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I garden in the Mojave. Desert rat by birth and choice.

Being on Nostr reminds me of what attracted me to Bitcoin in the first place.

Thinking of Nostr as a payments app blows my mind. The opportunities here for creators and makers is insane. #nostr #grownostr

Knight costume was a success at drop off!

I need to sow mustard seeds in flats today and order more cool season seeds (going to try fava beans) for what I hope is a long and productive cool growing season here in the desert.

I just finished making a knight costume, out of cardboard and duct tape, for my son. He has a readathon tomorrow. The theme is Renaissance. It was a great way to procrastinate my writing and it turned out pretty cool. He, at least, loves it.

Replying to Avatar Logan

Gonna be an awesome convo. One angle I think about a lot:

Don DeLillo described the Kennedy assassination as “the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century.”

And he did so because after that Americans lost conviction in capital-T Truth, in a fundamental coherence of the universe. After all if we can’t even determine who committed the most famous murder since Franz Ferdinand, if we have to fall back on “magic bullet” theories, does anything mean anything? Is there something behind the curtain?

This, coupled with Vietnam, creates the perfect backdrop for the intellectual revolution that is postmodernism and all its tributaries and outgrowths.

Postmodernism takes over college campuses. Critical theorists like Derrida and Foucault and de Man become rockstars. Academia becomes almost a competitive game to see who can formulate the most radical understanding of the world.

We go off gold in 1971, and inflation ensues. For the next 50 years everything gets more expensive, especially higher education. So at the same time post-structuralists and post-colonialists et al are saturating the academy, the number of folks who can actually afford to go to the academy is decreasing.

So now we have elite schools increasingly captured by what is essentially an evolved viral (almost Darwinian) Marxism, teaching increasingly wealthy and well-connected kids. This is where we are now. With the country’s most affluent, privileged, educated kids becoming the most politically radical, and it’s all occurring in a way and in places more and more detached from the lived reality of normal people. And these kids of course grow up to take powerful positions in society (because they’re wealthy and well connected).

So a schism between “the Left” and the constituents it purports to care most about, “the working class,” emerges and grows.

Most regular people are basically just like what the actual fuck are you guys talking about.

And so the Left becomes utterly detached from its target demographic and becomes instead like an eternal regress of theoretical nonsense.

Like the bird in an early David Foster Wallace story (the title escapes me at the moment) that flies in increasingly narrower circles until it actually flies up its own ass.

Voila here we are. nostr:note1vysmayhv5xa3hsj42vfs8jt0ze6kzf7vqpqn766yy0yrlk63vjnq8t05lw

A lot of today’s conversations remind me of grad seminar discussions in the late aughts, early teens and I think to myself: oh god, the thoughts escaped into the wild!

I was fortunate to be trained by a crusty, free speech-lovin, old school Marxist (pre-new left in thought and practically age).

I do think Marcuse was basically right though—the critique of media and culture.

But the left went off the rails somewhere between new left and deconstructionism/what-will-you.

The right, in my view, has really taken up the mantle of post-structuralism in ways that are very serious (in contrast to the playfulness of the left) and frankly concerning (again, in contrast to the playfulness and almost sexiness of the left before it got too caught up with ellipsis).

Compass barrel cactus at the botanical gardens I started volunteering at recently. The flowers remind me of strawflower—they have that same papery look to them. That look tells you something about the provenance of this cactus: hot and dry. Many temperate and tropical cacti have the big, blousy flowers that are more delicate and only last usually an evening. Something much more rugged about these flowers. #nature #flowerstr

The former public relations pro in me insists you say “nearly 4”. But it really is! Wow.

Hiked a cool limestone slot canyon this morning. #nature

Me too. Learned about it from a JD Salinger novel.

I can’t remember where I read it—I think in one of the many popular happiness books that were published over the last decade—but the author talked about how reading novels puts your mind in a similar state as traditional meditation. I like the idea of reading novels as a serious meditative practice; it’s one I regularly engage in!

Those dahlias. Wow! Zinnias look great too.

It’s the only way to make collard greens edible! That looks delicious :)

Replying to Avatar Logan

On Tim Walz and his repeated digs at J.D. Vance for getting an education and making some money:

I was born and raised in a small rural town near the Appalachian Mountains, 2 hrs from the nearest major city. Still work in this town today.

My father was born and raised in an even smaller town, even more rural town with a population under 2,000.

I have three degrees from three elite institutions because my folks believed in aspiring to education, that it opened doors, created opportunities, and allowed you to experience more of the world. They instilled that in me.

I am a cocktail of my upbringing and my education.

I shoot guns, and I quote Shakespeare.

I eat venison, and I think about Dostoyevsky.

I am comfortable in both Waylon Jennings and Mozart, Steve Earle and Alice Coltrane.

I can cite Luke Combs and Lou Reed, wax poetic about Top Gun and Le Mepris.

I buy food (and milk) from farmers.

I am an attorney, yes, and my J.D. is from an elite institution. I represent the blue-collar folks of my hometown.

I am neither a supremacist, nor a relativist.

I am a dad and a husband.

I am a #bitcoin er

All my life I have had one foot in the ethos and spirit of my rural hometown and the other in the rarefied echelons of the elitely educated, the financially successful, and the well-connected. It's not always comfortable.

All my life I have climbed, my folks sacrificed and pushed me to climb and to aspire. "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield," to quote Tennyson (see, I told you I can do that).

And all my life I have kept my upbringing close to me, because it is a part of me. I don't shed my lived experience, nor do I forfeit its imprint, its impact, simply because I pursued the best education and got a professional job. The validity of my experience does not expire upon achievement.

So when Tim Walz repeatedly attempts to invalidate J.D. Vance’s upbringing, to cast him as some inherently callous, rich interloper, out of touch with the "heartland" simply because he pursued the best education he could and made some money, it bothers me on a deep, personal level.

In the Walz taxonomy, which is binary, but only binary for non-Democrats apparently, financial success or an Ivy-League education, automatically and irrevocably renders one out of touch with "regular" people. Further, aspirations to these things are no longer to be applauded; they're punchlines in campaign speeches.

Never mind the financial success and education of the Obamas, the Clintons, Kamala Harris, Oprah, etc. This does not invalidate their respective experiences, the journeys they each took to get there.

Only if you're J.D. Vance does success actually make you a charlatan to yourself, an interloper in your own life, an enemy to your past.

It's not right. We should be applauding folks, no matter their race or political affiliation, for aspiring, for traversing the brutal terrain of class, region and familial afflictions and making it.

You may agree or disagree with J.D. on the issues, of course. That's perfectly fine.

But dismissing him simply because he managed to go to Yale (like so many Dems, by the way, who readily purport to be regular, working class heroes), or because he majored in philosophy, or because he eventually worked in finance and made some money, is craven, disingenuous, breathtakingly lacking in self-awareness, and offensive to anyone who has actually grown up in the "heartland," myself included.

Like so many other Americans, I contain multitudes, Tim Walz, but your taxonomy apparently doesn't allow that.

Walz’s rhetoric is broadly populist in character. Both parties are populist now—and populism as a movement has always been something of an “empty signifier” that can be filled with any old ideology. But Walz is also making an argument about betrayal, which is how I read it. It’s not (just) that Vance got rich and educated, but that he betrayed his upbringing and own ideals in the process. He didn’t “go back home” so to speak; that’s his sin. But the populist rhetoric comes through clearer and is more salient right now.

I might contract carob lung from all the dust, but it’s done. Over 2 pounds of carob powder. Not bad.

I tried it first in a food processor. Not good. But it worked great in the blender. I then sifted. I should probably sift again, but since I’m using this for baking and smoothies it’ll probably work just fine!

I learned recently that locust was the name for carob pods in the olden times, so when it says that John the Baptist ate locusts and wild honey, he was not eating grasshoppers, but carob pods!

#gardenstr #foodstr #nature

Family pizza night! We’ve been making pizza every Wednesday since forever. It has changed some as our palates have changed. Right now we are going through a whole grains phase, so we add rye or whole wheat to the dough.

My mom is staying with us and brought two shoeboxes full of garden veg: multiple tomato varieties, zucchini, eggplant, among them. All excellent on pizza :) #foodstr #gardenstr