#25
toast, Walt Whitman, & some Thelonious Monk
Welcome to the table.
A painting worth viewing:
Wheatfield with Partridge (1887) by Vincent Van Gogh
A poem worth pondering:
When I Heard the Learn’d Astromoner by Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Music worth listening to (on shuffle):
A quote worth noting:
“He who loses himself in his passion is less lost than he who loses his passion.”
St Augustine
Comic relief:
Odds & ends:
Books: Still reading bio of Margaret Thatcher! Also reading Strahan Coleman’s Thirsting and Nancy Pearcey’s Love Thy Body. GOOD STUFF.
Strahan Coleman has a Substack:
Wanna-be-chef: I don’t have any tips or recipes this time…but I do have a question: You’re about to eat toast. Is that toast going to be almond butter, peanut butter, OR buttered toast?
That’s all for now!
All my best,
Alexandra





I’m partial to old fashioned buttered toast!
Team butter!