Max Wrenna

07 Jan 2026 [trigger warning: death, animal suffering, vegetarianism] I always said that if we were going to have chickens, we needed to treat them as a source of food, not pets.

17 Oct 2025 I end up with a lot of papers still.

14 Oct 2025 An update on the mini home retreat I did last Sunday.

10 Oct 2025 I struggle to use youtube on my phone sensibly.

09 Oct 2025 In the bearblog settings there is an ‘Export all blog data’ which provides a csv dump of all posts and metadata, which is lovely, but I wanted a markdown file version with any images also backed up locally, because it’s always the images that…

08 Oct 2025 Update: how it went My morning sits have been feeling a bit flaccid, like I need a big uninterrupted block of meditation to get back on track.

06 Oct 2025 It’s your third night back wearing meat, and symptoms are setting in.

02 Oct 2025 On the eve of Taylor’s next album release, I am reminded how nice it is to like things.

30 Sep 2025 I enjoy saunas, I enjoy steam rooms.

28 Sep 2025 “Are you winning son?”

28 Mar 2024 Dwennon burst through the door to his chambers and slammed it behind him, waking the servant boy.

05 Mar 2024 (the AI appears to you like Will Wheaton) Hi Max!

27 Sep 2023 Winston was dreaming.

05 Sep 2023 Charity was five and a half.

09 May 2023 Brother Compassion stood in front of the most central and holy of the temple buildings and fretted with his robes.

01 May 2023 So you’re writing in a Starbucks when a woman gets up and starts screaming, and everyone looks at her, then they follow her eyes out the window, and more people start screaming, and now everyone’s shouting over each other and you can’t make out