instead of spending election day doomscrolling or endlessly refreshing vote counts, i have a treat: a new and improved political compass for 2026, ranking politicians and important figures on the only dimensions that truly matter
I have increasingly been noticing while scrolling when I start to get a sort of vague, clenched smile on my face that accumulates after seeing a handful of funny posts. I've started mentally calling it "phone rictus". Like, "oh, I have phone rictus, time to put down the phone for a bit".
RIP Patrick Stewart. I tear up time I watch this monologue from Trek, where he retells a familiar myth to a dying alien captain.
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the reason moby-dick remains such a vital piece of human art is that it addresses what is probably one of humanity's greatest collective atrocities, the genocide of the whales, with an ambivalence it cannot itself fully articulate. melville is distraught, but he can't explain why
I am losing my mind at this ascetic practice mentioned in the Pali Canon that vaguely resembles puppy play:
Then Puṇṇa, son of the Koliyans, an ox-duty ascetic, and also Seniya, a naked dog-duty ascetic, went to the Blessed One. Puṇṇa, the ox-duty ascetic, paid homage to the Blessed One and sat down at one side, while Seniya, the naked dog-duty ascetic, exchanged greetings with the Blessed One, and when this courteous and amiable talk was finished, he too sat down at one side curled up like a dog. Puṇṇa, the ox-duty ascetic, said to the Blessed One: “Venerable sir, this Seniya is a naked dog-duty ascetic who does what is hard to do: he eats his food when it is thrown to the ground. He has long taken up and practised that dog-duty. What will be his destination? What will be his future course?” (MN 57)
Incredibly annoying they decided to call it argon. Argon, the gas, is my favorite element. I keep thinking there is some hot news about the third most common gas in the atmosphere and getting momentarily excited.
I was hooked from Book 1, but it got to another level at the end of Book 5 with Moiraine vs. ******, just an insane confrontation I still think about decades after reading it.
For my birthday I performed the sortes vergilianae, as I do every year, and drew one of the worst conceivable predictions, 11.49:
Et nunc ille quidem spe multum captus inani...
("and now, deluded by a vain hope...").
Aeneas is bringing the remains of Pallas to King Evander. Aeneas imagines that Evander is at home hoping for his son's safe return, unaware of his death in battle.
The Viscount Falkland also drew a line from this section of Book 11, from the same book that saw King Charles I draw a line from Book 4. Both of them were subsequently killed in the English Civil War, outcomes that were believed to have been predicted by those draws. This is an infamous story among classicists, it came up in in one of my Latin classes in college. https://t.co/OylZiEIMLQ