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Michael
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I like basil, quahogs, horseshoe crabs, and teaching high school critters.
Oh, and swear words.
he/him/his

(photos taken by me unless otherwise noted....)

((Avatar is a photo of some street art in Honfleur.))

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Earliest fookin' sunset of the year in these parts.Here's one from the summer.
December 8, 2025 at 10:44 AM
The milkweed beetles are gone now. I did not find any carcasses, just the empty milkweed husks.

Except this one--we still has its seeds. And maybe, just maybe, a few critters hiding inside behind them.
December 8, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Fuck pantone.
December 8, 2025 at 1:40 AM
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White people could shut this down immediately if they wanted to.

Every media house should be condemning this; every corporation, every university, every CEO, every religious leader, everyone with a smidge of power should be speaking up.

Why aren't you speaking up loudly, White America?
October 5, 2025 at 11:08 PM
Say the word aloud and it comes to life as, well, fun. Poetic.
Your Cherokee words for today.
The top word is English followed by how it is written in the Cherokee language followed by how it is spelled in English then how to pronounce it phonetically.
December 4, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Abolitionist John Brown was executed by the state of Virginia on December 2, 1859.
December 2, 2025 at 11:15 PM
And now I hear my Granddad's voice singing silent night, a man born in 1898.

The voice is still alive, and will be as long as I breathe.
December 3, 2025 at 1:12 AM
All I know is that Santa Claus
Don't care about breaking or applying laws.
December 3, 2025 at 1:08 AM
a ill reindeer
December 3, 2025 at 1:07 AM
"Haji was a punk..."
December 3, 2025 at 1:00 AM
@notphlogiston.bsky.social The Pogues and Kirsty are playing, I'm done, caving into the darkness we call Christmas.
December 3, 2025 at 12:59 AM
The "professionalism" around us kills souls.

Just a few decades ago there was always a guitar around, a few voices, stories, and often something to nosh on.

OK, alcohol and cigarettes, too, but apparently mortality was less of an issue then.
December 3, 2025 at 12:56 AM
A selfie:
December 3, 2025 at 12:39 AM
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She shouldn't have to keep doing this by herself. She is supposedly a member of a political party and every single one of her *colleagues* should be BLASTING the fascist in chief. ALL OF THEM. Where is the solidarity???
December 3, 2025 at 12:34 AM
For the few folks following the adventures of my milkweed beetles, they are still alive, but in deep trouble.

Most of the milkweed plants have little left to give, and the hard cold is coming.

Yet here they are, huddled together on a post using the diminishing sunlight to stay warm.

Life is life.
December 3, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Being human matters, hands matter, living well matters.
An easy way to explain luddites:

Textile manufacturers brought in machines that could do in an hour what would have taken 12 hours by hand.

And then, tried to keep paying the now 12x more productive workers the same wages as before.

That's it, that was the problem luddites had. Not complex.
December 3, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Fuck this time of year sucks for folks who still hang on to their mammalness.

The light is dying, clocks are an abomination, and electric lights are nearly as bad as a two pack a day cigarette habit (and a whole lot less fun).
December 3, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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Ok I guess I also want to say that for me this book was a homecoming: I wanted to write the universe I know on my terms, through my associations, with a commitment to helping people who aren't experts see what I see

I don't know if I nailed it each time, but I think the passion will shine through
December 2, 2025 at 11:33 PM
Fuck it, been a week and it's on;y Tuesday.

Gonna go feed some yeast, ask them to make me a nice loaf of bread, then cook them for their efforts.

Humans gonna human.
December 2, 2025 at 11:33 PM
That's the Atlantic in the background.

Not sure what I want, and try to let the body alone dictate what I need, but I know that watching my grands spin around on a carousel as the sun sets along the ocean's edge was magical.
December 2, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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"I don't know what to do" - Go to your Alderperson in Chicago and tell them that you will organize to OUST them if they go along with cutting the fucking public library budget AGAIN. Start there.
December 2, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Late fall is for fermenting.
Bread.
Mead.
Ale.

Whatever--let little critters do the work.
November 30, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Sliced my finger cutting bread. Again.

I think the yeast are fighting back.
November 24, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Creation is good.
November 24, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Welp, there goes that dream....
November 24, 2025 at 2:06 AM