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?

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