The only A.I. I support is Abolish ICE.

My deep sympathy to you, Taras. A vivid portrait & a charming photo.

😢

Fascinating. Much to chew on.

Not that I agree with every nuance. But the framing and questions are so useful.

Completely compelling. This is going to be so useful to me — thanks, Richard.

A very sad & very eloquent piece, Jon.

🙏🏻🤪

For large chunks of my long race along the river & up in the redwoods on Saturday, I was just behind two 40-something dudes talking loudly about American sports. The bad news is that I spent hours behind two 40-something dudes talking loudly about sports. The good news is I could keep up with them!

I enjoyed very much re-listening this morning to @katebradbury.bsky.social detailing the misadventures & love life of Sylvester the hedgehog on The Stubborn Light of Things. What charmers they are.

Curly grey large labradoodle getting scratched under the chin by my disembodied hand and looking deeply contented.

Sweet Tulip! I am at least very lucky to have Harry, the office dog, most days to emerge from napping under my coworker’s desk and tell me I’m good enough. Harry is convinced that everything and everyone is just fine.

I do miss having a furry companion who believes I am the provider of all happiness. 🥺

Happy birthday, you good man.

I love how the sea is cradling the light in the first picture. Gorgeous.

I do hope Doggo’s faith in us proves justified. 💕

I imagine we all have those times. I sure do. Wishing you gentleness until something enables it to pass.

Are you always conscious of it on some level? (I’m not assuming there’s a right answer) xx 🫂

Oh my, this is lovely. The photos are incredible, but so is the story. Lions & king cobras are impressive & everything but THE HAZEL DORMICE killed me. Nicely.

Lucy's cautious, dignified optimism speaks to me.

I'm sorry for your loss. Even from this briefest sketch, they sound very special.

Messy weeping before work on a Monday morning was not quite what I had in mind. Can’t get my mascara on.

Grief has its own long-term agenda.

Damn, I miss that woman so much.

Not bad, thanks! Standing up after a while sitting is a wee bit challenging, however. The creaking is probably audible.

This particular episode of The Stubborn Light of Things makes me choke up (happily) every year when I re-listen. It’s like the best conversation with my late mother — everything she loved, how she saw & felt. Like walking with her, my dear friend, through a spring evening. With a barn owl’s blessing

The flower sprays of the silk oak (which isn’t actually an oak): curly bottlebrushes in sunny golden yellow with orange stems. Blue sky glimpsed between the branches.

We have an Australian silk oak in our (rented) back garden here. The birds love it; in yesterday’s sunshine it was filled with the comings & goings of goldfinches, bluejays, woodpeckers, phoebes. And I got to spend rare minutes sitting in the sunshine too, just gazing. Probably with a fool’s grin.

It grows abundantly here in Northern California too, which makes my heart glad (although it’s nearly over by now).

Having RR’s quiet approval feels like the icing on the (ache) cake. ☺️

Caption screen from UCI Cycling just says (in all caps) “women elimination.”

Watching the track cycling & I’m not sure this is quite the right way to phrase it.

Ugh. Didn't know this.

“I Did it My Way (while my wife cooked, cleaned, washed & mended my clothes, took care of the kids, did the routine shopping, worked a paying job, let me choose the TV we watched & where we went on holiday, & made sure the bills were paid on time so I could Do it My Way).”