The mysterious source from which spiritual and physical longings arise ask me to become pure vulnerable openness. No caving in. No fighting the feeling. They both invite me to nakedness in body and soul. The longer I practice a healthy, consensual vulnerability in spirit and body, the greater and finer is my awareness of the intimacy they open me to.

I can go along my day, feel an attraction to people, and connect that desire to the openness in my heart that takes me to God’s loving presence. In that moment, I feel my quiet desire open into a loving embrace that includes not just that person but the ground I’m standing on, the trees waving in wind, and thundering clouds raining down on us.

As I continue my journey I am not trembling from the thunder but feeling its vibrations. I am not cowering from the rain but enjoying its rhythm. I am not judging my desires but connecting them to my yearning for God.

In Summary: * This Saturday found me completing another three hours of yard work, again with the weed eater and edging tool, again on the front yard, and again following my usual pattern of working for a bit, then resting for a bit. And again, just that little bit of work really wiped me out.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 229.83 lbs. * bp= 136/83 (80)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates

Diet: * 06:45 – 1 banana * 07:00 – pizza * 10:50 – fresh melon chunks * 11:30 – sausages, stuffed omelet

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:55 – bank accounts activity monitored. * 05:15 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, nap * 10:00 -13:15 – yard work, mostly using the weed eater and the edging tool on the front yard * 14:00 – listening to relaxing music, napping * 15:20 – tuned into my MLB game of the day, Rangers vs Braves * 18:06 – and the Rangers win this one, 7 to 6.

Chess: * 18:26 – moved in all pending CC games, winning one with a Queen-pawn combination checkmate

The other day I kept hearing the same story.

“They won’t answer the door.”

The nurses had warned me. I even tried to meet someone there so I wouldn’t walk in alone. It isn’t the best part of town, and I’ll leave it at that. Some stories belong to the people who lived them.

I ended up going alone.

They answered the door.

The air conditioner was humming. I sat on the couch with cold air blowing across my shoulders, and for the next hour I had one of the sweetest conversations I’ve had in hospice.

At one point something hit the floor.

The hospice patient looked down, embarrassed.

“Oh, we’ll clean that.”

The floor was dirty.

Who cares?

This family has been through more pain than most people survive. Too many people under one roof. Too many battles. Too many scars. You don’t judge a battlefield because it’s covered in dust.

Then she disappeared into another room.

When she came back, she was grinning.

She carried a giant plastic bag like she’d just won the lottery.

“You see this?” she said. “I made it.”

Out came a king-sized afghan.

At first I saw red, white, and blue.

Then pink.

Then yellow.

Then every color under the sun.

It reminded me of my grandma. She never asked permission from a color wheel. Pastels. Bright colors. Combinations that looked wild until you stood back and realized they were beautiful.

This lady had done the same thing.

And she’s on hospice.

I looked at every stitch.

My grandma taught me how to spot good crochet. The loops should stay the same size from beginning to end.

These did.

Every.

Single.

One.

Perfect.

I told her, “You ought to be proud of this.”

She beamed.

Her daughter crochets, too—caps and smaller projects. We talked about the little hats volunteers make for children at St. Jude so kids losing their hair to chemotherapy have something warm and beautiful to wear. My own son has fought cancer for years. That conversation landed close to home.

Then I told her something I hope she never forgets.

“Keep crocheting. Every stitch is exercise for your hands, your eyes, and your mind.”

Here’s what you don’t know.

She has dementia.

Some days she asks, “When are we going to Mom’s house?”

Her mother has been gone for years.

You don’t answer that with a hammer.

You answer it with grace.

“Oh… she doesn’t live there anymore.”

I learned that lesson the hard way with my own mother. One day I told her Grandma had died.

She looked at me, stunned.

“She is?”

Then she cried as if she’d just heard the news for the first time.

I’ll never forget it.

So when I watched this woman—with dementia—sit there holding a king-sized afghan she had crocheted with her own hands…

I wasn’t looking at yarn.

I was looking at victory.

People see a blanket.

I see determination.

I see dignity.

I see a mind still fighting.

I see a woman refusing to let disease write the last chapter.

That afghan wasn’t just thread woven together.

It was courage.

It was memory.

It was proof that even when life begins taking things away… God can still leave enough strength in your hands to make something beautiful.

I told her she should be proud.

And I hope you are too.

You’ll probably never meet her.

You’ll never know her name.

That’s okay.

Just know this:

In a little house most people would drive past without a second glance… a woman on hospice quietly created something beautiful.

And for one afternoon…

She reminded a hospice chaplain what a miracle looks like.

Praise the Lord.

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I moderate the Reddit community r/UFOs, one of the largest online UFO communities It produces a constant stream of sighting reports. That stream is the best and worst thing about the subreddit. On a good night someone uploads clear footage of something that resists explanation, three other people in the same county chime in, and you remember why you volunteered for this. On a normal night it is a blurry dot filmed through a window screen, titled “WHAT IS THIS ORB??”, posted by someone who has never heard of Starlink.

A few months ago we ran a thread asking the community how to improve the sub. One comment stuck with me:

A lot of the sighting posts here are easily explainable as balloons, clouds, out-of-focus drones and aircraft, or Venus/Jupiter. It does get old after a while. I don't know what the solution is, maybe require sighting posts to include why they're not those things somehow.

That comment became a spec. The result is ufosighting.report, a permanent, searchable, media-backed archive of the community's sightings, plus a submission pipeline designed to raise the floor on report quality. This post is the longer story behind it: what it does, what the data revealed once I could see it in aggregate, and some notes on how it is built.

The quiet problem: sightings rot

Before the quality problem, there is a preservation problem that most people never notice.

Reddit is a terrible archive. Users delete their accounts and take their posts with them. Posts get removed. And even threads that survive slowly decay, because Reddit re-encodes uploaded media aggressively and old media links eventually stop resolving. Some of the most interesting sighting reports from even two years ago are now text skeletons with dead video embeds. If any of this material ever turns out to matter, it will matter as a body of evidence, and bodies of evidence should not depend on whether a stranger keeps their Reddit account.

So the first job of the site is boring and important: every post flaired “Sighting” on r/UFOs is ingested automatically, media and all. The video files, the images, the top comments, the original text. Around 8,000 sightings going back to early 2024 are already in, and new ones arrive within minutes of being posted. If the author later deletes their post, the archive keeps it, clearly labeled with what happened to the original. Reports that our own mod team removed for breaking the rules stay stored but out of the public archive; spam does not become history just by getting old.

Turning prose into pins

A Reddit sighting post is unstructured prose. “Saw this over the lake near my house around 9 last night” is a location and a time to a human and neither to a database.

The pipeline runs every incoming post (title, body, and the author's follow-up comments, because the useful details are always in a comment) through an LLM extraction step that pulls out the date, time, timezone, and location when they are actually stated, then geocodes the location to coordinates. I deliberately do not let it guess object shape, size, or behavior; free text is too easy to over-read, and hallucinated structure is worse than none. Dates and places it cannot corroborate stay blank.

About four in five archived sightings ended up with usable coordinates. That is what makes the map possible: nearly seven thousand pins, filterable by date. Set the date range to mid-November through late December 2024 and watch the New Jersey drone flap bloom across the East Coast. It is one thing to remember that period as a news cycle and another to see it as a point cloud.

What the data says once you can actually query it

Here is where it got fun. Once thousands of reports are structured, you can ask questions that are impossible to ask of a subreddit.

The hotspot map you expect is a population map. Every raw heatmap of UFO sightings lights up over big cities, because that is where the people are. Texas ranks second in raw sighting counts. Adjust for population and Texas falls to 35th. California drops from first to 15th. The map has a per-capita mode that normalizes each area against its local population, and when you flip it on, the glow migrates away from the metros and settles over the desert Southwest: Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, plus a hot stripe of coastal New Jersey from the drone flap. Phoenix Lights country, Area 51 country, Roswell country. I make no claims about why. Reporting culture, dark skies, military airspace, and folklore all plausibly feed it. But the pattern is real and it is not where the people are.

Military bases are nearby more often than chance suggests. In the highest-anomaly states, 56 percent of sightings fall within 50 kilometers of a military installation, against 43 percent elsewhere. Bases sit on exactly the kind of open land that produces good sky views, so treat that gap gently. It is still an interesting gap.

A lot of UFOs have prosaic flight plans. For every mapped sighting with a time and place, the site computes what was actually overhead using orbital data: ISS passes, Starlink trains, bright satellites, and rocket launches. Of the sightings checked so far, roughly one in five coincided with a Starlink train visible from that location at that time. Two hundred and eighteen lined up with an ISS pass. Sixty-two happened within hours and a few hundred kilometers of a rocket launch, and a twilight rocket plume is responsible for more panicked video than almost anything else in the sky. Each sighting page shows this context automatically, along with links to historical aircraft traffic for that day and a sky chart for that exact spot and hour. The point is not to debunk anyone. The point is that “what else was up there” should be one click, not one research project.

Raising the floor on new reports

The other half of the site is the submission wizard, which is my answer to that comment from the feedback thread.

Posting a sighting through it requires actually describing the event: where, when, shape, movement, duration, distance, the “five observables” questions, and, centrally, a mandatory field asking why this is not a common object. You have to write down what you ruled out before the community sees it. It is friction, on purpose. Low-effort reports are cheap to produce and expensive for everyone else to wade through, and a little typing rebalances that.

Then there is the media handling, which I think is the strongest technical argument for the site:

• Originals are preserved untouched. Reddit re-encodes everything you upload. The site keeps the exact file, byte for byte. Upload from an iPhone and the original HEIC goes into storage, not a recompressed JPEG.
• Metadata becomes evidence, with consent. On upload, the site reads the file's EXIF: camera model, lens, exposure, capture time, GPS, even the compass heading you were facing. For a sighting, that heading is gold; it lets anyone reconstruct your exact view of the sky and check it against satellite and aircraft positions. You see everything the file contains before publishing, with checkboxes to withhold device details, timestamp, or location.
• Withheld means scrubbed, not hidden. If you choose not to share GPS, the coordinates are stripped from the published file itself. Privacy that depends on nobody checking is not privacy.

Finally, submissions are tied to Reddit identity. After you submit, a bot DMs you a verification link, and only after you confirm does the sighting go live and post to r/UFOs under your username, marked verified. Anonymous drive-by noise gets expensive; standing behind your report gets easy.

What is next

The shape and object data on new submissions will compound over time into something genuinely queryable, and I would like the community to help enrich the older records the same way a wiki fills in gaps. More viewing angles on the data are coming. And if you have ideas, the whole point of building this for a community is that the community gets a say.

Browse the archive at ufosighting.report, explore the map, and if you see something in the sky you cannot explain, put it on the record. Properly, this time. With the metadata.

Texas Rangers vs Atlanta Braves

My MLB game of choice this Saturday has my Texas Rangers playing the Atlanta Braves again in a game that started at 3:15 PM CDT. I joined the game in progress with the Rangers leading 1 to 0 in the first inning. As I usually do, I'm follow the game's score and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where we can also find links to the radio-call of the game provided by announcers of either team we choose.

And the adventure continues.

i have absolutely 25 minutes to write about whatever happend today, and today was so much of a mess that i slept half of it and forgot alot of stuff. including this. I visited my mom today. people usually bring flowers to graves. i brought paranoia. Something pushed me. at least i think it did. then the worms again. they werent suppose to be there. i know they werent. so either my mother has developed a sense of humor, or my brain is still trying to kill me in the least creative way possible. i ran. i didnt want to. but i had that nightmare again. and once you’ve watched worms crawl out of your skin enough times, you stop asking questions and just start running. im angry about it. does that change anything? No. i also got pink flowers today. i hate flowers. i hate pink even more. i dont know who sent them. It wasn’t her im sure of that. i thought about asking her anyway, but i’d rather keep one thing to myself before i accidentally make another conversation weird. im still not sleeping properly. showering has become an argument with my own reflection. every drain looks guilty. every shadow feels alive and thats just. thats exhuasting. I keep thinking about my mother. even she had enough of me. i dont know what i expected from visiting a grave, but being pushed toward worms wasn’t on my list. everyone says your mother is supposed to be the person who protects you, and thats funny now that i think about it, because mine apparently decided i needed a closer look at the ground. maybe she dislikes me and shes just tired of me. either way, im not exactly rushing to ask for a second visit. or maybe she’s disappointed about something i’ve done, but still.

Anyway, my twenty five minutes are almost gone, and im not skipping today. Congrats, you got whatever this was. a rush entry, a confused brain and a man losing arguments with things that may or may not exist. enjoy.

Sincerely, Mother’s mistake

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چگونه انتخاب یک اتاق یخچالی مناسب هزینه‌های حمل‌ونقل را کاهش داد؟

یکی از فعالان حوزه توزیع مواد غذایی که سال‌ها با مشکلات حمل محصولات حساس به دما مواجه بود، تصمیم گرفت ناوگان خود را به اتاق‌های یخچالی استاندارد مجهز کند.

پیش از این، نوسانات دمایی باعث کاهش کیفیت برخی محصولات و افزایش هزینه‌های عملیاتی شده بود. بررسی‌های انجام شده نشان داد بخش زیادی از این مشکلات به کیفیت پایین عایق‌بندی و ساختار نامناسب اتاق بار مربوط می‌شود.

پس از انتخاب یک اتاق یخچالی با عایق مناسب و طراحی استاندارد، شرایط حمل‌ونقل به شکل محسوسی تغییر کرد. دمای داخل اتاق در طول مسیر پایدارتر شد و میزان ضایعات کاهش یافت.

کارشناسان معتقدند هنگام خرید اتاق یخچالی باید به عواملی مانند ضخامت عایق، جنس بدنه، سیستم سرمایشی و خدمات پس از فروش توجه ویژه داشت.

شاهان دژ به عنوان یکی از مجموعه‌های فعال در زمینه تولید اتاق یخچالی، انواع اتاق‌های یخچالی را برای خودروهای سبک و سنگین تولید می‌کند و راهکارهای متنوعی برای نیازهای مختلف حمل‌ونقل ارائه می‌دهد.

تجربه بسیاری از فعالان این حوزه نشان می‌دهد که انتخاب صحیح اتاق یخچالی نه‌تنها کیفیت حمل کالا را افزایش می‌دهد، بلکه در بلندمدت باعث کاهش هزینه‌های نگهداری و افزایش بهره‌وری نیز می‌شود.

در سال‌های اخیر رشد صنعت مواد غذایی، دارویی و فروشگاه‌های زنجیره‌ای باعث افزایش چشمگیر نیاز به ناوگان حمل‌ونقل سردخانه‌ای شده است. کارشناسان معتقدند حفظ زنجیره سرد از مرحله تولید تا مصرف، یکی از مهم‌ترین عوامل حفظ کیفیت و سلامت محصولات محسوب می‌شود.

بررسی فعالان این حوزه نشان می‌دهد استفاده از اتاق‌های یخچالی استاندارد نقش مهمی در کاهش ضایعات، افزایش ماندگاری محصولات و کاهش هزینه‌های عملیاتی دارد. به همین دلیل بسیاری از صاحبان کسب‌وکارها به دنبال خرید اتاق یخچالی باکیفیت و استفاده از تجهیزات حرفه‌ای هستند.

یکی از مهم‌ترین فاکتورها در عملکرد مناسب اتاق یخچالی، کیفیت عایق‌بندی است. متخصصان این صنعت استفاده از فوم پلی‌یورتان و بدنه‌های مقاوم فایبرگلاس را از مؤثرترین راهکارها برای حفظ دمای داخلی معرفی می‌کنند.

همچنین نیاز بازار تنها محدود به خودروهای سنگین نیست و امروزه تقاضا برای یخچال نیسان، یخچال مزدا و سایر خودروهای سبک نیز افزایش یافته است. این موضوع باعث شده تولیدکنندگان داخلی ظرفیت تولید خود را توسعه دهند.

در میان شرکت‌های فعال این حوزه، شاهان دژ به عنوان تولیدکننده اتاق یخچالی برای خودروهای سبک، نیمه‌سنگین و سنگین فعالیت می‌کند. این مجموعه از سال ۱۳۹۵ فعالیت خود را آغاز کرده و با بهره‌گیری از تجربه فنی در زمینه ساخت اتاق یخچالی، محصولات خود را برای کاربردهای مختلف حمل‌ونقل سردخانه‌ای عرضه می‌کند.

کارشناسان معتقدند با ادامه روند توسعه صنایع غذایی و دارویی، بازار تجهیزات سردخانه‌ای و اتاق‌های یخچالی در سال‌های آینده رشد قابل توجهی را تجربه خواهد کرد.

15 July 2026

From tonight's courthouse crit: Brassaï's Sculpture involontaire (1932), Richard Dadd, ignoring and then acknowledging the negative ghost of the positive image, marquetry (with respect to Airframe), flag design/art, witnessing on three different levels (seeing the fence, the experience of seeing the fence, and the painting itself), Hilma af Klint again, one sees the world once as a child and the rest of life is memory of that seeing, This Country (2017-2020), accumulated masses cohered, fortune fish, offering versus showing.

Every so often an essay refuses to become what you thought it was. For the last few days I have been working on a piece tentatively titled The Espadrilles. On the surface it is a simple story. A lifelong vegetarian travels into the hills east of Tardets to visit a traditional espadrille workshop in search of a pair of shoes that might sit a little more comfortably with his convictions.

I thought I understood the essay before I wrote it. I didn't.

Writing it has been unexpectedly difficult. Not because I lacked the material, but because every time I thought I understood what the piece was about, it shifted beneath me. At first I thought it was about contradiction. The contradiction is obvious enough. I have been vegetarian for fifty years. I have spent much of my life trying to align my conduct with my convictions. Yet I wear leather shoes. Every vegetarian knows the conversation. Every vegetarian knows the smile. Every vegetarian knows the moment someone points triumphantly at a belt, a wallet or a pair of shoes and says, “That's a bit contradictory.” They're right. It is.

But as I wrote, the essay moved elsewhere. The workshop itself began to take on a life of its own. The hemp. The rope. The old machinery. The smell of oil and dust. The stories of migration and craft. Most importantly, the artisan who welcomed me into his world and revealed his values through the way he handled materials, tools and traditions.

Gradually I realised I was no longer writing about shoes. I was writing about recognition. About finding myself in the presence of a way of life that seemed to embody many of the things I value: care, craftsmanship, hospitality, continuity, attention and pride in work. Then came the moment that gave the essay its tension. After hours spent discussing hemp, rope and traditional manufacture, the artisan unveiled what he regarded as the finest expression of his craft. Leather. Beautiful leather. Locally produced leather. Some of Navarre's finest leather. The obvious reading is contradiction. The vegetarian encounters leather.

But that wasn't what stopped me. What stopped me was the sudden recognition that the artisan and I shared many of the same values, yet arrived at different conclusions about what those values demanded. For him, the leather was not compromise. It was excellence. It was an act of generosity. It was hospitality. The finest thing he knew how to offer another person whom he believed genuinely appreciated his craft.

That realisation opened a much larger question than the one with which I began. For years I have been interested in the relationship between values, politics, participation, community and consensus. Like many people, I suspect, I carried an unexamined assumption that sufficiently good people, sharing sufficiently good values, would naturally tend towards agreement. The workshop revealed a crack in that assumption.

Two people may share values and still arrive at different conclusions about what those values demand. Goodness does not automatically generate consensus. I am still trying to understand what follows from that observation. The essay is therefore unfinished. Not abandoned. Simply unfinished.

I now know where it wishes to go, but I also know that rushing it would do it a disservice. The workshop, the artisan, the swallows, the coffee and the leather have revealed something I did not see when I began. For now, that is enough.

The draft remains on my phone. I suspect I will revisit it many times over the coming months. Not because I need to finish the story, but because I want to understand more clearly what the story has already revealed.

Sometimes an essay's first duty is not to reveal something to its readers. But, to teach its author. For the moment, The Espadrilles has done precisely that. David Marshall Skerries

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I need to go to sleep so that I can be properly rested for my date tomorrow, but I guess I just wanted to mention how I was talking with J And I mentioned how if I wanted to be like unreasonable and say if she wanted to she would, there was a specific thing she could offer to do, but that was like a joke because I thought it was way too unreasonable to expect that out of someone, and when I looked at my text messages she had offered that. In the grand scheme of things it’s not like anything mind-boggling, I guess, but very much made me feel. Like I was valued and respected, and that she kind of reciprocated effort which matters so much to me. We also talked about some things about trust and how much our word means to us, and we’re both aligned there. I’m really optimistic. But at the same time, if it doesn’t work, I will live and I want to remind myself of that because I want to actively choose this person not just feel like I need a relationship and so I will take it.

The 500th milestone is still far away but I've got to get going with plans if I ever have a hope of reaching it. I may have to reach my 500th milestone by a combination of active and passive income. I don't think I'm entirely willing to devote time and energy to get a job that pays 500k per annum (and if stress doesn't get me, maybe impostor syndrome will). So here I am, taking stock of my income and expenses:

• My day job pays under 100k per year and this is all I consider to be my source of income at the moment.
• I have some shares outside of super and they are on a dividend re-investment plan. I also have no plans of selling these shares.
• I have a mortgage on a one-bedroom apartment that I bought in May this year, so I'm still clawing equity on it. I used the first home buyer super saver scheme to help me save and I really liked having the automatic deductions from my fortnightly pay (I would have spent the money otherwise).
• I spent alot of my cash on hand buying the apartment so I'm also still trying to pad out my savings again.

I don't have a partner, I have no dependents or pets, and I don't have traditional vices. I do have expensive hobbies. I travel all around the east coast of Australia alot. I also want to get a recreational pilot's license (my goal for the 30s).

Anyway, the only feasible passive income sources for my capabilities (that I can think of) is dividends and royalties if I ever decide to publish a fanfic adjacent piece of lore (fanfic is for another post).

Perhaps a 2-monthly automatic purchase of dividend focused exchange traded funds will be a start. I will put them all on a dividend re-investment plan while I'm in a gathering phase. I will report back at some point when I figure out how to automate the purchases. It needs to be automated or I will be tempted to spend the money.