Year 2020 365 Photo Journey (May 25th – June 1st)

Memorial Day 2020! The COVID-19 crisis here in Indianapolis may (I hope) have reached its apex. Phase Two of the Governor’s plan is in effect. I took a bike ride downtown and even stopped at a restaurant and drank a double espresso and lime ice. Lovely!

At any rate, here are some pics from my short bike ride. Enjoy!

365 Photo Journey

Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.

From Whence This Sweetness Came

From whence this sweetness came,
I do not know.
But sweetness be!
Such felicity!
No errant word transcribed or heard,
or hard-wrought image showed.

From whence this sweetness came,
I cannot say.
But ’round your eye
The rain doves fly
And pluck Spring’s lyre’s strings
and sing so heavenly.

From whence this sweetness came–
from what moonbeam or sunbeam,
blushed two children,
conjoined, born dancing,
hand in curious hand,
around the hollyhocks play–
from whence this sweetness came,
I cannot say.

End of Time

I must give to you of myself,
for these are the dark times.
I am a man and a multitude,
and within my sea swim the dreams of ages.

I point to the end of time
with the tip of my finger,
so that you may see it, too.
I dig up the buried gods,
from lost and forgotten graves
may they whisper to you gold
of a world in shadows.

The mind is far-ranging—
the world a plain for grazing.
In me, there is sunlight
and the dust of chaos.

The fathers have taught me patience—
I am a pole for seed,
and the garden but this one moment
to breathe. So, build the walls,
and to silence turn the open gate.

Poetry Painting Project: Day 30

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by William Blake’s poem, Eternity.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Eternity’s Sunrise
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

I AM THE LITTLE LIFE

I am the little life.
My heart is sometimes torn.
On my skin and in my bones,
are carved Time’s little reckonings.

I am the little life.
My heart is sometimes whole.
Today, I am an idle cloud.
Tomorrow—the sky’s eternity.



OUR INSPIRATION

ETERNITY
by William Blake

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.


Notes:

William Blake, 1757-1827. Born in London England. English Romanticism
Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-blake
Link to Poem: https://poets.org/poem/eternity


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!

Poetry Painting Project: Day 29

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by William Butler Yeats’ poem, The Lake Isle of Innisfree.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

I Shall Have Peace
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

WORD OF OLYMPUS

Child of Olympus,
you are a word that falls like rain.

Snows melt and rush headlong for the sea,
past rock and fallen tree,
tumbling from the mountaintop.

In nature we find our tidings.
Find your lesson in the river’s tide.

It spills you out to sea,
into a buoyant, breathless stillness—
under a wine-red sky,
you tread water and to turn to look
at all the world in miniature.

And the ocean swells like an enraged beast,
as if Amphitrite had loosed her husband’s cart.

You drink the briny deep
and sink into her slumbering, loving clutches,
having spent your patrimony on the broken crags
of this awful, delightful, bequeathed world.
How will you accounts be settled or will they be settled at all?
The market, too, is washed away with the tide.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.


Notes:
William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939. Born in Sandymount, Ireland.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-butler-yeats
Link to Poem: https://poets.org/poem/lake-isle-innisfree


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

Anton Chekhov

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!

Poetry Painting Project: Day 28

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, A Psalm of Life.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Let Us, Then Be Up And Doing With A Heart For Any Fate
By Addie Hirshten

MY POEM

I AM HERE

I am here.
Why not stay?
The rutted road
oft blindly traveled
wends the other way.

That road’s unraveled,
its monuments moldered,
sleepwalkers dream wakeless
the distance unfolded.

I am here
Why not stay?
I’ll cherish my measure
of sunstruck days—
each hour a treasure—

each moment a shrine.


OUR INSPIRATION

A PSALM OF LIFE
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.)

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.


Notes:
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882. Born in Portland, Maine (then Massachusetts)
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/henry-wadsworth-longfellow
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44644/a-psalm-of-life


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Without the playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

Carl Jung

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 27

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem, The Eolian Harp.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

The Wind ‘Round Honey-Dropping Flowers
By Addie Hirshten

MY POEM

A MOMENT WITH YOU

A moment with you,
weightless in love,
lingers in its own eternity—
rooted on your shore,
marveling evermore—
I, the cypress, and you, the sea.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE EOLIAN HEART
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’ergrown
With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such would Wisdom be)
Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents
Snatched from yon bean-field! and the world so hushed!
The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence.

                            And that simplest Lute,
Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!
How by the desultory breeze caressed,
Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating witchery of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untamed wing!
O! the one Life within us and abroad,
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere—
Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in a world so filled;
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air
Is Music slumbering on her instrument.

    And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,
Whilst through my half-closed eyelids I behold
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,
And tranquil muse upon tranquility:
Full many a thought uncalled and undetained,
And many idle flitting phantasies,
Traverse my indolent and passive brain,
As wild and various as the random gales
That swell and flutter on this subject Lute!

    And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?

    But thy more serious eye a mild reproof
Darts, O beloved Woman! nor such thoughts
Dim and unhallowed dost thou not reject,
And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
Meek Daughter in the family of Christ!
Well hast thou said and holily dispraised
These shapings of the unregenerate mind;
Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break
On vain Philosophy’s aye-babbling spring.
For never guiltless may I speak of him,
The Incomprehensible! save when with awe
I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels;
Who with his saving mercies healèd me,
A sinful and most miserable man,
Wildered and dark, and gave me to possess
Peace, and this Cot, and thee, heart-honored Maid!


Notes:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772-1834. Born in Ottery St. Mary, Devon, England.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52301/the-eolian-harp


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Everything you can imagine is real.

Pablo Picasso

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 26

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43, How Do I Love Thee?

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

I Love Thee To The Depth
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

HOW I LOVE YOU

How do I love you?
Your smile is a fan of sun rays,
curiously light and lingering,
spread wide and airy over nested treetops,
where dream sparrows for first flight,
and sing of Love’s awakening,
and when from day’s horizon ends,
you arise as goddess of the gypsy moon,
what bliss it is to drink
from your harvest-giving womb.
Your eyes are Consolation’s stars,
and in them I’m forgiven—
all my mute transgressions,
entombed and untold,
and transmuted by your glance
into jewels and gold.


OUR INSPIRATION

HOW Do I LOVE THEE? (SONNET 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Notes:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861. Born in Kelloe, Durham, England. English poet of the Victorian era.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/elizabeth-barrett-browning
Link to Poem: https://poets.org/poem/how-do-i-love-thee-sonnet-43


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

I don’t think there’s any artist of any value who doesn’t doubt what they’re doing.

Francis Ford Coppola

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!

Poetry Painting Project: Day 25

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by The Song of Songs (The Song of Solomon), in the Bible.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

I Slept But My Heart Was Awake
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

MY HEART IS AWAKE

When you sleep, my heart is awake.
A sound! A train drones like a cathedral organ—
freight cars rumble between planets—
through the pitch of space
as the city sleeps—
miles upon miles,
from stockyards to farmland vistas,
vanishing into darkness,
and again I hear the rubber wash of highways,
and all is quiet, close, and in focus.

In my heart I walk in the homeland,
where true words are written on the wind.

In my heart I climb a cloud-covered mountain,
and upon its summit I see the broad world,
stretched like an archer’s bow—
a fire-tipped arrow for the sun,
and I weep for joy to see you winged and soaring
in a sky ribbon red and orange.

Your body is warm next to mine.
Your body is my hearth,
your breast a bellows,
the contours of your face
the outer walls of my temple.

And your dreams are my home.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE BRIDE SEARCHES FOR HER BELOVED
from Song of Songs 5 (The Song of Solomon)
The Bible

I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night.”
I had put off my garment;
how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet;
how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
they took away my veil,
those watchmen of the walls.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
I am sick with love.


Notes:
About the Song of Solomon: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_of_Songs
Link to the Song of Solomon: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Song+of+Solomon+5&version=ESV


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!

Poetry Painting Project: Day 24

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Kahlil Gibran’s book, The Prophet.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Beauty Is
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

SUCH BEAUTY IS THIS

Such beauty is this,
such mystery,
that upon my body you’ve planted
a walled garden of roses.

And there we dally
and laugh like arcadian children,
our legs variously crossed, curious, and uncomposed,
and time is a silken kite
on a pendulous summer wind
that knows no beginning or end.

Where are the watchtowers?
We have made them infirm
and have cracked their ancient stones
with vines of amorous glances.

My body is a canvas for your blossoms.
Your petals color for my skin,
perfume for my voice,
and to all whom I touch and speak
become drunk with their heady bouquet.

Such beauty is this,
such mystery,
that my soul is water and soil,

that upon my body you’ve planted
a walled garden of roses.


OUR INSPIRATION

from THE PROPHET
by Kahlil Gibran

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.”
And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”
The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”
But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.”
At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.”
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, “We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.”


Notes:
Kahlil Gibran, 1883-1931. Born in the village of Bisharri in what is now northern Lebanon but was then Ottoman Syria.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kahlil-gibran
Link to Poem: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/58585/58585-h/58585-h.htm


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Life is trying things to see if they work.

Ray Bradbury

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!