Monday, June 15, 2026

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Pluto, 1909 by Franz von Stuck

Pluto, 1909 by Franz von Stuck (Germany, 1863-1928)






















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Sunday, June 14, 2026

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North Greenland Fiord, Gray Day, 1933 by Rockwell Kent

North Greenland Fiord, Gray Day, 1933 by Rockwell Kent (America, 1882-1971)




















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Saturday, June 13, 2026

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Two Barns at Point Reyes, Michael Drury

Two Barns at Point Reyes, Michael Drury (America, 1945 - )
















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Friday, June 12, 2026

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Cosmos, 1925, by Ilya Chashnik

Cosmos, 1925, by Ilya Chashnik (Russia, 1902-1929)




























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Thursday, June 11, 2026

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The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice, July 6, 1842, by Ippolito Caffi

The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice, July 6, 1842, by Ippolito Caffi (Italy, 1809-1866)















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Wednesday, June 10, 2026

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The Old Mill, 1921 by Daniel Garber

The Old Mill, 1921 by Daniel Garber (America, 1880-1958)























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Tuesday, June 9, 2026

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The Eruption of Vesuvius, 1890, by Oswald Achenbach

The Eruption of Vesuvius, 1890, by Oswald Achenbach (Germany, 1827-1905)




















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Monday, June 8, 2026

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Cypresses and Two Women, 1889 by Vincent van Gogh

Cypresses and Two Women, 1889 by Vincent van Gogh (Netherlands, 1853-1890)






























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Sunday, June 7, 2026

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Setting out to Sea , Valencia, 1908 by Joaquin Sorolla

Setting out to Sea , Valencia, 1908 by Joaquin Sorolla (Spain, 1863 - 1923)






























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Saturday, June 6, 2026

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Day and Night, 1924 by Boris Aronson

Day and Night, 1924 by Boris Aronson (Ukraine/America, 1898 – 1980)































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Friday, June 5, 2026

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The House on the Estuary, 2021 by Teresa Lawler

The House on the Estuary, 2021 by Teresa Lawler (England, 1948 - ) 

























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Thursday, June 4, 2026

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Solstice, 2009 by Edward Gordon

Solstice, 2009 by Edward Gordon (American, 1940— 2023)





























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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

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Blue and White Dish with Blueberries, 2016 by Suzan Paterson

Blue and White Dish with Blueberries, 2016 by Suzan Paterson (Canada, 1958 - )



















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Tuesday, June 2, 2026

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From the Oslo Fjord, 1926 by Harald Sohlberg

From the Oslo Fjord, 1926 by Harald Sohlberg (Norway, 1869–1935)






























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Monday, June 1, 2026

So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought

From Moby-Dick Or, the Whale by Herman Melville.

It came to pass, that in the ambergris affair Stubb’s after-oarsman chanced so to sprain his hand, as for a time to become quite maimed; and, temporarily, Pip was put into his place.

The first time Stubb lowered with him, Pip evinced much nervousness; but happily, for that time, escaped close contact with the whale; and therefore came off not altogether discreditably; though Stubb observing him, took care, afterwards, to exhort him to cherish his courageousness to the utmost, for he might often find it needful.

Now upon the second lowering, the boat paddled upon the whale; and as the fish received the darted iron, it gave its customary rap, which happened, in this instance, to be right under poor Pip’s seat. The involuntary consternation of the moment caused him to leap, paddle in hand, out of the boat; and in such a way, that part of the slack whale line coming against his chest, he breasted it overboard with him, so as to become entangled in it, when at last plumping into the water. That instant the stricken whale started on a fierce run, the line swiftly straightened; and presto! poor Pip came all foaming up to the chocks of the boat, remorselessly dragged there by the line, which had taken several turns around his chest and neck.

Tashtego stood in the bows. He was full of the fire of the hunt. He hated Pip for a poltroon. Snatching the boat-knife from its sheath, he suspended its sharp edge over the line, and turning towards Stubb,  exclaimed interrogatively, “Cut?” Meantime Pip’s blue, choked face plainly looked, Do, for God’s sake! All passed in a flash. In less than half a minute, this entire thing happened.

“Damn him, cut!” roared Stubb; and so the whale was lost and Pip was saved.

So soon as he recovered himself, the poor little negro was assailed by yells and execrations from the crew. Tranquilly permitting these irregular cursings to evaporate, Stubb then in a plain, businesslike, but still half humorous manner, cursed Pip officially; and that done, unofficially gave him much wholesome advice. The substance was, Never jump from a boat, Pip, except—but all the rest was indefinite, as the soundest advice ever is. Now, in general, Stick to the boat, is your true motto in whaling; but cases will sometimes happen when Leap from the boat, is still better. Moreover, as if perceiving at last that if he should give undiluted conscientious advice to Pip, he would be leaving him too wide a margin to jump in for the future; Stubb suddenly dropped all advice, and concluded with a peremptory command, “Stick to the boat, Pip, or by the Lord, I wont pick you up if you jump; mind that. We can’t afford to lose whales by the likes of you; a whale would sell for thirty times what you would, Pip, in Alabama. Bear that in, mind, “and don’t jump any more.” Hereby perhaps Stubb indirectly hinted, that though man loves his fellow, yet man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.

But we are all in the hands of the Gods; and Pip jumped again. It was under very similar circumstances to the first performance; but this time he did not breast out the line; and hence, when the whale started to run, Pip was left behind on the sea, like a hurried traveller’s trunk. Alas! Stubb was but too true to his word. It was a beautiful, bounteous, blue day; the spangled sea calm and cool, and flatly stretching away, all round, to the horizon, like gold-beater’s skin hammered out to the extremest. Bobbing up and down in that sea, Pip’s ebon head showed like a head of cloves. No boat-knife was lifted when he fell so rapidly astern.

Stubb’s inexorable back was turned upon him; and the whale was winged. In three minutes, a whole mile of shoreless ocean was between Pip and Stubb.  Out from the centre of the sea, poor Pip turned his crisp, curling, black head to the sun, another lonely castaway, though the loftiest and the brightest. 
 
Now, in calm weather, to swim in the open ocean is as easy to the practised swimmer as to ride in a spring-carriage ashore. But the awful lonesomeness is intolerable. The intense concentration of self in the middle of such a heartless immensity, my God! who can tell it? Mark, how when sailors in a dead calm bathe in the open sea—mark how closely they hug their ship and only coast along her sides.

But had Stubb really abandoned the poor little negro to his fate? No; he did not mean to, at least. Because there were two boats in his wake, and he supposed, no doubt, that they would of course come up to Pip very quickly, and pick him up; though, indeed, such considerateness towards oarsmen jeopardized through their own timidity, is not always manifested by the hunters in all similar instances; and such instances not unfrequently occur; almost invariably in the fishery, a coward, so called, is marked with the same ruthless detestation peculiar to military navies and armies.

But it so happened, that those boats, without seeing Pip, suddenly spying whales close to them on one side, turned, and gave chase; and Stubb’s boat was now so far away, and he and all his crew so intent upon his fish, that Pip’s ringed horizon began to expand around him miserably. By the merest chance the ship itself at last rescued him; but from that hour the little negro went about the deck an idiot; such, at least, they said he was. The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the misermerman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad. So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then Uncompromised, indifferent as his God.

For the rest, blame not Stubb too hardly. The thing is common in that fishery; and in the sequel of the narrative, it will then be seen what like abandonment befell myself. 


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Joe and Ricky's House, Porterville, 1985 by Len Chmiel (America, 1942 - )

Joe and Ricky's House, Porterville, 1985 by Len Chmiel (America, 1942 - ) 



















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Sunday, May 31, 2026

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The Young Astronaut, 1953 by John Philip Falter

The Young Astronaut, 1953 by John Philip Falter (America, 1910 - 1982)


























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Saturday, May 30, 2026

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Pasadena Morning, 2018 by Kenton Nelson

Pasadena Morning, 2018 by Kenton Nelson (America, 1954 - )

























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In such communities, the glue is neighbourliness, a thirst to find a middle ground, a place where everyone has something in common.

Via Quote of the Day. From Canada’s Middle Ground by David Lawson, Wine Access, September, 2005. 

Winnipeg is in the geographic centre of Canada and perhaps our cultural centre in terms of defining what is really Canadian — not just because it’s called Winterpeg. Vancouver culturally associates with San Francisco or Seattle, Calgary with Dallas, Toronto with New York, and Montreal with Paris.

But Winnipeg is a place unto itself, a place that reflects the vast space and isolation one feels in countless Canadian communities from the Maritimes to northern Ontario to the interior of B.C.

In such communities, the glue is neighbourliness, a thirst to find a middle ground, a place where everyone has something in common.


Bullying, hazing, shaming, or peer pressure

An interesting post and resulting conversation going on over at InfantryDort about the beneficial attributes of bullying.
There is of course, commentary trying to distinguish and delimit the behavior as whether we are talking about bullying, hazing, shaming, or peer pressure.  

There does seem general acknowledgement that bullying can function as a mechanism for enforcing social norms.  

The thought which occurred to me is that since at least the 1960s, we have slowly been trying to reduce bullying in high school and college, perhaps reaching peak aversion in the Woke Micro-aggressions back in the 2010s early 2020s.   

In the same period we have seen the cult of multiculturalism post-1980s, the failed belief that multiple, and any, cultures can coexist within one governance system.  

Finally, this is the same era, especially post-1990s when we became averse to any measurement or testing on people which might highlight differences in capabilities.  

So in the same period, we were insisting that bullying was wrong, that there were no real differences between people anyway, and pretending there were no social norms that needed to be enforced anyway.

The wreck of those philosophical indulgences is spread on the shore and people, everywhere across the OECD, seem to want to return to their cultures, their social norms, and reasonable means for achieving those social norms.

Is bullying an appropriate societal tool for setting and enforcing social norms?  I think that is what is being discussed here.  

Obviously sadism and injury are out, but there remain many implacable issues.  Social norm policing has to be unpleasant to be effective; non-physically injurious forms of bullying such as ostracism can cause real psychological injuries; how do you ensure that the social norms being enforced are the social norms you want enforced, etc..  

An interesting and wide ranging discussion with many points made in a largely civil fashion.  

Friday, May 29, 2026

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Theophilos Palaeologos

Theophilos Palaeologos
C.P. Cavafy 
translated by Rae Dalven.

This is the last year.  He is the last
of the Greek emperors.  And alas
how grievously they speak when they are near him.
In his despair, in his pain
Kyr Theophilos Palaeologos
says, “I’d rather die than live.”

Ah, Kyr Theophilos Palaeologos
how much longing of our people and how much exhaustion
(how much weariness from injustices and persecution)
your five tragic words contained.


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Still Life with Oranges, 1863 by Rafael Romero Barros

Still Life with Oranges, 1863 by Rafael Romero Barros (Spain, 1832-1895)































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Thursday, May 28, 2026

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Circe, 1889 by Wright Barker

Circe, 1889 by Wright Barker (England, 1863-1941))


















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Wednesday, May 27, 2026

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Noon on Country Road, 1869 by Ivan Shishkin

Noon on Country Road, 1869 by Ivan Shishkin (Russia, 1832–1898)






























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Tuesday, May 26, 2026

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If everybody must be equally well-off all the time, there can be no significant movement up or down.


Written in the context of the evils the British Labor government but pertinent generally.  Emphasis added.  

The great social evil now is relative poverty. Having succeeded in eliminating the mass hunger and life-threatening conditions in which so many once struggled to survive, we must finish the job and go on to abolish inequality which is the great injustice of our own age. The inference is that some people being relatively less well off than others is the precise moral equivalent of people starving to death while others feast.

Ironically, it is the great success of free market economics and the unprecedented mass prosperity it has produced which brings this reckoning. The economic system that has delivered more people from poverty than any previous one in human history is now attacked for failing to bring everyone’s lifestyle to the same standard all at once. There are some real problems with this. If everybody must be equally well-off all the time, there can be no significant movement up or down. That would rule out what might be seen as a natural trajectory from less successful to more successful, or from early struggle to affluent independence, perhaps involving personal resourcefulness or a climb up a professional ladder.

Relative poverty, so long as it is not permanent, is the obverse – the other side of the same coin – of social mobility. If there is a political guarantee of economic equality, as there was supposed to be in the old Soviet societies, the possibility of individual self-improvement is lost. For some people to be better off than others is not, in itself, morally unacceptable: their affluence may be a reward for talent, effort and risk-taking. (The argument that such traits are themselves unfair advantages is beyond ridiculous: it is positively pernicious.) Of course, they might have achieved their success through unscrupulous means, but that is the kind of moral affront which laws and social disapproval are intended to prevent.

The idea that anyone who is significantly better off must be, by definition, immoral is what lies behind the logic of a wealth tax – which is, in effect, a success tax. This is the real crux of the matter. Personal achievement and self-improvement are among the greatest satisfactions life has to offer. The possibility of moral agency and the scope for taking individual responsibility are probably the defining attributes of emotional maturity. We have spent a generation or so arguing about whether the government should guarantee equality of opportunity – which would provide as many people as possible with the chance to experience these things – or equality of outcome which would, by definition, eliminate them.

Relative poverty – which is to say, being less well off than some other people – is not, in itself, a bad thing, so long as it is temporary and remediable. It should be something that you can escape, leave behind, look back on as a formative time. (You may have guessed that I speak from experience here.) But the possibility of it must exist.

The emphasized text gets to the point I harp on - All systems need variance in order to evolve.  You can only have zero variance in contexts of zero change.  If the environment or context is itself subject to change, then your system within that environment needs variance to allow the evolution of the system to adapt to the changes in the environment.  Darwin's theory of evolution has application beyond the biological world.

Any ideology which insists on removing variance between individuals in order to achieve "equality" are guaranteed to fail.  Social systems are subject to exogenous change and therefore there needs to be variance (inequality) within the system to allow it to evolve in the context of those exogenous changes.  By disposing of differences, you guarantee the eventual collapse of the system.