Vampire at the cosmic bar . . .
Saturday, October 4, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . Forecasts indicate moderate Southeasterlies to continue warming TulseyTown today, in the upper 80's. The ten-day promises dry cooler conditions.
The list of creatives' birthdate notices in today’s mailbox was a long one …
The prolific and often humorist writer Roy Blount Jr. turns 84 today. He was born in 1941 Indianapolis.
Actor Susan Sarandon is 79 today. The AcademyAward laureate was born in 1946 New York City.
Also on the list: Buster Keaton and Charlton Heston,
And, the author of Interview With A Vampire, Anne Rice, was born in 1941, New Orleans, Louisian.
Speaking of which, Rice's vampire saga has been adapted to film and presently into a critically acclaimed tv series (by AMC) and now running on Netflix, if you are so inclined.
And, On this day in 1957 the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 1, the first artificial satellite inaugurating the space age, and heightened Cold War competition between the U.S.S.R. and the U.S.
Bukowski at the Cosmo Bar
Mother, Father Mahayana,
how do I know if I am
enlightened?
Such an outrageous question
might find an appropriate answer
from someone like Bukowski
muttering from some cosmic bar
on a star a billion miles from here:
“Dude,” he'd say,
“if you have to ask, you ain't there.”
– jab
The wondermoment . . .
Friday, October 3, 2025. It's Freya's (Frigg's) day...and Summer continues over TulseyTown. Hot Southerlies near if not at 90º for the afternoon.
[L]ike clouds passing across the sky, our thoughts, names, and stories come and go. But the open sky of awareness remains—vast, untouched, unbroken. When we discover that we are that sky—timeless and boundless—life itself becomes lighter, clearer, and infinitely more intimate. We are home now, and everyone is welcome. – Santiago Santai Jiménez
In an historic first, a woman has become The Archbishop of Canterbury, head of the Anglican Church.
Connectedness can’t be ordered up, laid out, or unraveled. Its fire runs through an infinite network of points of mutual contact and exchange that are beyond explanation and must simply be accepted with respect and gratitude. – Susan Murphy
Novelist Gore Vidal was born on this day in 1925 West Point, New York.
Robert Reich has an idea about how the shutdown will end.
The Wondermoment
– prompted by Robert Bly in the excellent anthology The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart.
Some men, I among them at that proverbial
once upon a time, wonder about love.
Confronted by the fact of our patriarchally received nature
but aware there must be a better way, we wonder.
The poet Robert Bly speaks of a man
who learns to love “the guiding woman.”
His heart is cultivated that way,
the way the patriarchy yields.
– jab
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.