§ I’ve written and published a post like this every week since December 10th, 2022 which makes this my 150th weeknote.
While each individual entry might be inconsequential on its own, I already find value in the archive collectively as a sort of public memory. My sense is that this value will only increase over time as my distance from the oldest notes grows.
The public nature of this project means that I am inevitably less brutally candid than I would be if this were a private diary. However, the truth is that public accountability is the main driving force that ensures I publish this every week. These are the tradeoffs.
§ Caroline and I spent the weekend pruning and harvesting, cleaning up the garden for the fall.
I did not expect the vibrant array of pinks and purples we would find when we popped open the mature scarlet runner bean pods. We cooked them (thoroughly!) and ate them for lunch.
§ I finally got the chance to try fully ripe maypop fruit. I’ve been growing the plant for a couple of years but have always picked the fruit too early and it’s been fragrant but very bitter. It turns out, when it’s actually ripe the fruit is genuinely great, like a super sweet candy apple combined with banana.
§ I finished Twin Peaks: The Return. Setting aside the final two episodes, I’m tempted to say that it might be the best season of the show overall. This could easily be influenced by the fact that it is still so fresh in my memory. I’ll have to let it sit for a bit. I have a feeling that it is going to be a piece of media I revisit often.
§ I also finished the first volume of Knausgaard’s massive six-book autofiction series. It really shouldn’t be good but it is in a particular almost hypnotic sort of way. I ultimately enjoyed it a lot although not quite as much as his Morning Star series. I particularly appreciate the context it provides—it’s clear that many of the characters Knausgaard inserts into his fiction are based off of members of his friends and family.
Now I’m onto part two.
§ On Saturday Caroline and I visited Frayed Knot’s open house. It is a three-acre flower farm run by the same folks that organized the paper making workshop we attended a couple of weeks ago. So many dahlias and zinnias. Cute.
