Author: Will Cox
Psalm 62
1 On God alone my soul in stillness waits; ♦from him comes my salvation.2 He alone is my rock and my salvation, ♦my stronghold, so that I shall never be...
The Wide Wonderful Web
Someone I follow on Twitter shared Elizabeth Kingston’s discovery of sea chanty TikTok and I fell down an audio rabbit hole because TikTok has a handy fea...
Breadcrumbs
Who recommended 📚The Samurai’s Garden (1994)? I requested the book from the library and started reading it because I had found the Wikipedia page topmost ...
Excuses
It is not at all possible for me to make my bed today.
The Unread
When the pages in the calendar turn, I take some time to revisit the accumulations with which I clutter my days. It’s not you; it’s me. And time.
Cooking the Books
It is the Constitutional responsibility of the Census Bureau to count. That does NOT mean build a website then mail a letter and a postcard, or otherwise advert...
How Do We Sleep While Our Beds Are Burning?
A hazy morning today, like yesterday, here in New York, on the eastern coast of North America. The smoke from the wildfires along the western coast of North Ame...
How Much Greed is Good?
Paul Graham believes a wealth tax would act as a disincentive. He’s since revised his post several times to remove some indignation. But I’m surprised Mr. Graha...
Graham Greene on Bullshit Jobs
“It’s a living,” she said. “It’s not a real living. All this spying. Spying on what? Secret agents discovering what everybody knows already…” “Or just mak...
Collateral Damage
I stopped the car in the shade next to the pile of rocks. My son, selecting rocks carefully from the pile for his flower gardens, noticed a bat there, crushed, ...
The Days Grow Short
Lily is an old cat now: fifteen years. Her littermate brother gone this past year and a half. She eats little and sleeps much. It seems an uncomfortable sleep, ...
Earplugs Removed
I turned off the air-conditioner and opened the windows letting in the air and sounds from outside. The day grew warmer and the house grew hotter, until at nigh...
The War of All Against All
Across the street from where No. 1 Daughter lives, two dogs sat in a closed car. They barked at her when she left for work. They barked at her when she came hom...
Knowing One’s Place
My youngest (12) asked, out of the blue, why do some people want a monarchy when they can’t be the king? I’m not sure. Maybe we should ask the British. I ...
The Sacred Forests of Ethiopia
Here is a sad and hopeful story of the church forests of Ethiopia. The land outside the church forest looks like desolation to me. So stark. Where’s the g...