Figs and soul-mates . . .
Sunday, February 22, 2026. It's Sol's day . . . another reminder that it is still Winter. Northerlies are forecasted to hold wind-chills in the 30's in spite of sunny skies this afternoon. A roller-coaster week ahead.
Wabi-sabi is the cracked bowl. Kintsugi is process of repairing the bowl with gold. We live in a wabi-sabi world. Our mission is Kintsugi. – Jeff Krasno, “Scarred for Life,” 2.21.26
George Washington was born on this date in 1732 Westmoreland County, Virginia.
The philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer was born on this day in 1788, Danzig, Prussia, now Gdańsk, Poland.
It's also the birthdate of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Poet and dramatist, she was born in 1892 Rockland, Maine.
Notes from a half-full-cup guy. – Richard Rohor, Sunday Thought.
There is a reason we search for soul-mates and not self-mates. – Maria Popova, The Marginalian, 2.22.26
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, “First Fig” This poem is in the public domain.
Love's voice . . .
Saturday, February 21, 2026. It's the Satyr's day . . . forecasts for TulseyTown indicate moderate to strong Northerlies maintaining another cold day with sunshine and barely 50º afternoon. A hard freeze Sunday morning in the 20's
Yesterday, the U.S. Supreme Court said “No” to Trump's tariffs. – Joyce Vance provides details in her Civil Discourse
The Supreme Court decision extends beyond tariffs. – Robert Reich, A big decision, 2.21.26
A note for someone you may know: Researchers analyzing data from about 1,000 older adults in the Northern Manhattan Study found that people who dranl more than one diet soda per day had roughly a fourfold higher risk of dementia compared to those who drank one or fewer and may be related to metabolic dysfunction leading to types of diabetes.
Today in 1925 the first edition of The New Yorker magazine was published.
Other birthdays
The British/American poet W.H. Auden was born on this day in 1907 York, England.
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
– W.H. Auden, “Epitaph on a Tyrant,” from Another Time, Random House. 1940.
The author of Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace was born in 1962 Ithaca, New York.
Diarist Anaïs Nin was born today in 1903 Neuilly, France.
“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anaïs Nin, “Incest" from A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1932-1934
And, Andrés Segovia saw the light of day today in 1893, Linares, Spain. He was the most important force in reestablishing the guitar as a concert instrument in the 20th century.
How can you share the voice of love with the world if love isn't already inside you?
Coming and going with It . . .
Friday, February 20, 2026. It's Frigg's (Freya's) day . . . and a reminiscence of Winter is in the TulseyTown forecasts. Moderate Northerlies are to push wind chills into the 30's this afternoon, notwithstanding sunny skies.
Whatever experience that comes is It. And whatever comes, goes. Even if it is the dark night of the soul, It comes and then it goes.
Filmmaker Robert Altman was born this day in 1925 Kansas City, Missouri.
It's also the birthdate of Ansel Adams, born in 1902, San Francisco, California. An American photographer, he was one of the most important landscape photographers of the 20th century.
The MET: The Metropolitan Museum of Art opened on this day in 1872. It is the largest and most comprehensive art in New York City and one of the foremost in the world.
Prince Andrew, Trump, Epstein, Yoon Suk Yeol. Heather Cox Richardson weaves the thread in Letters From An American, posted yesterday.
Joyce Vance provided her own perspective on the Andrew/Trump legal implications in yesterday's Civil Discourse.
Andrew arrested. Why not Trump? If no one is above the law, then no one is above the law. – Robert Reich.
A windchime has paused in its harmonious clang
like a moment of justice in an Eternity of Libran balance,
as have those two mockingbirds who've been chattering incessantly
with my neighbor's guitar which has also gone silent.
The world is struck dumb by beauty.
– jab, from “Windchime and Mockingbird Guitar”