Chimbly
@chimbly.bsky.social
Vermont Progressive/Social-Democrat
Lover of mathematics, philosophy, the arts and my wife *
ANTIFA stalwart
Vegetarian since 1978
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Currently having a lover’s quarrel with the world
* Not in that order
Lover of mathematics, philosophy, the arts and my wife *
ANTIFA stalwart
Vegetarian since 1978
🇨🇭🇩🇪🇺🇦🇵🇸
Currently having a lover’s quarrel with the world
* Not in that order
In my wife’s sewing room 💙
December 10, 2025 at 4:21 PM
In my wife’s sewing room 💙
My first ever attempt to bake authentic Westfälischer Pumpernickel bread is underway.
Rye berries, water and salt…that’s all it’s made of!
I’ve just begun the rye scald. The 24 to 36 hour long, low temperature bake starts tomorrow.
Fingers crossed!
Rye berries, water and salt…that’s all it’s made of!
I’ve just begun the rye scald. The 24 to 36 hour long, low temperature bake starts tomorrow.
Fingers crossed!
December 9, 2025 at 4:15 PM
My first ever attempt to bake authentic Westfälischer Pumpernickel bread is underway.
Rye berries, water and salt…that’s all it’s made of!
I’ve just begun the rye scald. The 24 to 36 hour long, low temperature bake starts tomorrow.
Fingers crossed!
Rye berries, water and salt…that’s all it’s made of!
I’ve just begun the rye scald. The 24 to 36 hour long, low temperature bake starts tomorrow.
Fingers crossed!
“Der Geruch des Brotes ist der Duft aller Düfte. Es ist der Urduft
unseres irdischen Lebens, der Duft der Harmonie, des Friedens und
der Heimat.”
“The scent of bread is the fragrance of all fragrances; it is the primal
fragrance of our earthly life, the fragrance of harmony, of peace and of home.”
unseres irdischen Lebens, der Duft der Harmonie, des Friedens und
der Heimat.”
“The scent of bread is the fragrance of all fragrances; it is the primal
fragrance of our earthly life, the fragrance of harmony, of peace and of home.”
December 9, 2025 at 3:57 PM
“Der Geruch des Brotes ist der Duft aller Düfte. Es ist der Urduft
unseres irdischen Lebens, der Duft der Harmonie, des Friedens und
der Heimat.”
“The scent of bread is the fragrance of all fragrances; it is the primal
fragrance of our earthly life, the fragrance of harmony, of peace and of home.”
unseres irdischen Lebens, der Duft der Harmonie, des Friedens und
der Heimat.”
“The scent of bread is the fragrance of all fragrances; it is the primal
fragrance of our earthly life, the fragrance of harmony, of peace and of home.”
An oft heard complaint is that philosophy only compounds our questions. That, for me, is a feature, not a bug. If all I wanted was certainty I would have remained a Catholic.
I prefer to be wrong for more incisive reasons.
"Philosophy is a journey away from—not to—
certainty." Vishwa Adluri
I prefer to be wrong for more incisive reasons.
"Philosophy is a journey away from—not to—
certainty." Vishwa Adluri
December 8, 2025 at 12:13 AM
An oft heard complaint is that philosophy only compounds our questions. That, for me, is a feature, not a bug. If all I wanted was certainty I would have remained a Catholic.
I prefer to be wrong for more incisive reasons.
"Philosophy is a journey away from—not to—
certainty." Vishwa Adluri
I prefer to be wrong for more incisive reasons.
"Philosophy is a journey away from—not to—
certainty." Vishwa Adluri
First paragraph of what remains my all-time favorite novel
"It was late evening when K. arrived. The village lay deep in snow...K. stood on the wooden bridge leading from the road to the village for a long time, looking up at what seemed to be a void."
"It was late evening when K. arrived. The village lay deep in snow...K. stood on the wooden bridge leading from the road to the village for a long time, looking up at what seemed to be a void."
December 7, 2025 at 9:12 PM
First paragraph of what remains my all-time favorite novel
"It was late evening when K. arrived. The village lay deep in snow...K. stood on the wooden bridge leading from the road to the village for a long time, looking up at what seemed to be a void."
"It was late evening when K. arrived. The village lay deep in snow...K. stood on the wooden bridge leading from the road to the village for a long time, looking up at what seemed to be a void."
”Children in the snow” Unosuke Gamou (1950)
December 7, 2025 at 7:16 PM
”Children in the snow” Unosuke Gamou (1950)
Delicate snowflake on my bedroom window viewed through a tiny magnifying glass (poor man's macro-photography)
December 6, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Delicate snowflake on my bedroom window viewed through a tiny magnifying glass (poor man's macro-photography)
“I don't feel the least humble before the vastness of the heavens. The stars may be large, but they cannot think or love; and these are qualities which impress me far more than size does.“
Frank Ramsey, British philosopher (1903-1930)
Frank Ramsey, British philosopher (1903-1930)
December 6, 2025 at 3:33 PM
“I don't feel the least humble before the vastness of the heavens. The stars may be large, but they cannot think or love; and these are qualities which impress me far more than size does.“
Frank Ramsey, British philosopher (1903-1930)
Frank Ramsey, British philosopher (1903-1930)
Couple of snapshots from an Autumn hike. Met a couple on this same path a few years ago with a cute little girl in her father's backpack. Busily making baby talk with the little sweetheart I failed to notice right away the dog on the mom's leash was in fact a snorting pig. A hiking, snorting pig.
December 6, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Couple of snapshots from an Autumn hike. Met a couple on this same path a few years ago with a cute little girl in her father's backpack. Busily making baby talk with the little sweetheart I failed to notice right away the dog on the mom's leash was in fact a snorting pig. A hiking, snorting pig.
Hobnails & Wool
Early 1900's alpine holiday
Early 1900's alpine holiday
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Hobnails & Wool
Early 1900's alpine holiday
Early 1900's alpine holiday
"All time is lost which is not spent in love." Torquato Tasso (1573)
December 6, 2025 at 12:47 AM
"All time is lost which is not spent in love." Torquato Tasso (1573)
"The Bicyclers" by Hermann Landshoff (1946)
December 5, 2025 at 11:18 PM
"The Bicyclers" by Hermann Landshoff (1946)
Near Montpelier, Vermont last Monday night. We had a Nor’easter on the way.
December 5, 2025 at 4:00 AM
Near Montpelier, Vermont last Monday night. We had a Nor’easter on the way.
"Azuma Gorge" by Kawase Hasui (1943)
December 4, 2025 at 11:26 PM
"Azuma Gorge" by Kawase Hasui (1943)
"Sternenfall" by Anselm Kiefer (1995)
December 4, 2025 at 11:24 PM
"Sternenfall" by Anselm Kiefer (1995)
"In the Carpenter Shop," by the Swedish painter, Carl Larsson
December 4, 2025 at 11:06 PM
"In the Carpenter Shop," by the Swedish painter, Carl Larsson
"Walking on the shore of the Caspian Sea with my sister, I saw distant lightning. I ran to the hotel, grabbed my camera and took many long exposures, but it was only in the second shot that I captured the biggest, most beautiful, and the last lightning of that night." AmirAli Sharifi
December 4, 2025 at 10:55 PM
"Walking on the shore of the Caspian Sea with my sister, I saw distant lightning. I ran to the hotel, grabbed my camera and took many long exposures, but it was only in the second shot that I captured the biggest, most beautiful, and the last lightning of that night." AmirAli Sharifi
It’s the reason for the season…
December 4, 2025 at 5:14 PM
It’s the reason for the season…
“Elementary, dear Watson!”
December 4, 2025 at 3:32 PM
“Elementary, dear Watson!”
In 1895 my G-G Grandfather Amsler walked out to a field and shot himself. It was the day before his daughter’s wedding.
I occasionally think of him and my family when I’m out walking. I think how even I have had to swim through ripples of that day so long ago.
I occasionally think of him and my family when I’m out walking. I think how even I have had to swim through ripples of that day so long ago.
December 4, 2025 at 12:50 PM
In 1895 my G-G Grandfather Amsler walked out to a field and shot himself. It was the day before his daughter’s wedding.
I occasionally think of him and my family when I’m out walking. I think how even I have had to swim through ripples of that day so long ago.
I occasionally think of him and my family when I’m out walking. I think how even I have had to swim through ripples of that day so long ago.
Covered bridge, next town over. Northfield, Vermont
December 2, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Covered bridge, next town over. Northfield, Vermont