Pain may give purpose but it’s not pain that makes people, it’s love.

Tales of the Empire is good in many of the ways that Star Wars is good but I’m not sure how long I can sit through the trend of “how evil can evil get?” plots in this universe. It’s feeling similar to how everything became set in or about WWII in the early 2000’s. I don’t find fascism fascinating.

The flowers have all arrived to give spring a proper return.

Late afternoon view of a green grass yard with two small trees covered in pink flower blossoms

Had the good fortune of spending a night at the beautiful Hokelaga Inn in Kingston, Ontario. My daughter and I wondered why none of the ultra wealthy build their own Victorian houses?

Exterior of a large multistory Victorian house with red brickwork and ornate white and green decoration named the Hochelaga Inn

The wind may still be cold but it’s great to see new, red buds popping up everywhere.

Blue sky with tree in foreground with red leaf buds emerging from its bare branches

I think I had somebody else’s dreams last night. Places I didn’t recognize, events with no personal meaning, nobody I knew. It’s made for a strange morning.

I think I’ll grab some more coffee. (It was bright and sunny just a few minutes ago.)

My wife surprised me with an amazing concert of one of my favorite bands, Djangophonique (Link), at the Detroit Institute of Art.

four jazz musicians and a singer from the band Djangophonique performing on stage

In a confusing turn in an unseasonably warm winter, snow has returned.

Snow dusted rooftop with rusty heating pipe sticking up on right

You can keep your flying cars, I have soft close drawers and cabinets.

The sun’s morning reminder that no matter the cloud cover, or how bad last nights storm was, it’s still here.

Warm Sunrise behind cold storm clouds with leafless trees silhouetted in front
Blue clouds with orange linings as the sun sets in the low distance of leafless trees

How can people not know what beauty this is?
I’ve taken it for granted my whole life
Since the day I was born

  • Neko Case

I’m up here swirling, ass-over-tea-kettle, through a season where words fail to express what I feel or think.

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