Someone put these posters up around the neighborhood.

I found Hearn’s piece through Today in Tabs, where I also found a link to some free anti-ICE posters that I printed out onto vinyl sticker paper and cut out. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with them.

Apropos of nothing at all, I found this bit of math I must have worked on in 2020.

Do please double-check my figures. And while you’re at it, ponder a minute on the question: does anyone really need a dollar more than more than $999M?

Feel-good chaser: A super-cut of ICE agents slipping on ice.

When it gets real gloomy and wet, why not head for a nearby hill, right at nightfall, and indulge in some fog-bathing?

The Housekeeper and the Professor is a great book. But man, could I love this reissue’s cover any more?

(Spotted at the surprisingly fun Barnes & Noble at the Grove.)

If you see them in a grocery store, why not buy some kiwifruit, quarter them, peel their hairy skin, and slurp down a few wedges of alien-green, tart-sweet flesh?

Last week when I wrote about reading a Big Winter Book™ and taking lots of baths, I somehow neglected to include the reference photograph of Mason & Dixon resting upon the requisite next-to-bath hand-drying towel. I apologize for the oversight.

I’ve been reading the pamphlet, Radical Witchcraft: Oppression and Resistance, which I picked up a few years ago at the Museum of Witchcraft and Magic in Boscastle, Cornwall. Lots of good stuff, including this Hitler pincushion:

According to the booklet,

Several types of this pin cushion were sold in the US. They quickly became popular after President Roosevelt acquired one for this desk.

Somehow I had never heard about this half-silly, half-serious act of antifascist magic in the Oval Office. Tuck it away in the “Magic and Resistance” file.

Less useful tip but more pleasureable: you can turn Apple Maps on your phone into a fidget spinner just by engaging streetview and looking straight up. (Sadly, Google Maps doesn’t let you whip around nearly as fast.)

To whoever designed this institutional thermometer’s legend, I tip my cap. That butt! That snail! That crawling child!!!

Related: a skit titled “We’re the New York Times!”

This GxAce video, “I Visited a Camera Lens Factory and Saw Something I Didn’t Expect” seems clearly to be a piece of sponcon. It’s also a sweet prose poem—a paean to the workers who actually make the lenses ostensibly being reviewed. An interesting artifact, beautifully made.