The freedom to ride

On horseback was just about the only time my woman forebears experienced something a little like freedom; a break from thirty loaves of bread a week and a thousand other chores. I thank my grandparents for raising my mOm so that she got horses and the freedom that comes from study.

Roberta on Melody Maid, 1949. south end of barnyard; the circular water trough is downslope and right.


There’s Granny Rivett, possibly the sweetest person I will ever have known personally. I loved her so much and she was so unfailingly kind and practical; I could only wish to be more like her.

She’s been gone a while, but she isn’t gone when I use her silverware, serve Alex cocoa in one of her teacups, unjam my breadmaker with her gravy spoon…. she’s right there….


Pop at the London Ont house

There were a pair of chairs that we brought to London from Ottawa. They were nasty red velvet upholstery and quite beat up, but the fOlks liked them so they were reupholstered, as seen. pOp is sitting under a lithograph of a woman ‘petit maman’ who looks like she might be a retired sex worker, and facing her is a brass rubbing of a grand lady that our friend Elizabeth made during a trip to the UK. That’s the door to Jeff’s room (aka the games room) behind him.

Lest we forget


Sue Gillespie

You just can’t tell how much you’re going to love someone the first time you meet them. She was a remarkable person; funny, hospitable and a true lover of bassett hounds. When I want a laugh, I think of how, had she been spared, we would have argued for hours about what Peter Jackson got right and wrong with his LOTR movies. How I would love to sit across from her at Tak Sun – which is still open in London – one more time in the dim light, slurping back dim sum.

a through line from the Brother’s War


[T]he greatest efforts made by the defeated insurgents since the close of the war have been to promulgate the idea that the cause of liberty, justice, humanity, equality, and all the calendar of the virtues of freedom, suffered violence and wrong when the effort for southern independence failed. This is, of course, intended as a species of political cant, whereby the crime of treason might be covered with a counterfeit varnish of patriotism, so that the precipitators of the rebellion might go down in history hand in hand with the defenders of the government, thus wiping out with their own hands their own stains; a species of self-forgiveness amazing in its effrontery, when it is considered that life and property–justly forfeited by the laws of the country, of war, and of nations, through the magnanimity of the government and people–was not exacted from them.

screenshot of parlor post made by Proud Boys USA lamenting themselves proving to be much weaker than soy beta cuck communists who for months on end "managed to take on and beat whole armies of cops (and proud boys)".

Proud Boys on Parler (above typed out)

Extremely embarrassing to spend months mocking antifa and licking cop boot only to go out there and get absolutely rinsed by cops who were barely even trying. Weak stuff. Those teenage commies managed to take on and beat whole armies of cops (and proud boys) and they’re all skinny wimp soyboy betas, but we got scrubbed like it was nothing. And all for the sake of some rich oranage pedophile who doesn’t give a shit about any of us? Sad.

2021 – the year of living ancestorily

So for 2021, this blog is going to change up a bit. There will be at least one drafted post that goes live every day. (I’ve started pre-posting awready.)  The hope is that I will put together useful or historical facts or just … information that’s easy to find arranged by subject PLUS post a song every day.

Now this involves many different KINDS of posts; some will be PDF’s, some MP3s, some videos, but there will be a song a day. I thought about posting it to youtube, but…. it’s a toxic waste dump that I have virtually no control over. And yes, some of the song posts will be from previous posts, but there will be a particular category: Song a Day 2021

And then, if I have the energy, I’ll write about laundry and cooking and grandson goo and boring domestic shit and progress on my writing projects — that none care about but me.

The point is that I am going to highlight my lifetime of achievement because I’m tired of always thinking to myself that I haven’t accomplished anything in my life. Taken all together, why yes I have. I was autistic and had ADD and mental health issues the whole time, too.

I’m considering password protecting my content or at least some of it, and I’m considering moving the blog to a VPS, after non-definitive discussion with Jeff.

I’m also thinking about money and immortality, a lot, but it’s nothing bad. I just want to eat steak for a thousand years while I drink beer and write nasty shit about misogynist slurs like Jordan Peterson.

By the way mOm the cat poets are Lu You and Liu Zhongyin

Not going outside