(Alaric, king of the Visigoths) “Saturday, damn! What fun!” That was Splash, who walked up the path from the Fire Ring to the Bunk House, entering by the side door and into the warmth provided by the roaring fire in the wood stove in the corner. His parka was not dusted with snow, which would […]

So, Buck is a little different than the rest of the long-term Writer’s Section. He thinks we are funny artifacts of old conflicts. We view him as a breath of fresh air in his ability to tell us what going on in those Faculty Lounges that seem to be manufacturing a whole new history, economic […]

News this morning at The Farm was received under partly cloudy skies and a sun we had not seen in days. The external stuff featured alarming economic news, and the beginning of some major changes in US monetary policy. Behind it are competing information streams, both carefully managed between pro-anti positions in the Ukraine litany […]

Editor’s Note: DeMille asked us to think about what is going on. Some of this was compiled late yesterday- the time we did not know if there would be a US budget for the year halfway gone mated with the horrors on the digital flat-screen. The information narratives shifting overnight. This morning, inflation reported from […]

So, here we are in a world at war. At least one in Europe, with the tangible thought that the Chinese may be studying the lessons of Ukraine with an eye to Taiwan, and some sort of incomprehensible accommodation to the Iranian Mullahs in a desperate effort that will shave a few pennies from the […]

Goodness, what a morning! Here in the Piedmont there is a slow-motion struggle that is snagged in events overseas. The issue at this point, here anyway, is construction of two modest rectangular buildings on an equestrian property off Rt 3, just a couple miles from The Farm. There is an information campaign in progress about […]

We could reprise some of the excitement at The Farm about book publication. It had its moments, and some challenges for the days to come, but will spare you the trivia of the joys of rural publishing. Coming alive again with sufficient caffeine, it was a strange ambivalent morning in the Piedmont. Unusually warm, nearly […]