Organic/Mechanic

Tolkien would be horrified, but not surprised, to learn that key aspects of his world have been bent, as the Orcs were fashioned by Morgoth, to serve purposes antithetical to the grand scope of all that Middle-earth stood for.

The most broadly useful takeaway from this post is the picture of the styrofoam coffee cup freshness semaphore.

A lesson on creating generational genetic trauma.

I vibe-coded a process that scrapes my personal Spotify playlists, loads the songs into a CSV, and then searches for songs on the list using SLSKD.

I updated the projects section with some stuff that’s been done for a bit (mostly 2025).

Summer visited me while I was dreaming.

I am with a group of people planning to join a crowd for Midsummer; one of the women there calls me out before we leave for not having a spirit guide with me.

I listened to the In Our Time episode on Kali today while making a breakfast casserole.

I have carried a handkerchief since I was a small child because I have always had mild to moderate broad spectrum environmental allergies.

I just spent a few days in Puerto Rico; I might make it a habit to go somewhere warm around Valentine’s Day.

Last October I took a long weekend and visited a few archeological sites around Southern Ohio.

The Wolf Moon was a few days ago, and around that time I received two unsolicited text messages from different women.

It was probably about a year ago that I went to a scrying workshop and a few divination club meetings and felt wildly out of place.

There’s a new page that acts as a catalog of all the block prints, zines, votives, and collages I’ve made over the last few years, and will be added to as I make other dumb shit in the future.

It’s been almost two years, but I still think about my visit to Mike’s Famous Ham Place in Detroit.

A few months ago I went to the Buckland Museum of Witchcraft and Magick to get spirit photographs taken by Julie K.

All the shit that I posted on Instagram that’s worth recording will be appearing at some point on here; probably on another page.

I have had three special meals in the last couple of years, but only two really count.

Ye olde gravel knee has been acting up lately after 23 years, and the pain is an approximately exact match for what rehabilitation felt like back then; using bike pedals to slowly tear my knee into movement.

I took the day off on 8 April 2024 and rejected all offers for companionship for the eclipse.