The most recent issue of the Red Hand Files offers some fascinating food for thought, and the last paragraph moved me to tears:

Some mornings, it can be immensely helpful to sleep an extra 45 minutes, throw on sweatpants, make a pot of coffee, and spend a few hours pouring over the Oedipus Rex.

This morning’s poem, courtesy of Poem-a-Day.

Texas fall weather is always a wild ride.

Well, hello there unexpected thunderstorm.

I am feeling a sudden (and inconveniently-timed) urge to re-watch The Princess Bride and re-read The Tombs of Atuan…

This is going to be a rather exhausting week, and I’m a firm believer in studying enough but not too much, so I’m probably only going to work for another 3 hours or so and then just relax.

A rested brain is a more effective brain.

Sometimes I just have to take a step back and appreciate when systems+habits that I’ve deliberately built and cultivated work exactly as I’d hoped they would.

I’ve hit the point on most (all?) of my current research projects – mostly papers – where my thinking and ideas are well formulated enough that it’s time for me to move into possibly my favorite phase: taking copious quantities of notes on an absurd number of sources.

Guess it’s time to do a deep dive into tetrarchic dynastic politics and relations instead of reading Eclogue 9.

I am very awake right now.

screenshot of weather app showing intense rain moving into the area over the next few hours -- it's 3:20am

Definitely looking forward to getting home for the day so I can relax with a bit of poetry.

Listening to the Longform Podcast episode with Jenny Odell – definitely recommended. Her 2017 talk on doing nothing is still very timely:…

I find myself wishing for a rainy, blustery weekend. Perhaps in a month or two.

It’s 6:45pm, and I only have an hours-worth of focus/energy left for the day, so I’m going to gloss some vocab before going to bed at 8:30.

Rapidly approaching the point where I’ll finally be caught up on Stand Still, Stay Silent, so of course I’m already going back through old saved links to find my next webcomic to peruse slowly.

Time to rewatch Into the Spider-verse and crank through some more bibliography revisions.

On my lunch break, crying quietly over a short story about a robot librarian:…

What if I just check out a bunch of Mary Oliver’s poetry collections from the library?

I just need to be productive for 4 out of the next 5 hours, and then I can have a bit of downtime.

In the meantime, there’s a cat sitting on my lap and Zoë Keating playing in the background, so the morning’s not all bad.


pumpkins and gourds in an exterior display at the market

I think I’m due for a rewatch of Over the Garden Wall at some point in the next month and a half. ‘Tis the season, after all.

I do enjoy the quiet and solitude of a neighborhood run early on a Saturday morning.