mice bread

 mice bread

"Oh that's just mice bread."

Mice bread is a phrase I just made up where you give up something that is relatively small to you to keep a potentially chaotic situation in check. As if leaving out a small piece of bread would appease mice you have in your house and keep them from getting into your other food. Which obviously wouldn't work. Mice won't stop at free bread. They have ambition. 

So maybe that's part of the phrase too. You think you have the upper hand in the situation but really it's going to escalate way faster than you're prepared for.

Mice bread.

I don't know man that seems like a mice bread situation. 

brewers and rays tied at the end of the 6th in game 4 of the world series

I'm almost a baseball fan now.

I like the Brewers.

They're one game away from sweeping the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.

Last game they beat the Rays 10 to NOTHING.

Jacob Misiorowski is a very tall man who throws the ball very hard.

He throws the ball harder than any starting pitcher in the history of baseball.

Misiorowski threw over a thousand pitches faster than 100 mph this year.

The old record was 673.

However you think 'Misiorowski' is pronounced is probably not how it's pronounced.

I famously said in 2022 "Ooo wow the big tall man threw the ball hard -- we're so impressed"

But in 2026--we are impressed.

This is nothing.

We're trying this thing out on the competition team where we have the kids reflect and journal and we don't read what they write it's completely private but I really believe that it's important and I hope the kids are engaging with it and then I remember when I was given the same task in 9th grade and all I ever wrote about was how dumb I thought literary analysis was and that it was all a bunch of nonsense. And look how I turned out. So, trust the process I guess.

stay with me now

Not taking anything seriously is worshiping at the altar of Nihilism.

The most powerful god is the god of apathy and indifference.

When I tell a small child

that climb didn't count

you used a blue hold on an orange climb

you have done nothing

you have accomplished nothing

and if you continue down this path

any memory of your name

will shrivel into dust so fine

it will be but a mote on a speck

on a granule of sand

in some unknown corner

in the unending hall of eternity.

I'm affirming their existence

way more than any "chill" coach ever could.

driving on the highways of northern Virginia. a rant in the style of Werner Herzog

 Within 5 minutes of merging onto Interstate 66 East, I see 4 different cars in recklessly weaving through traffic. The engines howl like demons as they cut in at the last possible second from the merge lane and then streak across three lanes in a stimulant-addled burst. One imagines that if we were collectively able to register the emotions of the drivers around us, we might be able to summon a consensus of disapproval at this needless endangerment of lives. But, we are like so many faceless blood cells churning through these veins and arteries and the answer is made for us that everything happening is fine. What the automobile transforms us into is horrific. A cold, unfeeling machine in glossy neutral hues. So many decisions are made for me simply by driving. 

In a way, the cars that run amok are a kind of anti-hero. The victory of this infrastructure is so complete, so thorough, that it is choked with overabundance and must yearn for death. Your life takes place in an automobile here. And it is already ordained that the life in an automobile exists only to turn the gears of a monument and machine built of, for, and by Moloch. And so, the humble ricer becomes the merciful angel of death --to shepherd you away from your fallen state. 

the word 'traction' doesn't get enough credit for how it sounds like what it is

I gotta drink more water. I just do.

Also I think I might be cursed.

Normally when my plant looks thirsty I pour water on it and then that water collects in a little dish under the flowerpot. It normally looks mostly clear.

Today I poured water on the plant and the dish overflowed and the water was black and smelled like death.

Is that bad? 

I read once that if you're working on something like writing a story or working on any sort of project that you shouldn't tell people about it before it's done because it turns out that telling people you're doing something triggers the same feeling as actually having done the thing and then you will lose motivation to finish it. You'll feel like you've already done it.

Bees are great little animals. They really are. And not just honey bees. Although honey bees are pretty cool. Complex social structure. Cool defense. They make a product. They visit flowers. How can you not love a bee? 

Oh well what if I'm deathly allergic?

Hmmm sounds like you better start respecting bees then.

If peanut butter could kill me I wouldn't go around telling people I hate it.

No but I love bees. You know what the genus is for bumblebees? BOMBUS.

Bombus.

It's so great that we live in a world with bees in it.

Animals in the same tier as bees:

frogs newts and salamanders

goldfinches

Can you believe the song Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello has been out since 1999 and I'm just now hearing about it in the year of our lord 2026? Just think about all the other things I don't know about. Worlds I haven't discovered. Much to consider. Much to consider.