The past is, well...past.
Thursday, October 30, 2025 . It's Thor's day . . .Easy Northwesterlies are forecasted with sunshine returning to TulseyTown with mixed clouds and low 60's this afternoon. Today's morning now of 39º is indicated for tomorrow's dawn. (Odin borrowed Thor's hammer-like winds yesterday)
Not only are we connected. We are inseperable. – Joanna Macey.
History may not repeat itself, but it surely rhymes. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American, 10.28.25
On this day in 1938 Orson Welles’s adaptation of War of the Worlds, a radio broadcast based on a science fiction novel, caused mass hysteria across New England. A demonstration, if ever there was one, of American vulnerbility to fake news.
We spend so much of our modern urban time shutting out the world, focusing narrowly on our “problems.” The world becomes a disturbance, getting in our way. Rain is a bother, Winter nights come too early, things break. How can I possibly love a world that consists so largely in Muzak, traffic and bad coffee? … So … how do we love the world anyway? … Anyway means any which way, any way at all, implying that there are many different openings out of our self-enclosure and toward love of the world.
The world is always more than anything you do in it, to it, with it. No invention can surpass the creation, and no story can encompass the planet's history … “All things are full of Gods” is an ancient Greek saying. “In my father's house are many mansions,” is a Christian one. This suggests that there is something divine even in the baseball glove and the neighborhood street – a divine quality of ordinary life which comes to us through our senses. This, the poets say, is the true ground of our love for the world. – James Hillman, “Loving the World Anyway,” The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart, Harper Collins, 1992.
The poet and critic Ezra Pound was born on this day in 1885 in Hailey, Idaho.
Forgive the World
For the mistakes you have made, forgive the world.
All of the lovers and the love they made —
nothing between them was a mistake —
all that is truly for love’s sake
is not wasted and will never fade.
– jab (for Helen and Garrison)