I notice, when the season for it comes around again, that the word we have for the evening is only a word for a crowd, celebrare, the verb the old language kept for the act of thronging, of pressing in great numbers toward a thing until the thing itself is
I met Carl Jung 65 years ago in a classroom, and I left him there. I want to be fair about it. He didn’t make much of a first impression. He was assigned, which is the worst thing that can happen to a writer, and he came stapled to
This is the new plan. It will take us a few days to implement it. I'm planning on Saturday. Please have patience and we'll deliver. What I'm About Joe Zeigler writes Burnt Ground. He is 80. He spent decades building software companies and watching
Burnt Ground turned a year old, and a year leaves numbers. Faith and Rachael have been reading them while I wasn't looking, and the numbers said something I needed to hear. I have been publishing wrong. Mornings, never Thursday. Turns out Thursday is when you show up, more
money, politics, and a nation in crisis
I was raised on a simple deal. A correct answer gets an A. A wrong answer gets an F. There is no third grade, no partial credit for sincerity. The bridge holds or it drops into the river, and the river does not care how you felt about the load
The machine needs people who can look at the engine without flinching. The United States does not lack for opinion. It lacks for sight. Every platform is a crowded room of people screaming to be validated, mistaking volume for gravity. Then someone steps up who understands that a well-placed
of a shameful system Start with the shame, because you must understand the floor before you understand the basement. The United States spends more on medicine than any country that has ever existed. In 2024 it ran past fifteen thousand dollars a head, near eighteen percent of everything the country
We are not free. We are comfortable. There is a difference, and most of us have spent our lives making sure we never notice it. J.B. Priestley had an idea I have carried around so long the words have come unstuck from the page. People, he thought, are perfectly
