The anesthesia of ice-cream . . .

Thursday, October 2, 2025. It's Thor's day . . . and the 90's return to TulseyTown this afternoon, on easy Southeasterlies.

If your happiness disappears the moment the pleasure does, it was never happiness. It was just anesthesia. – Mark Manson, The Two Kinds of Happiness, online 10.2.25

Jane Goodall died yesterday. She was 91.

Today in 1836 Charles Darwin returned to England, aboard the HMS Beagle, ending a five-year surveying expedition of the southern Atlantic and Pacific oceans.

Today is the birth date of Mahatma Gandhi. He was born in 1869, Porbandar, India.

Since 1990 there have been 8 government shutdowns in the U.S. Four of them under Trump. This one is different. -- Robert Reich, online today.

The poet Wallace Stevens was born on this day in 1879 Reading, Pennsylvania.

The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

– Wallace Stevens, “The Emperor of Ice-Cream,” This poem is in the public domain.