The new New Pornographers—God! there’s no good way to write that—album, Brill Bruisers, is, as usual, energetic and electrically luminescent. Can’t get enough of anything with Neko Case in it, anyhow.

tr-hine:

I wrote about friendship.

I was around while this was being written, and it’s a great story about first friendships and growing up. You should read it.

“We redeth oft and findeth y-write,
And this clerkes wele it wite,
Layes that ben in harping
Ben y-founde of ferli thing:
Sum bethe of wer and sum of wo,
And sum of joie and mirthe also,
And sum of trecherie and of gile,
Of old aventours that fel while;
And sum of bourdes and ribaudy,
And mani ther beth of fairy.
Of al thinges that men seth,
Mest o love, forsothe, they beth.”
— Unknown poet, possibly John Massey, Sir Orfeo.

azurea:

Chestnut tree in blossom (c.1887) by Vincent van Gogh.

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Favorite local can design by far: French Broad 13 Rebels ESB.

There will always seem to be excellent reasons you can’t play by the rules you set for everyone else: it’s been a bad day; you’re feeling unwell; an unexpected turn has set your plans awry; those close to you have been unfair; the world is cruel; your past dogs you. But if these are exceptions for you, how are they not exceptions for others? Do you know their battles, intentions, minds, hearts?

Therefore: either soften your attitude towards others’ sins and excuse them for all the unknown perils that you will never know they survived—or accept that the world is a mighty struggle, and set the bar high for yourself, and do not excuse your failures if you fall.

Or do both, and call it an attempt at mercy and humility.

atane:

Wesley Lowery, a reporter for The Washington Post who has been reporting on the unrest in Ferguson, Mo., was detained Wednesday evening by police in Ferguson.

He and other reporters were working in a McDonald’s in Ferguson when about half a dozen police officers came into the restaurant, Lowery said. Some officers were in regular uniforms, while others were dressed in riot gear and carrying assault weapons.

“It was tense,” Lowery said via telephone from the police station on Wednesday night. “I’ve been afraid several times while reporting on the ground here in Ferguson.”

Lowery has been reporting on the situation in the city outside St. Louis following the death of Michael Brown, who was shot and killed by police over the weekend.

Patrons working in the McDonald’s, which reporters had been using as a staging area near demonstrations, were ordered to leave, Lowery said. When the journalist said they were working members of the media, the police told them that was fine, but they couldn’t guarantee their safety.

Police then left and returned a short time later, Lowery said, this time demanding that the reporters leave. Lowery began filming a video on his phone while also using his other hand to pack up his things. An officer objected, Lowery said, but did not press the issue.

Lowery was directed to leave through one door, and then told to go through another, at which point his bag fell off of his shoulder.

“‘Okay, let’s take him,’” one of the officers said, according to Lowery.

Lowery said that at this point, he was slammed against a soda machine and plastic cuffs were placed on his wrists. He was trying to make it clear he was not resisting arrest, but it did not appear the officers believed him. “That made me, frankly, fear for my life,” Lowery said.

Another journalist, Ryan Reilly of the Huffington Post, was also in the McDonald’s, arguing with a police officer, and was also handcuffed.

The two reporters were taken outside to a police van, where a man inside the van was complaining that he could not breathe and that the handcuffs were too tight. Lowery and Reilly were then taken to the back of a police car, where they sat alongside a member of the clergy who had also been cuffed, Lowery said.

At this point, they were taken to a holding cell inside the Ferguson police station. News of their arrest quickly began spreading on social media, and the Ferguson police chief was alerted to their arrests by a reporter for the Los Angeles Times. About a half an hour after arriving at the holding cell, they were told that all media members could leave without any charges being filed.

“I knew I was going to be fine,” Lowery said. “But the thing is, so many people here in Ferguson don’t have as many Twitter followers as I have and don’t have Jeff Bezos or whoever to call and bail them out of jail.”

Lowery said he repeatedly asked for the name or badge number of the officers involved and was denied.

In a statement issued Wednesday night, Martin D. Baron, executive editor of The Washington Post, said “there was absolutely no justification for his arrest” and said the organization was appalled by the conduct of the officers involved.

Lowery was illegally instructed to stop taking video and followed police instructions, Baron said, after which he was slammed into a machine and handcuffed.

“That behavior was wholly unwarranted and an assault on the freedom of the press to cover the news,” Barton said. “The physical risk to Wesley himself is obvious and outrageous.”

The Ferguson Police Department did not respond immediately to a request for comment on Wednesday night.

Witness militarization of law enforcement in action.

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My last remaining grandparent, my grandmother, took a fall today in her house. She wasn’t able to call me but she called my aunt, who called me, and I got in to help. She was pretty badly hurt—nothing broken, but possible concussion, she has dangerously low (like, brain-affecting) blood sugar, gashes, abrasions and deep bruising, and I think she may have fractured the zygomatic or frontal orbital bones in her face (forgive me, I’m not terribly medical and I can’t remember the parts of the orbital bones). She seems dazed. Not sure if she was all there or not. She doesn’t remember how it happened.

It doesn’t seem life-threatening but they’re doing their tests now. My mother took her—she’s the one who knows the medical history. I suppose I could have gone, but I would have just sat in a waiting room apart from them. I’m never really sure what I should do in these situations. I did my best to go through the house and reconstruct what may have happened, but I don’t see where she hit herself. The floor is carpeted and I don’t see what could have caused the gash. There’s blood on the floor but not too much, no blood anywhere else. I can’t figure it out, and with nothing else to do about it, trying to figure it out was the best I could do. Couldn’t really even do that. I’m guessing she got dizzy from the blood sugar and fell, but I don’t know what she hit.

Anyhow, prayers and thoughts, please.

“Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “A New Refutation of Time.”

The USGS does not make it easy to acquire aerial imagery of a particular location, I’m just sayin’. I know that they have pictures of the Big Marco River, and I know which one I want, and I know it’s in the public domain, but my biggest barrier is the USGS site navigation itself.