,
Так странен дымок над ней.
Я надела узкую юбку,
Чтоб казаться еще стройней.
Навсегда забиты окошки:
Что там, изморозь или гроза?
На глаза осторожной кошки
Похожи твои глаза.
О, как сердце мое тоскует!
Не смертного ль часа жду?
А та, что сейчас танцует,
Непременно будет в аду.

karen does nothing

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