Dave Bonta

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Crystal-clear and still at sunrise. Dew drips from the roof. Over by the springhouse, a red squirrel and a Carolina wren are having a free and frank exchange of views.

this is the Judaism I've always admired & learned from

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kind of odd to see a journal using Wix describing itself as "revolutionary" femkumag.wixsite.com/home

the newly gilded Oval Office

I feel like a declaration of martial law can't be too far off now

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Clear and cold at dawn. The nearly full moon gutters among the trees. A screech owl trills with a rising intonation, which feels like some kind of omen.

Glad you like this one. I feel like it risks collapse under the weight of multiple ambiguities. The Japanese love for kakekotoba has ruined me

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Mid-morning and the sun is just struggling free of clouds and/or smoke. A chicken cackles in the distance. Annual cicadas exchange raspy notes.

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Neither hot nor cold under a clouded-over sky that's faintly blue, permitting sunshine but not shadows. The hummingbird circling my hung-out red bandanna appears to have developed a taste for my salt, tapping all over with her lightning-fast tongue.

MIKE JOHNSON USHERS IN 'RED HEIFER' APOCALYPSE

love this chyron from today's Breaking Points

update: I just watched a hummingbird lick the bandanna all over. since there's clearly no nectar in it, I can only assume she was after the salt from my sweat.

great, you've just lapped Substack in the race to the bottom of the UI barrel

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Yesterday's red bandanna, hung out to dry in the rafters, attracts first one, then two hummingbirds. Inevitably, they fight. The winner settles on the closest tree branch.

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Thin, high clouds. The yellow smudge that is the sun rises to the tune of quarry trucks beeping backwards. I study the weeds where I saw a bear disappear ten hours earlier, just at dusk.

my pleasure

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Clear, cold and still. I can't stop gazing at the red oak seedling I found in the yard yesterday and immediately caged in a ring of deer fencing, its four jaunty leaves above a sea of invasive periwinkle.

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Dawn. The thermometer has dropped to 50°F (10°C). Something small and dark disappears into the tall weeds beside the driveway, setting off first one, then the other Carolina wren. It never reemerges. The sun comes up.

"Nocturne II" - Merwin Conservancy August arrives in the dark we are not even asleep and it is herewith a gust of rain rustling before ithow can it be so late all at oncesomewhere the Perseids are fallingtoward us already at a speed th...

A poem by W.S. Merwin, a day late maybe, but I’m going slowly into late summer here

merwinconservancy.org/poems/noctur... "Nocturne II" - Merwin Conservancy

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Sunny and cold. The woods are quiet. A red-eyed vireo sings in the middle of the yard. A gray squirrel's hawk alarm goes off.

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Overcast and cool. At the edge of the cattail marsh, among the smartweed and tearthumb, I spot a lone stalk of purple loosestrife rocking gently in the breeze.

Twitter is now 75% bot activity. The dead internet theory aint a theory anymore.

Zuck's vision of the future is that everyone should have a personal superintelligence that only they can see & talk to, through special lenses that can only be purchased through him. He's basically become the 21st-century version of an 80s televangelist.

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Overcast and cool, with sound out of the east: instead of the dull roar of interstate traffic, the dull roar of the quarry. I take stock of the dying: spicebush, lilac and currant bushes all blighted by nematodes, mildew or rust. The sun makes a bleary appearance.

Supersized stick insect discovered in high-altitude trees in Australia The 40cm-long insect, named Acrophylla alta, weighs slightly less than a golf ball and may be the heaviest insect in Australia

Like the old-growth coastal redwoods that host whole other ecosystems in their spires, these extraordinary Australian stick insects reveal not only the richness and mystery of mature forest canopies but how vital their protection is for countless forms of life.
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great track

there's more people on YouTube watching livestreams of Ozzy's funeral than turned out for the queen. score one for the working class

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Clear and still at sunrise, with a sheen of dew on the meadow. A screech owl trills in the distance, nearly drowned out by goldfinches.