Sunday, September 6, 2026

Web Log for 9.4-5.26

Animals 


Category 4 furricane by Neithan Hador, on the Mirror, where the software allows the dogs to rotate.

Mental Health 

No it's not, Catherine Salgado. The abortion debate has never gone anywhere, never will go anywhere, and makes people tired. When we hear people blaming anything but abortion on the existence of abortion, what we think is that those people's mothers should have chosen abortion. 

The Lindsay Clancy "debate" is the result of drug-induced dementia. Clancy knowingly shopped for doctors who prescribed the pills that seemed to make her feel good, for a short time. That is something a lot of people Out There can relate to. People who've been told that "happiness" is a duty, and therefore aren't able to feel it as a pleasure, want to be able to pop pills on their job and walk around unsupervised. Ooohhh, if they couldn't pop their pills every day, they'd be soooo depreeeesssssed. (There is actually some truth in this, because depression is a symptom of many diseases, including addiction to those pills. People who get off antidepressants usually do feel depressed. And they have to put their big kid pants on, recognize that their moods don't matter to anything except perhaps diagnosing their physical disease if it's not obvious, and muddle through life seeking better physical health until one day they realize that they feel a sort of baseline contentment--once they're (a) not sick, and (b) not poking at their feelings all the time.) 

People, very wrongheaded people in my opinion, are agitating for their opinion that (1) Lindsay Clancy should have been able to walk around in a drug "high" for as long as she felt "high," and (2) should get the "not guilty by reason of insanity" verdict when she finally succumbed to the side effects of the drugs she was on. Since I personally would rather sit on the electric chair than spend my life as a medical experiment in the back of a locked hospital ward, I'm willing to concede Clancy the "right" to suffer. (If, like Jodi Arias, she soon decides she'd rather be in prison, that's not news. We've all heard more than anyone should have to hear about this wreck of a woman. Feed her or don't feed her but don't tell me.) 

What I'm not willing to concede is that people using drugs should be walking around unsupervised. If Clancy was released from the hospital, it should have been in the custody of a responsible caretaker, and she should never have been alone with children, should never have been driving a car, should never have been in a room where she could get her hands on a weapon, should not have been allowed to wear hard-soled shoes, for the months or year or so it takes to identify which SSRI users are going to develop "Prozac Dementia." The debate is about drugs, and people who mindlessly try to dig up the dead abortion debate and drag that in are Part Of The Problem.

It's for reasons like this that I couldn't even consider a job for which I was recommended. I'm not yet a real Chesterton scholar since most of Chesterton's books were out of print for most of my life, but I could easily be one; the man was super-popular in his day because his writing voice was so easy to read and like. I decided not to make a BA in English Lierature my educational goal, but I was close to earning one; the last time I seriously considered enrolment in a college, I was told I'd qualify for the BA in one more four-month "semester." Since then I've had thirty years' more reading. And writing. And writing about reading. I could buy "equivalent experience" BA's in English Literature from every university that recognizes "equivalent experience" if I had the money and wanted to waste it that way. (Actually, I enjoyed the course work; if I went after the BA I'd want to sit through the classes in English Literature, including the ones I sat through in 1984 since teachers and students probably have a different take on the classics by now.) Given four months I could be as familiar with Chesterton as I am with his readers, critics, admirers Dorothy Sayers and C.S. Lewis. And it would be fun. What I could not do is present Chesterton's work from a modern Catholic perspective. There is no way I could join a church that programs people to parrot-squawk "abortion" when they're hearing a jury debate about the moral responsibility of a drug addict.

Clancy is not a representative of the group "women." She is not a representative of the group "Northerners." She is not a representative of the group "nurses." She is a representative of the group "drug addicts, specifically prescription drug addicts who develop homicide-suicide thinking as part of the classic, unmistakable pattern of serotonin-booster reactions commonly known as Prozac Dementia." It is supremely unhelpful to drag in claptrap about her being a woman, or even about her victims being children, because Prozac Dementia is not sex-specific at all. Most cases don't even become famous any more--and when the cases have been reported in detail Lilly, and other pharmaceutical companies, have bribed newspapers to suppress the very relevant information which drugs the homicide-suicides were on. Basically, men occasionally develop homicide-suicide thinking all by themselves., because they are biologically disposable and their average level of sanity is lower, but only SSRIs allow women to start planning homicide-suicides just like men and are involved in the majority of violent crimes committed by women. Male homicide-suicides may be--I've not seen honest large-scale studies of this--more likely to attack people at work or school, females to attack people in "the home," but either a man or a woman who is under the influence of these drugs may decide to attack strangers on the street.

Meanwhile, let's say this to the morons who are seeking attention by posting on social media that women would be less depressed if they all went home and had too many babies: Women who go home and have babies are the ones who are likely to kill those babies. When "home" and "work" are the same thing, there's no selection between two places to act out homicide-suicide thinking, so automatically the kiddies are at greater risk. If Clancy tells us anything about the lifestyle choices "women" should make, it's that "women" should not have babies. There are too many humans on this planet anyway. Women who reach menopause baby-free should probably be given medals with cash awards attached.



"Happy," "fulfilled" mothers all...wrong. Real happiness about the achievement of motherhood starts after the child is 20 or, in some cases, 50 years old...and these fifteen young women were very, very unhappywhen they stayed home and had babies. Not because abortion exists. Because the pills they were encouraged to take made them feel worse not better.

Murder

Some statistics, in case you want to squelch one of the crazier trolls Out There:

Approximately 14,000 murders were reported last year.

Nobody likes to give up hope that a murder suspect will be found and the case can be brought to trial, but in 2025 about two out of three murder cases were brought to trial.

For murder cases where a suspect was brought to trial, nine out of ten suspects were male. 

Both men and women try the "not guilty by reason of insanity" defense, and in some cases the "temporary insanity" defense. "Temporary insanity" works, when it does, usually in cases where the defendant had just been beaten or raped and then saw a chance to take revenge on the assailant. People who can convince a jury that they were lying in the lawn, bleeding, playing dead, and they saw the attacker sit down at a nearby bus bench and spread out their newspaper, and so they remembered where a large rock happened to be, etc., have a chance of getting off with a verdict of temporary insanity. They might be ordered to go to counselling or do some sort of service, but nobody thinks they're dangerous to ordinary people. "Temporary insanity" worked for Lorena Bobbitt and would probably have worked for Jodi Arias if she hadn't told such a wide variety of misleading stories.

People who kill strangers or children don't have a hope of that kind of outcome, though. "Not guilty by reason of insanity" presupposes the kind of psychosis from which sufferers are never going to get out of the hospital. Google doesn't have an estimate of how many murder suspects, altogether, have tried to get ruled "not guilty by reason of insanity." Google does quote unnamed sources as saying that about 70% of suspects who try this line of defense quickly drop it as they realize it carries penalties many find heavier than a prison sentence, and that about 1 in 400 men who try it get the verdict they want. (People often don't think of male homicidal rage as being insanity, though male anger addiction is definitely part of a physical disease pattern that involves the brain and could be classified as a psychosis.) In a nation the size of the US, 1 in 400 means that some 300 to 500 men are found violently insane and sentenced to life in hospitals rather than prisons, every year--and if the victims weren't famous and the crime had not become a media circus, these men's families usually do all that they can to keep the stories out of the news media. 

For those with a higher tolerance for true crime stories than I have, Wikipedia does have a long list of people who achieved some degree of notoriety by being ruled not guilty by reason of insanity. The plea has historically been more likely to work for women than for men.


Music 

Bob Dylan. 


The Young Tradition. (I was fascinated by the clear vocal harmony, free from guitars or drums, as a teenager. I wore out their LPs, marvelling at the fact that I was able to hear different vocal parts in each song.)


Pure Prairie League.


Roy Milton.


The Midnight.


Wynonie Harris.


Hugo Kant.


Big Joe and the Dynaflows.


Dolly Parton.


Natalie Imbruglia.


R.E.M. Oh, but Youtube really doesn't want to play this song. Millions of people listened to it on the radio. Maybe it was the images, on the video, of kids crawling around inside a moving vehicle the way we all somehow survived doing. Youtube made me click through a couple of warnings and then displayed an ad for a suicide prevention hotline before playing "Everybody Hurts." Seriously, Youtube, don't you think that people who want to replay this slow, saddish song have survived any suicidal tendencies it might have triggered back when we were young and hormone-raddled?


Jesse Welles. (It's appropriate to mention that a real blast of ladybird scent wafted in from the window while I was listening to this song. The False Lady beetles who crawl into houses for the winter aren't my favorites; if they're going to broadcast their scents as mating attractions I would prefer they do it out in the garden, but in a neighborhood infested with the kind of loathsome parasite that sprays poison into the air with the intention of harming human beings, any survivor "bug" is a good "bug.")


George Harrison.


Zac Brown Band.


Crystal Gayle.


George Strait.


Tanya Tucker.


Alice in Chains.


Nanci Griffith.


Tom Petty.




Canned Heat.


Traffic.


Cream.


Grass Roots. (The moderator at the forum where this was shared noted that it's not a very wise "message song." It's an historical artefact. If this web site particularly endorses the content of any song linked in the Music category, we'll say so. We recommend that people who are free to listen to music and move their bodies while connected to the Internet use these links for exercise breaks as defined by them. We think quite a lot of songs shared here would be absolute rubbish if used as guides to life.)


The Church.


Kris Kristofferson.


The Beatles.



Incredible String Band.


Steeleye Span.


Mark Knopfler.


Paolo Conte.


Spirit.


Avishai Cohen.


Chic.


Queen.


Pavel Szabo.


Joni Mitchell.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt2pceRSUMU (from the early stages of video recording, this one came flagged as "terrible recording, but fun")


Pretenders.



J.J. Cale.

 
Quote

Suitable for cross-stitch or needlepoint...

"
Other people will call me a rebel, but I just feel like I'm living my life and doing what I want to do. Sometimes people call that rebellion, especially when you're a woman. —Joan Jett, American Rock Singer
"

Travel 

It doesn't have much of a trunk, but Italians are proud of their Stone Elephant, a natural sculpture formed as decaying bits of rock dropped away.

Friday, September 4, 2026

Web Log for 9.3.26

Music 

The Seekers.


Judy Collins.


Po' Ramblin' Boys.


Robert Earl Keen.


Avishai Cohen.


Obituary

Gloria Steinem...This is sort of ridiculous, but it needs to be out there.

Gloria Steinem was one of the greatest activists of all time. Leftist? Sure. Live with men she refused to marry, for the express purpose of rerouting their incomes into her campaigns? Absolutely. (After retirement age she did finally marry her current boyfriend.) In bitter disagreement with a majority of the women she claimed to represent? On many things, probably enough to be a majority of the time. But she was dang good at what she did...including the use of heyoka hijinks ("If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a saaacrament!") to distract attention from valid nonpartisan goals like getting banks to treat all their customers with, at least, equal venality. 

Everyone should have her collection of short nonfiction, Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions, for (if nothing else) her guide for what activists should be doing in aid for whatever we're active in aid of. 

Hypersensitive male readers may of course feel bashed in that book, even hypocritically bashed in view of the fact that Steinem did not, in fact, hate men. Most heterosexual women do in fact support social changes to benefit women, and most of us recruit men to support the same things we do, and after all most men don't want to be an oppressor class if women will help them not to be one, but it is doubtful whether any other feminist ever drew or ever will draw so much support from men. (Which goes some distance toward explaining why Steinem made all that noise about abortion rather than safe sex, even knowing that a solid majority of women favor safe sex as the only safe and effective means of birth control.) 

So it seems only fair to those male readers to tell them what I remember best about Outrageous Acts: Toward the end of that book is reprinted an interview with a pornographist and his girlfriend, or star actress, or whatever. They were yanking her chain. They referred, fairly explicitly, to a practice that's not uncommon among women who feel liberated about enjoying sex. There is no hint that Steinem, who edited a magazine that loudly called for women to be liberated in this particular way, realized what they had in mind. 

Politics 

Unfortunately this article does not include evidence that Kamala Harris actually uttered the title phrase...


Privacy 

Yay! Ron!

Late Summer Haiku

These were submitted to a contest for batches of seasonal haiku. I've not been told yet whose batch won, so apparently it wasn't mine. So I get to inflict them on you here. Please excuse the freaky font; it came from the contest entry form.

Each haiku reflects an actual moment of awareness from some late August or early September in my life; some blogged about here, some not.

spider webs line but
not cross the path where one was
moved aside gently

hummingbird buzzes
through field, scouting for
budding jewelweed

Northern yellow leaves:
summer moves southward into
Southern yellow leaves

busily munching
caterpillar discovers
grass juice on a shoe

the jewelweed she loved
fills garden with hummingbirds
that would have pleased her

little bay mare just
can't wait to run, challenges
her pet goat to race

possum seemed timid
cat slapped it past flybush
to beg for food treats

calendulas' bitter
scent refreshes
perfect fresh veg

smelly green humpbacked
caterpillars clean up
flies' mess on fruit trees

potato grew in
shape of a doughnut
around a stone

dig up the roots of
yellow-leaved clinging vines
some people eat them

Jenny Wren said flit
Johnny Wren said sit
storm backed Jenny

proudly the kitten
shows that it's big enough, at last,
to soil the steps

barren paper wasp
claiming no home guards
bedroom from gnats 

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Web Log for 9.1-2.26

Not a lot of web surfing went on. Among other things Drudge climbed up on the roof and claimed he'd forgotten how to get down. I suppose he misses Wonder.

History 

Kingsport, Tennessee, does have quite a record for ignoring the historic early concerts of musicians who later became superstars. Even Dolly Parton, who could have been called local.


Music 

From "Saturday Night Live"...more comedie noir than a sing-along song.


Toadies.

One Science Fiction Convenience That I Wish Really Existed

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asked if there's an idea that works in science fiction that reviewers would like to be able to use in reality.

There is. It's interplanetary travel.

Somebody says, "Now that we've sold millions of computers to people who enjoy using the Internet, let's destroy all those computers, or at least their Internet connections, to force people to buy different ones that won't work so well and that will be dependent on huge, energy-sucking 'data centers' where people's data will be easy for hostile foreign powers to steal. Oh, and also this computer storage 'cloud' will use up so much electricity and water that there won't be enough for you. Also it will generate massive local warming. Also it will destroy the local ecology."

Zap! "The universe is wide," says a judge. "The desert planet RPG-47 orbiting the star Epsilon Cygni may have room for you. Off you go!" 

Somebody else says, "War! War! We want a war! We want the US to rescue Ukrainian socialism!"

Rap! "There's no room in the known universe for warmongers," says a judge. "So you get to explore the unknown universe. Your spaceship leaves for Andromeda in the morning. It's a big one; all the belligerents in Russia and Ukraine are on it too. You will be heavily sedated. Hopefully, those of you who wake up will form a new identity as Earthlings in Andromeda,  and you'll stop fighting and share an adventure with each other."

Somebody else says, "I want grandchildren! Lots and lots of grandchildren! Twenty would be a good round number. I don't need a lot of living space! They can all live in "tiny houses" in my back yard!"

Whap! "You and your children," says a judge, "can populate the depopulated planet Barkop orbiting the star Theta Siriae. Con suerte you can find out why it's depopulated and solve the problem..."

There would actually be men, and women and children, from Mars although they wouldn't be particularly little. Some of them might be green. They could choose their own color for their adaptive suits.

There would be planets for every kind and variety of bigot, where they would never have to worry about having to live or work with White people, Black people, males, females, Jews, Muslims, or whatever other group they found so hard to tolerate, ever again. They could worry about surviving instead. There are reasons why these planets were uninhabited. 

We'd find out whether there are any space aliens who are like us enough to be able to communicate. Most of them would of course be communicating JUST STAY OFF OUR PLANET but some of them might be interesting to know.

And all polluters and chemical sprayers would go directly to Pluto, where they'd find out, although it was no more a true scientific experiment than continuing to expose mice to glyphosate is, that the suits they'd been issued were meant to keep people warm in winter in a temperate zone on Earth. Pluto is colder. They would never be missed.

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Web Log for 8.30-31.26

I spent most of Sunday in town--no complaints, good traditional gospel songs including the Primitive Quartet were involved--so might as well make this another two-day log. 

Animals 

Freshwater birds. 


History 

What do or did the Hopi people know about the petrified forest on their traditional land? Who can ever say? All I know is that the petrified forest is real. I was dragged through it as a small child, even given a chip of petrified wood to take to show-and-tell in grade one.


Housing Problem 

CBS broadcast, this morning, what someone thought would be a feel-good show about how people in various places that had survived massive losses of personal property were crowding homeless neighbors into "tiny houses" on their property. 

Hello? Why are these houses not being put on these people's own property, where their own houses were, before the fire or the flood or whatever it was?

We could do with a law restricting banks' right to own real estate. Individuals are endowed by their Creator with the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Banks are endowed by the people who use them with the right to hold onto their money. Banks have too much power already, without adding to it. I think banks should be required to sell any houses they have acquired to the highest-bidding individual in thirty days after the bank has reclaimed the title. That would restore reality to the real estate market and also keep rich foreigners from buying up too much land, giving them too much influence, in the United States. 

I said nothing at all about government owning land. I don't think government should own land, either. I think there's a good reason why the Bible tells us how land in ancient Israel was entailed in families, with the current generation having the right to sell the use of a house or field for a few years at a time, the real estate then reverting to the next generation of the family. 

In any case, I call foul on the CBS piece for glamorizing the idea of people packing into tighter space, which promotes diseases, rather than focussing on children having enough space to grow up healthy. We don't need more "tiny houses"...unless they're being put on tracts of land with room for each child to have a garden, with the intention that the "tiny" foundation will expand into a full-sized house. We need to recognize any situation where people don't have the acre of land it takes for a human to survive, in most of these United States, as a situation of toxic overcrowding, barely better than homelesness, in need of being fixed--by, among other things, more young people getting themselves fixed so they don't give birth to big litters of children. 

Even when people feel fond of and close to the people with whom they choose to live in crowded environments, they become less fond of other people who are perceived as the source of the germs, pollution, and bad air. Crowded environments generate scenes like this one:


I don't believe the poet is young enough to believe the crowd's callousness was new. Most people at DVerse are old enough to remember Kitty Genovese. I think the poet is trying to rouse a sense of outrage at something that neither poet nor audience can honestly call news.

Music

Pink Floyd.


David Darling.


Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.


Shedaisy.


Aurelien Routland.


Jeremy Soule.


Kellie Pickler.


The Band Perry.


Hawkshaw Hawkins.


Etta James.


Vernon Dalhart, with his big hit from just about a hundred years ago.


Little Walter.


Edith Piaf.


Yves Montand.


Claude Debussy.


Lonely Island.


Camille St Saens.


Andrews Sisters. With apologies because the shoeshine "boy" might have been a grown man addressed as "boy" because Black, in the  1940s, though in earlier years polishing shoes, selling newspapers, weeding gardens, and similar were regarded as kids' jobs. Sometimes they were done by children who hadn't done well at school, or by homeless orphans...and sometimes by clever lads who were staying in school, too, though as crowding, automation, and war wounds caused men to compete for "boys' jobs"  people preferred to forget about that possibility. Anyway, yes, the Roosevelt Administration officially sent all the shoeshine boys who really were little boys back to school.


R.E.M.


Frances Faye.


Matchbox 20.


Breaking Benjamin.


Christodoulos Halaris recreates an ancient Greek Pagan hymn.


Minutemen.


Names 

Y'know, about an hour's walk from the Cat Sanctuary is what we call the Bristol Highway. One of those early "highways" that were really winding two-lane country roads, that are fun (and a bit of a challenge) to drive  along. We call it the Bristol Highway because it leads to Bristol. What could be more logical than that? 

Except that nobody in Bristol calls it the Bristol Highway. They have put up signs along the road identifying it as the Gate City Highway. From their point of view that's logical, too.

So I can see some logic in some people's desire to call the Gulf of Mexico "the Gulf of America."

When in town, though, I heard someone turn on a radio that was playing Gordon Lightfoot's song, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."


Hello? Who, at the height of the last heat wave of August, is looking forward to the gales of November? October frost, I thought, or Christmas parties...but November?

Then I remembered...oh right, Trumpistas have decided to call Lake Ontario "Lake America." Sort of a signal of insider status, I suppose. It's not our lake to name. People who live on it call it Lake Ontario, which is a good Algonquian name, much easier to pronounce and spell than many other names that ethnic group have handed down to us.

I used to know some children who were called by different names. At school two girls were, let us say, called Jane and Mary Doe. Older people in the neighborhood, however, called them Jane and Mary Smith. I didn't ask questions. Apparently Mrs. Doe said she was legally married to Mr. Doe but, whether he was divorced or they disapproved of the minister who'd officiated, some neighbors said the wedding was invalid. The girls said their name was Doe so that was what I called them.

Even into the present century, I was told...There was no doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Jones had a valid wedding. Mr. Jones died young, though, and some of Mrs. Jones's family thought it would be proper for her to reclaim her own name--say it was Miller--and bestow it on her children, as if Mr. Jones had never existed. Whereupon, I was told, the twelve-year-old boy threw quite a tantrum, shouting "I won't be called Miller! My name is JONES!" Even if it had been one of those cases where an ancestor had told the heirs to keep some land in the Miller name, and changing his name would have qualified the boy to inherit something (I never heard that it was, but why else...?)--I thought he had a valid point. 

Wanting to erase the boy's name and his memories of his father, I thought, was profoundly tacky. So is wanting to erase the history and present inhabitants around Lake Ontario. 

Politics 

Well...as long as we keep electing aggressive outgoing males...he might as well.


Second Amendment 

Newt Gingrich's speech is cogent, historically interesting...and a warning. Too many American youth are no longer accustomed to slogging through all sorts of weather in the name of fun and games. We need to be. The Chinese are.


Women's Issues 


Lens says it comes from "The Institute for Health Metrics." Not a big-name organization, but the generalizations fit the world I see so I'll accept the statistics as likely to be reasonably accurate. So why, assuming that these statistics are accurate, are young women supposedly so unhappy? Actually I think a variety of social issues are involved:

1. Television has conditioned people to fear any slacking of the manic pace, pitch, and volume in extrovert-dominated offices. Young women's energy runs in cycles. If people who think they're supposed to be paying attention to other people's moods like being around a young woman this week, they probably won't like being around her next week. There are ways young women can reduce this effect, being super-productive when they have more physical energy and scheduling easier tasks for days when they have more, shall we say, reflective energy, but most entry-level jobs are not designed to give people that much control over their work. (Some minimum wage workers don't even need higher wages; they need more autonomy on their jobs.) Extroverts need to learn that a lot of the hyper energy they generate is completely wasted, that the people who barely acknowledge extroverts' greeting (greeding) behavior and go straight to their cubicles are probably the ones whose productivity is keeping the place afloat. 

2. Computers have reduced the number of jobs available for humans. Heavy labor is usually done by machines these days, light industrial work is usually outsourced to other countries, and the fact is that women do office jobs--including executive office jobs--better than men, as groups. Mental illness is primarily a male thing but, unfortunately, too many young women want to be "in love" so much that they make themselves feel bad every time their men vent their chronic, souring-testosterone-based anger.

But mostly: 3. Women let themselves be terrorized by the hatecrimes males commit against us. (Males are more often killed by other violent males, but males don't admit they're worried about this.) Women try to be nice and stay indoors and be safe. As results (a) violent men come into our homes and commit hatecrimes against us, and (b) most of us don't get enough exercise to forestall a kind of chronic disease condition whose first symptom is "depression." (Obesity, diabetes, and cardiovascular disease follow.) If we say we feel depressed, instead of just arming ourselves and walking, a lot of money has gone into making sure that people swarm around us, offering us a selection of "antidepressant medication" that makes some people (male or female) violently insane. And if you want to understand what truly does seem depressing, when women think about it...Most women never use these drugs. Only about one in twenty of the women who do use these drugs even starts to develop "Prozac Dementia." And most of those women at least tell their doctors about their new "buried memories" of impossible abuses before they decide to kill people. And yet the media allow envious males to say, "Some woman somewhere became 'depressed,' took antidepressants, and killed her sons. This teaches us that women's feeble minds can't take the strain of doing productive jobs! Every woman really needs to quit her job and have fifteen babies!"

I'm not saying the media need to censor this kind of garbage. I'm not saying the media need to censor ideas like "Putting sugar in the gas tank is a special treat for your car." I'm saying that the idea that women who are out-competing men for office jobs need to quit their jobs and have babies needs to be met with exactly the same range of facial expressions as the one about sugar in the gas tank being a treat for the car.

Book Review; Sunrise Cafe the Beginning

I may or may not get these book reviews back onto a regular schedule, depending on whether or not I can continue using the Internet regularly...I will try to read and review as many as possible of the e-books I have.

Title: Sunrise Cafe: the Beginning

Author: Miranda Stone

Date: 2025

Quote: "Sunrise Cafe serves the best coffee in Clearwater."

Sunrise Cafe is the scene of a series of sweet Florida-vacation romances. This is the prequel. Crissy, the server, watches new friends Blair (female) and Owen (male) become friends with each other, fall in love, and decide to stay in Clearwater, which is a real town on the Gulf Coast, not as watercolor-painting pretty as the stories about it are, but pretty enough (if you're not allergic to Florida). No quarrels, no worries except what becomes of the careers she's started further north and he's started further south, some kissing but nothing likely to embarrass readers if children find the book. 

Recommended to all who want a sweet summertime romantic fantasy.

Petfinder Post: Chihuahuas and Small Cats

The next dog breed the Busybodies of Britain wanted to suppres from view was the Cesky Terrier, which  is very rare in the US; Petfinder doesn't have a listing for the breed. "Cesky" is another form of the word spelled "Czech." The dogs are shorter-legged and longer-backed than Scotch Terriers, with more long hair on their faces, and don't look like the most functional breed. They are said to be calmer than most terriers. Breeders are asking for thousands of dollars per pup when these dogs may not even have the normal cat-size lifespan cat-size dogs are supposed to have, so Cesky Terriers may be a good breed not to let establish itself in North America.

So we move on to the rather ridiculous, beloved Chihuahua, the smallest of all recognized dog breeds. Chihuahuas are native to Mexico. Thin coats allow them to shiver and snuggle a lot; they can become clingy and shiver and cry when put on the ground rather than being carried in their humans' arms. Tiny size makes them good indoor pets, but seems to make some Chihuahuas defensively aggressive--they may be small, but they can still bite, if provoked. Most Chihuahuas are healthy and long-lived if not overfed, but a few bloodlines carry defects of the teeth and throat. A few Chihuahuas are described as having "fragile windpipes" that can collapse under stress; even fewer can have a sort of epilepsy. If you are a typical American, however, you know half a dozen Chihuahuas who are still bouncing and yipping about at ages from fifteen to twenty years old, whose humans' big concern is that the Chihuahuas may outlive them and be too "old and set in their ways" to adopt new humans easily. So the "animal rights" types' shrieking about this being a breed it's inhumane to keep really do more to discredit themselves than anything else.

Chihuahuas do need special care. Because they're so small, they have to be kept indoors or on a leash at all times--and it can be hard to find collars that fit them. (A three-band harness that puts the dog's weight mostly on the band around its chest, rather than the one around its neck, is a good idea.) Not only can they be run over because drivers don't see them; they can be eaten by owls or raccoons. They can be yappy, bossy, and annoying to humans who don't really hit it off with them. They are small enough that cruel people abuse them. A human can crush a Chihuahua to death under one booted foot, and some humans do. Some Chihuahuas have even been crushed incidentally, by humans, cows, or horses. 

People who are interested in stomping on pets have no business reading this web site. They should turn off the computer and go directly to the nearest hospital. If you are a cruel person who has been reading this web site, tell the admitting nurse you want to crush dogs under your boots. If the nurse seems lackadaisical, as it might be observing that it's still summer and you're wearing sandals, tell the nurse that the phrase "dead presidents" arouses fantasies that are not just about cash. Do not leave until they give you the help you need.

Decent human beings can't always plan on someone being at home with a Chihuahua, but they do agree that the micro-dogs are cute. However, that does not make Chihuahuas perfect pets for everyone. These small dogs need companionship and mental stimulation, and they can be overwhelmed by small children. Though not related to terriers, they can have terrier-type personalities--stubborn, sassy, busy, even bossy. There is a risk of their hurting or frightening a toddler, and being hurt by a six-year-old, because these dogs are small enough to take children's play very seriously. They like to play with responsible adults and teenagers, though, and often do well in dog athletics. Exercise for Chihuahuas needs to match their size. Don't keep them trotting after they start gasping. They resent slights and have been known to chew up people's legs. They can become very irritable if encouraged to overeat, or eat the wrong things, and develop indigestion. An irritable Chihuahua is a chewing hazard. Chihuahuas are unlikely to kill anybody bigger than a rat, but can they ever chomp.

Why am I bothering to type these things? Is anyone Out There not familiar with the care and feeding of Chihuahuas? We have a lot of foreign readers, so probably someone is. 

The classic Chihuahua has a round head, relatively large pointy ears, and a very short, thin coat that gives him a resemblance to the Mexican Hairless or Itzcuintli. Compared to either of those he is by far the most attractive. However, some pedigreed Chihuahuas have long fluffy hair and might be mistaken for other fluffy lapdogs like Pekingese and Pomeranians.

Most cats are actually bigger than most purebred Chihuahuas, although Petfinder lists some Chihuahua crossbreeds who weigh 25 or 30 pounds. For this post I'll try, if possible, to find extra-small cats, being aware that there aren't a lot of them in shelters.

Zipcode 10101: Canela from Puerto Rico by way of NYC 


Being a Chihuahua and Beagle mix, Canela naturally always wanted to be a pet--but she spent her first four years with a hoarder who didn't have time to pet individual dogs. She laps up attention and affection as if making up for lost time. Her adoption fee, which would otherwise be excessive, covers transportation to any State where she'sbeing adopted. She is, of course, bigger than a purebred Chihuahua, but she's still a small dog.

Elegy (and Cadence) from NYC 


They're probably kittens more than small cats, and Elegy will probably grow into those L E Gs. They are sisters, rescued together, and would benefit from being adopted together. They're described as silly, playful, bouncy adolescent cats.

Zipcode 20202: Cricket (the Big One) from Texas by way of Brookeville 


Probably after drinking heavily, somebody thought it'd be fun to see whether a Chihuahua and a German Shepherd could produce puppies. This is the puppy they produced. Probably just dumped for looking so odd, certainly not spayed and cared for, she was found trying to go feral while raising puppies of her own. She's only about a year old; weighed 18 pounds when rescued, might grow a little bigger. She is described as friendly, funny, playful, "smart," and quiet. She's already learned many points of good house pet manners. 

The organization may be a bit control-freaky; they want to visit your house and talk to your vet before they even bring out the dog. Control freaks deserve what they get but, please, if you lead them through a friend's ancestral mansion on the Eastern Shore, do at least have a decent place in Hyattsville or Mount Pleasant or some such neighborhood.

Cricket (the Small One) from Georgia by way of DC   


These two from a group of ten dogs, who were put in a shelter when their human was put in a nursing home, have been through a lot together and lean on each other for emotional support. Cricket is the mostly black one; Mochi is the gray one. Both are female, have run up some vet bills, and weigh less than 15 pounds. You could carry both of them at one time if you had to. They are middle-aged small dogs, thought to be seven or eight years old, likely to live another seven or eight years or longer. They must be adopted together but at least the adoption fee is a reasonable "twofer" price: $500 for both dogs. 

Coral (and Breeze) from DC 


They're small but, again, not guaranteed to stay small. They're adolescent rather than adult cats. Coral is the one with coral pink patches, and Breeze is a more normal-looking gray tabby. They are best buddies and should really be adopted as a pair. They're shy at first but will do things you consider cute when they decide they like you; some of their cute habits are described at Coral's web page.

Zipcode 30303: Biscuit from Atlanta 


Isn't it a relief to come to a dog that's actually at the shelter that's advertising him? Biscuit is actually in Atlanta and the organization would prefer that he be adopted in Atlanta. They would like to maintain a relationship. Long-distance inquiries will be read only if they can't find a good local home for him. 

He is part Chihuahua and part Pomeranian, has had veterinary care and been neutered, and weighs about 10 pounds. They say he can entertain himself most of the time but likes to stay close to his human. 

Bobbie Jo from Atlanta 



The Humane Society, I'm sorry to say, so no wonder she looks a bit sad. This Amber-Eyed Silver Tip may be showing a rusty tone in her coat. Probably when brought in for rescue she could have been described as brown rather than black. Black hair turns brownish or reddish when a cat (or person) is malnourished and in poor condition. It should be a fine glossy black again in a few more months. Bobbie Jo is an adult car described as a "certified couch potato." She'll hang out beside you more as she gets to know you. She's not enthusiastic about cuddling...with anyone at the Humane Society, anyway, and can she be blamed. 

Alternate: Annie from Atlanta 


"The Last Litter Project" doesn't sound much more deserving of money than the Humane Society, but the cat is adorable. She's not a year old yet and probably will weigh more than 6 pounds in another year. Little Orphan Annie, who turned up in someone's back yard, doesn't seem to have been truly feral; she took to being petted, and bonded with another young cat, right away. In their photo Annie is the one on the right. They don't say the two kittens must be adopted together, but that would be the decent thing to do. The cats are still adolescent and will probably be easier to live with if adopted together.

Monday, August 31, 2026

Butterfly of the Week: Scarce Hispaniolan Swallowtail

The Scarce Hispaniolan Swallowtail has always been scarce, so it causes less concern than Schaus' Swallowtail's scarcity does. It is still considered scarce enough to be somewhat endangered. It lives in only a few places, including a nature park in the Dominican Republic where it's an attraction. It has been called the Haitian Swallowtail but is known to live in only one, rather vulnerable, field on that side of the island. Relatively little has been written about this species, and many sources still call it Papilio rather than Heraclides.


Photo by Zowiezo, Valverde, D.R., October. It also flies in July, so there may be two or more generations each year. 
 
Aristor or Arestor was the name of two minor characters in ancient Greek literature. If spelled "Aristor" the name can be associated with the word aristos, meaning "best." If spelled "Arestor" it may be connected with Ares, the spirit of War, and translated as "ruler, controller," or "avenger."

For the few butterflies that have been caught and closely examined, females look similar to males, slightly larger and warier. Wingspans are about four inches across. Nothing is known for sure about the early stages. Adult butterflies like to sip nectar from colorful tropical flowers. Wings can fade from black and yellow to brown and tan.

People seem cautious about even photographing this butterfly because they don't want to make it more rare than it already is. For a long time there was only one museum specimen in Europe--and then it was destroyed. INaturalist has other photos..of the same butterfly shown above, pollinating the same flower bush; what I ganked was the clearest image. 

Sunday, August 30, 2026

Hot Enough for You? What You Can Do

As mentioned in the heated debate below, when you use a flatphone or tablet or anything "cloud-based," you're not necessarily using a huge "data center"--but you're using a "data center" and feeding the alleged demand for bigger ones where more evil data mining will be done, assuming anyone survives  the damage they do to the land and the environment. Especially the warming. Do you really want all your future summers to be hotter than this one? I don't. It's not been a terribly hot summer; it's not even ninety degrees this afternoon, anywhere but downtown, but it's been quite hot enough for me. 

The thinking is that existing "data centers," which are already using too much water and electricity and space, generating too much warming, and probably costing more jobs than they generate after the building stage, won't be enough to handle all the data Microsoft wants people to store in "the cloud," so either we turn the fertile fields of Ohio into deserts of toxic waste or we hand all our data to China. 

An alternative is being intentionally ignored here. We can...just...correct a misstep, and move briskly forward, without putting any data into "the cloud." We can demand private, personal data storage on our own computers, out of reach from any other point in cyberspace, or no computers at all. That is not what Microsoft wants, nor is it what Microsoft investor Donald Trump thinks he wants, because instead of selling new computers it will revive a demand to keep on using older computers at least until the corporations roll out new ones that meet the older standards. But if we think more than five years ahead--which may be difficult at Trump's age, but should be easier for his heirs--it's a total win-win. Less waste, more functional computers, we get to keep the Internet, and if China wants to let its ruling party destroy resources it badly needs to solidify its tyrannical control over its people, we let China find out for itself that that's a bad plan...and may even be able to help China pick up the pieces after its crash.

For a start we can stop feeding the monster in our attempts to fight it...using flatphones or tablets to go online, using plagiarism programs like ChatGPT to generate memes about climate  change...


Meanwhile,  over at dVerse, David Ben Alexander achieved a seadna in English. 


A seadna (presumably pronounced "SHAH-dna") is one of those old Celtic verse forms that aren't usually attempted in English. It has lots of rules:  For each stanza, lines have to alternate between 8 and 7 syllables, no exceptions. (Doable.) Lines 1 and 3 must rhyme with each other, as must lines 2 and 4. (Right.) The last word of lne 3 must also rhyme with an "important" word somewhere in line 4. The last syllable of line 1 must alliterate with the first stressed syllable in line 2. The last word of line 4 must alliterate with an "important" word just before it, and the more "internal rhyme" within and between lines 3 and 4, the better. (I am now officially lost.) So far, all seadnas written in English have expressed primarily the thought "Look, I solved this puzzle!", but in theory someday someone may write a really good one.

Here is a bit of Bad Poetry inspired by the seadna form. As you may observe, although it's almost impossible to force English words into the correct form, if you just relax and use as much internal rhyme and alliteration as possible attempts at seadnas in English can be sort of fun...and if you ban all things "cloud-based" from your life, you can take away the basis for the claim that we need to follow China down into Tech Inferno.

Future summers' weather hotter,
Heavier than this summer's was,
Thirst amidst a waste of water:
First thing those flatphones can cause.

China thinks "need data chewer"?
China thought they needed Mao.
China thinks change can secure
Pure data? Who knows how?

China's junk is sinking, flaming!
Typhoon on the China Sea!
We see rich men (no names naming)
Claim the whole world's bound to be

Chained to China in pollution,
Wasting all our good green Earth;
Cry for fission, fracking, fusion,
"For pollution boosts wealth's worth."

Friends don't let friends use the flatphone!
Microsoft? Just bar the door!
Of China's bad ideas that one's
Outshone all that failed before.

There will be no cloud-based Internet for me. If you call yourself Green, there shouldn't be for you, either. Take that flatphone back to the store. See if they'll give you a refund.