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(Reposted from my Substack)

I recently attended a Trinity Lecture Series lecture, "Knowing What We Don’t Know: Cultivating Intellectual Humility Through Imaginative Literature" with Dr. Jessica Hooten Wilson. It was a very good lecture by a Catholic for an audience assumed to be entirely Catholic. As an agnostic Buddhist, I was a cultural guest, and it was the first time in a long time I have been a guest in discourse community that assumes everyone is an insider. Such an experience is a gift, even—perhaps especially—when it causes discomfort. Moreover, it was an apt gift to receive in a lecture about cultivating humility and knowing what we don’t know. I tried to follow Professor Hooten Wilson’s (hereafter JHW) advice to listen openly and think deeply. Here are some of my impressions.

I am fully onboard with her advice to read a wide range of fiction with openness and, if those works don’t initially connect with us, to start with the thought, “Maybe I missed something.” I’m not great at that. I’m a judgmental reader of fiction, especially if it’s recent. So this is something I can and should strive to improve on.

A key aspect of her advice was to read texts widely known to be great works of high morality in order to cultivate “taste.” By developing a taste for such works, we can gravitate to them and increase our exposure to good role models and lessons, while decreasing the amount of time we spend engaging with harmful inputs. I agree with a lot of this. “Taste” is not the word I would personally use because, to me, “taste” is a relatively amoral word; it refers to entertainment (or food, etc.) that one enjoys regardless of one’s underlying morals. For example, one may have a “taste” for horror movies without thinking people should terrorize each other in real life. JHW, however, ties “taste” strongly to moral rectitude, which is lexically alien to me.

I agree, however, that morality is deeply entangled with fiction. I agree that what we like generally says something about our values—or at least this is true for me. I agree that this is important and deserves consideration. I might call it something different: discernment, judgment? I personally would leave a greater philosophical space for enjoying works without morally agreeing with them.

But I agree that surrounding oneself with beneficial inputs is beneficial. Reading great works helps the heart and mind in ways that reading trash doesn’t. I have certainly absorbed ill effects from works with some kind of “harmful” message. The most harmful to me personally has been the message that women have to have a romantic partner to be anything other than a failure. This was culturally louder in my formative years than it is now, and it followed me from Disney to Jane Austen to every pop fantasy novel to every Shakespearean comedy, and so on.

But this is tricky because harmful messages can be in great works that also have good messages. Pride and Prejudice is a good novel; Much Ado about Nothing is a good play. I’m glad I’ve read both. On balance, I agree with my parents (and I think JHW agrees too) that reading broadly is a decent way to sort through different kinds of messaging. I doubt that it’s possible not to get psychologically hurt (at least for someone, like myself, who absorbs a lot of life through literature), but it certainly is possible to cultivate a practice of reading works that are thoughtful, well crafted, and conscientious in their various ways.

Where JHW’s discourse threw me was not in its basic points about reading but in its (Catholic) stance on humanity. She opened by asserting that we (humans) tend to think only about our successes and see our lives as a continuous rise through accomplishments. I thought, what universe does she inhabit? I thought, my default perspective is better summed up by an interchange in the Monk movie, where Monk says something offensive, and a bystander says, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” And Monk says, “Yes, every day. All the time.” (Quote may not be exact.)Read more... )

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Mar. 28th, 2026 08:59 pm
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The rain on Thursday filled the interstices of my recycle bin that I'd left upside-down to try and remove stuff stuck to the bottom. The bins are as high as my chest, is why I can't just reach in and pull papers etc. out. Anyway, temps went back to winter Thursday night and I didn't get around to righting the bin until today. At which several chunks of ice fell out of the handle. The bouncing ball of temperature swings is supposed to be over by now but clearly is not. Today hovered near freezing with snowflurries, Monday will be 16C.

Had not registered that this week will bring Easter closures on Friday. Must stock up at some point, probably Thursday along with the rest of the world, because Wednesday is supposed to be heavy rain and thunderstorms.

Cannot convince myself that today is Saturday. Has felt like Sunday all day. Went out to Paupers for fish and chips and will not repeat the experience because the place was full of shrieking happy parties, labbing and jorking as John Lennon said, and the fish was encased in a solid half inch of batter.

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Mar. 27th, 2026 06:30 pm
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Woodsman no.2 arrived yesterday punctual to the minute. This is the cheerful guy from the excellent but pricey company I've used before. He opines that my cherry is quite healthy, a relief, because I keep expecting they who know to say, 'That tree is about to collapse any minute, cut it down at once!' Nor did he mention the moss on the thing and I didn't ask, but noticed Prof Islamic Studies' magnolia is equally green about the gills. Ran into Prof himself yesterday when returning, wet, from the super where I'd foolishly gone in just a fleece jacket without my rain cape. Prof was being miserably cold in the springlike 12C of y'day: twenty plus years here have not yet acclimatised him to TO anythings but the most unbearable depths of summer. But he is quite willing to assemble my branch trimmer for me.

We're having a by-election mid-April and I have heard diddly about it bar one or two election signs on the street. The Liberals contacted me about putting up a sign on my property back when the snow was piled a metre high there. They contacted me again when it melted and I said, yeah sure put it up, but since then it's been crickets. Rather like the tree companies, in fact. Today finally I get my notice of where to vote delivered in the mail,  barely two weeks before the advanced polls. I assume this low-key approach has something to do with an expectation that we'll remain firmly Liberal: the Cons aren't even running a candidate. The threat from the south being exactly as it was a year ago, people will go for the competent devil we know over any alternative. It still amuses me when bots and trolls on FB insist that Carney is the face of a communist conspiracy intent on ruining Canada but there are educational failures here as well as in the US.

Stayed up late reading Poirot fanfic, The Monogram Murders, which, well. Poirot wants to find a girl he believes is in danger. How does he do this? He gets on a bus, of course! and looks out the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of her on the streets of London. Does he have any reason to think she's even in the neighbourhood? No, but he still gets on the bus. To put it no stronger, this is not the Poirot I know. And if it's just the narrator who thinks that the reason he's looking out the window is to find the girl, and not merely to look at the scenery, then the narrator needs to resign his position at Scotland Yard, because that's a ridiculous way for an inspector to think.  

Happy Downfall of Sauron Day, 2026!

Mar. 25th, 2026 06:55 pm
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Happy Downfall of Sauron Day, Middle-earth denizens! I will be honest, this year it's a feat just to remember to post. I've had zero brain cells to spare for Middle-earth.

I usually get to spend March 25 in my hometown, which is usually lovely at this time of year, but this year, the dates were such that I spent all day driving from California back to Oregon (about 8 hours), so no commemorative hike. My town is still lovely, but it's really showing the effects of climate change this season. It looks more like May than March, the grass already quite dry and peas already out in full force. So that was depressing.

Not a bad thing but a very emotionally trying thing: my hopes to get our family property situated in some form that would protect it long-term, hopefully in concert with Indigenous people of the region blew up spectacularly. Basically, my mom (who is the owner) overrode it with another plan, and it will be okay. It's fine, but it's requiring a huge cognitive shift on my part after years of trying to figure out land-back. It has also been, by turns, embarrassing, humbling, disappointing, and contentious, which has left no mental space for Tolkien.

So if I have anything to say about LotR today, it may be that I feel a little bit like Frodo saying that the Shire has been saved but not for him. Except thanks to rabid necrophilic (just recently heard that adjective) imperialism driving climate collapse, I can't really say it's been saved, but it has been put in nearly as favorable a position as the necrophilic empire allows. But not for me, not as the home it once was. As with Frodo, it's still there, and I'm still welcome, and (unlike Frodo) I'll still be around, but I can't really go home again.

Well, as my mother put it today, "It would be nice if Sauron had actually fallen." We can only hope.

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Mar. 25th, 2026 08:32 pm
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How lovely to be able to roll back to sleep in the morning and not get up until 11:30.

Saw my first snowdrops today. Woman down Manning was raking out her side garden and there they were. Of course my understanding is that you're supposed to leave all the rotted leaf detritus from autumn for the insects to breed come warmer weather, but certain yuppies and certain elderly Italians will have no part of this. They want tidy gardens and I assume don't want insects. Hence they use leaf blowers in the fall, if yuppie, or rakes if Italian. Signora down the street has cleaned her front yard already and left the mulch out to be picked up whenever the city starts picking up garden waste, which will certainly not be this week. Which is recycling and I have disposed of a number of Japanese novels in same. I suppose I should also trun that box of Zero Sums that I discovered hiding behind the door of the downstairs front room but sufficient unto the day etc. And anyway I have a bag of doujinshi to go out. If recycle comes late I may add it to the bin.

Finished this week were a couple of Priestleys, Death Sits on the Board aka The Revenger's Tragedy, and Harvest Murder which, if it weren't in the title, would leave you wondering if anyone was murdered, or was going to be murdered, at all. Finally got through The Silver Stallion, third in my Cabell reread. I suppose I might as well reread all of these in case of FOMO, but they're much much slower than Dr. Siri, my other marathon reread of this year. I'm now wondering do I want to send these latter to a recycle place, cause like if I'm still alive in ten years maybe I might want to read them again? But they're available in ebook from the library, while Cabell isn't. Mh-- Kobo has a few titles but not the whole by any means. Ah well, shall see. There's only so much of Cabell's southern gentlemanship that one can take, and life is short.

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Mar. 24th, 2026 06:56 pm
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'Will come between 10 and 12' means comes at 12:20 so really I didn't need to get up at 8:45 after all. But I'm sure it was good for me to do so. Anyway, one down, two more to follow.

And my tax package was delivered to the accountants so that's another niggle off my mind.

Shall sleep in tomorrow before Thursday's up before I want to be. But he isn't supposed to show up till 11:45, which is much more in tune with my body's clock.

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Mar. 23rd, 2026 04:09 pm
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I will say, getting up when you wake up does make for longer days. What a difference an extra 2.5 hours can achieve. Not that I achieved anything yesterday which was rainy most of the day and peak couch potatodom the rest. But today, even though I lay in to 10, got me to the laundromat with towels and sheets and that pair of putative corduroy pants that are still too stiff to wear comfortably. Repeated washing and drying in hot has accomplished nothing. Where are the soft wide whale cords of my youth? (Yes, that really is whale as in cetacean. How odd.) And they need to be shortened as well.

In between whiles I took my tax stuff up to the courier outlet to be FedExed to outer Scarberia. Hope it arrives and yes, I know I should have made copies of the one form that can't be duplicated easily-- from the bank, actually-- and I now know to add the accountant's phone number, but it is out of my hands no use wibbling etc etc. *Maybe* next year I will trust to the tender mercies of Canada Post for delivery because dear lord FedEx charges what dinner at Le Paradis cost me last time I was there. Even without getting a signature which is another $12 plus tax. 

However if it's all to do again no bother because I'm sure to get some kind of refund. Which may not be true next year because if I shake the money tree too hard, as I did in '21, there are capital gains taxes to pay. Should have shaken it when the Dow was at 50,000 but who knew someone would have blundered into an undeclared war?

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Mar. 21st, 2026 08:18 pm
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Garage tenant comes round early so I get up the nerve to ask him to flip my futon. Nerving necessary because ingrained cultural training of 'place is a mess, don't let anyone see it.' (Japanese students would ask me what was the English equivalent of the Japanese set phrase asking person in.  Used to say, not entirely kidding, 'The place is a mess' because that really is what we always say.) Flipping the futon doesn't make as much difference as I thought it would-- the thing still sags whichever side is up--  but it does help.

Tree people all want to come in the morning. Have another coming next Saturday at 10. Must stop the hurkledurkling I do because out of bed at noon does not help. But must also bump thermostat to uncomfortable highs because it's waking in the cold that makes me not want to get out of bed. Well, that and the delightful dreams I have when I go back to sleep. This morning's involved roommates either moving in or out and a cat that might have been theirs or mine.

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Mar. 20th, 2026 07:52 pm
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I stayed up past 3 finishing that mystery that did exactly what I thought it would do, sigh. Slept for six hours and then suffered complete defeat of the will about getting out of bed. Went back to sleep at some point and dreamed of my godmother coming to see me at not quite!Bedford on a dank March day like the one actually happening outside. My back bedroom had a deck and wooden steps going down to the ground, and one of my Birkenstocks fell down it as I was saying goodbye to her. By dint of some Escher-like configurations my room looked in on the house next door-- in reality a good 30+ feet/ 10 metres away-- and its new tenants. That I did not sleep into noon was only thanks to misreading my clock.

After which I phoned three tree services to arrange estimates on trimming the cherry tree. One guy is coming Tuesday between 10 and 12, moan, and the others will get back to me at some point. I don't in the least want to do this at all at all at all, but it must be done and will definitely cost. Am feeling apocalyptic about everything so hell, let's spend money I may not have once Don the Con's shenanigans tank my stocks.

Once it stopped raining I went up to the tony wine store and bought a pricey bottle to thank SNDs for shovelling all that snow during this very snowy winter. When I explained what it was for, the clerk opined that it was very nice of me, which well. Not really: it's just the law of equivalent exchange that five years in Japan dinned into me. Or maybe it was something in my anglo TO upbringing, which I wouldn't notice because, well, that was simply the way the world worked. So I was confused by American roommates who didn't have the reflex that if you get you have to give. One of them did get set straight by her Japanese acquaintance but it was clear that the idea was completely new to her.

Now I just have to wait for the SNDs to be home. Oliver was zooming about the yard today in his doggie snowsuit, but I haven't seen him at all this week.

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Mar. 20th, 2026 09:43 pm
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Have things gotten better? They have not.

the good and the bad )

*

Somehow, in the middle of this madness, [personal profile] roga and I have managed to take a trip. We were originally supposed to go on an organized trip that got canceled because missiles, but we already had a day off from work and we ended up booking a hotel by the sea for 1 night.

The hotel is in a region that gets far fewer missiles (less of a strategic target), and though I can't say I got much sleep on this trip it was still amazing to just... not be in my house? Not have to do endless dishes and laundry? Just wake up by the sea and have breakfast by the sea.

We drove 10 mins to a nearby picturesque town and went around the few shops that were open (making sure we know where the nearest bomb shelter is at all times of course). We went to a little museum by the hotel that randomly had a bunch of military equipment Napoleon dumped into the sea after the failed siege of Acre.

I posted some photos on Bluesky.

It was just 1 day off work, and just 1 night away, and almost the entire time it was raining and cold. We were woken up by a missile alert (the kind that SCREAMS at you from your phone using those natural disaster overrides, but only means there COULD be a missile headed your way, not to be confused with a siren) at 2am, and when roga didn't answer a text or a call I put on my warmest coat and boots and ran over to knock on her door, just to make sure she was awake if there WAS a srein and we suddenly needed to run to the hotel bomb shelter in less than 90 seconds.

I was on my period and taking painkillers basically the whole time.

And still it was so nice to do that. It helped so much. Just one small breath of fresh air.

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Mar. 19th, 2026 08:05 pm
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Hmpf. My Thermalon heatwrap is not Thermalon but a similar product called Medibeads. Works on the same principle but is much heavier and a tad unwieldy. Certainly no good for wrapping elbows in so must be the designated downstairs heat pack. Real Thermalons are available only at amazon. I really cannot buy two non-book things from amazon in the same month. So must resign myself to no more Thermalon. Am sad. 

Woke up light-headed this morning, which is no doubt my sinuses reacting to the budding season. Still managed to shop at Fiesta before tomorrow's wintry mix, and to get down to the basement for my dark wash. We're edging into t-shirt season here but not quite yet. However today's 8C was infinitely warmer than Monday's 10C. Wind or lack of makes all the difference.

Am reading a Dr Priestley whose blurb was a spoiler for the first half of the book. So I knew going in it would be a version of And Then There Were None. Anvillicious hints suggest it will also be The Revenger's Tragedy and I'm quite sure I know who the revenger is. I shall hope to be disappointed.

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Mar. 18th, 2026 06:29 pm
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My occasional trips to Sushi on Bloor usually happen on Thursdays because I generally have physio on Wednesday. But my appointments have been on Tuesday lately for reasons I forget-- probably because everyone wants mid-Wednesday slots-- so I decided to eat out today. On the days they open at noon ie Weds-Sunday, 3:30 will get you the down time and a half empty restaurant, though not on weekends. Whether it's because Wednesday or whether it's because March break, the place was as packed as Christmas and for the same reason: parties of six or eight people celebrating who knows what. And no, no kids that I could see. It was a brief wait in any case, and I got my bento in short order. But my usual Thursday server wasn't there and I had to manage the doors myself. OTOH the waiter looked to be at least in his 50s, meaning possibly my age in reality, so I can't complain. Rather like the server at Le Paradis who, for all her energetic bustling, looked to be in her 70s. 'Why is she still working?' my s-i-l wondered. Well, times are hard, maybe someone called in sick, maybe she just wants to. I'd still be working if I was able-bodied,  for sure.

Seems I finished nothing this week except a couple if Dr Priestleys and that Agatha Christie on the weekend. Watched a lot of Tiktok videos, I guess. Finally made some progress with The Shadow of the Wind, a dead tree for late evening reads when I must be off the tablet. I am always subconsciously prepared for male Spanish writers to be unsatisfactory in their attitudes to women, especially Latin American writers. We shall see if this applies to writers from the motherland. After all, Don Quixote has a female character who simply can't be having with all these men projecting their romantic desires onto her, which I think very enlightened of Cervantes.

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Mar. 17th, 2026 05:29 pm
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In more 'cast not a clout till May be out' news, I had to dive into the futon storage drawer and retrieve my fleece trousers against today's minus 16C/4F wind chill. Also heaviest winter coat and mismatched fleece gloves because cold cold so cold. Tomorrow will get up to O, aka freezing, and if the wind drops, feel like spring.

Surpassed myself in the losing stuff in the bed dep't yesterday. So I brought one of my two wraps downstairs for sofa sitting, then brought it back up to join its fellow in the bedroom. Which wasn't there. I have a habit of flinging my beanbags from me when I pull the covers off to do my exercises so I carefully unwrapped the duvet and blanket and terry sheet, and it wasn't there. Checked the far side of the bed, moving the pillows and such I have stacked there, and it wasn't there. Shifted bed, looked under same on all sides, found a tennis ball but no wraps. Checked between head of bed and mattress and it wasn't there. Did I take it downstairs and forget about it? No, I only took one down along with my laundry. That wrap had glitched in the matrix into non-existence. Decided not to worry about it and went fretfully to sleep. Until this morning when I took my breakfast down to the study and there was my wrap on the table, exactly where I'd left it yesterday after ordering a new one. Ginkgo biloba cannot contend against aged brain fog. Mindfulness, mindfulness, mindfulness.

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Mar. 16th, 2026 08:10 pm
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The weather page could say it was 10C when I left the house today but that was the chilliest 10C I've ever experienced. Nothing like a grey day and wind to make things feel like below freezing. Wore my winter coat and a scarf but thought I'd be OK with half gloves and no, I definitely wasn't. Had to wrap hands in scarf to keep them warm. But had chicken and vermicelli at Pour Boy, plus cocktail, then walked back up to Dupont because you're supposed to have a brisk walk after such indulgence. Did get the return to nephew's invite mailed off, though noticed too late that I didn't put my return address on the prestamped envelope. Ah well. Must trust the post office to be reliable.

The downstairs beanbag is not only the wrong shape for use on the back, being cervical,  the insides have finally become too scorched for use. I was googling 'back heating wraps' last night and finding nothing but amazon and temu offerings. This because I could never remember the name of the super excellent moist heat wraps I use for my poor twinging elbows at night. So to have it here, they're Thermalon, and they're Canadian, and I have a third one now on order from them so I needn't keep lugging one downstairs and back up all the time. I should have ordered two, in fact, and used the second for warming my bed at night. It's true that the aged shouldn't shower every night because lord but it dries the skin out, and washing of pits and bits is sufficient for the lethargic retired. But showers are the only way my feet get warm enough when I go to bed since my circulation sucks. Magic bags don't do the trick being again the wrong shape. But a large flat Thermalon might heat enough area to keep me warm.

Meanwhile the temperatures have sunk and it's now snowing again. March is still too early to be saying How long, oh lord, how long, especially since this summer is supposed to be a scorcher. But-- how long, oh lord, how long?

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Mar. 15th, 2026 09:55 pm
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Snowed again last night, an inch or so, as the winds of March kept my house chilly. Temps rose steadily during the day, disposing of the snow, and will continue to rise overnight, to 'do we really need the heat on?' levels ie 10C/ 50F. But yes, yes we do, because the winds of March are still blowing. Rain tomorrow and then wind again as temps drop back to the minuses. Follow the bouncing ball.

Thus was indoors all day and accomplished nothing bar a half hour of exercise and a fast reread of The Moving Finger, one of the better Christies. Maybe tomorrow I will tackle those dishes, do a dark wash, and write those belated letters, but today is all sloth all the time.

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