Monday, June 30, 2025

June 2025 Grab Bag

 Sometime this past Saturday, I surpassed 2,000,000 views:

It seems apparent that something changed around the February/March timeframe.  Part of that may be that I somehow got linked to other sites (due to the kindness of the owners of those sites).  But somehow, based on the nature of the traffic, I wonder.

(As a note, the records only goes back to June of 2010, when I had a whopping 355 views that month.)

An examination of the overall traffic reveals some interesting locations:



But the past three months reveals even more interesting things:



Singapore and Vietnam seem to fall in the timeline with our trip to Cambodia and Vietnam (we did stop in Singapore on the way there).  No idea about Brazil, I have never been.  A quick review yesterday morning for the last 24 hours also revealed Brazil and Vietnam as "top" countries.  

I have no idea what would make me so interesting that Brazilians and Vietnamese seek me out.  If they are all bots, I have to give Blogger credit:  the last time I had spam was some months ago.

Interestingly, I hit 1,000,000 on 28 October 2023, so the cycle time is speeding up. 

That said, I am sure there are some real views there as well.  Thank you to all the actual readers for your continued support. 

On to 3,000,000.

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My Winter/Spring "harvest" seems complete at this point.  Below you see the results:  Emmer Wheat, Jet Barley, and garlic (Always, the reliable garlic.  It has never failed me.).  Other than a large handful of Spinach, this is more or less what I got.


That said, I am not at all disappointed.  This was my first foray into balcony container gardening and I anticipated getting nothing, so anything is a victory.

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After having removed the remaining stalks of wheat and barley, I was thinking about succession planting.  Herbs struck me as being in order, as they are something we can use and do grow into containers.  I went by my local Big Box store:  Herbs are currently $5.98 a pot.  That was an investment I was not willing to make.

Then, at a stop of large regional grocery store, I went out to their garden center (turns out they have one).  Low and behold, they were clearing out their potted herbs.  Feeling a worthy protégé of Eaton Rapids Joe, I snagged mint, thyme, and English lavender for $4.00 total.  That, to my silly math, is an 78% savings over what I could have paid.

(Thyme and Lavender)

(Mint.  It was very healthy and had a lot of growth).

If I had had the space, there was the makings of a lavender farm in the amount of remaining lavender there.  Perhaps against my better judgement, I may go back there as of the writing of this on Sunday. It is too good of a deal to pass up.

(Editor's note:  I did go back.  The lavender has been completely vacuumed up by someone.  That said, they cut prices again, so I got a sage plant for $1.00.  That raised my "savings" to 84%. )

General garden, End of June 2025:



Currently I am growing leeks, alfalfa, Jerusalem Spinach, and peppers.  The alfalfa is an experiment - well, really all of this is an experiment.

On the bright side, I have serrano peppers!


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I have gotten out of the habit of making bread over the last two months for reasons I do not fully know.  It is easy to do with a bread maker; I really have had no excuse.  Yesterday I made a sort of light rye:


I will say that a game changer for me was finding that Bob's Red Mill makes small batches of non-wheat flour which are pretty reasonable, thus opening up new possibilities.  We also now live near a store that sells bulk grains (and I have a grain mill).  So more opportunities to experiment await.
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A the Cat sends greetings.  Other than a penchant for clawing at couches and "stepping in" to J the Rabbit's cage for a visit (somewhat unwelcome by J), the adjustment is going well.


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I think I finally have a "drink".

When I was out to dinner with The Ravishing Mrs. TB for a belated birthday celebration, I had a Porto Tonico.  It is a drink made with port and tonic water and finds its origins in Portugal. 

Basic recipe:

- 2 ounces white port (it can be any port, but white is preferred)
- 4 ounces tonic water

That is it.  It can be garnished, if you are fancy, with mint leaves and a bit of orange slice or lime slice.  (I, being not fancy, do not garnish.)

I find them highly refreshing.

If you are lucky enough to live somewhere that sells generic tonic water in the 12 ounce cans, get those:  You can get two Porto Tonicos and a chaser of tonic water out of single can.

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The Ravishing Mrs. TB and I have started passively looking for a house.

When I say "passively", it is simply looking at some pictures and starting a list of things we would like to have in a house.  Part of that is also making short day trips around the area to see the communities, mostly West and North of us, as neither of us want to live closer to the rather large urban area directly nearby or even in the greater area we now live (nice to rent in, maybe not so great to buy in).

In terms of "needs" at the moment, they include at least three bedrooms (we may have one or more family members living with us from time to time), 30 minute or less commute from my work, within 1 hour of the major airport (if we use the "30 minutes to work" rule, it is a sufficient stalking horse),  a better heating/cooling system than we have now, and at least one room with a sufficient ceiling height to allow me to practice Iaijtsu in the rainy and cold season inside without our ceiling being in peril.  Also highly desirable is some amount of land, or at least farther distance from our neighbors - if I had my way, I would like to have a better garden and try my hand at bees and poultry again.

This is all very tentative at the moment.  But it is never too early to start planning.

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You may remember from this past Saturday that my cousin's partner was home on hospice.  He had been given two to four weeks.  My cousin let me know that death came yesterday - Three days from the final diagnosis.

Live each day well.  Tomorrow is not promised us.

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Changes, Swirling Memories, And Wa

Memories drifting,

autumn's leaves falling to die

shades of Summers past.

The arrival of A the cat last week was not without its own disruptions both here and at New Home 2.0. For here of course, the adjustment of having a cat again where there has been none for the past year.  At New Home 2.0, sadness that he will not be as a regular dweller any more.

This thought dogged me as I made the drive to work this week, leading me to consideration of the last time we were all together.  To my mind that was likely the end of 2020.

Not that 2020 was without its own challenges, what with the Plague and a change in careers.  But it was the last time that - as far as I can recall - everyone was home and all of the pets were with us.

It made me sad as I drove on through the traffic lights and made the turn onto the main road for work.  So much - so very much - had happened in that intervening period of time.  Moves, job changes, deaths, graduations, first careers - all things that over the time, conspired to slowly pull things apart.

2020 me would not recognize the life that I am living now.

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This week, one of my cousins - probably the one I am closest to - let us know that his partner, who has battled cancer for years, took a turn for the worst.  2 weeks at best, 4 weeks at the outside.

We had brunch together in May when I was down to The Ranch.  Yes, there was cancer being battled, but that was not something we discussed at all other than swapping a few jokes about hair loss.  I thought about it this last month, but my visit there took another turn.

My cousin is the son of my Aunt Pat, who was diagnosed with cancer last year.

I cannot remember the last time that side of the family was all in one place.  We are simply too spread out at this point.  Most of that group was present for my mother's funeral in June of 2024;  a perhaps far happier time was for my niece and The Brit's wedding last November.

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There is an inevitableness to all of this, of course: time only continues forward and is merciless.  Things unwind and dissolve and nothing will bring them back into being.  We never truly know or grasp when we have the "last time" for anything (my father in law The Master Sergeant who passed away last October:  when was the last time I had seen him before he went into the hospital?  Not later than the first quarter of 2024, which seems like a lifetime ago now).

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The incomparable Old AF Sarge posted yesterday something called "The Quiet Mind".  If you have not read it, I commend it to your attention.  His discussion of simply seeking harmony resonates with me, perhaps now more than ever.

For whatever reason, change seems to be shredding my reality. That harmony, that  和¹ (Wa), matters more to me every passing day.

The memories continue to drift, driven faster by a world I no longer understand.

Friday, June 27, 2025

Essentialism (XXIII) Eliminate: Limit

 "No is a complete sentence" - Ann Lamott

The disappearance of boundaries, says McKeown, is typical of the Nonessentialist era in which we live.

Technology has not helped this, of course.  Even at the time of the publihsing of Essentialism in 2014, McKeown notes that technology had already made more things possible like calendars with Saturday meetings.  It is far worse now, of course, in that with the democratization of the InterWeb and the regular issuance of personal computers to employees and The Computer in Our Pockets, we are accessible at any time of the day or night.  

But more than just the technology, the fact is that that technology would not matter if it were not for the lessening of boundaries between personal/family and business life - as McKeown, notes, "It is hard to imagine executives in most companies would be comfortable with employees bringing their children to work on a Monday morning, yet they seem to have no problem expecting their employees to come into the office or to work on a project on a Saturday or Sunday."

Boundaries, he notes, are a lot like the walls of a sandcastle: Let one fall down and eventually they all fall down.  And it can be uncomfortable, and even job or relationship ending, to say "No" to such requests.  Yet Mckeown notes that not pushing back can cost us more: it costs us the ability to choose what is most essential.  If we do not set our boundaries, it is not that there will be no boundaries; it is that they will be set by someone else to serve their design, not yours.

Nonessentialists think of boundaries as constraints or limits, a sign of weakness in a productive life - after all, what successful person ever said "no" to opportunity?  Essentialists, on the other hand, seeing boundaries as freeing, setting aside time to work on their essential goals and objectives, not the goals and objectives of others.

There is a saying that goes something to the effect of "A failure to plan on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part" - that other people's failure to plan (or in this case, have boundaries) does not and should not mean that I stop what I am working on to address it.  And yet we all have these people in our lives, high-maintenance individuals who make their issues our issues, their purposes our purposes, their agendas the things that must be completed (instead of ours, of course).  How does the Essentialist push back?

1)  Don't rob people of their problems: Problems, it has been said, are opportunities in disguise.  That said, not all problems are our problems.  Sometimes they are problems of others who make their problem our problem.  Sometimes we have to take on that problem (say, at work when my manager brings me an issue that must be dealt with and they cannot); other times though, they are problem which we somehow choose to take on or are saddled with.  This can look like a pet project (not critical) that someone else asks us to take on or being asked to review something that is not ready for prime time (you are being used as an unpaid editor) or someone that likes to talk when you critical items to do (to be fair, I am guilty of this).

The solution? Put up fences.  Demarcate what is and is not your responsibility.  Do not deny people the ability to grow through their problems.

2)  Boundaries are a source of liberation:  Just as fences keep pets and children in from the dangers of roads by both expanding their total space and putting a barrier between them and traffic, setting up boundaries allows us to be "...free to select from the whole area - or the whole range of options - that we have deliberately chosen to explore."

3) Find your deal-breakers:  A deal-breaker is any kind of request or activity that you will refuse to say yeas to, unless such a request overlaps your own agenda or priorities.  Know what these are up front so you can easily say "no.

One method McKeown suggests for understanding these is to write down any time someone makes a request of you and you feel somehow violated or upon.  It may only be a "minor pinch", but it is likely that this is indicative of a hidden boundary that is a deal-breaker.

4) Craft social contracts:  McKeown relates a story in which, at being put with a colleague on project who approached such things a very different way - yet the project was successful and harmonious.  He credits this to the fact that at the beginning of the project, they sat down and McKeown defined what his priorities were, what he would and would not do for extra work - and asked his colleague to do the same.  They then worked through what they wanted to achieve on the project and what boundaries were necessary to use each other's time productively.  As a result, they were able to work on the essentials of the project to achieve it without the typical issues they often arise when different styles try to mesh without being conscious of where the boundaries are.

In the working world, these can sometimes look like Service Level Agreements (SLA):  what you should expect of me and what I should expect of you.

The great thing is that limits and boundaries, like with any habit, become easier to enforce and adhere to as they are practiced.

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Application:

I am not very good at setting boundaries - or at least, not very good at keeping them intact.

Being a person who is highly people pleasing oriented does not help.  I am forever trying to be helpful (making other people's problems my own), bad at setting boundaries (lest I anger or disappoint people), unwilling to admit I have deal-breakers (see above), and almost never set up social contracts (possibly because that involves revealing more than I care to about myself, or at least feeling that way).

In other words, I could pretty much work on any one of these four areas and be 100% in the game.

Of them, the deal-breaker seems the most interesting me - somewhat surprisingly. I am often aware of that small "pinch".  I had no idea it could be indicative of a larger issue.  And I am sure, if I thought about it at all, there would be several deal-breakers lying around in plain view.

Of everything in the "Eliminate" category, this seems to be the one I have made the least progress on.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

The Collapose CXCIII: Building Community

23 November 20XX+1

My Dear Lucilius:

Community is hard.

I have been spared the pains of trying to start a community from scratch for most of my life – and by “community” I mean any group which shares an interest or a cause. Most of the “communities” I belonged to were already in existence: I joined, did my part, and then eventually wandered away either by loss of interest or the benign neglect that comes from a society whose relationships are as much remote as they are in-person. In fact, by the time I moved here other than a few long distance friendships (including yours), I was largely “out” of circulation.

Which was fine by me. Given the death of my wife and my slow separation from so many others, not being actively involved in anything suited my position in life.

Now, of course, there is a need to have 50 odd people come together as a community.

On the bright side, the group that has coalesced has some positive aspects that many other groups do not have. They all know each other to a greater or lesser extent. They have all been in this area for some years (or more) and so many of the typical challenges are already known by them – and simply by living in this part of the world, they all have initiative and common sense.

The challenge, as it is manifesting itself, is learning to think as a community. It is easy to talk of community when it is an abstract concept; it is more difficult when your life depends on it.

It is surprising to me that it is a slow process. To me, given the fact that most of these folks have known each other far longer than I have been here and given the gravity of what faces us – not just an unknown Winter, but arguably an existential threat – I would have expected a smoother transition.

People understand the need. People even are willing to collaborate and work together. But there is still this sense of holding back, a sense that this is only a temporary arrangement at best. Another year, maybe two at the maximum. That this is not the end.

I nod my head. I sympathize and try to gently encourage the idea of planning for farther out, that there might still be value in assuming this might go on a bit longer than we expect and that we may very well have only ourselves and our direct neighbors to rely on.

Our direct neighbors. You may be wondering about the “other” group that is inhabiting Birch. So far, encounters have remained few and generally non-remarkable, if missing the cordiality that one used to pay one’s neighbors. There are perhaps 30 people in that group, somewhat mixed in among “us”, but also some concentration at one part of town – for which I am grateful. The less direct encounters, especially right now, the better off I suspect we all we be.

Young Xerxes asked me this week if I had any idea if the two groups would come together. I responded I had no idea if and when that could occur. The circumstances that would create that possibility are the sorts of external threats that would mean a host of other issues, most of which no-one here is currently equipped to deal with – the sort of human invaders we dealt with earlier this year but much closer or a natural event that was devastating in its impact. I told him the best I am hoping for is a separated and peaceful Winter and an early Spring that will put people into the mind of working on all the needful things – except despising each other.

He laughed at that. Spring has not come early for years, he said.

I sighed. A late Spring helps no-one, least of all someone trying to make sure everyone gets to the other side.

Probably time to check in with folks – again – about their situation. And starting thinking about what we can do between now and then for…everything, Lucilius. For everything.

Your Obedient Servant, Seneca


Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

2025 Switzerland/Germany: Walking Around Old Town Basel

Various and sundry things seen around Old Town Basel:


This is so "Europe" to me:


The Rhine:  We will see a bit more later:



A store specializing in pens, inks, and sealing wax and stamps.  Sadly, it was closed:



Fountain.  There were many fountains in Basel:






I am not sure if the number is a house number or a date:







Monday, June 23, 2025

Out Of My Character

 Yesterday I had the annoying incident of forgetting which day it was when I woke up.

There is nothing quite as annoying as not hearing an alarm you expected to go off sound, so you rush out of bed (trying to be quiet of course) and get out of the bedroom, only to realize it was one of your days off and you did not have to wake up for at least another hour.

On the one hand, of course, it speaks to a pretty well developed internal alarm that has one waking up with two minutes of the normal Monday - Friday wake up call. On the other hand, it does not say a great deal about one's life where one is (apparently) only used to a single day not working.

It is out of character.  And I do not like things that are out of character.

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I am, if nothing else, a creature of schedule and habit.  My morning schedule - at least the weekday one - has been the same for probably 10 years or more.  And my work habits in the morning are entirely predictable: arrive, get my 18 ounces of carbonated water from the machine, make my two 8 ounce pulls of decaffeinated coffee, put my lunch in the refrigerator, and make my morning rounds of my direct reports before I go down to prepare for the 0830 Monday-Friday morning meeting.

Evenings are much less predictable (to my endless frustration), but will include some combination of Iaijutsu, reading, writing, language, and rabbit time.  And some manner of eating dinner (which is far less formal and prepared when I am on my own).

Even weekends are more or less moderated, at least in the morning.  Until, apparently, they are not.

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Another incident that happened this weekend - again, to my surprise - was that I got uncharacteristically angry.

The context was the sort of discussion I do not usually have (a political/policy one). The tone was not angry - but internally, I was rather shocked to find how aggravated I felt about the event.  Even a day later, my almost visceral and immediate reaction was not like how I like to believe myself to be.

Out of character, one might say.

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"Out of character", in the strictest sense, in my mind harkens back to my brief high school foray into drama.  To be "out of character" was for the actor or actress to step out of the role that they were playing and become themselves to the audience - in a way, the breaking of the third.  The character of the drama is set aside, the "true" person emerges, if only for a moment.

It strikes me that this could be something as simple as a series of travel weekends and busy-ness at work and a rather pronounced lack of sleep over the last week.  Maybe.

Or maybe not.

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I feel like I am on the crust of something that is looming beneath the surface - ultimately, I think, for good, although the process of getting through it feels terrifying.  If I am fair to myself, I can make the point that this has been the sort of year (or a little over) that stretches one in ways that I have not had to deal with in the previous twenty.  It feels, almost, like a chrysalis or cocoon that I am in is about to break open, with unknown results:  sometimes you get a butterfly, sometimes you get a cicada.

There is a sense that I have been coasting on a manner of living and way of being for something like 15 to 20 years, a manner and way that is slowly ending both due to inertia as well as the fact that in some manner or fashion, some or much of that no longer "fits".

I am not a joyful creature of change.  And yet, I find myself being pushed more and more to the edge of my comfort zone, to the point that I sometimes feel like I will "fall off"  - to what end, I do not know.

I am hopeful that, no matter what, it will at least allow me to not panic about missed alarms at 0500.  But perhaps that, too, is part of my character, or the character to come.

Sunday, June 22, 2025

A Year Of Humility (XXIV): Words

 One of the things that coming up (effectively) from the individual contributor level to a managerial level creates, for better or worse, is the ability to see both sides of any work related equation.  This struck me in spades this past week in an issues meeting.

The nature of meeting itself is not important (and, sadly, falls into the "confidential work category" that I cannot discuss).  What I can discuss, and what is the outcome of the meeting, was the very clear and distinct line between those that were directly involved in the problem and those that were not.

Those that were involved had created a presentation describing the problem and the potential solutions. Those that were not are in theory to review the issues, make suggestions, and endorse a course of action.  At the end of meeting an action plan was endorsed - but the way that those who presented left feeling the meeting was hardly the sort of thing that any leader would have called a victory.

Why?  There was a very clear split in the meeting between people that did not have to deal with the problem and their proposed solutions and questions and those who were on the proverbial front lines that had to deal with the problem.  For one group is was a theoretical concept to be argued and picked apart; to the other, it was a problem that they needed a real solution to and were given anything but that until right at the end.

In the end, those involved left angry and hurt, feeling very much unheard and their work unappreciated.

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It probably feels like a bit of a stretch to link a work meeting to humility. And yet I have to ask myself, how often do I or have I considered how my words land on others?

Having been at one point in what one could only laughable call "executive management", I am well aware that having a position can impact how people hear your words.  Items I thought were ideas became requests. Anytime I asked for something, someone would immediately do it, even at the cost of the work that they were currently working on.

And I remember the other side as well, where a request was something that needed to be done immediately.  Where sometimes trying to convince someone of the problems I was facing as an individual operator was impossible as they had no frame or reference or appreciation for the challenges; "try harder" is no answer to someone that lacks the position to enforce or the resources to enable.

How many times have I missed what people were actually saying in my rush to appear wise or knowledgeable or managerial? How many times have I lacked the empathy - the humility - to look at things from the point of view of people trying to do the things or struggling with the issue?

Not enough, I fear.

An aspect of Humility, I would posit, is the ability to listen with empathy.  Sometimes the problem or issue needs to be solved - but if in our solution to solve it we leave those asking angry or hurt or bitter or feeling unheard, we have likely won the immediate battle but lost the longer war.

After all, people may forget what you say, but they will never forget how you make them feel.

Saturday, June 21, 2025

A The Cat Arrives


This week, A The Cat came to live with us in New Home 3.0.

He had been back at our house with Poppy The Brave and the guinea pig since my move.  He even had a new sister (A the Female cat) come to live with him. Life change rather dramatically though, when he got a new roommate - a young Jack Russell Terrier who was very interested in cats.

Suffice it to say that after a great deal of consideration, we all decided he would be happier if he was living here.

The apartment is about half the size of the house and he does not have a catio - but he does have supervised visits on the balcony and his stress level will, over time, be a lot less.

He is not used to the noise of traffic quite yet and still growls and hisses a bit, but he is become more accustomed to this place every day.

We are glad he is here.

Friday, June 20, 2025

Essentialism (XXII): Eliminate: Edit

 "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." - Michaelangelo

Of all the roles in film making, says McKeown, one of the most unknown and  underrated is that of the film editor.  It is a category in the Academy Awards, but almost no-one outside of the industry actual knows any of the names of film editors.  An interesting fact is that - since 1981 and as of the writing of the book in 2014 - not one film had won Best Picture which had not also been nominated for Best Film Editing.

The fact may not be obvious to us as viewers, except when one sees a much longer version of the film - a "Director's Cut" or some other edition.  If one is familiar with the released movie, one begins to appreciated the care and effort made to craft the whole movie:  things end up on the cutting room floor not just because of time, but because of the fact that it does not contribute to the whole of the movie.

Editing - defined by McKeown as "The strict elimination of the trivial, unimportant, or irrelevant"- is a core Essentialist trait.  It is a deliberate act performed to subtract which in turn adds to the whole, like a book editor who subtracts from the author's work in order to "add new life to the ideas, settings, plot, or characters".  As one editor defines it, "My job is to help the reader have clearest possible understanding of the most important message or takeaways."

By editing, we are forced to undertake that Essentialist task of making tradeoffs.  Instead of, like an author, having everything in the book, we have to decide what things will make it better.  It may mean killing characters, eliminating pages of written text, or even starting over - Steven Pressfield relates that his first draft of The Hot Gates was over 900 pages; the final version is around one-third of that.

How does the Essentialist get there?

1) Cut Out Options:   Editing involves cutting out anything that obscures the main message.  Cutting out options means consciously eliminating other potential decision trees - but that, suggests McKeown, is the essence of Essentialism.

McKeown makes the point that the Latin root of the word decision - cis, or cid - literally means "to cut" (thus words like scissors, homicide, fratricide, so deciding really is "cutting things out".  And by cutting things out, we make the remaining things more clear and give ourselves more time to concentrate on those things that "made the cut".

2) Condense:  For the writer, every word, every sentence, every scene should matter.  An editor is someone that is ruthless in making that happen:  Can one word be used in place of two?  As Alan D. Williams (an editor) observes "There are two basic questions to an author: What is it you want to say?, and Are you saying it as clearly and concisely as possible? "

At its heart, condensing means less waste, not doing more at once:  "Thus, to apply the principle of condensing to our lives we need to shift the ratio of activities to meaning.  We need to eliminate multiple meaningless activities and replace them with one meaningful activity."

3) Correct:  To correct simply means to make something right.  For an editor, it means understanding the overall thrust of a work;  a good editor, says Michael Kahn, does not always do what the author tells him to do, he does what he thinks the author really wants him to do. This, he says, helps him to make corrections that the author themselves might not even be able to verbalize.

It is the same for the Essentialist, says McKeown.  By making course corrections to come back to our core purpose - once we understand and have established it - we can compare our activities and actions to our real intent, and change if necessary..

4) Edit Less:  A great editor, McKeown states, does not just edit. They also understand when not to edit, to leave certain things as they are although they may violate the "rules" or intent of the work - because they see the work as a whole. They have the ability to show restraint.

In a similar vein, the Essentialist as the editor of their lives needs to practice the same sort of restraint.  It is not always necessary to immediately step in - here McKeown uses the examples of the e-mail thread where our first temptation may be to jump in first and hit "reply all" or being in a meeting and always insisting on giving our opinion.  Instead, we can wait, watch, observe, see how things develop.  Sometimes doing less is really doing more.

The Non-essentialist struggles with the idea of editing, seeing it as something to do only when everything else has become overwhelming. This is precisely the wrong time to do such things, as it may entail major changes or cuts not of our own making. Better, suggests McKeown, to follow the path of  the Essentialist, to edit our activities along the way in order to make periodic and deliberate adjustments.  Make this a habit, he says, and the process of "the main thing being the main" thing in our lives will become a cadence which is natural and unforced.

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Application:

I am at best a lousy editor.

Sitting down and generating content is not a huge issue for me. Editing that same content often seems like a task I cannot complete.

If you were to ask me why, the answer I would give you is that it is boring, non-creative, and does not result in noticeable changes.  But if I am honest, those are all cop-outs.  The real reason is that I am lazy about it - so it should not be a surprise that I struggle with editing my life as well.

If I look at what McKeown has written, I suspect my biggest challenges are 1) I too often do not understand what the actual message is supposed to be (versus what I make it to be; and 2) Inability to cut options (which, as long-time readers know, I have struggled with immensely).

I do note that editing also takes time, which means that one has to plan one's finished product accordingly - for example, if I want to edit a post, likely I need to start writing them far more in advance than I do (which I really should be doing, to be fair).  Likewise in life, I need to see things out a bit further in order to start the editing to get there now.

I am not perfect at this- but I am far better than I was two years ago.

Thursday, June 19, 2025

The Collapse CXCII: An Apology

 20 November 20XX+1

My Dear Lucilius:

I lack excuses for not writing you.

I could come up with “reasons”: The rabbits ate my power cord (except there is no power). We had more snow (but I am effectively bound here anyway). I threw out my back getting out bed (thankfully, not the case).

The reality is I do not enjoy writing about things because writing reminds me of them.

You may remember a time perhaps 50 years ago or more now when we sat up late (as teenage boys will do), speculating on the end of the world. What would happen? Who would we “let in” to our world? Would it be a Road Warrior Apocalypse or something equally laden with black leather and spikes with roving motorcycle bands making war against resource settlements armed with flamethrowers and fuel? Amusing enough and – given the day – better than the alternative visions offered up by things like “Threads” and “The Day After”.

The actual events have been a great deal different, of course. One could argue the lack of spikes and leather make for a slightly less fashionable sort of event, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

Has anything changed in the intervening weeks? No. The Winter is still here. The sides that have been established have only hardened themselves in resolution; the only positive outcome is – thanks to the weather – people do not have the energy or willingness to engage in much other than staying warm and surviving. Once upon a time campaign season used to be during weather that did not require additional efforts to stay warm and fed; such times may be on us again.

Perhaps the most exhausting thing has simply been people.

I can confess this to you Lucilius; you are far removed from this situation and know none of the individuals involved. What I find myself being reminded of – repeatedly – is how draining the position of leadership is.

It has been years since I have been “in charge” of anyone; managing people in my career was more of something that happened, not something I sought out. But simply being in the position of “leader” puts you in a position of being seen as a decision maker and resource, even if neither of the items are actually true.

And so, people are present.

I have made an effort to go out every day and see at least some portion of what constitutes this community. And while people are gracious and down to earth – thankfully, no fast talkers or false speakers here – they have...all kinds of inputs. Questions. Requests. Suggestions (many suggestions). Even at least one person with thoughts about how I am doing a less than stellar job.

It is exhausting.

My “family – I put that it quotes, but I have to acknowledge the fact that this is what they really are – have been spectacular. Young Xerxes and Stateira have fielded many questions and concerns both during our visits and even when I am not there. Pompeia Paulina – even in the last week – has sent more than one wisdom speaker at the door on their way with the admonition that I needed my time as well.

I am grateful for all of this, Lucilius. I find myself barely able to think, let alone plan. And planning, it strikes me, is the one thing I a “leader” (still in quotes; I find ridiculous I am considered one) should be about.

There is an old saying that states that one should never offer leadership to someone that craves it. The fact that it is true is no comfort to me as I sit here, staring at another flurry of snow with the remnants of an after dinner tea in my hand in the gathering darkness that is all too early.

At least Mad Max had a V8 Interceptor.

Your Obedient Servant, Seneca

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

2025 Switzerland/Germany: Elisabethenkirche

 The Elisabethenkirche (Church of St. Elizabeth) was built in the mid-1800s (A.D. 1848-1857).  It is interesting in that it was the first church built in Basel since the Protestant Reformation.



The church is considered a model of the Swiss Gothic Revival style.




Dietrich Bonhoffer.  I was a little surprised at this.