Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Loaves of gold

(Not to be confused with "Leaves of gold.")

Wherever these bread syncs are going, the sync fairies seem intent on connecting all the dots.

In my April 11 post "A loaf of bread is dear," I logged a sync in which I had pasted the Chinese phrase 一條(麵包) , "a loaf (of bread)," into a document at exactly the same moment that a guest on a political podcast I was listening to said "a loaf of bread." She was saying that a loaf of bread was really expensive now due to inflation, and I connected that with a dream I'd had years ago about a Russian phrase meaning "bread is dear" or "bread is expensive."  I also wrote quite a bit about the Chinese measure word 條, which means "loaf" in connection with bread but is used more generally for many different long thin objects.

On April 15, I posted "Bread is gold." I had happened upon a book with that title and connected it with the idea of bread being "dear."

Today, April 16, I was teaching an adult EFL class. In order to illustrate and reinforce a grammar point I had just covered, about the use of the past continuous, we read a story about some burglars who robbed every apartment in a building while all the tenants were out, and it said what each tenant had been doing at the time of the robbery. Afterward, there was a speaking exercise where the students had to role-play the tenants talking to the police:


The story said what each person had been doing at the time of the robbery, but it didn't say what the burglars had taken from each apartment, so the students were free to make up whatever details they wanted. Most had the burglars take predictable things like jewelry, electronics, and cash, but one woman raised her hand and said, "Excuse me, how do you say 金條 in English?"

金條 means "gold bullion bar." The first character, 金, means "gold," and you may recognize the second, 條, as the one discussed in my April 11 post, which means "loaf" among other things.

So the April 11 post linked 條 to bread; the April 15 post linked bread to gold; and today's post links gold back to 條.

Monday, April 15, 2024

The Bread Cult

I'm not sure how it got started -- I s'pect it just grow'd -- but sometime in my early teens, the idea of a Bread Cult became current in my circle of friends. This was a fictional organization -- there was never any attempt to found it or to pretend that it actually existed -- and yet there was never any fiction written about it, either. Bread Cultists did put in a few appearances as antagonists in our D&D games, but the Cult was already an established idea by then. Everyone knew what the Bread Cult was, just as everyone knew what orcs were. It was just a free-floating shared idea.

The Bread Cult worshiped bread, and their slogan was, appropriately enough, "Bread: Worship It." Their symbol was originally a rising sun over a loaf of bread, but later the sun was replaced with a skull as the Cult's image took a darker turn. This slogan and iconography were popular subjects for doodling.

The darker turn I mentioned was partly my mother's fault. She once saw or overheard something about people "worshiping bread" and thought it was about the soft rock band from the seventies, fronted by David Gates, which none of us kids had ever heard of. She apparently found Bread intolerably sentimental and gooey and summarized their music as "I found the diary underneath the tree and threw up."

That line quickly became incorporated into the legend of the Bread Cult: The Cult had been a secret society whose very existence was unsuspected for centuries until someone happened to find Minutes of the Bread Cult under a tree, read a few pages, and promptly threw up all over it. No one knew how these very secret Minutes came to be under a tree in the first place -- there were various theories -- and about the content of the Minutes no one dared even speculate. The vomit-soaked book had become illegible and could not be salvaged, and the vomiter took his secret to the grave. Anyway, whatever it was, it was obviously something unspeakably foul.

The only publicly known ceremony of the Bread Cult was innocuous enough, though: the Bread Exchange. The Cult maintained a detailed list of exchange rates for various types of bread -- telling you how many slices of whole-wheat toast could be exchanged for how many buttermilk biscuits and so on -- and once a year all the Cultists would convene, exchange bread with one another, and go home.

One of the stranger rumors surrounding the Cult was that they were secretly behind a Sesame Street-themed toy from Playskool called Busy Poppin' Pals, and that every detail of its design held esoteric significance for initiates.


My best friend's little brother happened to own this very toy, but not being initiates ourselves, we were never able to decode its secret meaning.

Bread is gold

On April 11, I posted "A loaf of bread is dear," mentioning that "expensive" is one of the meanings of dear. Today I ran across this in the English section of a used bookstore in Taichung:

Quantum physics is like a big loaf of bread

There’s a site called Clickhole that was very funny (and occasionally prophetic) for a while many years ago, but then became stupid and lame and stayed that way for a very long time. Many such cases. Today I decided out of the blue to check it, just on the off chance that it had got its mojo back.

I clicked on an article, dated April 11, 2024, called “5 Ways We Could Explain Quantum Physics That Wouldn’t Be Right, But Might Be Interesting.” The third of the Five Ways is this:

3. Quantum physics is like a big loaf of bread.

Imagine a big loaf of bread. Now imagine that loaf of bread is nearby. That’s quantum physics. If it’s not, don’t get mad at us. We’re doing our best.

So, yeah, still a bit stupid and lame. But synchronistically interesting, as April 11, 2024, is also the date of my own post “A loaf of bread is dear.”

Sunday, April 14, 2024

A Prince of the Family

I dreamed that I was in some sort of public place when I heard a chorus of disembodied female voices announce, “And now you’re a Prince of the Family!” Then they all started laughing. I laughed, too, because it was such a funny idea. Nevertheless, it was true: I was a Prince of the Family and had better start walking like one — which turned out to mean moonwalking like Michael Jackson.

As I was moonwalking down the street, I passed a sidewalk cafe, and an old man using a laptop waved and nodded in a perfunctory way. I recognized him as the Mormon historian Dan Vogel. I thought about stopping to chat but didn’t want to stop moonwalking.

A bit later, I noticed to my deep embarrassment that there was a small tattoo on my right forearm: two circles, one larger than the other, each with several dots inside, plus a few other dots outside the circles. My first impression was that they looked like poorly drawn chocolate-chip cookies. I knew people were bound to notice the tattoo and ask me about it, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember when I had gotten it or why, or what it was supposed to mean.

“I can’t be out in public like this,” I said to myself. “I look like a tool.” (Moonwalking down a public street is one thing, but doing so with a tattoo?)

“Yes!” said the chorus of voices. “Like a perfect tool!” Then they again devolved into giggles. I had the impression that they meant the word in a portentous “instrument in the hands of God” sort of way but were simultaneously mocking that idea.

I’m not entirely sure the voices were human. They had that weird too-bright quality one associates with Grays.

Elvis among the Nazi gamers

This morning I checked a certain website (the kind you can go to prison for reading in Australia), which was invariably described as “neo-Nazi” in the press back when the press was still allowed to mention it, which takes its name from a paleo-Nazi newspaper, and which is associated with a “gamer forum.” I found that the header image, which changes from time to time, had been changed to Elvis Presley’s mugshot. A sidebar image which had gone unchanged for years — a message expressing solidarity with U.S. political prisoner Douglass Mackey — had also been replaced with a photo of Elvis.

In the afternoon, I read a bit in Robert Rankin’s 1996 novel Nostradamus Ate My Hamster, which I recently downloaded for complex psychological reasons. One of the characters is recounting a trip he took in a time-traveling Nazi flying saucer. He finds himself in a futuristic London which has been taken over by time-traveling Nazis. He first tries and fails to find a newspaper (a Nazi newspaper) to ascertain the date. Failing that, he decides to explore a shop which sells advanced video-game equipment:

“. . . Russell, you should have seen the gear they had. Computer games like you wouldn’t believe. Holographic stuff. Kids were in there playing them, sitting on little chairs, but they didn’t have those silly virtual reality helmets on, they were right in the middle of the games they were playing, spaceships whizzing past them, laser beams going everywhere. And that’s when I saw him.”

“Saw who?”

“Elvis,” said Bobby Boy.

This Elvis turns out to be a computer-generated hologram, but I still thought it was a fairly impressive coincidence: Nazis, newspapers, video games, and Elvis.

Thursday, April 11, 2024

A loaf of bread is dear

When I'm doing some tedious task that doesn't require much brainpower, I sometimes like to listen to something in the background. This morning I was preparing a glossary for some of my students, adding Chinese glosses to a fairly long list of English words. While doing this, I was listening to something YouTube had suggested and I had randomly clicked on: Tucker Carlson interviewing Tulsi Gabbard. This is not at all the type on content I ordinarily consume, politics just not being my shtick, but for whatever reason today I thought "why not" and clicked on it:


I was using a school computer which is set up, for the convenience of my Taiwanese employees, to use Mandarin Phonetic Symbols for typing in Chinese. I'm pretty proficient in that typing system, but I can type Chinese much faster if I can use the Roman alphabet. Since Google Translate accepts Hanyu Pinyin (Romanized) input for Chinese, I often type Chinese that way into Google Translate and then copy and paste it to the document I want it in. One of the words I had to gloss this morning was loaf, so I typed 一條(麵包) -- literally "a loaf (of bread)." The parenthetical note was necessary because 一條 by itself literally means "a strip" and is the measure word used for all sorts of long thin things such as ropes and rivers, but also for bread (when counted by the loaf), fish, and for some reason dogs. (In Chinese, you generally can't use a number with a noun directly; instead of "a pen" or "two dogs" you have to say literally "a branch of pen" or "two strips of dog.")

I typed that, copied it, and pasted it into my document -- and at exactly that moment, Tulsi said "a loaf of bread." I don't mean a second or two later; we're talking about perfect simultaneity (which is of course the literal meaning of synchronicity). I pressed Ctrl-V, and 一條(麵包)appeared in my document while Tulsi Gabbard helpfully read out the English translation. She was talking about inflation; here's the immediate context:

You know, a loaf of bread is three times more expensive today than it was six months ago, or a year ago.

I considered posting about the sync but at first decided not to. As impressive as the form of the sync had been, the content -- just "a loaf of bread" -- was about as boring as it gets.

That made me stop and think, though, if "a loaf of bread" might have any deeper significance, and I remembered that the word loaf had been featured in my 2011 post "Dreaming in a forgotten language." I had dreamed about having a student recite a Greek prayer which was known as the Chliep Doroch because it was with those two words -- meaning "Dear Lord" -- that the Greek text of the prayer began. Upon waking, I of course realized that that wasn't Greek at all and tried to figure out if there was any linguistically plausible way of torturing the meaning "Dear Lord" out of it.  One of my speculations was that chliep was "perhaps cognate with the Old English hlaf -- as in hlafweard, 'loaf-guard,' from which our modern word lord is derived."

Eventually, I realized that the phrase from the dream was obeying the rules of Russian phonology, and looking it up as Russian (the "forgotten language" of my title) yielded a near bull's-eye: хлеб дорог, literally "bread is dear" -- and хлеб and related Slavic words for "bread" are generally held to derive from a Germanic loan-word, related to loaf and this indirectly to lord.

I also noted in that 2011 post something directly relevant to Tulsi Gabbard's "loaf of bread" reference:

The Russian word for "dear," like its English equivalent, can mean either "beloved" or "expensive." A Google search for "хлеб дорог" turns up David Ricardo in translation: "не потому хлеб дорог, что платится рента, а рента платится потому, что хлеб дорог" -- "Corn is not high because a rent is paid, but a rent is paid because corn is high."

The post further noted that хлеб дорог could also mean "bread of the roads." That caught my eye in connection with today's sync because in Chinese, roads are one of the many long thin things to take the measure word 條. That is, in Chinese "a road" -- 一條路 -- is literally "a 'loaf' of road." (You can put "a loaf of road" into Google Translate to confirm this.)

Writing this post, which necessitated the explanation that a loaf of bread is literally a "strip" of bread in Chinese, made me think of the Pipkins episode I discussed in my 2022 post "Michael the glove puppet and X the Owl" and revisited in several subsequent posts:


Due to the influence of William Wright, I tend to connect the word strip with the Stripling Warriors these days. In the Pipkins episode, Pig explains that soldiers are thin strips of bread:

Boiled egg and soldiers! Oh, I love boiled egg and soldiers! Do you know what soliders are, apart from being men in the army? Well, they are little thin strips of bread and butter, and they are smashing for dipping into your egg. Oh, I love boiled egg and soldiers!

It was this "strips of bread" angle that made me think of Pipkins, but it turns out to be relevant in another way, too. The name of the episode is "The Glove Puppet," and the story is about how Hartley Hare uses a glove puppet named Michael to "be naughty" -- including stealing one of Pig's soldiers -- always blaming the puppet for the misdeeds rather than accepting responsibility himself.

Now look back at that Tucker Carlson video. The full title is "Tulsi Gabbard on Being Trump's VP, Who's Puppeteering Biden, and Corruption in Congress."

Besides this implication that Biden is himself a "glove puppet," there's also a bit where Tulsi says:

People like Hillary Clinton call me a traitor and a Russian asset or a puppet of Putin.

Here the idea of puppetry is neatly juxtaposed with Russian -- the language of хлеб дорог.


Note added (same day, 10:30 p.m.):

The thumbnail for the Tucker and Tulsi video shows a Venn diagram with a red circle on the left and a blue one on the right:


In "Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head," on of my 2022 follow-ups to the Pipkins "Glove Puppet" post, I included this tweet:

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Shroud of Turin syncs

Last night I read not one but two references to (what I thought was) the Shroud of Turin in The Peyote Dance by Antonin Artaud -- not the sort of thing you expect in a French artist's tales of his travels in Mexico.

And an impression of the true face of Christ was shown them [the Tarahumara Indians], the same one that was imprinted on the veil of St. Veronica in the march toward Golgotha; and after mysteriously conferring, the priests of Tutuguri came and told me that this was indeed his face, and that it was in this form that the Son of God had once appeared to the ancestors of their fathers (p. 73).

[It] is He, the Word of God, whom the Tarahumara worship, as I was able to observe in the Rite of Tutuguri which takes place exactly at the rising of the Sun. And they themselves recognized this and told me so when two impressions of the Face of Christ were shown them. One on the Veil of Saint Veronica, the other on an Image taken at another moment of His Passion, and in which His True Face is perfectly recognizable (p. 97).

Looking it up now, for this post, I find that the Veil of Veronica is actually distinct from the Shroud of Turin, though they obviously have a lot in common. Each is a cloth on which the True Face of Jesus is supposed to have been imprinted by supernatural means.

Shortly after reading the above references in Artaud, I checked a few blogs and read Laeth's April 4 post "The Storyteller," a short story about a man who sells fake relics, making up fanciful stories about them in order to attract buyers. One of these apparently turns out to be the Shroud of Turin or some similar relic: "a piece of cloth, stained with blood and with a clear imprint of a face." The storyteller gets the idea of telling the story that "the cloth was the burial shroud of the son of the highest god" but hesitates, thinking it is "usually safer to go with lesser gods, smaller saints, more trivial personages." Later, not to spoil too much of the story, an angel informs him that "this time what you imagined is the real story, that is indeed the cloth which covered the body of our lord Jesus of Nazareth."

Today, for fairly random reasons (following a trail of links beginning with an article on a controversial psychotherapy technique I had heard mentioned in passing), I started reading the 1996 novel Nostradamus Ate My Hamster by Robert Rankin, an author I have never read or even really heard of before. In the opening pages, we are introduced to a pagan bartender whose regular customers have made it a tradition to give him "trinkets of a Christian nature" as Christmas presents every year as a sort of running joke. Going by the examples given, these trinkets mostly turn out to be fake relics of the sort featured in Laeth's story, including one with the image from the Shroud of Turin:

Last year he had received, amongst other things, a full-length bath towel, printed with the image of The Turin Shroud, which did little to enhance the post-tub rub down; several more nails from the true cross, that didn't match any of the others he already had in his drawer; an aftershave bottle containing the Virgin's tears and a genuine piece of Mother Kelly's Doorstep (this from a dyslexic).

(I don't get the joke about a dyslexic giving him a piece of Mother Kelly's Doorstep. Anyone care to enlighten me?)

After that, I checked William Wright's blog, which makes frequent reference to relatively obscure Tolkien characters, wondering if Túrin Turambar might happen to put in an appearance, but no dice.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

The veil is thin near Erie, PA

I dreamed that there was an invisible interdimensional wall running along the north side of Interstate 90 in the United States, the purpose of which was to keep our world separate from alternate realities. However, near the city of Erie, Pennsylvania, there was a small gap in this wall, making it easy for a careless person to slip through into another universe, or to encounter something that had slipped through into ours. I was listening to something on the radio about a particular meditation technique or something, and they included a warning: “But do be careful attempting this if you happen to live near Erie, PA.”

My old home in what is now Hell Hollow Wilderness Area in Ohio is about an hour west of Erie. Erie is also in the path of the upcoming solar eclipse.

Vox forgot to knock on wood

April 3, 2024 — Biggest quake in 25 years hits Taiwan. Vox Day posts that this is clearly no more a coincidence than if a tsunami were to hit New York City.

April 5, 2024 — Biggest quake in a century hits New York City.

It’s not a tsunami, and “biggest in a century” is still small potatoes in as seismically inert an area as the Big Apple. Still, I’m calling that one hell of a coincidence.

Balrogs, oxymorons, and secret Jew tunnels

In the course of writing yesterday's post "Thoughts on the murder of Laban," I looked up an old Corbin Volluz essay on the topic from 2013. The essay is hosted on the Rational Faiths website and prominently features this image:


A balrog is an odd choice of illustrations. The Hamlet quote in the title refers to a spirit which appears to be the prince's father but may in fact be the devil in disguise. Its relevance to the Nephi story is that the spirit that tells Nephi to kill Laban, which Nephi apparently takes to be the Spirit of the Lord, may similarly be the devil in disguise. Well, there's nothing "in disguise" about that balrog! No one's going to look at that and say, "Hmmm, upon careful consideration, I think there's a possibility that this may actually be a devil."

Since I'm not really familiar with Rational Faiths, I clicked their "About" page -- which was not written by Corbin Volluz -- while I was there. It’s a FAQ in which most of the answers are meme images, including this one:


What had reminded me of Corbin Volluz's existence was a recent Ward Radio video complaining about his "Mormon Sunday School" podcast. This led me to said podcast, of which I had been unaware, and I found that in one of the episodes he reads out his whole 2013 Nephi and Laban essay:


Oddly, this episode also includes a fairly lengthy bit about oxymorons, in which he feels it necessary to explain what an oxymoron is:

So the lesson manual itself ended up giving what I think may be the oxymoron of the year, and if this holds that would be amazing to hit oxymoron of the year when you're still in January and you're only on lesson two. We'll see if it remains oxymoron of the year in the manual. . . . As you probably know, the definition of an oxymoron is a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction, and this is what I'm talking about and referring to.

This language -- oxymoron of the year already, and it's only January -- reminded me of similar statements that appeared on /pol/ this January about the secret Jew tunnel story. Several people said that the video clip of an Orthodox Jew emerging from a sewer like a Ninja Turtle was a strong contender for meme of the year even though it was only January.

Then last night I did some reading in Courtney Brown's Remote Viewing. On page 615 I read, "Nothing is 'set in stone,' so to speak" -- very close to the oxymoron meme from Rational Faiths -- which was followed a few pages later by an oxymoron, highlighted with scare quotes, about how "a lively debate 'quietly rages' in academia."

Then this morning I checked the Babylon Bee and found this:


See, that secret Jew tunnel story is so inherently funny that even the Babylon Bee, which has a Jewish CEO, is still using it months later. And that balrog image is extremely similar to the one used in the Corbin Volluz essay.

Balrogs of course come from the works of J. R. R. Tolkien. The name Tolkien -- related to the modern English dull-keen -- has the same etymological meaning as oxymoron ("sharp-stupid"), and it is for this reason that Tolkien once signed a poem with the pseudonym Oxymore.

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Remote viewing's implications for the Book of Mormon

Over at my Book of Mormon blog, I try to apply my own remote-viewing experience, and that of Courtney Brown, to the production of the Book of Mormon, in "The snail on the roof, the Lincoln Memorial, and the translation of the Book of Mormon."

No, the earthquake wasn’t a weapon!

I’m not exactly allergic to conspiracy theories, but this one is just silly. Vox Day has written that the recent quake in Taiwan was “A Warning to Taipei” from Beijing. Given the geopolitical context — tensions between the two One Chinas are high, as they often are — “This is no more an act of nature than . . . a tidal wave that just happened to hit Manhattan would be one.”

The thing is, Taiwan lies on a plate boundary, where quakes are a regular occurrence, and this one is not even remotely comparable to tsunami hitting New York City. It hit near Hualien on the east coast, the most sparsely populated (and least militarily important) part of the whole island, which is why the death toll was only 9 — as opposed to 2,400 when a quake of comparable magnitude struck the central region in 1999. If a 7.3 was going to hit Taiwan — as the laws of geology decree must happen from time to time — this was the least-bad place for it to hit. Still a tragedy for those affected, of course, but overall the Taiwanese feel lucky, not threatened.

I guess Vox’s logic is that this is a warning shot, that China is demonstrating its quake-causing powers in a low-casualty region first, with the implied threat that Taipei is next unless the Taiwanese fall in line? But such a threat would only work if the quake were widely understood to be a Chinese attack, which it certainly is not. If your show of force is so cleverly disguised as a natural phenomenon that no one has any reason to doubt that it is a natural phenomenon, it loses all efficacy as a show of force.

Vox’s only argument for the quake being artificial is the amazing “coincidence” of its happening at a time when cross-strait tensions are somewhat high. But cross-strait tensions are usually high. That’s not a coincidence at all.

If China really was trying to make a subtle threat, it was too subtle for its own good. No one in Taiwan perceived this as an attack, and no one will change their political behavior in response to it.

Wednesday, April 3, 2024

We were not harmed by the earthquake.

The massive quake that just his eastern Taiwan has been all over the news, so I just wanted to let everyone know that we here in the western part of the country are fine. There was some pretty vigorous shaking even here -- the biggest tremors I've experienced in my 20 years on the island -- but no one I know was injured, and there was no serious damage to my home or place of business.

Those less fortunate, on the east coast, are in my prayers.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Chips, chips, and Franz Ferdinand

When I posted "Chips, clips, and the eclipse" -- in which I mention dreaming of a large metallic "chip" -- someone using the handle "The man who mistook himself for an Oliver Sacks book" left the comment "Chips, chips, I dream of you!" with a link to a video of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing to a song that's mostly in Italian but has a recurring English line about dreaming of -- uh, "chips," I guess.


I'm sure this song is familiar to persons more cultured than myself, and that there is some perfectly rational explanation for the sudden appearance of chips in the lyrics.

This new theme of songs that improbably romanticize potato-based snack foods  made me think of the Franz Ferdinand song "Jacqueline," with the line, "Oh, but for chips and for freedom, I could die."


Back in 2004, I was at a party where some girl I met gave me unsolicited burned copies of two CDs: the eponymous Franz Ferdinand (incorrectly sharpied as Darts of Pleasure, which is the name of one of the tracks) and XO by the then recently deceased Elliott Smith. I gave them both a few listens but failed to become a fan of either act. It's probably been well over a decade since I've listened to anything by Franz Ferdinand.

I give this background by way of emphasizing the improbability of what happened next: I was listening to the "chips, chips" number and thinking -- just thinking -- about Franz Ferdinand, and then when the song finished, the very next video YouTube queued up for me was "Take Me Out" by, you guessed it, Franz Ferdinand:


I'm sure that very recently -- in the past day or two -- I was reading something about Franz Ferdinand himself, the ill-fated archduke, but I haven't been able to track down what it was. All I remember is that it was a fairly lengthy piece, that the title archduke was used, and that the same author referred to him once as Franz Ferdinand and once as Francis Ferdinand, which I thought was an odd inconsistency. I've only been reading two books recently -- Remote Viewing by Courtney Brown and The Peyote Dance by Antonin Artaud -- and it isn't in either of them, so it must have been something I read online. I've searched various blogs in vain. I even searched 4plebs, even though I'm pretty sure what I read was too long to have been a 4chan post. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I did find this:


I assume my readers' online reading habits will tend to overlap with my own. If anyone thinks they know what I may have read recently about Archduke Franz/Francis, do leave a comment.

Monday, April 1, 2024

Chips, clips, and the eclipse

On Holy Saturday night -- or rather the wee hours of Easter Sunday morning -- I woke up from a dream, scribbled down a few words on the notepad I keep by my bed, and went back to sleep. In the morning I read this:

White or yellow "chip" or plate found on Annunciation Day

I remember little about this dream. I know that I put the word chip in quotation marks because the object was referred to as a chip in the dream but due to its size -- a flat disc some 10 inches in diameter -- I thought upon waking that plate was more accurate. It was made of some light-colored metal (color perception in this dream was poor) and was covered with engravings. The environment in which it was found -- an indoor area full of dead leaves -- suggested the abandoned restaurant I started exploring back in July 2022. This is not the first time I have dreamed about finding "plates" in such a place. In my September 2023 post "Phoenix syncs," I wrote this:

I recently had two dreams set in an environment resembling that restaurant, a long-abandoned building where everything was covered with dead leaves. On the night of August 26, I dreamed that I was searching such a building with my brother, trying to find "plates" -- meaning further records like the Golden Plates from which the Book of Mormon was produced. In the second dream, during a nap on September 1, I found a large mantis inside the restaurant, and it kept unfolding more and more of its joints until, its limbs fully extended, it was larger than I was. I was trying to think of a way to get it out the door without hurting it.

On March 28, a couple of days before the "chip" dream, I had posted "Annunciation rescheduled to coincide with eclipse," about how the Catholic Church was celebrating the Solemnity of the Annunciation, which is normally on March 25, on April 8 this year, the same day as the solar eclipse.

On Easter morning I found something new on my refrigerator door, some random thing my wife had ordered online:


At first I thought it said "FRIES Chips" -- bilingual American/British packaging -- which made me think of my "chip" dream, but then I noticed that it actually says Clips, and that it's a box of plastic clips in the shape of crinkle-cut French fries. But clips is still synchronistically interesting, since it's part of the word eclipse. Then I realized that the whole word eclipse is actually there, since on either side of the text is a set of three horizontal lines suggesting the letter E.

In "Eclipse skull and crossbones" (and earlier posts linked there), I connect skull imagery with the eclipse. In "Turning suns into black holes," photos of a blacked-out sun are juxtaposted with a photo of a single eye. Today I ran into a skull with a single eye on /x/:

Loaves of gold

(Not to be confused with " Leaves of gold .") Wherever these bread syncs are going, the sync fairies seem intent on connecting all...