Natalie Morrill

Photo of a trail with plants and trees covered in a layer of prickly frost. A brown dog (gus) is running ahead

Photo of prickly hoar frost covering an iron hook in a garden

Hoar frost morning ❄️

A couple of my pals (men who work in the trades) were explaining the work ethos among their colleagues, & said, "The deal is that you can't get emotional at work, & also that anger is not an emotion." Something fundamental here.

A problem that currently exists in Canadian politics is a lack of consensus around how you distinguish between the faces of the PM & the Leader of the Opposition in editorial cartoons. Current editorial cartoon landscape fraught with ambiguity.

One must imagine Sisyphus enjoying a little treat now & then

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YouTube video by 風の音 高中正義『Masayoshi Takanaka』– 虹伝説 『The Rainbow Goblins』[1981]

Tonight's listening, thanks to the algorithm 🎶👺🌈 www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzYD...

My (almost) 4yo niece asked for a Totoro-themed birthday 2 (I think?) years ago, & has three large Totoro stuffies (one crocheted by a family member)--beloved little weirdo 💙

Happy Feast of the Dedication of St. John Lateran! When John & I went to Rome, we went looking for it (Holy Door, baby) but had no idea what it looked like. I was directing us past it & John was like, "How about we just check out that huge church first." T.y. J. 🙏

Also getting a lot of "God rebuking Job" vibes here

(Entering state of existential dread & awe) Yeah

Accidentally let my dog eat a Hawkins Cheesie; real risk that he will sell me to obtain more

Perplexing my grandchildren by having "Tha'll do, Pig" inscribed on my gravestone

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I hate sports. Why do we do this 😰🤢😰

Harrison I'm dying

Photo of fried rice with purple cabbage on a plate. The food is an astonishing shade of indigo.

- Rice in the freezer & eggs in the fridge, so fried rice for breakfast
- Decided to add purple cabbage because I had some handy
- Some kind of pigment chemistry transpires
- Truly psychadelic breakfast

screenshot of text: "this fragment with a good deal more, not recoverable, composed, in a sort of reverie brought on by two grains of opium, taken to check a dysentery, at a Farm House between Porlock & Linton, a quarter of a mile from Culbone Church, in the fall of the year, 1797. S. T. Coleridge."

They're always saying, "When Coleridge wrote 'Kubla Khan,' he was tripping on opium," but never, "When Coleridge wrote 'Kubla Khan,' he was tripping on opium that he'd taken because he had terrible diarrhea"

This is probably not in the proper spirit of Halloween, but I always hold some of the good stuff back from the bowl

🙏Grateful Dan is Still Alive Club

This could happen to anyone

I was walking with a woman in the dog park who had vivid childhood memories of watching the 1993 Blue Jays World Series at a family friend's cottage. Unfortunately, they involved the family's golden retriever trying to hump her the entire time.

Ideal afternoon

Is baseball still America’s game? The Blue Jays are changing the idea of who baseball is for | CBC Arts Jays fan Sadaf Ahsan and sports journalist Shireen Ahmed examine the cultural changes at play.

Everywhere I go, people are wearing Jays gear. People I know who have never watched baseball (me included) are staying up past midnight to for an 18th inning. The coffee shop has baseball donuts.

And, I cannot emphasize this enough, I am in a city *3000 km from Toronto*

Canada is behind this team

nancy cartoon. a little girl with frizzy black hair is showing a doll to another little girl & saying, "i got this by crying"

Need this image for sundry contexts

12 seconds from 8 stop-motion films (1968–present) across the career of animator Yuri Norstein

Baseball enjoyers 🤝 guests at Hill House

Today’s poem is selected by Maya C. Popa (@mayacpopa.bsky.social) as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.

“Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you.” appeared in The New Economy by Gabrielle Calvocoressi, published by Copper Canyon Press, 2025.

Trimalchio in Newburyport: Timothy Dexter’s *A Pickle for the Knowing Ones* (1848) A strange 1797 text — in a personal eye dialect and entirely devoid of punctuation — written by the eccentric 18th-century businessman known for his wildly good luck.

"A Pickle for the Knowing Ones" (1848) is a marvellously bizarre piece of writing. (No punctuation!) Thank you to @PublicDomainRev for sharing it: publicdomainreview.org/collection/d...

You can do whatever you want, if you can do it (In writing, I mean.) Thinking about practical limits in creative writing; odds and ends and hits du jour

New post! Encouraging you to experiment (in writing).
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