If a final day comes . . .
Thursday, May 1, 2025. It's Thor's day . . . and the weatherfeather indicates morning clouds yielding to a sunny day for TulseyTown. More thundershowers are possible tonight. A lovely weekend is in the forecasts.
We all carry stories about what is possible, stories influenced by conditioning, fear, and experience. But what if our limits are not real? What if they’re just unchallenged? What if everything you need to rise, to heal, to rebuild is already within you, waiting to be realized? – Susan Wang, on Tiny Buddha.
Catching up on a full mailbox:
The economy is contracting for the first time in three years: A report from the Bureau of Economic Analysis summarized by Heather Cox Richardson in Letters From An American
Trump's 100 day face-plant. “No president has ever botched the first hundred days more badly than Donald Trump has botched it.” – Rachel Maddow.
Dr. Richardson also provided a summary of the first 100 days of Trump.
Here is a devastating reality check for the Democratic Party in the Age of Trump: What if the real story of this era and the country's democracy crisis is not so much that the American people fell in love with Donald Trump and the MAGA movement but that they dislike the Democrats even more than him? – Chauncey DeVega, Salon 4.29.25
Yesterday:
Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities was first published in serial form yesterday in 1859. Annie Dillard turned 80 yesterday. The Pultizer Prize laureate for non-fiction (Pilgrim at Tinker Creek) was born in 1945 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Anne Frank's diary was first published in English on this date in 1952
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?... If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred...every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.… We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and human—all belong to the same family. – Chief Seattle in 1854.
If a final day comes, a capitalist will sell us the rope.