3.26.2026 – yes, you’re going to

yes, you’re going to
die, but, you know, we all die
eventually

Based the opening paragraph in the article, Do we really need eight hours sleep a night – and what happens if we don’t get it? by a Mr. Joel Snape where Mr. Snape writes:

‘Once, after I did a presentation, someone came up to me and said, ‘I don’t get eight hours of sleep a night. Am I going to die?’” says Prof Russell Foster, head of the Sleep and Circadian Neuroscience Institute at the University of Oxford. “And I said, ‘Well, yes, you’re going to die. But, you know, we all die eventually.’”

Which brought to mind Big Bill and the speech of Hamlet which I paraphrase here:

To die, to sleep, no more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to.

To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life but that the dread of something after death, makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all ...

I must be getting old though a recent location chnage has dropped me on an island where the median age is 62 I am middle aged again.

On that theme of getting older, let me talk about the best part of my day of late.

My after-supper nap.

I ask, why don’t I feel as refreshed as I do after my after-supper nap as when I wake up in the morning?

I read all these articles about sleeping.

We all have to sleep.

We all are going to die.

All I want is to feel refreshed, like I do when I nap, when I sleep all night.

Mr. Snape writes:

… the best advice is to prioritise sleep: recognise that it’s important, make sure you’re setting enough time aside to get as much as you need to feel well rested, and make the most adjustments you can to your current sleep environment.

“If I only did one thing, it would be invest in proper blackout curtains,” says Leschziner.

“And if you live in a noisy environment, then consider comfortable earplugs that are designed for sleeping in.”

So I ask, what do I do about the neighbors?

3.25.2026 – I like fallacies …

I like fallacies …
the mistakes that men make … why …
was I against it

Adapted from the passage in the book, The Etiquette of Freedom and The Practice of the Wild by Gary Snyder, Jim Harrison (Counterpoint: Brooklyn, NY, 2016) where Mr. Snyder writes:

I like fallacies, the mistakes that men make.

For seventeen years, I had an open firepit in the center of my house.

The smoke was supposed to go out an opening in the gables, but a lot of the time it didn’t.

I was trying to live like I was in a Japanese farmhouse.

I even had a hook for the pot over the firepit.

But, you know, it takes a long time to realize certain things, and I realized, yeah, the stovepipe was a good invention.

So finally I boarded it over and started living with chairs and a table, like Americans do.

It’s like a friend of mine who did without electricity for fifteen years, and when he finally connected up to an electric line, he said to me, “You know, I can’t even remember why I was against it.”

3.24.2026 – small wonder that men

small wonder that men
hold boats in the secret place
cradle to the grave

Men who ache allover for tidiness and compactness in their lives often find relief for their pain in the cabin of a thirty-foot sailboat at anchor in a sheltered cove.

Here the sprawling panoply of The Home is compressed in orderly miniature and liquid delirium, suspended between the bottom of the sea and the top of the sky, ready to move on in the morning by the miracle of canvas and the witchcraft of rope.

It is small wonder that men hold boats in the secret place of their mind, almost from the cradle to the grave.

From the essay The Sea and the Wind that Blows by E. B. White and published in The Ford Times, June 1963 and re-published in The Essays of EB White by EB White (Harper and Row, New York, 1977).

3.23.2026 – tried one, that was it

tried one, that was it,
said on landline, and that is …
the way it will stay

Adapted from the story, Record-setting Big Mac eater underwhelmed by McDonald’s new Big Arch burger by Ramon Antonio Vargas, where Mr. Vargas quotes Donald Gorske, who has eaten nearly 36,000 Big Macs on Mr. Gorske’s reaction to trying a Whopper.

Mr. Vargas writes: “I tried one – that was it,” Gorske said on his landline telephone. “And that is the way it will stay.”

So the guy likes and has the receipts to prove it, the Big Mac.

Gotta love a guy who stands by his favorite, only has a landline telephone and, as Mr. Vargas writes, “politely asked why his opinion on something such as the Big Arch was newsworthy.”

In his 1987 book on the history of the Netherlands, An Embarrassment of Riches, Simon Schama tells how the Dutch were the world leaders in Government, Commerce, Military Power and the Arts and were poised to take over the world but being Dutch with their sense of community, allegiance and manners, they were content to just stay home instead.

As if to say why was their opinion on running the world … newsworthy?

And that is the way it will stay.

Donald Gorske in 2011 eating merely his 25,000 Big Mac at a McDonald’s in his home town of Fond du La, Wisconsin. Photograph: Patrick Flood/AP

3.21.2026 – happy restaurants

happy restaurants
still exist, don’t go often …
like a local church

Adapted from the article, Applebee’s and Ihop unite – will new ‘dual’ restaurant tempt back US diners? by Adam Gabbatt where Mr. Gabbatt writes:

Perhaps the truth is that some Americans have been guilty of indulging in nostalgia over patronage when it comes to Applebee’s and Ihop: people are happy these restaurants still exist, in the same way they are about a local church, but they don’t actually go that often – also like a local church.

I am reminded of the last lines of the movie Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.

The family of Ricky Bobby included his estranged parents, girlfriend and children are standing out side the Talladega Superspeedway when Reese Bobby looks around.

The movie closes with this bit of dialogue.

Reese: I gotta say things are pretty much perfect right now. And it’s makin’ me kinda of itchy.
Ricky: What’d you say we all get thrown out of an Applebee’s?
Reese: Yeah that’d probably do the trick.

Maybe we all need to go get kicked out of Applebee’s again.

And a local church.

Yeah that’d probably do the trick.