HeyJaredIronogeist
Curated memoirs, poetry, philosophy, & religion. Our present humanities.
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Dr. Grambrose’s Lyrical Apothecarium (opens the original)
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For a Sunday, early afternoon: a reflection & a collection of lyrics to elixir well the soul. Best taken with a just-warm cup of black coffee and a salty confection; and, if passion is your fruit, a shot of whiskey or gin to boot. To be read slowly and wondered about, ideally while reclined in the sunlight, or otherwise outdoors.A big, dark fern, a pine tree that exudes its heavy scent treefully, a woman who knows which mushrooms to pick. A dog that I suspect might be an angel.Father’s cassock i
Harboring anti-LinkedIn sentiments lately (opens the original)
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The principal of it allAt day 61 of no nicotine, my mind is experiencing profound changes in how it operates on a day-to-day basis, chief of which is my rediscovered capacity for total boredom; a boredom akin to that of a 10 year old on a hot summer’s day. I’ve found myself genuinely just… standing around, and last week I stared out of a window for an hour. Video games and other video media have not been scratching my itch. Neither Minecraft, nor Counter-Strike 2, nor Substack, nor movies & TV.
I Ingested An Entire Baseball’s Worth of Nicotine (opens the original)
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My last drag of a cigarette (namely, a fresh, sweet-smelling, lovely, and disgusting American Spirit Blue) was on Monday, July 13, 2026 at 11:00 pm CST. 40 days, 13 hours, and 48 minutes ago at the time of writing this. I’m in a relative deficit of 1,140mg (1.14g) of nicotine. Here’s how it went down.In that moment of my last drag, half-assing puffs on the porch with my friend Phil in company (who was enjoying pipe tobacco), I had no idea that it would be my last, my last last, my final last, bu
The Eucharist Tasted Like Flesh Today (opens the original)
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It turns out, everything is what it seems to be; but, everything seems to be mysterious. I’m at an impasse. I have my answer, but nothing has repositioned. Only I have.This morning at Divine Liturgy, the Eucharist tasted like flesh. Albeit briefly, but powerfully enough to fully notice — like noticing a bee fly right near your face. An appropriate simile for a moment of stinging conscience, as it were.I approached the holy chalice, opened my mouth, and seemed to have eaten the entire cosmos off
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