Don't even think about it! I'm still not over losing the forever
beloved, my morning readings at American Digest. I am 70+ great
grandmother in S KY, raised among bible thumpers of Irish descent. How
different the Net is from when I first attempted navigating it, it was
wild open vast unrestricted and free range. I still remember typing in
John the Baptist and some old white bearded lone wolf guy out West
living alone in the desert in a ramshackle tin shed and his words for
living life fully filled my screen. I haven't been able to find him
since. Or the first time I tried shopping online, typing in-Toys-and
choosing the first site that popped up to see explicit Toys of a sexual
nature. Somehow between then and now I always end up at Feral Irishman
first thing every morning. I cannot explain how that happened, a feral
algorithm that should remain unmolested by the domesticated who want
everyone else house broken.
This was a comment on the 'Adieu' post from a fan in S. Ky.
I felt it was worth posting on it's on to see if any bloggers remember the blogger
"John The Baptist" that Great Granny is looking for?
Also Granny, if you do see this, it appears there is a site dedicated to American Digest
Here at NEWAMERICANDIGEST
It may not be the same but maybe you can find stuff you like.
Your humble host,
Irish
TNX - again and again
ReplyDeleteSalute , and as always - respect - for always being the same person when you've hit that keyboard . I was hit with a wave of melancholy myself when I read your farewell address . But , then , when it's time to move on it's your decision to make . If you really are spent maybe you could do like the Knuckledragger has done , cut back to one day a week .
ReplyDeleteJust make it Friday's!!!!
DeleteI did an AI search and it came up with the following, hope it helps.
ReplyDeleteI think the site you remember might be inspired by Edward Abbey, the famous desert writer (not literally named 'John the Baptist,' but often called a modern 'voice crying in the wilderness' like the biblical figure—his book even uses that phrase). He was an older, white-bearded guy who lived alone as a park ranger in the Utah desert in a simple house trailer (ramshackle vibe, kinda like a tin shed setup) in the 1950s, writing passionately about living life fully, embracing freedom, and enjoying the wild.
His big book Desert Solitaire (1968) reads like personal reflections/journal entries on desert living and philosophy. In the early internet days (mid-90s+), fans shared his essays, quotes, and stories on sites, which might've popped up if you searched 'John the Baptist' + desert hermit stuff due to the prophetic angle.
fwiw
ReplyDeleteI agree with Boron nd anonymous.
as a daily read for nearly 20 years, you are as much family, no. More family than my 8 & 10 year old Appalachian brothers mom gifted me with. You spoke to me daily. Them?
eh. Every month. or 2 or… nd always opposed to my views…
at 70+ years, I fully get ya.
if I may include myself,
we are dinosaurs nearing extinction level. the last of a dying breed. I don’t mean bummers or whatever slick term mainstream retards impose. I mean
good, solid, honest, humble, hard-working, decent, kind, generous, respectful, courteous, if not G-d fearing; at least reverential to G-d, nd on nd on.
part of a time when ALL of this was Normal, expected, Minimal requirements to be a welcome member of society.
I would sure have a big void inside of me when you “leave” for any reason, but I can only sympathize, support and encourage you my friend. Only you know your path.
I thank you for sharing so much of your very Life with me. never asking nor expecting anything in return.
just as I miss unherdable turtles nd remus nd others, I will miss you. While appreciating ALL you gave.
At any rate-
you be you.
I am sure we all support, understand nd appreciate you beyond words.
humbly,
Juan
I would bet money that was John Wells at The Field Lab. He died a couple years ago from Pancreatic cancer. https://thefieldlab.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteJ. I just got a backlog of blog reading. Thank you for that, makes sense that this is who granny is looking for.
DeleteCancer sucks, killed my Mom, Dad and a brother. Mom had pancreatic 40 years ago, lived 4 years. A very Christian woman, brother I lost said back then God wasn’t ready for her yet, he was right. Back then the docs gave you 6 months at best. Mom and brother were both in their mid 50’s when they departed for a better place and left me here with the assholes of the world.
Thanks again brother
Irish, you are a true man of the people. I like her ending phrase and can see it applied to all sorts of situations: unpopular and unapproved opinions; freedom to choose to live one's life; wanting to be left alone; stuff like that.
ReplyDelete"(Whatever is being suppressed) that should remain unmolested by the domesticated who want everyone else house broken."
Thank you for the link.
ReplyDeleteI still miss Gerard. I still have on my bucket list to visit The Name In the Stone, his namesake Uncle. Yes, I know it’s in New York City with pace picante sauce but some things just need to be seen in person. Mostly so I can pay my respects to all those great men whose names are in the stones.
ReplyDeleteI bought the book Neo put together mostly as a keepsake in remembrance of one of the greatest philosopher converts I have ever read.
God Speed Mr. Vanderleun.
Gerard was a pioneer and excellent host; I was honored to get an occasional response to a comment or post from him.
ReplyDeleteHere is his longtime friend's blog, and is one well worth a daily visit, that includes a published book of Gerard's works.
https://thenewneo.com/
Hey FI. Just found out you mentioned Gerard's follow-on site. Thanks for the mention. I'm not up to Gerard's style but it's a site intended to allow Gerard's followers to keep together.
ReplyDeleteDT of "newamericandigest.org"
I read "some old white bearded lone wolf guy out West living alone in the desert in a ramshackle tin shed" and immediately thought 'Unabomber'.
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