Monday, December 30, 2024

Butterfly of the Week: Glassy Bluebottle

Today's butterfly is Graphium cloanthus, the Glassy Bluebottle. "Bluebottle" was the traditional English name for a kind of fly with patches of color like old blue glass bottles and jars. Glass bottles and jars were already available in other colors, including whitish "milk" glass, so when Australians and New Zealanders applied "bluebottle" to a family of butterflies they included those colors too.


Photo by Woodpecker Central. 

Cloanthus was the name of a character in ancient literature. In the Aeneid, he was a defeated Trojan who moved to Italy and became the ancestor of the Cluentius family. Early naturalists had a tradition of naming Swallowtails after characters in literature.


Photo from Wikidata. 

Found in several parts of southern Asia, this butterfly is common and popular. Its likeness appears on shirts, posters, etc., and has even been used on money. Efforts have been made to map its DNA: 

Apart from that paper, Google pulls up little scientific material about this species. What comes up is an almost even mix of pretty pictures of adult butterflies, merchandise decorated with such pictures, and actual dead bodies offered for sale. An additional reason never to pay for any part of a dead butterfly is that, if no one would pay for dead bodies, searches for information about butterflies would be much more pleasant.

"Swallow tails" vary in length. Wingspan can be four inches or just over. Males and females look very much alike. Head and thorax segments are covered in soft mouse-gray fur. Abdominal segments have black and white lengthwise stripes. Males have scent folds. The predominant color of the wings is iridescent and can look blue, aquamarine, white, green, or yellow in different lights. 

Slight differences in color markings are classified as subspecies clymenus and sumattranus, sometimes kuge. 

The  butterflies are primarily pollinators, often seen on lantana and hibiscus flowers. They sip water from shallow puddles, sometimes in groups. While some Graphiums don't seem to care who shares a puddle and some like to be the only one of their sex and species in the neighborhood, cloanthus seem to prefer to flock together with other cloanthus. 

Caterpillars are typically well camouflaged with leaf-green skins and a humpbacked, tapered body shape. They eat the leaves of vines in the genus Aristolochia, species acuminata, foveolata, indica, ringens, and tagala. They have also been found on camphor trees.


Photo by Tony2148. Descriptions of juvenile cloanthus sound almost identical to descriptions of juvenile choredon except that the final tail segments of choredon caterpillars are a forked pair of little prickly points, while those of cloanthus are closer together and look like a single point. Graphium caterpillars are not venomous but some of them are prickly, like cucumbers. The humped back has a horizontal crossbar between two little prickles. The osmeterium actually appears, when it does, a couple of segments ahead of the crossbar but the crossbar becomes even more prominent, forming the points at the top of the chrysalis, in the pupal stage.

The life cycle of such a popular butterfly has to have been documented somewhere, but it doesn't seem to have been digitized. 

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Book Review: Cloistered

Title: Cloistered

 Author: Catherine Coldstream

Date: 2024

Publisher: St Martin's

ISBN: 978-1-250-32352-1

Quote: "Safe, safe, safe--I am safe, I keep repeating to myself."

Catherine Coldstream was a nun for a few years. Then she wasn't one. Having "married Christ" in the ceremony of "clothing" in the Carmelite convent, Sister Catherine discovered that she wasn't really cut out for a really cloistered life. In an order where nuns had regular jobs, teaching or nursing, I suspect she might have done as well as Kathleen Norris. Among the Carmelites, where sensitive emotional women paid for the freedom to put their emotional energy into contemplative prayer by mortifying and repressing their emotions, she was bored.

So, is this one of the new genre of ex-Christian books? Coldstream doesn't say. Sister Catherine didn't run away from faith; she ran away from a dead-end job. However, her description of a communal life that was not working out to the glory of God can be usefully contrasted with Norris's description of a communal life that apparently is. Norris's monk and nun friends live in an intentional community with the intention of making a place where they can retire when unfit to work, but they work, use their education, and continue to learn, and by and large they seem to get along well with one another and their monastic life. Coldstream's sisters live in an intentional community that seems designed only to care for people who are unfit to work, feel "infantilized," and seem faced with a choice between leaving, having psychotic breakdowns, or becoming neurotic and repulsive. It's hard to question that, for Coldstream and others who were capable of doing something productive, leaving the convent was the sanest of the choices. It's also possible to read her story with attention to what intentional communities (religious or otherwise) need to avoid. 

I suspect some will want to use this book as a basis for bashing Christianity. It will not serve that purpose well. It's a Sunday Book, at this web site, because it describes vividly and objectively what is not working for Coldstream's Carmelites, and thus helps people who want to live in communities (or in families) think about what might work for them.

(Fair disclosure: I received copies of this book--copies, plural--in exchange for an honest review. They were all e-books; I can't even sell them. They were supposed to be formatted for Kindle, but first there were months when none of them got through into my Kindle, and then, after it was too late to write Advance Reviews for the publisher, three of them got into my Kindle. I've tried deleting the extras; Amazon staff have tried deleting the extras; they don't stay deleted. A suggestion for improving this situation is that publishers and authors may overestimate the interest people have in stealing manuscripts, and Net Galley may feed that overestimation in order to market their own peculiar "app."  Someone somewhere will steal anything, but there can't be very many people who want to steal a book about nuns. Ordinary formatting would have served everyone involved much better than "secure" formatting did.)

Friday, December 27, 2024

Web Log for 12.24-26.24

Happy holidays, Gentle Readers...they're not over. The traditional Christmas season lasts twelve days and overlaps with minor holidays like Boxing Day, New Year's Day, Short Films Day (a secular alternative to Holy Innocents Day, on the 28th of December), and National Braille Day (4th of January). 

Books 


Christmas, Ongoing

Why The Nephews did not get cars: Nobody wanted to provoke this kind of hysterics (the last video, at the end).


Computer Graphics 

Take your time, the actual post is sweet and heartwarming, but what I wanted to share was THE ULTIMATE computer graphic at the bottom of the comments section. Best use of standard computer characters as a drawing ev-ah.


Fashion


I found it at Messy Mimi's blog. Google traces it to someone called Heavendancer on Pinterest.

Food (Yuck) 

Last winter I mentioned having unusual reactions to peas and pea products. 


A reader I didn't want either to snub, or to mislead, had to ask: Have other people had such reactions?

Very few, it seemed, at the time--though my reactions were so new-to-me I didn't feel isolated by other people's lack of reactions to peas. In September of 2023 I ate peas and liked them, as I'd done for fifty-some years. In October and November the store ran out of peas, and when the store restocked and I ate the new crop of peas, I had vertigo after eating them. 

I had the funniest feeling, at the time, that I was reacting to a new chemical or spliced-in gene--that if they'd been the same kind of peas I used to raise, I would have been able to enjoy them as much as I ever did.

But I'm mortal and fallible and wanted to see some evidence before I said that.

Now the evidence is there. 

Doctors who don't want to hurt the feelings of any corporate sponsors have resolutely reframed what they've seen as mere "food allergies," never suggesting that chemicals added to food might be to blame, but new cases of "pea allergies" popped up in a few places in 2021 and increased dramatically in 2023. 


Google now has a few pages of links to pages specifically about "pea allergies." Most of those pages were created during the current calendar year. 

The best thing that can happen to farmers who've been raising toxic foodoids and selling them for use as food would be to find the toxic foodoid substances gathering dust on store shelves, being collected and burned, because We The People stop believing that we've suddenly become isolated "allergy" sufferers when, in fact, food has been made toxic.

This does not leave us with a lot of choices about what to eat. Inevitably people buy the toxic "food" products that our systems seem, for now, to tolerate. I bought another case of corn that probably has BT spliced into it this week. I'll never forget the year when about the only road food I could tolerate was Planters peanuts--which are delicious, and which also, like all peanuts that make it into supermarkets without half of them showing black rot, have been marinated in fungicides. Because black rot is equally toxic, we as a society may be stuck with regulatory requirements that peanuts be made toxic to a minority in order to be useful to the majority. But corn would do just fine without BT if people would rotate and alternate plantings, give up poison sprays, and get through the years when recovering fields produce more earworms than edible corn. Peas would still be a healthy nourishing food, and a soul food for those of British descent I might add, if whatever has recently been done to them weren't done again. We need to start looking at the "pesticides" and any genetic modifications that have been done as PRIME suspects when the population suddenly breaks out with a previously unheard-of "allergy." It's not a "food allergy" and it will be more common, and worse, every year until people stop raising these toxic peas.

Petfinder Post: When Shelter Staff Run Out of Pet Names

This week's theme comes from Messy Mimi, an actual shelter worker who posted a photo of names allegedly given to some shelter pets, thusly...


The thinking is that it's easier to keep records of shelter animals if they're given names, although in most cases the animals did not have those names before and never recognize them as being names. So...

Sometimes a shelter animal does clearly recognize and respond to a name, and staff will advise you not to change it. Other times, if you pick a name you prefer, whether it has a similar sound or doesn't, the animal will learn that that's your name for it, and respond to the new name. Sometimes the reason why animals get into shelters is that they're not very good at recognizing or responding to anything humans say. 
 
But will we ever learn the fate of the poor little kittens, Sed, Ig, Met, and Dwayne? Here's a selection of adorable, adoptable shelter pets who have been given peculiar names. Three cats, three dogs...

Cat in Zipcode 10101: Portico from NYC 


A portico is a roof supported by columns, used as a porch on a building. The rationale for calling a cat that is that it sounds like "calico." Portico is an adult cat who can be shy with new people, and can any shelter cat be blamed for that. Instead of being displayed to the public in a row of cages, which has to be torture for cats, she's being brought out to people who chat with her handlers on Zoom, which seems like an expensive way to set up a lot of interviews that are likely not to work. This web site does not recommend showing your face on the Internet. Knowing that some people do that, this web site reports that Portico is currently in the custody of that kind of people.

Cat in Zipcode 20202: Earthworm from DC 


They say he wiggles. The photo shows that he can do a good eyeroll! Though photographed in a cage and described as a kitten, he's said to be currently in a foster home and old enough to be adopted for the lower near-adult-cat price.

Cat in Zipcode 30303: 57508512 from Atlanta 


They've given him a number for a name, twang, twang. All they've bothered to tell prospective adopters about him is that he was an adult tomcat, and he has been neutered. It's a county shelter. Nobody's paying them to put any effort into finding homes for the animals they get.

Dog in Zipcode 10101: Disco Queen from Texas by way of NYC 


They could have called her "One for St. Jude." This dog was dumped out at a shelter in Texas. A lean figure with a tapered waist is normal for her breed, but not that skinny. They thought she was ten years old. That might have been based on her medical condition after living a hard life, because police-type dogs don't normally live ten years and this dog is still alive. This web site thinks it would be terrific if somebody wanted to give her a good old age, but this web site does not actually expect to see that happen. So...something about her reminded somebody of a young chick who likes to dance? ???

Dog in Zipcode 20202: Squidword from Texas by way of DC or maybe Richmond... 


...is like a dictionary definition of Buying a Pig in a Poke. Somebody wants to travel, right? Somebody wants you to fund their road trip before you ever have a chance to verify that you are paying for an actual dog, much less that the dog will get along well with you. They say he's a cuddly pet, but they don't say you can confirm this firsthand? If interested in rescuing this dog I'd insist on meeting him where he is and paying a reasonable price that does not fund any road trips for any con artists, but it's not the dog's fault. Anyway, although I think I remember the name from an old cartoon some of The Nephews used to watch, it's a ridiculous name.

Dog in Zipcode 30303: 57521942 from Atlanta 


Nobody's bothered to give him a name or a story, either.

Book Review: Unfinished Tales

Title: Unfinished Tales

Author: J.R.R. Tolkien with Christopher Tolkien

Date: 1980

Publisher: Allen & Unwin (U.K.), Ballantyne (U.S.)

ISBN: 0-345-35711-6

Length: 493 pages

Quote: “I now wish that no appendices had been promised...It is, I suppose, a tribute to the curious effect that a story has, when based on very elaborate and detailed workings, of geography, chronology, and langauge, that so many should clamour for sheer ‘information,’ or ‘lore.’”

In the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Tolkien had worked out an unusually complete and complex fictional world, with its own history, literature, and languages. He had written some of these down, some in the form of short stories, some in syllabic verse like Beowulf. For some readers, he understood, the trilogy with its companion novel The Hobbit was quite enough. As his son warns in a foreword that includes the quote from one of J.R.R. Tolkien’s letters, above, many Rings fans “do not wish to know how the Riders of the Mark of Rohan were organized, and would leave the Wild Men of the Druadan Forest firmly where they found them.” But others did, and though he hadn’t polished these supplementary tidbits of the history of Middle-Earth for publication, Tolkien did intend to make them available, a job he left for Christopher Tolkien to finish.

That’s what you’ll like or not like about Unfinished Tales. The stories are “finished” enough to be readable, but not polished into the excellence Tolkien’s published fiction achieves. Sometimes blank lines and changes of font, such as Blogger likes to insert into anything uploaded as a Word document, are used to show where the last page of Tolkien’s draft ended and Christopher Tolkien could fill in where the story was meant to end from his father’s notes. Other stories seem to be complete but unpolished.

They’re not great stories. They are long historical and biographical footnotes on the Rings trilogy and The Silmarillion.

We learn that the Wild Men of the Druadan Forest are “a wholly different kind” of humans than either Dwarves or Hobbits, though, like them, smaller than he humanoid race most like ourselves. Though depicted with love and respect they seem based on a generic Edwardian British impression of “primitive people” (or “natives” in the colonies). Their language seems Celtic. Their culture seems a conscious rejection of the “civilizations” of Hobbits and Riders, recalling Native American cultural purists, or European Gypsies. The other humans of Middle-Earth are nicer to them than Tolkien’s generation of Englishmen were even to Irishmen, much less “natives” in the colonies. I read them as expressing an attitude of Tolkien’s that is not racism, although the young will probably assume from the inclusion of mere words that it is racism, but is simply Ignorance

For Tolkien all “primitive people” were evidently a source of numinous wonderment. He knew nothing about any culture more “primitive” than what mere poverty imposed on his Irish coevals. He respected “natives” enough not to go out to the colonies and annoy them with sentimental drivel about living among them. His Druedain, like the “Indians” in Peter Pan, have nothing to say about colonialism’s oppression of “primitive” people, though they express the consciousness of someone prepared to sympathize with “primitive” people when “primitive” people started talking in English about that oppression. The Druedain’s propensity for sitting on the ground in deep meditation for days is not a reaction to loss or to exotic diseases. They do it because, while being left in peace to remain “primitive” and having never built up the vulnerability that is the long-term product of full “herd immunity” to diseases, they feel like working out something in their minds and have no obligations to finish jobs first. They are the kind of semi-feral tribe Edwardian children had in mind when apparently almost all of them said, or thought, “I wish I was an ‘Indian,’ ancient Celt, Aborigine, etc., and didn’t have to wear shoes, go to school, be on time, etc.”

In the Rings books Galadriel, though still beautiful and in full command of the various powers, is white-haired and (Elves being longer-lived than humans) several centuries old. There are hints of past dramas in her youth. Tolkien had more than one try at writing those dramas and wrote them in different, conflicting ways, none of which apparently satisfied him.

Other dramatic legends of Middle-Earth’s past are at least fully sketched, though not in a fashion that would have satisfied Tolkien. There are cautionary legends, the tragic results of a quarrel and the short unhappy lives of a couple who inadvertently committed incest. There are lists of monarchs and court histories. There are battles and hero tales. There are maps, too, and etymological notes on words and names in the Elvish languages. If you like that sort of thing you must have Unfinished Tales and, if not, you’ve been warned.

Thursday, December 26, 2024

Book Review: Irrelevant

Title: Irrelevant 

Author: Sara Addison-Fox

Date: 2019

ISBN: 978-0-9951188-2-9

Quote: "I'm not supposed to be nervous about the day I take my Relevance Test, but I am."

Does Relevance mean intelligence? Competence? Not...exactly. It turns out to mean something more like "ability to function as part of a totalitarian government." 

The narrator of that passage (this is one of those books where two narrators take turns, and they sound exactly alike) is Mallory. Addison-Fox obviously believes Mallory is autistic. Young people like Mallory accept the label "autistic" so they can get pensions but, even though Mallory does show a few reactions that suggest some brain trauma in her past, she's not disabled in any way. She's very sensitive to others' "feelings" as well as her own, and there's nothing abnormal about her "feelings." Anyone who remembers that "autistic" literally means disabled by having perceptions so skewed that one fails to learn to communicate even basic approval and disapproval with other people, by being a person who's likely to fall over sidewise if spoken to unexpectedly or howl with pain at the touch of water, will cry foul to Mallory's even claiming that label for herself, much less anyone else telling her that it describes her. 

Mallory is an intelligent eighteen-year-old with a conscience and a habit of rocking back and forth when crying, visualizing a friendly flying dragon when distraught. She fails the Relevance Test because, when asked what she'd do in various job situations, she gives answers indicating that she'd think for herself rather than obey or conform. She's not allowed to go home, but dumped outside the city walls into a little community of fellow Irrelevants. None of them shows any evidence of brain trauma, though the author evidently thinks they're autistic too. 

Real autism, the falling-over-if-spoken-to and howling-at-the-touch-of-water and similar genuinely disabling symptoms, does not exist in this story and it seems unfair to people who have real autism that the book mentions autism at all. A case could be made for using "autistic" to mean "self-directed," if it weren't in general use as meaning "disabled by inability to perceive consensus reality." But it is. Mallory's world doesn't seem to be so much healthier than ours that nobody has the disability we know as autism. The suspicion arises that people whom anyone not on the take would call autistic don't exist in Mallory's world because they're killed and made into the unpalatable nutrient bars people eat.

Anyway, while undergoing the torture of withdrawal from various drugs she's been fed for years--some to maximize docility, some as experiments--Mallory forms an instant bond with a boy, Cristan, who's been dumped out long enough that his skin has tanned. He has lots of temporary tattoo ink, which Mallory adores, not because ink does anything for women but because women tend to adore any and all characteristics of men who show actual concern about us before demanding that we make unwanted babies with them. They can hardly keep their hands off each other even as they're learning how the city government became increasingly totalitarian, even shutting out colors, apparently because it was allowed to do so. It all began with censorship, they're told.

This is volume one of a trilogy, so questions remain unanswered, the main plot unresolved, at the end. 

If you like dystopias, what's not to like about this one is that reading it may make you want to buy the other two books in the trilogy. If you don't like dystopias, well, you've been warned.

Censorship and Cybersecurity

A rant that outgrew the Link Log... 

Let me begin by saying that I, personally, will never miss Tiktok. I have about 200 tabs full of videos that people posted instead of writing blog posts like human beings, and how many of them I'll be able to watch before Google loses the tabs--much as I want to keep up with these people's news--I have no earthly idea. Videos take too long. I tolerate "vlogs" as background noise here on the screen porch because no one else objects to them and because the "vloggers" are older bloggers whose eyes can't read screens as they once did. They're walking around without white canes, but there is a real possibility that, if they read and wrote real blogs, that might cease to be the case. They have to decide what their old eyes are going to see, these days. But I am not interested in the videos young people post because they're too lazy to learn to type. I seldom leave the tab playing the video on the screen; I'm not going to spend those minutes looking at anybody's foolish face. I want people to type at least tweets, or Blue Sky "skeets." Life is too short to sit through videos.

But although Tiktok has already exposed all the personal information young Americans so foolishly shared to people in China who might become our enemies if socialism does enough economic damage in their country, while telling them how rich we are...although a hostile Chinese person who wanted to steal a Tiktokker's identity for evil purposes might already have digital "verification" of that Tiktokker's real first name, where person goes to school, per friends' and crushes' and teachers' names, per face, per voice, per way of walking, and per fingerprints as scanned from a touch screen...as a mechanism for gathering data Americans, and I include everybody on at least the northern continent, should never have typed or scanned into a computer, and using that information to harass people, and claiming a need to censor "hateful" and "hurtful" content as an excuse for censoring valid information that "hurt" sales and political campaigns of people who couldn't dispute the facts, Tiktok's record is outclassed by Meta's. The fact that Meta is US-based in no way means that Meta is either pro-American, or less than un-American. 

Meta is the company that started out as Facebook, then added most of Facebook's former competitors to its competitors. Meta currently owns Beluga, Instagram, Messenger, Onavo, Reality Labs, Snapchat, Threads, and Whats App, and has been allowed to "manage" some operations for Yougov, which is why Yougov's US standards have gone so far downhill. For a while Meta was "managing the US interface" of Live Journal; my understanding is that Meta failed to reduce the frequency or annoying quality of LJ-glitches and settled for alienating the majority of LJ bloggers with an obnoxious ad format, then abandoned ship. 

This web site has had little to say about Meta because the position of this web site is that, if you are surfing the'Net and a site or person asks for your real-world name, or any kind of real-world live-contact information, bank information, medical information, basically any information you would hesitate to give to a stranger on the street, you should close the tab and have nothing to do with that site or person. Sites you want to visit are of two kinds: informative, and interactive. Informative sites display the same information to every visitor, like a newspaper. Interactive sites should ask you to choose a screen name, share an e-mail address, and optionally disclose your web site (if you have one) or set up a password. Laws forbidding sites to ask for a phone number are overdue. If you still have a phone, nobody in cyberspace needs to know about it. If you have or have ever had a credit card, nobody in cyberspace should ever know about that, either. So you should have no interaction with any site owned by Meta, whose business is all about gathering and misusing the kind of information this web site has consistently warned you not to share with anybody online. 

Does your school have a right to know your real name? Does your mother? Does the IRS? Of course they have but that does not mean your real name should be in a computer. You should never touch a computer screen with a fingertip. You should never post a picture of your face or participate in video chat that allows other people to see your face. If someone says you're "secretive" or "paranoid," a useful thing to say is "Yes, I even lock my doors." You should be "secretive" and "paranoid" in cyberspace because it's a precise equivalent of locking doors.

Meta has little or no information about intelligent Americans but, for evil purposes, enemies may prefer information about stupid Americans who post pictures of their homes, inside and out, and pay bills, and put their whole genealogies online. Science fiction used to speculate that biometric "security scans" would give criminals an incentive to murder innocent people for their fingertips. That wouldn't be altogether impossible but it's turned out to be easier for criminals to hack the scanning devices, inserting other people's data, including biometric data, in place of their own. By sending hair to genealogy sites for DNA tests, fingering touch screens that recognize our fingerprints, even turning a video camera on our faces while we sing or dance, we supply biometric data to people who may want to use it against us...whether that be government or corporate interests that want to punish us for dissent, or foreign enemies that want to pretend to be us when they hijack planes or plant bombs. 

Meta belongs to US citizens who enjoy the power of granting access to that information exclusively to the US government--now--but Meta is not omnipotent. Sooner or later Meta will be hacked and that information will be available to those who hate the US. 

Everyone always thinks "Oh that's silly. I'm not rich or famous; who'd want to pretend to be me?" until someone does. Like someone disputing a will who wants to get per hands on someone's legacy to you. Or someone who already has a six-figure credit-card debt and wants to enjoy the benefits of your solid credit. Identity theft can be petty, even trivial: you'd probably use your library card to check out books for someone who's not a local resident, even someone who doesn't find it convenient to pay a library fine, but you'd probably draw the line at lending your card to someone who doesn't even ask you before checking out a book, even if it's only the one book and the person returns it on time. Or even someone with noble intentions, like a student who can't afford the extra expense of being a foreign student at a US university, looks a bit like you, and wants to learn how to help people in per own, poor homeland...whose use of your identity will keep you from getting the tuition grant you need if you want to finish a degree. Accept it. If you are a US, Canadian, or Mexican citizen, even if you are currently homeless, you're better off than a lot of people in this world. Some of those people look enough like you to be able to convince people that an old photo of you is an old photo of one of them. Some of them would pay well for the use of your identity if you'd sell it to them, and some would just as soon keep your identity and take you on a one-way ocean cruise.

So Meta has the full legal names, home addresses, face photos, fingerprint scans, in some cases the DNA scans, bank and credit information, medical test reports, prescriptions, children's names and photos and school records, and list of all the passwords, for all the vain and foolish people in North America and a good number of them around the world. And for people, like Grandma Bonnie Peters, who had enough sense to stay out of Facebook, but who did not anticipate that an employee would "helpfully" set up Facebook accounts for them. There is no way this can possibly end well. The best possible outcome might be for the federal government to criminalize possession of that kind of information and melt down all of Meta's computers but the information is undoubtedly already stored in China, Russia, Nigeria, and other places. 

So who hates Tiktok most? Who's the competitor that's failed to buy a piece of it? Who is guaranteed to profit from Tiktok's demise? Who's detested and distrusted by some people who like Tiktok? Funny, isn't it, how these questions all have the same answer. If Tiktok is shut down, which might not be such a bad thing in et per se apart from being unconstitutional, Meta grows even bigger.

I think that a ban on Tiktok could be framed and enforced as legitimate, constitutional protection of any more gathering of data for evil purposes...but only if it's followed by a ban on Meta. Punishing Tiktok in order to reward Meta for doing the same bleep thing is altogether unethical. Ignoring both companies is the sort of thing the Biden administration would do. Shutting both down is the sort of thing serious swamp drainers would do. The shutdown should be based on the inherent risk of storing identifying data and the need to keep such data out of the Internet. It should require businesses to store information about customers, like home addresses, on paper or on devices that cannot be connected to the Internet.

Sabrina Salvati doesn't seem to be very conscious of the evils of censorship, and may have emotional feelings about foreign countries that I would not describe as "smart" or even "funny." (If you have not lived in a country, the only kind of emotion you can intelligently attach to it is curiosity.) She sounds as if she's most concerned about the incomes of her foreign e-friends. And I can see no reason why a woman would ever defend rapists and baby killers, nor why anyone would embed the clips of the foul-mouthed young man's rant in a video and publish them under her own name. But she's right about the badness of what is, as it stands, in force as a "Facebook Aggrandizement Act." Here is her video, and yes, vlogs do languish on my waiting list for nine months or more. Use it if you need audiovisual communication. I recommend muting the sound when the young man comes on.

Hemileuca Tricolor

With Hemileuca tricolor we come close to the end of the Hemileuca species list. Based on DNA studies alone, Hemileuca vanschayki is a distinct species, but (as with siriae) very little has been written about it; without DNA studies it looks like just another variant of H. eglanterina, and no difference in behavior or habitat has been identified. H. venosa is still sometimes received as a species name but documentation of it online is still limited to lists, no articles or photos. H. washingtonensis has been discussed as a subspecies of H. nuttalli; H. watsoni is now considered a subspecies of H. electra; H. yavapai has been reclassified as a subspecies of H. juno. Not enough material is available to make an article about any of these species, nor do their names appear on a majority of the current lists. So the next and last post about the Hemileucas will be an index. 

What follows will depend on you, Gentle Readers. Although only Automeris io is found in Virginia, the genus Automeris is very similar to the genus Hemileuca; there was some disagreement about which genus some species belonged to. There are more species of Automeris than of Hemileuca. Along with all the Automeris species, some species of Coloradia and Saturnia, and especially Lonomia, can be described as stingingworms and, in some ways, resemble the Hemileucas. In the rest of the world, Africa seems to have no native species of caterpillars that sting, but Europe and Asia have a few, and we haven't even considered the slug moth family Those who enjoy caterpillar gross-outs might choose to fund more articles about those moths. Both slug moth caterpillars, many of which sting, and the other silk moth caterpillars, which don't sting but can be very large and bristly, tend to be hard for insect-phobic people to appreciate. The silk moth genus does, after all, include the horned-devils.

Alternatively, you might prefer to fund articles about prettier things. Birds and flowers have been thoroughly covered. Bees and beetles, and the vast number of moths whose caterpillars don't sting, not so much. Or we could move on to some other field of human knowledge. There are enough butterflies to satisfy most readers' interest in fun facts about insects, I'm sure. 

Now for the fun facts about Hemileuca tricolor, the Tricolor Buck Moth or Three-Colored Sheep Moth.


Photo from ButterfliesAtHome. Exactly how do they count the three colors? Dark, medium, and light on the wings, or white and neutral-colored on the wings and orange on the body and antennae?

Its other distinction is that a higher proportion of the web sites that Google is willing to show, that mention this species, focus on the caterpillar's sting. Its Mexican name is quemador. Some Westerners call them burnworms, as distinct from other stingingworms. Relatively little is available about this species, and though the moths have their admirers, the emphasis seems to be on the fact that "the caterpillars...will sting you something terrible!" (as a Flickr poster put it).

H. tricolor is found in a wide band of land on both sides of the Mexican-US border. Here's a report of its effect on a nature walk in Baja California.


On the US side it's found most often in Arizona and New Mexico, where the caterpillars can get all the paloverde and mesquite they want to eat. They can also eat acacia and mimosa leaves. H. tricolor is listed among wildlife found near Las Vegas, and is sometimes found in Utah and California.


Photo by Astover45. His head looks like a pinhead in a cushion of fur. (Males have feathery antennae; females have hairlike ones.)

Bodies are about an inch long, usually a fraction over one inch. Wingspans range from just over 2 inches to just over 3 inches; females are typically larger than males. The proportions of dark and white speckling in the colored bands on the wings varies. Individuals can look black...


Photo by Desertdutchman.

Or pale...


Photo by Salticidude. Females are more likely to show a pinkish or brownish color, males a bluish gray. Hind wings can be relatively light-colored with white margins, or may look plain white.

The upper legs, as well as the thorax, are furry. The abdominal section is also furry with bands of longer hair around its various segments. Under stress, like other Hem,ileucas, the moth tends to curl up and display its most vulnerable area. Possibly it resembles a wasp enough to make this behavior pay, once in a while. It can't sting, and probably doesn't think it can. It has probably formed the habit of curling up from being a caterpillar who was cushioned, when it fell, by landing on its bristles. The fur may be what causes people to describe these moths as "stunningly beautiful," or "tribbles with wings." The moth's fur is not considered venomous, but some say it can be irritating. (Short ends of human hair can also be irritating.)

The life cycle is apparently similar to that of other Hemileucas. Females exude a subtle scent that humans don't notice, but male moths can smell half a mile away. Males race toward a female, who is as eager to unload some eggs as the males are to fertilize them. 


Photo by Clara4. The one who dared to get close enough to touch her first is 99.99% sure of being her chosen mate, but the other three (or more) hang around, catching their breath and no doubt hoping the chosen male drops dead. Silk moths typically spend some time cuddling and enjoying each other's company before and after the reproductive act. 

However, once the female flits off to lay her eggs, the romance is over; both male and female Hemileucas normally have the ability to mate three times, if they survive long enough, and each time they will ignore prospects of their own age if a younger moth is available. Both sexes release most of their viable gametes in the first mating, because both are unlikely to survive long enough to mate again. 

Females lay eggs on a twig of an appropriate plant and hope it will put forth suitable leaves when the caterpillars hatch in spring. Their first few skins are black, and contain relatively little venom. They like to maintain physical contact between bristles, presenting the appearance of a solid mat of thorns to predators. After eating their way through three caterpillar skins they separate; now they eat fast enough that each one needs a leaf of its own. 


Photo by Suecar. The yellow color can be bright or, as shown, subtle. 

The final caterpillar skin has rows of branching bristles around the head and tail end and along the lower sides, and a double row of rosette-shaped bristles on the back. The severity of the sting depends on the number of bristle tips that stick in the skin. Rosette-shaped bristles inflict more pain than branching ones, though branching ones are usually enough to remind people to avoid contact with stingingworms.

The inflammation we form on contact with stingingworms is an allergy-type reaction that almost all humans have--some more intensely than others. Anaphylactic shock can occur, but it's rare. Usually pain is confined to the point of contact and fades after bristle tips are removed. 

Before the hottest part of the summer the caterpillars hide under dead leaves or sand and pop out of their bristly skins in a smooth pupal shell. The last shed skin is usually near or attached to the end of the pupal shell, and still stings if touched. 

Sometimes in autumn like other Hemileucas, but usually in spring (sometimes January--the Sonora Desert doesn't really have winter) the moths hatch out, or eclose, and crawl up onto the ground looking like grubs with only stubs of wings. 


Photo by Antrozousamelia. The poor little fellow's wings and antennae are still expanding. He can't yet fly. He thinks exposing his curled abdomen may help him survive. Little does he know that he's safe as if his mother had ever had arms to cradle him in.

They climb up a vertical surface and spend some time pumping haemolymph into their extremities, expanding wings and legs. As the female's wings expand her scent gland starts "calling" males. Before most females test their wings, they mate. After mating they fly for a bit, then lay most of their eggs, then rest for a few hours and, if they can, mate again and lay a few more eggs. Whether or not there is a second mating, fewer eggs will hatch from a moth's second or third brood. Second matings will increase the rate of hatching only slightly. 

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Book Review: Decker & Joy

Title: Decker & Joy

Author: Elle Rush

Date: 2016

Publisher: Deidre Gould

Quote: "A year after hanging out his shingle as a private investigator, his dream of being hired as a private detective was dying a painful death."

Then Decker the detective is assigned to track an espionage device, disguised as an Elvis doll, that's been mysteriously lodged in the walls between a "Pure Bred" pet store and a store called "Kitten Caboodle" that sells pet toys and screens adopters for actual pets. There is no store that humanely cares for rescued animals without control-freaking. Joy, the control freak who runs "Kitten Caboodle," would like to keep all four of the kittens she has for sale, pardon me, pricier "adoption," but at least she makes it hard for people to "adopt" them. Joy lives in an apartment where she's not allowed to have a pet of her own. She likes Decker, though, and so do the kittens. 

It's a sweet Christmas romance so we know where this is leading. Well, not quite. A company in Winnipeg is actually setting up meetings between potential couples whose names remind people of Christmas carols. Decker and Joy are single. Will they become a couple? Will they move to Winnipeg as a couple? Do people who've been given Christmas-carol names adapt more easily to a place where at least all their Christmases will be white, and probably most of their other holidays as well?

Is this what it takes for employers in Winnipeg to hire people?

The writer known as Elle Rush, we are told at the end, is based in Winnipeg. So maybe she would know. 

Anyway, it's a cute, funny, clever romance. I laughed. Enjoy it, or just enjoy the thought of it, as you like. Merry Christmas, Gentle Readers. God help us every one.

Eighties Sweaters Are Back: 2.3. Instant Gratification Sweaters

Is anybody online on Christmas Day? Not many people. On the assumption that, if you celebrated Christmas, you wouldn't be surfing the'Net this morning, here is the long delayed end of a series I did a few years ago. I thought, "Oh well, New York fashions last one season at a time," but Eighties sweaters seem to be coming back into fashion more than ever. I've seen several on college chicks, some in department stores, and some in TV commercials this winter. So why not finish the series now? I started knitting in 1989, so anything I actually made in the Eighties, if still usable, is not for sale. But hand knitting is fashion-proof, so several things I've made in the Nineties or later used real 1980s patterns and/or yarns! Hand-knitted things are part of your personal style that may or may not be currently being copied in New York. 

These are the Instant Gratification projects--large pieces, sweaters, shawls, or blankets, made from very simple patterns, often on extra-large needles, to be finished in one rainy weekend. Mary Anne Erickson and Eve Cohen traced the fad to Palm Beach, where they described knitters working with one ordinary needle and one extra-large needle to make longer rows of stitches that produced knitted fabric, albeit rather loosely knitted fabric, faster. Many people who learned to knit in the Eighties wanted to knit a sweater in a weekend. And they wore those sweaters, too. 

While my feeling at the time was that pattern books like Condo Knitting and Weekend Knits pushed the idea too far, some delightfully Eighties sweaters were designed around the idea of "make it fast, without thinking much about it." 

Most Instant Gratification projects were knitted for the knitter's personal use. Some of the Instant Gratification Sweaters I've made have stayed around a long time, but they do eventually find homes when the right person finds them. The one I wear most is my Blanket Shawl, a wonderful serendipitous thing I made when I had just the right mix of scraps to make it 50% shrinkable animal fibres and 50% stretchable acrylics, so on the whole it tends to stretch a little under its own weight when worn but snap back to size when machine-laundered. About half the people who comment on it say it looks like the blankets "homeless" characters wear in TV movies (real homeless people usually wear heavy, grimy overcoats), and half ask if I can do another one like it. I can do more Blanket Shawls, and have done them, but there'll never be another one quite like mine, which is not for sale. It used up the last bits of several authentic 1980s yarns.

Here are some Instant Gratification projects I am willing to sell.


The vest shape is an authentic Eighties one that Sue Bradley used for several of her designs. The denim look comes from mixing scraps and damaged yarns, including a big ball of damaged blue wool, with a durable white sock yarn. This vest will last for years, though it may show its age.


The shaping here was published later than the 1980s in a book by Laura Militzer Bryant, but the boxy, blousy shape and ribbed waist give it that 1980s look...and the "Spring" colors really were a 1980s fad but, as most people had been warned not to wear them, they didn't sell well and became hard to find. The main yarn I used was indeed sold in the 1980s, left over from a child's coat I'd made when the yarn was new. 


If you could see the whole sweater you'd recognize the "batwing" shape. It really peaked in the late 1970s, as did the brown/sand/cream color mix, but designers were still using it in the early Eighties... until some dress-for-success expert warned that "batwings don't fly up the corporate ladder." There was  a feeling that people couldn't keep their minds on their jobs if they found it easy to move and breathe. I earned a lot of money helping people reduce the pain being uncomfortable at the office caused, and I say that people not only can keep their minds on the jobs when they feel comfortable but have a right to sue the company if they don't. Whether people feel comfortable in drapey cardigans or snug tailored blazers or in their shirts with no toppers at all, in the office, is their business. Anyway, in the mid-eighties batwing sweaters were ruled un-businesslike, and suddenly people remembered that as a fashion fad they'd peaked in the previous decade. But they looked good on some people--not all.

I stumbled across the Eighties yarn in 2003, while shopping for books at the Teen Challenge store in Laurel, Maryland. Someone drove up to offer the store a donation, and one of the young workers recognized me and rushed out to interrupt my husband, who was reading a detective story in the car. "Aren't you the ones who were looking for yarn a few years ago? We don't have a yarn department but someone just gave us a load of yarn! Would you take it, free of charge?" My husband prudently did and I made a couple of sweaters out of it, including this remake of an Eighties design.


This pattern was published in the 1980s but, so far as I know, only in French and only on the imported yarn wrappers. It may well have appeared in a company magazine I've not found! In real life the sleeves and sides of the sweater do match (although the stripes are different), the wrapper tied to the front border is meant to be untied once you've absorbed the manufacturer's instructions for washing this fancy brushed acrylic, and the long turn-back cuffs and stand-up collar were Eighties fads, as were the Autumn colors. 


Elizabeth Zimmermann first published the instructions for this child's jacket and the matching hoodless woman's jacket, not shown, long before the 1970s, but they were reprinted in her books and used in the Eighties. In real life the sides of both jackets match. (Some of these photos were snapped by an impatient college kid whose mother had "volunteered" the student's services without consulting the student...)


This scrap-yarn tabard wasn't really an Eighties fad; designers continued to play with a revival of "tabard" styles (fastened down the sides rather than the front or back) that really took place in the Seventies. I actually made it in 2005. It's meant to be worn as an easy-on, easy-open, never-too-heavy cover-up to throw over your pajamas on a chilly morning. It's mostly mohair and is not meant to be machine-laundered. (It's not at all like the "feel the pattern" natural-yarn shawl e-friend Elizabeth Barrette had a character knit in one of her Terramagne poems, but since you can feel the pattern in the different textures of the yarn, it came to mind as I read the poem. You can see EB's poems, and sponsor more of them, at http://ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com. You can also commission a real-world version of the triangular "feel the pattern" shawl, either in all-natural undyed yarns, which will be expensive, or in a mix of cheaper pale-colored scraps, which would cost $50.)


This cardigan is more than half cotton, so it shouldn't be as stifling as some Instant Gratification Sweaters were. It also contains a fair bit of wool and mohair, so shrinking and stretching should in theory balance and stabilize the size of the piece even if it gets wet. It should fit an average woman, maybe a tall one depending on how you like your cardigans to fit. I tend to like a cardigan with room to fit over a hoodie, which is how this one would fit me. Things designed for children in the 1980s, when sweaters were meant to have "positive ease" measured in number of inches they were wider than the wearer's chest, have been bought by young, tall, busty women who say a stretched-to-fit look is more fashionable these days...the sweater is about 40" around.


The main yarn here is a mohair blend, and mohair tends to fluff out to fill in the spaces in extremely loose, fast knitting. The irregular stripes are formed by an open mesh stitch. This is a very large (late 1980s "fit" for a 38" bust or chest measurement, so the actual sweater has about a 50" bust/chest measurement) jacket that should have room for anybody; sleeves are to roll back, waist is to hang down like a coat. Actually the size is up to the owner. If you want a smaller jacket, wet it and let it shrink--almost all the yarn is wool or mohair, so it will. If you want the same size or wider or longer, wet it, pin it down to shape, and let it dry on a board. 


One reason I like making clothes for sale is that it allows me to look at all those pretty Summer pastel colors that look so good, to me, on a shelf and so bad next to my sallow Winter face. This cardigan was designed for a "cropped" look, which was more fashionable in the 1990s but was sometimes seen in the 1980s, on a tall woman. It comes right down over my waistline for a maximally unflattering look on me. It would have a very 1980s look if worn by a tall, thin, blue-eyed woman over a beige or light blue, knee-length, boxy skirt, with either a wide belt (preferably in a shade of brown or beige that matched some of the stripes in the sweater) or a close-fitting blouse.


Black and white striped tops were an early 1980s trend that stayed popular. I can afford to offer this vest for $10 plus shipping charges, which was a bargain even in the Eighties. It should fit up to a 42" bust with room for a shirt underneath, up to a 40" with room for a sweater or sweatshirt.

There's not really a book I can recommend as containing only Instant Gratification patterns. This is partly because many of the best ones don't have patterns at all. Take some yarn you enjoy looking at, make a gauge swatch, work out how many stitches make the width of what you want, cast on that many stitches, and knit until you reach the length you want. Add borders, collars, patch pockets, etc., if you want them. It really is that easy. If you want to use up a lot of scraps, use multicolor patterns. If you have enough of one color to make what you want, use that. However, most pattern books and magazines contain a few very simple designs, often made with large yarn and needles, to encourage beginning knitters. After you've made a few sweaters these will be Instant Gratification projects.

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Christmas Alone

Special post for people who are thinking "Christmas won't be Christmas without..." any of the people we've lost in the past year or two...

It won't be the same. Of course not. Life is short and, if there is a person you can imagine wishing you had told you love him or her while the person was alive, pick up that pen, or phone if person still has a phone, now. (Go on. Do it. This web site will wait.) 

If you've written letters expressing good will and appreciation and penitence and so on to everyone you can think of (Really? Everyone? The mail carrier? The garbage collector? The neighbors who've behaved so well you've not had to think about them all year?), and it's still Christmas, this may be an indication that you have another obligation left.

There is a no-specific-religion tradition especially for people who have no one at all to celebrate major holidays with. That is Christmas at Waffle House.

I'm not saying that anyone who reads this site would pay twelve dollars for a plate of pancakes, when pancake mix and pancake syrup are so cheap (and so unhealthy), but that's not required. All you have to buy, by way of thanking the company for hosting this event, is a heinously overpriced cup of coffee. 

It's not obligatory, but it's fun, to take a box of little gift items. Unused--it's not Boxing Day yet--things like handmade artsy-craftsy ornaments, or pocket-sized useful things like flashlights, batteries, samples of fancy toiletries... This is also a traditional excuse to wear anything you enjoy wearing that happens to be bright red or green, or have a midwinter or Christmas motif on it. 

"Instead of dinner at MY GRANDMA'S house, y'want me to get dressed up to hang out with a lot of people who probably are homeless, and/or deserve to be homeless, in an overpriced, overcrowded restaurant full of junkfood and the smell of filthy trench coats with cigarette ashes...?!?!?!" 

I never said that walking in the woods, on the beach, wherever, and mourning for the person who's not walking beside you, might not feel better for you than doing Christmas at Waffle House. If you feel that way, do what feels right for you.

If you feel ready to cheer up people who are ready and willing to be cheered, however, dress up and take a few dozen wee gifties to your local Waffle House. Hand them out to everyone, whether they came with their families to cheer up other people, or came in alone to be cheered. Try to get into a few conversations with total strangers. You might meet a homeless person who is sober enough to benefit from help with money, a job, a place to stay, etc. You might meet a comfortably retired person who has outlived all of per friends and wants to make new acquaintances. You never know.

Last year's Christmas blog posts led to my being initiated into this tradition by a family who got into Christmas in a big way. I don't. I asked myself, "Now that the grandmother in this family is dead, and my generation have moved to a different town, am I going to walk out to Waffle House with a basket of wee gifties this year?" I asked myself this question in Wal-Mart after being handed a holiday bonus by a client. The answer was still "No." Handing out trinkets at Waffle House is not my calling. The only way I'd object to spending the holidays all alone would be if I'd fallen and couldn't get up. Christmas at Waffle House is a calling for people who want to be with other people on Christmas Day. It's cheap, it's a way to practice kindness to extroverts, and who knows, you might make a new friend.

Web Log for 12.23.24

One link.

Wokeness Explained

Griper takes issue with Dolly Parton's "Imagination Library," girning that Parton is a "White Savior." A White savior is better than no savior at all and iirc the Partons, whose home base is just a long walk from Cherokee Town, are biracial, but, as this article points out, the griper's real concern seems to be that she's not been invited to manage the program. The author states, without offering detailed evidence, that "woke" gripers are usually job seekers...



Book Review: Time Crystal

Title: Time Crystal

Author: Sara Wright

Date: 2022

ISBN: 978-1-957947-00-6

Quote: "Troubled times are coming."

This is one of those short-stories-as-novelettes that seem hardly worth printing all by themselves, but, as e-books, they can be such a blessing to people who want to get a book report (or a batch of book reviews) written during a bustling holiday season...I didn't order enough books with holly and jingle bells on the covers to review one every day of this month, but there'll be a Christmas story for Christmas Day!

Are troubled times coming? Very. As King Oren meets with some of his peers, in a planetary system made up of an even mix of science fiction and fantasy tropes, their elemental energies run high and a planet barely misses destruction. That's about all I can say without spoiling the plot.

If you like seeing familiar favorite tropes remixed, you will enjoy meeting the earthy, watery, fiery, and airy leaders of the fictional world in which the author has set a series of full-length novels. 

Monday, December 23, 2024

Book Review: A Single Spark

Title: A Single Spark

Author: Tayvia Pierce

Date: 2019

Length: 467 pages

Quote: "My name is Carys...I am not a terrible person, despite what the history books will say."

In this book, which is a Volume 1, there's no reason for the history books to find Carys a terrible person. She's young, privileged, bland, but willing to work, learn, and fight. At the beginning of the story she's the middle of three children and the least spoiled-bratty, which is why her father names her his heir. Older brother Iolyn, 25 when the story begins, is a drinker and fairly useless. Younger sister Rhian, 15, is a bundle of hormones. Carys, 20, takes over the family budget. They all think their mother is dead, but midway through the story she comes back. Carys remains in charge of the budget. 

Because they're rich they're not supposed to go out without guards. Carys's father is old school enough to imagine that young women can be trained to feel snobbish enough to be trusted not to notice that the guards he's picked for them are young men. He is, of course, wrong. When it becomes obvious that the family's money isn't going to be restored, he betroths each daughter to one of the guards. That doesn't go well, either. Both sisters are more interested in a man they meet in a place where they're staying while their father tries to restore his fortune. He's called Ben; he appears to be about 25 and is willing to teach Carys basic self-defense so she can protect Rhian. He and Carys could easily "fall in love," but all is not what it seems in their fairytale kingdom. There's a race of Elves, in the grand Tolkien manner, and then there's a race of human-elf crossbreeds. Ben is one of them. He patronizes human brothels; he doesn't want to fall in love with a human whose life expectancy will be only about a tenth of his. 

But the family's story is not a simple romance written to show how, even when young people want to do the right thing, marry the people their parents choose, and let love follow if it will, Romantic Love tends to mess up that kind of tidy arrangement. Ben's past comes back; Rhian comes home to find him beaten and left for dead on the floor. The girls' mother has her own source of wealth, so the family can afford to continue living as "nobles," but is she trustworthy? Their sad, prematurely aged father...

A review couldn't spoil the ending if it tried. This book has no ending, in the literary sense. It ends on a cliff-hanger. It ends without giving any idea of why people would think Carys is a terrible person.

I received a review copy of this book, months ago. It's not that I didn't appreciate it. It's not that I didn't make several attempts to read it. It's that, for no obvious reason, I'd get somewhere between half and a third of the way through it and Chrome would crash and lose the tab. Well. I finally managed to hold the tab open long enough to read the book, so I'm pretty sure local weather plus Microsoft's idiotic efforts to sell more "updates" and "upgrades" and paid subscription services are to blame, not the e-book itself. I was not always sure about this, but now I am.

Butterfly of the Week: Blue Triangle

This week's butterfly is found in Australia. Scientists call it Graphium choredon; Australians call it the Blue Triangle. Some also call them Bluebottles, after a British species of fly, not butterfly, that shows a similar color. Then there's Peacock, not because they have any resemblance to Europe's Peacock Butterflies (which we'll discuss in a few years; they're pretty) or Peacock Moth but because the actual peacock has blue and green spots on his tail feathers, and Wanderer, because they fly far and fast and high and can travel long distances.


Photo by Peter Rowland. Other clear and informative butterfly photos, and a link to his other work, at https://prpw.com.au/project_category/butterfly/ .

Why choredon? It sounds like one of those names of heroes of Greek literature that were given to so many other Swallowtails, but Google does not find a character in ancient or modern literature with this name. Greek translation sites suggest chorodia, a choir, and chorizo, to separate, which can mean "to separate oneself, to be aloof," which does seem appropriate. It was given this name by the Felders in 1864, so it's too latet to ask them whether the butterfly's tendency to keep to itself was what they had in mind.

The butterfly was known before 1864 but was presumed to be a subspecies of Graphium (then called Papilio) sarpedon. The Felders' argument for recognizing it as a distinct species has been preserved...in Latin.



Photo by Coelacanths. As with many species, this butterfly's color depends considerably on lighting. At some angles to the light the triangle may look white rather than blue.

It is one of the smaller butterflies in the Swallowtail family, with a wingspan only two to two and a half inches, and no "tails" on its hind wings; but it catches the eye. 


Photo by Richard1251, showing that some individuals do show vestigial tails. But only vestigial. 

It is what some scientists call a charismatic species. It inspires artists. For example, in this video its movements have been synchronized to music:


This piece of scientific speculation considers its prospects if some versions of global warming theory turn out to be correct: 


Before considering anything written about "global climate change" this web site remembers that (1) this web site has seen several "climate change" theories come and go, and (2) local warming really is happening, and (3) people who seem emotionally attached to "global climate change" also tend to be attached to unsustainable political ideas that would be unlikely to stop "global climate change" if it happened. But those three facts don't mean that global climate change CAN'T happen. That all theories and theoretical models of "global climate change," so far, have predicted changes that have not happened, does not mean that no change will ever happen. It merely means that we don't know whether local warming effects will aggravate global warming, some day, or offset global cooling. We do know that "cap and trade," "let's just move the pollution somewhere else and say we've fixed the problem here," and similar socialist ploys are very effective ways of aggravating discontent, but not effective ways of reducing local warming. We know that, if we want to reduce local warming's effect on local ecosystems, nothing that can be left for bigger government to do can accomplish as much as twenty private people walking wherever they can. 


Photo by Jamesbenny, who notes that it was taken in March--late summer in Australia. 

Asian sources describe the Blue Triangle as living at lower elevations. This might give US readers the wrong idea. Relative to the towering Himalayas, altitudes below 5000 feet above sea level are considered "fairly low." In the US, any altitude high enough to affect the boiling point of water is called a "higher elevation." These butterflies live in flat land and on some of what might be called big hills or small mountains, not on snow-capped peaks. They fly high, too, usually sailing above the treetops. 

Denis Wilson observed that, in a butterfly garden where more gregarious Graphium macleayanus were feasting on his buddleia bushes, the macleayanus chased the choredon away. They can't physically fight. They can knock each other down, but some butterflies do that in courtship; they are too light to hurt each other. What can they do to drive other butterflies away from food or leks? No human can really know. Possibly they exude scent at each other, finding each other's scents disgusting enough to destroy their appetites.


Blue Triangles are said to smell like camphor, which most insects don't like. Macleayanus may smell even worse.

Though what do humans know? Maybe Graphium macleayanus sell insurance...Right. That was a joke. But the Internet contains sillier ideas about these butterflies. In indigenous Australian tradition butterflies may have been seen as psychopomps because they flew away into the sky, or as symbols of resurrection or reincarnation because they survive metamorphosis, but New Agers and Neo-Pagans who want people to send them money have set up web sites claiming that these butterflies bring love, luck, joy, and all wishes granted. Let's see...do Australians file for divorce? Do they seek treatment for depression? Right.

The various Inaturalist pages, which have collected almost 2000 photos of Blue Triangles (nearly all from Australia), reveal some interesting trivia about the species. While another page noted that the easiest way to photograph male Swallowtails (of most species) in dry country is to find where a large animal's urine is soaking into the ground, Blue Triangles also show an interest in surfaces with a color close to their distinctive color markings.


Photo by Diana_Odonnell.


Photo by Stalaxy.


Photo by Nat_Ko.


Photo by Kknaus.


Photo by Julian3669.


Photo by Renee_A. I'll stop here. There are a lot of these pictures. The butterflies don't seem particularly keen on sweaty or beach-salty human skin, but they do flutter around turquoise-blue clothing, bags, etc. Whether they feel curious about things that seem to match their distinctive color, see them as rivals and want to drive them away, or think they are pretty and admire turquoise-colored objects, the attraction is not an appetite for food. The flowers they pollinate are usually pink or white.


Or, in some cases, pink and white. Photo by Peterwatts165.

They occasionally join mixed flocks but are usually found alone or in pairs. It will be interesting to observe whether prolonged human cultivation of cinnamon trees, expanding their food supply, makes this species more gregarious, in the way large groves of pawpaw trees reportedly make our Zebra Swallowtails more gregarious. Mother butterflies place one egg on a leaf, and caterpillars are found one on a leaf.  

Males and females look similar, although males have furry scent folds on the inside edges of their hind wings. For many Swallowtail species it's possible to say that females have larger wings with less contrasting color, whether this means that females are black while males are yellow, that males are black and red while females are brown and orange...For Graphium choredon it's possible to find photos of couples where one butterfly has bigger wings, or one butterfly has dark brown borders around bluish white triangles while the other has black borders and bright turquoise triangles, or both, or neither. They don't seem to care. They recognize each other by scent.


Photo by Billybaracus. Formal studies don't seem to have been done, but the little chap displaying his scent folds (above) may well be able to smell what the female thinks of him, even through his own scent. 

Courting couples spend some time flying about together before mating back to back. Several people have snapped three or more good clear photos of one pair's courtship flight. This site, with a side view showing just how long the male Blue Triangle's scented hairs can grow, documents that butterflies can mate in the usual animal position. Most don't, since other positions are less likely to damage their wings, but they can.


Blue Triangles are widespread and abundant because they can eat leaves of any of about two dozen plant species. The species was found wild in damp areas. Its host plants, all of which are shrubs and trees in the laurel family, grew wild in damp areas. They originally ate leaves of native trees like brown laurel, blush walnut, wilga, bollywood, and bollygum. The butterflies are content with host plants reared and watered by humans, so they have spread into dry parts of Australia and can become a nuisance on cinnamon trees, avocado trees, or camphor laurels. They are often found in suburban gardens. They seem to be only occasional visitors, not residents, in New Zealand--so far. 

For people who want to rear these butterflies, this site has a fuller list of native Australian host plants:


They seem to have a few other abilities other butterflies lack. Several photos suggest that couples can fly while mating, and one at Inaturalist, showing a butterfly curling itself under as it sips fresh orange juice, suggests that Blue Triangles may be one of the butterfly species that can eat, excrete, and reabsorb nutrients they've excreted all in one slurping session. (Butterflies really don't "poop" but they do excrete some liquid.)

Eggs resemble tiny round white beads, less than a millimetre across. Like other Swallowtail eggs, they're normally laid on the undersides of fresh young leaves.


Photo by Rodedmonds. Rodedmonds, however, also observed a mother butterfly apparently placing about a dozen eggs on the top side of an older, thicker leaf. Something must have gone wrong.

Caterpillars are usually some shade of green, with humped backs and flattened tail ends. Hatchlings are about 1.5 mm long. The green color is mottled with tiny lines and dots of yellow, black, and white. In some individuals the black or white predominates over the green; in some black and yellow predominate and the caterpillar looks brown. 


Photo by Rattyexplores.


Photo by Rattyexplores.


Photo by Megahertzia. 


For Blue Triangles as for other Graphiums, the earliest caterpillar skins have extremely humped backs and several little prickly points that make them less fun for birds to eat. The later caterpillar skins have smaller prickles and an almost conical shape, resembling the pupa, which is usually well camouflaged in green (sometimes brown)/ 


Photo by Nadsyg. Mature caterpillars have a yellow stripe across the hump. This is not the osmeterium, which is stored inside the hump. As the large hump suggests, these caterpillars have large osmeteria. The osmeterium is displayed under stress; making a peaceful, solitary caterpillar "put out its horns" is probably cruel, though some species seem to extrude their osmeteria far more readily than others. 


The inner workings of the osmeterium are in the hump, but, when displayed, the osmeterium protrudes a few segments ahead of the stripe across the hump. Photo by Nicklambert.

Photo by Lianaj. This caterpillar has one of the more complex color patterns sometimes observed, with a yellow or even orange head and a patch of darker color on the front side of its hump, and paler color behind. It had that pattern even on the pale dull skin it has just cast off and is now tidily eating. 

When caterpillars normally live alone and eat their cast-off skins, we know by now what this means for anyone trying to rear butterflies. They are not committed vegetarians. Siblings may tolerate each other or even huddle together to confuse predators, while they have plenty of fresh leaves to eat, but they should be kept one to a cage or sleeve. 

In the context of rearing butterflies, someone on Reddit mentioned a fun fact that apparently some people who try to rear butterflies don't know beforehand. Caterpillars can't drink, and butterflies can't eat. Caterpillars get all their water from the fresh leaves their mouths are adapted to chew up. If the leaves they find are too dry, they can die of thirst beside a dish of water, which is useless to most caterpillars (although a few caterpillars like to go paddling on a hot day). Butterflies, conversely, get all their nutrients--primarily sugar for flying, though they also need mineral salts for successful reproduction, which is why so many males of pollinator species do some composting. They can starve to death beside a piece of fruit if it's not juicy. In the wild state they will go and forage, successfully or not, for what they lack. If kept in a cage they must be supplied with what they need.


Photo by Dustaway.

In about three weeks, the butterfly ecloses.


Photo by Rosemary Robins. 



Photo by Sylvia Felicity Ann Haworth, who snapped eleven recognizable photos of a courting couple of Blue Triangles.