Twelfth season finale! And whew... we barely pulled this off. Looking forward to a break and, if I’m lucky, less talking, talking, and more listening to the wind, the water, the fire, and things that matter.

On the road again, we discuss what we’re leaving, where we’re going, and how the ecotone between the two has been treating us. And then... we talk about other things that I’m not remembering. I look forward to listening to this one myself!

Busy time for us, but here’s what we’ve got. How to be an anti-anti-anti-racist.

With the soft music of gumby’s abbreviated coughs and productive nose blowing in the background, we take you on a journey through Teresa’s gaulded a-hole into exploited children, Marxist perverts, hitchhiking red flags, Nazi Reading Hours for children, and spoilers on a couple of shows. Our time indoors continues. Leave your souls at the door.

We’ve been indoors for a week and we’re feeling all kinds of out-of-sorts so... I don’t even know what the hell we were trying to talk about for a lot of this episode. And that’s the kind of hot mess that this is. Enjoy!

We pick up where we left off two years ago with the buddha’s Great Departure from the kingdom in his quest for liberation, and end at his first great understanding of The Middle Way.

Broadcasting from our little cloud of stink, we celebrate signs of Spring, cycles within cycles within cycles, the Way of the Wasp, tire sandals, pine carpeting, frigging, Dun, coffee filters, and we sprinkle it all with a touch of Cedar Fever! Our mental bowel movement here is assisted by Andy Ward, Tom Brown Jr., Daniel Quinn, the Hairy Potter, Charlie Cheon, Samuel Thayer, Tom Elpel, Rufus, Rerun, Martin Lawrence, Albert Camus, Terrence K. Williams, the Kalahari Bushmen, Laurens van der Post, the CryptoNaturalist, and many others, and I’m sure they couldn’t all be prouder! Bing.

Doin’ some f$ckin’ spring cleanin’, y’all. Catharsis for the shadows in our souls... we purge, we f$cking puurrrgggge!

We’re surviving Imbolc. This week has sucked, y’all. This week sucks so much, if we’d put it to work at a truck stop we’d be rich. We celebrate Sherlocke’s birthday, remember T’s dad, Mike, and g’s mom, Nancy, discuss our whispering demons, and oh, here’s how to hard-boil eggs: Cover eggs with water, bring to a boil, remove from boil and let sit for 12 minutes, drain, then run eggs under cold water. Ta-daaa...

S’aponin, essays? What’choo want? We got quotes; we got William Shatner, Vernor Vinge, John Trudell... You like thinking? Or thinking about thinking? Well, we think about Fermi’s Paradox, chasing dreams, sarcasm, hell, we thinkin’ thoughts we never thunk before! No? Maybe you one ‘o them evil nerds inventing us into oblivion. Well we got ramblins for the Nerds of Hell too; we got the Singularity, EMPs, Forever Chemicals, we got deep fakes, Deep Voodoo, which all puts us in deep sh$t. And stick around till the end- we even gots Asian girls doing “bush craft” with their tiny hands after dark... listen now! Tom Waits for no man! We got a little something for ever’body and their half brothers!