The original impetus for 100 Days of Blogging was to create a structure to re-establish a blogging mindset. I had some vague idea that doing something for 100 days helps establish that behavior as a pattern. That is – it takes 100 days to make something a habit.

I don’t know where I got that idea. I strongly suspect it’s some internet BS that got lodged in my brain along the way (just looked it up, thanks Google! and it IS some internet BS). Nonetheless, 100 has a nice ring to it. From the day I made the decision to the end of 100 days roughly covers the length of a semester, so that helped make it a more personally meaningful goal.

Only after making the decision did I learn that there’s a whole culture surrounding the 100 Day Challenge.

Ick.

That was almost enough to make me change the name, but I decided to ignore it and plow ahead.

This is post 50 of 100.

It’s mostly worth it, mostly fun. It’s one more tool to avoid doomscrolling through social media. It’s nice to get comments and make new human connections.

It’s frustrating because there’s never enough time to get really in-depth on something. Most posts are somewhat frivolous, and even short posts can take longer than you might expect. And sometimes on those short-but-time-consuming posts I fret that I could better be using my writing time elsewhere.

On the whole I’d say it’s more rewarding than not. I have fifty days to decide what it will mutate into next.

Oh, coincidentally, just as I’ve passed the halfway point on this little exercise, we’ve all just passed the equinox. Happy equinox everyone!

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One of the volunteer docents at the Koresh State Park Historic Site told us a story about Vesta Newcomb. Vesta was the longest-serving participant of the Koreshan faith. Vesta Newcomb’s mother started following Cyrus Teed when Vesta was nine, and Vesta lived on the Koresh property until she was 96. The story was that at age 15 Vesta moved to the Florida community from Chicago with five younger girls in her care. After arriving at Fort Myers the only way to the compound (around 1893) was taking a boat up the Estero River. Unbeknownst to the young women the person taking them on the boat was the disgruntled son of the original landowner. Halfway to their destination he made the girls get out and walk the rest of the way, through the river and wild shrub, wearing long dresses and carrying all their luggage.

JB wanted to know more about this fellow, and so looked him up after we got back to the pyramid and found a brief memoir online. His name was Elwin Damkohler and he tells his version of how his father was suckered out of his land by a charismatic con-man.

Cyrus Teed, the man who founded Koreshanity, obtained the property for his religious community from Gustave Damkohler. Damkohler’s son Elwin believed he was robbed of his inheritance and did not have a favorable view of the Koreshans. In 1967 he pulblished his memoirs in a slim pamphlet titled Estero, FLA, Memoirs of the First Settler.

It’s only 18 pages and worth a few minutes if you like that sort of thing.

Gustave Damkohler purchased 320 acres of Florida scrubland in 1882 and moved his young family out there to raise bees. It did not go well.

Gustave planted black-eyed peas and sweet potatoes to feed the family, and decided to try pineapples as a money crop. A fire destroyed the crop within a year and the son believed it was local cattlemen trying to run the homesteaders out. Gustave’s wife died within two years of moving to Florida, two weeks after giving birth to a daughter. The infant died a short time later.

Not long after his mother’s death a man arrived whom Elwin refers to as ‘the stranger’ and Mr. X. This man purchased some of Damkohler’s land when the money was sorely needed.

A few months later all the children were stricken with some unknown disease. Elwin’s little brother, little sister, and older sister all died. Elwin was Gustave’s sole surviving child.

Elwin believes Mr. X poisoned the children as part of an elaborate scheme to take control of the Damkohler property.

Father and son managed to carve out a life for themselves for the next decade or so. Then came the fateful day they met Cyrus Teed.

Teed, already convinced he was the second coming of Christ, was in Florida looking for land on which he could build his New Jerusalem. As they were taking Teed and his companions to the Damkohler property Teed shot at some birds for fun. The young Elwin frowned on this frivolous behavior and never took a shine to the prophet.

Gustave, however, became enamored of the charismatic Teed and signed over the rights to his property.

Elwin claims that within a few days of signing over the property Gustave came to his senses and wept, realizing he had disinherited his son. This didn’t stop Gustave, however, from continuing to work for Teed and Teed’s righteous vision.

Elwin goes on to describe, in very unflattering light, the development of the Koresh community. He claims that Teed lied about all the things he would do for the Damkohler’s if Gustave signed over his property. He protrays the group as generally inept, and points out some simple tests for proving we live on the outside of a globe and not the inside.

If Elwin did behave in the ungallant manner claimed by Vesta it must have been not long before he left the compound to make his own way in the world. A moment when he was simply fed up with the deceit and incompetence of the Koreshans.

When he was about sixteen Elwin left the compound, found a job, got educated, and started his own business. He eventually became a guide for sports fishermen.

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Long day. Here’s the pyramid we’re staying in. It’s not really a pyramid? Or, it’s weird combo chalet of two pyramids? Regardless, in the upstairs bedroom the ceiling peaks into a four-sided pyramid.

Tomorrow I’ll have more detail about living inside a pyramid, and a story about the beef JB uncovered between Cyrus Teed (the prophet of the Koreshans) and Elwin Damkohler (the son of the man who owned the property on which Teed built his community).

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After our last arbitrary stupid goal led us to Cassadaga I started fishing around for our next long weekend destination. Since it shared a similar Florida weirdness vibe I settled on Koreshan Park and put a note on my bulletin board to “visit KP next”.

“In 1893, the Koreshans, a religious sect founded by Dr. Cyrus R. Teed, moved here and built a settlement based on a commitment to communal living and a belief that the universe existed on the inside of the Earth. Living celibate lives, the enterprising Koreshans established a farm, nursery and botanical gardens.

“The park is home to 11 immaculately restored and nationally registered historic buildings erected by the Koreshans between the late 19th and early 20th centuries.”

Covid spikes and general busyness have kept us from getting away until this weekend. As JB was looking around for a hotel or AirBnB she saw some pyramid-shaped chalets that made her laugh.

“Pyramid power!” I said.

“What’s that?”

And so I told her the story of how pyramid power was a popular new age concept in the 1970s and 80s (and maybe even later?). What I remember most is the claim that pyramids could keep razor blades sharp.

After telling her about the pop phenomena of pyramid power she said “We’re staying there.”

So, a little more than we might usually spend on a weekend lodging, but tonight we’re sleeping in a pyramid.

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The equinox is March 20.

Equinox, however, is not the day that has equal amount of day and night. Equinox is the moment “the geometric center of the Sun’s disk crosses the equator.”

Here in Tampa the 12 hour day was yesterday, March 16.

I like to use these sorts of celestial cues to guide my semi-regular meditation. For the days between the 12-hour day and the official equinox I am meditating on balance. Work/life balance, other/me balance, sunnyday spending/rainy day savings balance, indoor/outdoor balance, screen/non-screen balance, etc.

As we move into spring is there anything in your life that needs balancing? Anything that got tilted too far in one direction over the last few months?

The Timeanddate site has more.

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I’ve been putting off reading The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune for a long time. Mostly because of the length.

In some ways I regret not reading it earlier, because I’m loving it. But really I feel like it’s the right book at the right time.

The cover blurb claims that reading the book “is like being wrapped up in a big gay blanket.” And I definitely feel that comfortable, cozy sensation. It’s not that there aren’t high stakes. Why, one of the children has the power to destroy the world! But, since it leans into gentle humor and the tropes of the romance, you know it’s all going to end well. The last six years have gouged and corroded and sandpapered my psyche to such a degree I feel the only type of entertainment I can consume is something that will wrap me in a cozy blanket, gay or otherwise.

Even cozy murder mysteries are too harsh because there’s the murder at the center of the story.

Cerulean Sea is a sweet story about compassion and caring. And the main character is already kind, but becomes unblinkered through the story and finds ways of becoming an even better person. The humor is not Douglas Adams level absurdity, but rather gentle self-deprecation and good-natured ribbing.

If you’re looking for something cozy I can recommend it.

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UPDATE: Had to contact my host this morning because the site has been down for the last ~12 hours. But since I wrote the above last night and attempted to post, I’m going to claim the streak is still active.

This isn’t a fiction writing exercise. It has its roots in the writing of scholarship, but I think it might still be valuable as a way of working with any text you’ve written.

I like the premise of addressing the text directly.

This exercise can be found in this blog post.

“In the workshop ‘Monster Writing’, which was held in November 2019 at ETHOSLab, the IT University of Copenhagen, we explored text as something somewhat monstrous. Drawing on Nina Lykke’s exorcise of ‘writing the posthuman’ – in which she suggests that the writer addresses the object of their writing as a ‘you’ directly in the text – we wanted to experiment with what it might be like to address the text itself in this way, as a you, but out loud. A summoning. We therefore asked the participants of the workshop to bring a text that they were somehow not completely happy with.”

The workshop exercise was subsequently folded into a scholarly article titled Writing bodies and bodies of text: Thinking vulnerability through monsters.

“The aim with Monster Writing and thinking about writing through the monster is not to do away with the experience of vulnerability in the encounter with the unruly, at times anxiety-inducing text. On the contrary: with this exercise we hope to acknowledge the vulnerability at stake in the encounter with the unruly text and to find ways to live with the monster-text. In this article, we explore how the act of writing can be understood as an act of living with the monstrous “other,” and how despite not being in control of one’s creations, the creator must still remain accountable for them. As such, we argue that writing methods are fundamentally a question of ethics; one must remain accountable for how one learns to see and write the world…, as well as for the text creations the creator unleashes upon the world. By approaching writing through the figure of the monster, we hope to find means of expressing and thinking vulnerability not as an issue that must be circumvented, but as an inherent part of writing.”

So many fun and interesting ideas in this article! Can’t wait to start digging out some of these citations.

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When I worked at a bookstore (remember bookstores?) in the 1980s there was a book title that made me crazy. The title was Do What You Love and the Money Will Follow.

“What I love,” I’d tell the book, “is lying on the couch, eating Chee-tos, and reading schlocky fiction. If that paid I wouldn’t be standing here stocking bullshit self-improvement books.”

I was thinking about this today because I spent the day lying on the couch dozing and reading a cheesy book instead of going to work. The time shift messed with my sleep hygiene, but more disruptive was Zorro’s persistent hacking cough. (He saw the vet today, and it may be allergies. He’s getting an x-ray soon to see if it may be something more dire.) The combination left me without any sleep, and so I took a day. (I recognize I’m in a super privileged position to do something like that, and I’m grateful I had that choice.)

Around the same time I was stocking shelves in that bookstore I came across a work that resonated more strongly with my sensibilities, Bob Black’s “Abolition of Work.”

“Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost any evil you’d care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.

“That doesn’t mean we have to stop doing things. It does mean creating a new way of life based on play; in other words, a ludic conviviality, commensality, and maybe even art. There is more to play than child’s play, as worthy as that is. I call for a collective adventure in generalized joy and freely interdependent exuberance. Play isn’t passive. Doubtless we all need a lot more time for sheer sloth and slack than we ever enjoy now, regardless of income or occupation, but once recovered from employment-induced exhaustion nearly all of us want to act. Oblomovism and Stakhanovism are two sides of the same debased coin.

“The ludic life is totally incompatible with existing reality.”

Let me hasten to add, in case Black has been cancelled in the ensuing three decades, that I haven’t followed his work since around 1990 or so. That essay, though, had quite an impact on the young me.

Black wasn’t the first person to rail against the indignity of work. Bertrand Russell tread similar ground when he wrote —

“I think that there is far too much work done in the world, that immense harm is caused by the belief that work is virtuous, and that what needs to be preached in modern industrial countries is quite different from what always has been preached.”

More recently David Graeber took on the pleasures of idleness and curse of work in his Bullshit Jobs. (Before David Graeber wrote the book Bullshit Jobs he wrote an essay about the problem with work.)

“In the year 1930, John Maynard Keynes predicted that, by century’s end, technology would have advanced sufficiently that countries like Great Britain or the United States would have achieved a 15-hour work week. There’s every reason to believe he was right. In technological terms, we are quite capable of this. And yet it didn’t happen. Instead, technology has been marshaled, if anything, to figure out ways to make us all work more.”

Give me a life of goofing around with my friends between bouts of lounging around and reading books. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll eventually get bored and do something “productive”

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A few years ago I decided I wanted something more engaging than bare walls in my work office. At the time I was reading Jeff VanderMeer’s Wonderbook and was particularly enchanted by the work of R. S. Connett.

So now The Night Trawlers hangs above my desk.

The picture below makes my office look much sadder than it really is. Opposite of this wall are a bunch of windows overlooking the river.

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If you like unconventional (i.e. weird) movies, I can recommend Lamb.

I had no idea what to expect when JB started playing this one movie night. It quickly became very weird, and I loved it.

“A childless couple in rural Iceland make an alarming discovery one day in their sheep barn.”

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