delicate predators

Random curation.
Check out my photo blog instead: the coldest winter was

Of course I heard about this at the time, but I finally got around to listening to the song. And it blew me away.

If You Ever Come to Western Nebraska

I’ve been to Nebraska and I loved it.

The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit

"I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."

My favorite Hannibal bit.

Catching up on stuff from two years ago.

In larger scale societies, we are accustomed to diversity of belief, we even applaud ourselves for our tolerance, not recognizing that a society not bound together by a single powerful belief is not a society at all, but a political association of individuals held together only by the presence of law and force, the very existence of which is a violence.

—Colin Turnbull