Quick Pickled Red Onions

 

This, dear friends, is why I am not a food blogger.  Note the recycled spaghetti sauce jar with the pieces of the label still on. See also the stained cutting board because I have no sponsorship deal with Clorox. Observe the improper staging because the stick of butter I have sitting on the counter to soften is sitting on the edge of the frame.

But if you find yourself with an abundance of red onion, the kindest thing you can do for both it and yourself is to quick pickle it.

I basically put a cup of red wine vinegar, a 1/3 cup of sugar, and a 1/4 teaspoon of salt in a pan to simmer and melt the sugar. Peel and thinly slice a red onion, then stuff the onion in a jar and cover with the hot brine. Let it cool to room temp, then refrigerate. They are good to eat within an hour but taste better after a couple of days.
I try to have a jar in the fridge for emergencies.

WHAT TO DO ON SPRING EQUINOX by Amy Schutzer

Compost this poem.
Take out all the words that remind you of winter,
words that slip frozen into the heart,
bare limbs of words that stick into the sky and shake.
Prune out dead wood;
rough ragged never gonna fruit,
done is done!
Pay attention to what is here,
not what isn’t.
Send your roots into another row or field or bed.
Mow. Rake up all the grass.
Layer, as if you’re expecting hail or a deep frost;
the end of winter is always unpredictable.
Add manure, plenty of manure
and call in the flies, the dung beetles, the worms.
Soon, there will be heat. Steam.
The pile will soften, break down, give in, let go.
Compost winter into spring,
take off those old clothes you’ve been wearing,
the despair like a hat on your head,
dig into the pile,
into the heat and the heart of what matters.
Plant your garden and remember, each year,
everything will be different;
compost what you can.

Life Is So Beautiful Reader Survey Results 2022

For the last three weeks, I surveyed the readers of Life Is So Beautiful, and I found out some interesting things.

As I said in this blog post, a friend who is a movie critic once told me that it’s the job of the critic to tell the artist what they are doing – that it’s the critic (or audience), for example, that decides whether a movie is sad, or inspiring. And since I believe all writing is a partnership between the writer and the reader, getting feedback from the reader is critical to my creative process.

So, I was excited to learn what I could from these survey results.

The first thing is, I suck at designing surveys. At least, I would if I were after quantitative data. But I’m more of a qualitative guy, myself – I want to know how something makes you feel. This is less useful for making quantitative decisions, as you can imagine.

Knowing that a reader in California feels less stressed after reading my newsletter on Monday mornings is good information that lets me know my messaging is working, but I can’t take that to an advertiser and use it to get sponsorships, say. But that’s OK, because all my projects are reader-supported, and I don’t take sponsorships.

The survey asked nine questions, which I have put below. Then I have written something about the results of each question, then I have a summary and what it means for the newsletter going forward.

1. The newsletter hits your inbox before lunch on Monday. When do you get around to reading it?

This was a multiple-choice question, and the options were:

  • Monday
  • When I get around to it
  • I deliberately save it to read later in the week.

Overwhelmingly, people either read it on Monday or just leave it in their inbox to read it when they can. Only 11.2% of respondents save it to read on a specific time later in the week.

I asked this question because, anecdotally, I had many people who told me they would save the email to read on Saturday or Sunday morning, to fully enjoy the links, which made me wonder if perhaps Monday was the wrong day to send a link-heavy email. But it seems like those people are fine, and a distinct, if vocal, minority of readers.

Of the remaining 88.8% of respondents, they were almost perfectly split between opening it on Monday, or just doing it when they got to it. It seems like Monday works – but more about this in a minute.

2. Assuming I was starting over, and you knew what you know now, what day of the week should I send the newsletter out?

This was a free-response question, so I got a lot of commentary, but overwhelmingly, people wanted it to remain on Monday. There were about 10 percent of dissenters, who would rather get it on a different day – Friday and Wednesday were the most common requests. From a nerdy point of view, I wonder how many people who would rather get it on Friday are the people who save it to read on the weekend. Regardless, it is obvious that Monday is the best day for most folks, and for those whom it isn’t, they find workarounds.

I loved the responses, however, and it’s obvious that Monday is a hard day for a lot of people, and they look forward to the email.

I got a lot of responses like:

It hits me at the perfect time – right after the boss has obsessively emailed me all the pile of crap he thinks is important this week and before I have to actually start producing any of it.

Mondays suck, and your newsletter makes them suck a little less.

I still like Monday.  Keeps the juices from Sunday flowing.  Makes Monday brighter.  Monday’s can tend to be blue for me.

I like receiving it on Mondays. Starting the work week (well, most people’s workweek, not mine) with your shot of hope? It’s an excellent antidote to the abounding bleakness.

3. Of the options listed below, what is your favorite part of the newsletter?

This was a multiple-choice option, and the choices were:

  • The opening quote or poem [An epigraph of sorts I include each week]
  • The picture [Sometimes a picture I took, but also sometimes a beautiful picture I found while surfing]
  • The short opening essay [Usually about 500 words, where I talk a bit about where I found beauty that week.]
  • The links to 5 beautiful things [The stated purpose of the newsletter: 5 beautiful things in your inbox every Monday]
  • The other misc. links [These links are usually links to things I’m working on, or books I’m reading, or, for example, this survey.]

The respondents were almost perfectly split between the opening essay and the links to 5 beautiful things.

Nobody voted for the opening quote or poem, or the picture, and 1 person (bless them!) voted for the other misc. links.

It doesn’t surprise me that so many people voted for the 5 beautiful things – that is, after all, the purpose of the newsletter. It does surprise me that fully 50% of readers rate the essay as more important to them than the links. This is counter-intuitive to me, and in the past, when in a hurry, I have just sent the links, skipping the essay. Apparently, this was a mistake. But more on this in the next question.

4. Of the options listed below, what is your LEAST favorite part of the newsletter?

Again, multiple-choice, and the options were the same as the previous question.

And as we look at this, I understand that least favorite is strong wording, but I wanted people’s gut reaction. And having looked at the data, one thing is clear: People hate the miscellaneous links.

57.5% of those who responded to this question chose misc. links as their least favorite part, while 35% chose either the opening quote or the picture. Far more people dislike the picture than the opening quote, however.

Luckily nobody chose the 5 links to beautiful things as their least favorite part, but six people who responded really don’t like the short essay.

This was useful as it lets me know what to spend time on. Finding quotes and pictures is a major time consumer for me, and not intuitive at all. Things like this make me wish I had asked these questions oh, say, six years ago.

5. What would you like to see me do differently?

Another open-ended question, and as you might expect, the answers were all over the place. Some people advocated for a day change, and others asked for more prose and fewer links, and yet others asked for more prose and commentary on the links.

I did get a fair amount of people who said they liked it just as it was, or some variation of they were OK with however I wanted to do it, which is nice and affirming. I also got some responses with good ideas (like embedding the videos in the email itself rather than making people link) that are not bad ideas and would make total sense if I were doing this as a stand-alone blog post, but that are difficult to do in email. However, some upcoming structure changes will make some of those things more possible (more about that later in this post).

Lots of affirming messages though, which are nice, and which my ego requires me to post samples of here.

Honestly, nothing–it’s the perfect balance of personal story while also encouraging us to see beauty in big things and small.

Sometimes a thing doesn’t need improved. You are helping us to be human and you do it well. Seeing and calling attention to beauty is your gift – just keep doing it.

I really love your writing. The things you observe and describe are beautiful in themselves, without any other links or content. Sometimes I click on a few of the links, but honestly, I wouldn’t stop reading if you included fewer or skipped them.

One pragmatic soul wrote, in what I assume was a show of support, “It is what it is. Keep on.”

Alrighty then.

6. What would you like to see more of? 

Another open question. More responses all over the place. Strong recurring votes came in for things like more content that isn’t US-centric, more book reviews or recommendations, and more commentary around the links themselves.

There were a few calls for more of my wring in general, but as close as we came to negativity in this survey was a near equal number of people who want me to say less and just share more links.

7. What age range do you fall in? 

More numbers!

It seems that 5% of you are under the age of 35, and 15% of you are over the age of 65. I don’t know that there is a lot to be learned from this – I would have predicted roughly the same thing. I happen to fall firmly in the middle of the age range of most of my readers, and since the folks who tend to read me are generally dealing with stuff – you don’t look for an antidote to an ugly world until you realize we live in an ugly world – it makes sense they would be older.

Some would say that my use of email as my primary delivery medium is a restricting factor – email not being as attractive to the under 30 set – which may be true, but I also maintain that when people get desk jobs, they get email, which also accounts for the drop off after age 65.

In short, it doesn’t surprise me that most of my readers are similar in age to me.

8. If you were going to describe this newsletter to a friend, what would you say?

I included this question because, as I said above, I wanted to know what the readers thought I was doing. As one might expect with an open-ended question, I got a lot of variation in the answers.

Among the 10 most common words used were:

  • beauty
  • world
  • things
  • life
  • beautiful
  • good

I feel good about all of that. (The image at the top of the post is a word cloud I generated from this question: The more often the word was used in a response, the larger it is in the image).

9. Anything you want me to know?

I included this question because I have learned that often the people asking the questions don’t ask the question I want to answer. So, I wanted to give people a place to say anything I wasn’t smart enough to ask.

This question didn’t really give me any actionable advice, but instead quickly turned into a lovefest. I was not prepared to hear so much praise, and my ego requires me to share a few examples with you:

Your willingness to look at and name the brokenness around us, and to share your struggle to continue living into hope, faith, and love have made me feel less alone in my own struggles. There have been many times I thought I was the only one who saw or felt something, and then you named it. Thank you.   

I really do enjoy reading your stories and your outlook on things. You are honest and I appreciate that in you. Sometimes I don’t agree with you but then as I read I see things through your eyes and it shows me a different way to look at things. I love that. Thank you.

This last year was a very stressful one, for personal reasons as well as the worldwide crises we all had to deal with. Unfortunately, things seem to be getting even worse. Your newsletter is very important to me as it frequently helps to let me find hope when I think all hope is lost. Thank you! 

Yours is one of the very few newsletters where I will often actually read all the way through it.

I love this newsletter!

I’m so glad I’m able to be part of your community. You’re influencing and helping people that you’ll maybe never know about — but that does nothing to diminish your impact. Thank you for putting yourself out there for us. Sending lots of gratitude and positive thoughts for you and your family and friends.

I appreciate the work you do on this. I share it with friends who need something positive to hold on to.

So, what does this all mean?

It was overwhelming that people really want a short essay and 5 links, preferably with more commentary around the links, so that is the direction I will be going. I’m also simplifying the format by eliminating the photo and epigraph quote. It’s obvious they don’t provide a lot of value, and so there is no point in spending the energy on them if relatively nobody wants them.

It’s also obvious that nobody – I mean nobody! – wants the extra links I have been including, such as personal updates or recommended books, or so on. I will be moving those to the Friday, more personal, newsletter whenever possible.

Another thing that has come up in the comments was the diverse ways people interact with the links – some folks (who are far more organized than I am) build a playlist of the videos and watch them on the weekend, some say they never watch the videos. Others say they want more pictures and diversity in the links, others say they never rarely even click the links.

In short, what I got from it was to have a diverse set of links each week – some videos, some photos, some short reads, and so on, with a bit more commentary and context than I have been doing. So expect me to be moving in that direction going forward.

In the weeks to come, there will also be some upcoming changes to the infrastructure of the newsletter. For one thing, I’m changing platforms, from Mailchimp to Ghost, which will give more of a web-based ecosystem, rather than just being an email newsletter. If you subscribe to any Substack newsletters, it will be very similar to that, although there are numerous reasons I don’t want to use Substack (which I will go into in another post).

Practically, this won’t change anything for you – you will still get it in your inbox just like now, but there will also be a web version, an RSS feed, and a searchable archive. The new system will also have comments available on the web version of the newsletter. In short, it will be a much more interactive experience for those who want that. It will also allow me to do some things to improve the service levels I can provide to the subscribers and readers.

In short, I hope that whatever you have liked about this newsletter, the new version will be just like that, only more so. I love this project, and I love that it is meaningful to so many people. And as always, I remain grateful to the Patrons who make it all possible.

 

 

After You Die

AFTER YOU DIE

by Marva Lee Weigelt

Just so you know
after you die
I will not wonder
why you didn’t do
your dishes or
how long it’s been
since you
cleaned your
oven or microwave or
mopped your floors
or why there were
dust bunnies under
the bed and
behind the door

After you’re gone
I will not wonder
how you could
have allowed the
piles of old mail to
accumulate or
why you saved so
many bits and pieces
of this and that or
why you weren’t
more goal-oriented and
well-organized or
why your refrigerator
contained so many
expired condiments

When you are
absent from all your
familiar places
I vow to avoid wondering
why you didn’t
eat less and
exercise more or
why you waited so
long to stop smoking
or drinking or
whatever else was
simultaneously
soothing and
deadly or
why you took
whatever risk may
seem to have hastened
your exit or why
you left so much unsaid
unfinished or
unresolved

I will only wonder
if you knew how much
you mattered to me
just as you are
as you were when we
met in our temporary
human disguises and
laughed in the
dressing room of the
world at how funkily
our skin suits fit
at times

I will wonder and
hope you knew
you were beloved

I will wonder when
we last hugged
and whether you
felt how our
heartbeats
converged
and our bellies
bumped like boats
and then we
both sighed

Livetweeting the Apocalypse

I came across this poem on Tumbler, apparently written by Tumblr user herrsassyfras, whose site is no longer active.

Damn. This is so good and captures literally everything I love about the social net.

Livetweeting the Apocalypse

“Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse,” you say, and you laugh
You mean it as an insult, and I understand,
Or you don’t
because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible
You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes”
Because we would.
It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth
to document it’s end the best way we know
and if that means a second by second update
of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters
so be it.
It would mean a second by second update of
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Are you all right?”
“Stay close”
“Be brave”
It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another,
Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh.
So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’
Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire,
had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Don’t forget me”
Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?

A Person of Limited Palette by Ted Kooser

A Person of Limited Palette

I would love to have lived out my years
in a cottage a few blocks from the sea,
and to have spent my mornings painting
out in the cold, wet rocks, to be known
as “a local artist,” a pleasant old man
who “paints passably well, in a traditional
manner,” though a person of limited
talent, of limited palette: earth tones
and predictable blues, snap-brim cloth cap
and cardigan, baggy old trousers
and comfortable shoes, but none of this
shall come to pass, for every day
the possibilities grow fewer, like swallows
in autumn. If you should come looking
for me, you’ll find me here, in Nebraska,
thirty miles south of the broad Platte River,
right under the flyway of dreams.

Walking

Over the pandemic, I’ve been walking a lot. Well, I was up until the middle of December, when I got a membership at a gym with a pool. Now I swim most days. It’s easier on the joints and hits that sweet spot of low-intensity exercise that my nearly 50-year-old bones thrive on, which has led to making me much healthier these days.

But this morning I went for a walk. We are having a cold snap here – 40ish today, with lows in the 20’s tonight, but it’s bright and clear and the sky is that sort of blue that would cause a poet to write. So I went walking.

Because I’m not a poet.

Despite not really walking these last few months, the swimming seems to have kept my fitness levels where they were. My joints were unhurt, my breathing unaffected, my pace unaltered.

And it’s my favorite time of year in Mississippi – the azaleas are blooming, the daffodils are in full swing, the birds are happy.

And so am I.

Yet another blog?

I have a blog. And a newsletter. Actually, I have two newsletters.

And I like all of them.

But what I don’t have – at least, not really – is a place to put things.

It’s become more and more obvious that Facebook is garbage. I don’t trust them to not delete my account, to not mute my voice, to not be trashy.

So, this is an old-school blog. No essays. No pretty images.

There needs to be a place for things that don’t fit anywhere else.

You know. For the leftovers.