Birdfeeding
Mar. 13th, 2026 11:28 amI fed the birds. I've seen several sparrows and house finches plus a mourning dove.
I put out water for the birds.
3/13/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
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Crafts
Mar. 13th, 2026 11:01 amThroughout the art sections of this Patreon, I've been grouping them into broad categories: visual arts, performing arts, literary arts, and so forth. But what about the arts that are kinda of . . . none of the above?
This is a fun ramble through many different arts and crafts.
Breaks you and loves you at the same damn time.
Mar. 13th, 2026 01:00 pmIt's a nice reprieve from 2026, to be honest.
Not actually checked out Scrubs just yet -- I prefer to wait until things are out in their entirety and then vet them for triggers and the like -- but I've heard good things about it, which is unexpected and lovely in equal measure. If ever there was a time when we needed that specific brand of optimistic cynicism -- cynical optimism? -- it's now.
As to the new Fray album... it's short, it's fun, it's nice and easy on the ears, and it's fuelling all my feelings in all the right ways. Again, unexpected and lovely, and very much needed. I'll be listening to this one on repeat for a while, I think, and if I don't claw out some kind of inspiration from a few of those songs, I'll be very, very surprised.
So, yeah. A couple of little lights in the dark.
New Let's go Karaoke! fic: Locked in orbit (Kyouji/Satomi)
Mar. 13th, 2026 07:22 amLocked in orbit | Let's go karaoke! | Kyouji/Satomi | 1.8k words | rated T
Summary: Kyouji has been in this time loop for a long time now, meeting Satomi and growing closer over and over, trying to keep him safe. Failing, sometimes. Those are the Bad Loops. If he plays his cards right though, Kyouji hopes he can make this loop the final one.
Read it on Dreamwidth or on AO3.
Bonus Fishbowl
Mar. 12th, 2026 04:25 pmCrafts
Mar. 12th, 2026 02:16 pmThis guide covers 57, and counting, types of fiber arts. They are broken down into two major categories:
1) String work, which includes spinning treatments, knotting, lace making, weaving and needlework.
2) Felt work, which includes sculpture, string felt, fur felt, wet felting and dry felting.
Fiber art, in its strictest sense, is fine art made with natural or synthetic fibers, such as wool and cotton, to acrylic and nylon, where the resulting work is valued for aesthetic and artistic expression over utility. You could add that the artisanship and materials used are also an essential part of the creation.
Birdfeeding
Mar. 12th, 2026 01:44 pmI fed the birds. I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I planted the first 2 of 6 'Patriot' hostas in the purple-and-white garden. These have green leaves with a wide white margin.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I planted 2 hostas in the forest garden.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I planted the last 2 hostas in the log garden.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I sprayed weed killer on the sprouting stumps in the parking lot.
I've seen a large mixed flock of sparrows and house finches. There are many more house finches now than last month.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- My partner Doug found someone to come out and remove stumps from the parking lot, path to the east edge of the yard, and in front of the shed. Also he's going to take down the last two saplings in front of the garage. We have price and a date for next Thursday. :D 3q3q3q!!!
I filled a bag with loose cans and other garbage that had collected in the parking lot. Still more to do, but it's a good start.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I did more work around the patio.
EDIT 3/12/26 -- I filled another bag with loose cans from the parking lot. I think that's all the small stuff that I can clear quickly.
I am done for the night.
Ethnic Studies
Mar. 12th, 2026 12:33 pmAt Bard’s Wíhaŋble S’a Center, artist and scholar Suzanne Kite is rethinking artificial intelligence through Lakota knowledge—combining hide tanning, beadwork, dream research, and land-based practice to imagine a more ethical relationship with technology.
I'm reminded of Ash coding in ternary for Schrodinger's Heroes.
Thursday morning
Mar. 12th, 2026 09:49 amOn most days during my patrol, my back is fine. Some days, I can feel the arthritis in my back. Today was the first time that my lower back (where the arthritis first showed up many years ago) was hurting so much that I wondered if I was going to head home early so I could get off my feet. I stayed through the whole shift, and I feel better sitting in a chair now. It'll take a while before the feeling disappears.
In better news, as I was putting on my gear for patrol this morning, I spotted this rabbit in my back yard. I watched it for a while and took this photo before I continued my preparations. The light brown fur with white underbelly is the perfect coloration for my back yard right now, where the white snow covers the ground below the upright light brown stems and dead grass.

I have an appointment today around noon. I have an appointment today at work for 3pm for a training session (so I took off an hour early yesterday to compensate and avoid overtime for this week). I still need to do my taxes. I still need to put some seeds into flats, getting ready for spring in the garden. Yesterday, I succeeded in ordering some more columnar apple trees and a few other plants/seeds.
For now, though, I'm going to play some Coral Island to chill.
Poem: "Memories of Merwin"
Mar. 12th, 2026 07:15 amdirector of a poet's palm conservancy
what it was like to be in asynchronous conversation
with someone who was no longer there
the poet had risen each day to meditate in silence
and wanted silence for his mornings planting palms
now many unpublished manuscripts were being found
(as were many loving post-its from his wife Paula
working around his need for morning silence)
and his late-life handwriting was slowly, painstakingly
being decoded and transcribed
was it like finding seeds waiting like time capsules
for someday growing in the forest floor
or was it like being haunted
She spoke of the hundreds of books needing care
after decades' nurturing in that humid house
opening a book of eastern philosophy almost beyond saving
riddled with holes from book beetles' eatings
and finding on the next page a note in the margins from the poet
addressed tenderly to the beetles, saying
'you can have the binding, but please leave me the pages'
The palms he spent his life planting
and the poems he spent his life planting
and the pages of all those silent mornings seeding words
we are eager to hear now
may they continue growing in their season
may William and Paula Merwin's names stay living on our tongues
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