Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Web Log for 11.10.26

This is Veterans Day. If your favorite veteran is still alive, go and make it memorable. (Even if he's my ex-brother-in-law who served in peacetime and just missed being drummed out of the Navy for not staying fit...he's still some of The Nephews' favorite veteran, and I salute you lot for that.) This web site will wait.

Animals 

Notice how many of America's most popular breeds just happen to be on the busybodies' hate list?


Crime & Punishment 

Pity and a shame about Russell Brand. It's very hard to believe some men have ever committed rape, on the grounds that so many women would consent to whatever they wanted, it's hard to imagine where they found those non-consenters. Cosby may have had a thing about wanting his partners in premarital sex to be stoned out of their minds before he dared to get close, but he was a movie star, these women chose to take drugs with him...it's sick to want to do anything with an unconscious person other than (a) leave person alone or (b) try to revive person, but it's also sick to want to get drunk or stoned. Bill Clinton, by all reports, is a big clumsy slob who physically injures people just by being clumsy, so all kinds of people felt abused by him. Brand looks on screen as if he'd be attractive, but he may also be deeply repulsive, in some way, at close range. I don't want to know.

What we do want men to know is: the way to be safe is to keep your trousers together. If you were not married and you Summoned the Stork, no woman ever has wanted or will want a premarital pregnancy, so even if she's a political enemy who was saying "yes yes yes" at the time, she can lie and physical evidence can get you into serious trouble, because you're responsible for not causing any unwanted pregnancies. You can legally have all kinds of fun before marriage so long as you don't do anything that COULD cause pregnancy. Keep your DNA where it can't be used against you, and all will be well.

This guy gets it.


Immigration 

This seems like a good solution. YOU want immigrants? YOU rent them rooms! And someone will be checking to make sure they're getting regular meals and paychecks, and as much continuing education as seems relevant to their purposes. This web site particularly looks forward to seeing Miss Gina's immigrants, er um I mean guests for life or until they decide to go home, whichever, graduate from the University of Texas.


#MadMen 

Is even a Loony Lefty boy REALLY stupid enough to say this?


If he said it, and if he's not in prison before Christmas, that would be a failure. 

Music Links 

Oliver Anthony.


Made with Blender, so I probably shouldn't have watched it, but cute.


Tears for Fears.


Poem 

Well...free verse. But it's good free verse. This poem goes with Pete Hampton's paintings. (Yes, late January is the rainy, growing season in some parts of California. Landscapes seem greener because in summer they were what Californians euphemistically call gold. Air feels chilly if you're wet but hardly ever gets cold enough to slow down plant growth. Harvest season occurs in what the pioneers in the Eastern States called "starving time," the end of winter. Some of the eccentricities of Californians have to be attributed to weather.)

Book Review: Veeps

Happy Veterans Day! Here's a snarky collection of fun facts that may appeal to your favorite veteran.

Title: Veeps: Profiles in Insignificance

Author: Bill Kelter with Wayne Shellabarger

Publisher: Top Shelf Productions

Date: 2008

ISBN: 1603090037

Length: 296 pages

If you don't like Joe Biden, consider the company he's joined...

These fun facts are taken from Veeps: Profiles in Insignificance, a new collection of fun facts collected by Bill Kelter and Wayne Shellabarger. The book contains two to six pages of fun facts about each of our first forty-six Vice-Presidents; this article contains just one fact each, plus bonus chapters about a few memorable vice-presidential candidates.

1. John Adams: Despite a distinguished career before and after his term as George Washington’s vice-president, during those years he was remembered mainly for proposing fancy titles for the President. Adams was plump, and another senator proposed giving him the appellation “His Rotundity.”

2. Thomas Jefferson: Became vice-president by finishing in second place to John Adams. His achievement during this time was A Manual of Parliamentary Practice, the official book of Senate etiquette.

3. Aaron Burr: When this lifelong malcontent and sore loser lost hope of becoming President in his own right, he was charged with treason, and acquitted, but he fled the United States anyway...to avoid creditors.

4. George Clinton: Jefferson’s second vice-president, and James Madison’s first one, died in office. How he was ever nominated or elected was unclear. He was described as “old, feeble & altogether uncapable of the duty of presiding in the Senate.”

5. Elbridge Gerry: As governor, he did not personally redraw the voting district map of Massachusetts to create the original “gerrymander.” His supporters did that. As vice-president, he was the second vice-president to die of old age during the Madison Administration.

6. Daniel Tompkins: Monroe’s vice-president was young enough to survive his term, but drank so heavily that he didn’t survive it long. He died “old” just short of age 51.

7. John C. Calhoun: The presidential election seemed to be a four-way race between William Crawford, Henry Clay, John Quincy Adams, and Andrew Jackson. Calhoun offered his support to both Adams and Jackson, in hopes that an electoral college run-off would allow him to finish ahead of both. Incredible in this day of party politics, Calhoun never got close to a majority of the presidential vote and was obliged to serve as vice-president to both of the successful contenders, in turn. (He is remembered for worse things than that. He was one of the tiny minority of American politicians who actually claimed to favor slavery.)

8. Martin Van Buren: As President he was remembered for “heartless injustice” toward the Cherokee Nation. As Vice-President he was remembered for shameless sycophancy, beginning when he befriended a profoundly unpopular woman, who was married to someone else.

9. Richard Johnson: President Van Buren was a small, plump, fussy man. Thinking the White House needed to retain some macho element, Andrew Jackson proposed a running mate for “Little Van” whose vulgarity went far beyond the usual definition of “redneck.” It wasn’t that his marriage to African-American slave Julia Chinn lacked legal recognition, so much as that, when Ms. Chinn died of cholera, Johnson ordered another slave woman to become his new common-law wife. When this woman maintained that she preferred her existing common-law husband, Johnson sold her down the river and bedded down with a third slave. To be fair, Johnson, a liquor seller, was probably drunk during at least some of these brutalities.

10. John Tyler: When notified that William Henry Harrison had died, making Tyler the first Vice-President actually to inherit the presidency, John Tyler was found on his hands and knees, playing marbles with his children.

11. George Dallas: Other places were named for Polk’s Vice-President, but historians suspect that the city in Texas may have been named for some other member of his family. George hadn’t even been elected to the Senate when Dallas, Texas, was founded and named.

12. Millard Fillmore: Reading the menu of Zachary Taylor’s final, fatal meal (iced milk, pickles, and cherries) has always seemed sufficient, to most people, to explain why Zachary Taylor died and allowed Fillmore to become our second accidental President. Conspiracy theorists continue to suspect that Fillmore added something nastier to the menu.

13. William King: Franklin Pierce’s Vice-President was definitely known to his contemporaries as “gay.” They meant that the 60-something Vice President clung to older, showier fashions than the rest of American manhood had adopted, but King did live with James Buchanan for several years.

14. John Breckinridge: As a younger, more attractive man of unquestioned heterosexuality (though more recent historians think he could have been "gay" too), Breckinridge might have been remembered mainly for having been continuously and conspicuously snubbed by President Buchanan. Later, however, he joined the Confederacy and had to flee to Cuba.

15. Hannibal Hamlin: Lincoln’s first Vice-President wanted to serve in the Civil War but, having no particular skills or qualifications, spent his tour of duty mostly cooking for the Maine Coast Guard.

16. Andrew Johnson: Still fighting typhoid fever, Lincoln’s second Vice-President credited whiskey with allowing him to survive the inaugural events. Later, drinking whiskey at a hotel bar definitely helped Johnson escape his intended assassination by a fellow conspirator of John Wilkes Booth’s.

17. Schuyler Colfax: U.S. Grant’s first Vice-President was threatened with impeachment for his involvement with a railroad stock scandal.

18. Henry Wilson: Grant’s second Vice-President was involved in the railroad stock scandal too. (And we’re asked to believe Grant didn’t know.)

19. William Wheeler: Rutherford B. Hayes was elected by the inaugural college despite losing the popular vote. His running mate’s main achievement was being a party member who was not involved with the railroad stock scandal.

20. Chester A. Arthur: He was not charged with conspiracy in the murder of President Garfield because the disappointed office seeker who shot Garfield was blatantly insane.

21. Thomas Hendricks: He had tried, and failed, to run for President for seventeen years before Grover Cleveland accepted him as a running mate. He died just nine months after they were inugurated.

22. Levi Morton: He declined the chance to be Vice-President under James Garfield, then gave up hope of being elected President in his own right and became Vice-President under Benjamin Harrison.

23. Adlai Stevenson: Grover Cleveland’s second Vice-President was the grandfather of the Adlai Stevenson who lost to Dwight David Eisenhower.

24. Gus Hobart: He died less than halfway through William McKinley’s first term. Mrs. Hobart, however, remained a close friend, assistant, and sometimes deputy for the epileptic Ida McKinley.

25. Theodore Roosevelt: Despite his many successes, before and after, as boxer, rancher, writer, scientist, sheriff, police commissioner,governor, Army officer, and later President, TR described himself as “the poorest presiding officer the Senate has ever had.”

26. Charles Fairbanks: Although the city in Alaska was named for him, and he wanted more attention than that, trying to distract public attention from Teddy Roosevelt was a job only TR’s daughter Alice could ever do. Fairbanks was ridiculed for trying.

27. James Sherman: Dying (“old”) less than a week before Election Day, Vice-President Sherman was not replaced on the ticket. Though Taft lost the election anyway, over three million Americans found themselves voting for a candidate who was, in fact, dead.

28. Thomas Marshall: Woodrow Wilson’s Vice-President complained bitterly of not having enough to do. After Wilson’s stroke, some thought Marshall qualified to step up and act as President, but Mrs. Wilson, who was still unable to vote legally, took it out of the country by acting as President instead.

29. Calvin Coolidge: Warren G. Harding’s Vice-President seemed chosen to balance the ticket by not doing anything disgraceful.

30. Charles Dawes: Coolidge’s Vice-President was best known for having composed a tune that later became the top-pop song, “It’s All in the Game.”

31. Charles Curtis: No doubt encouraged by Will Rogers, Herbert Hoover’s Vice-President was the first politician to boast shamelessly about having one Native American great-grandparent.

32. John Garner: FDR’s first Vice-President died just short of age 99. FDR was not in office all that long, so how Garner was ever elected...

33. Henry Wallace: FDR’s second Vice-President was most easily discredited for his support of a wacky mystic’s “Great White Brotherhood,” but probably most unpopular because he encouraged farmers to “improve the market” by destroying crops.

34. Harry Truman: Picked to replace Wallace because FDR’s death was anticipated and nobody wanted Wallace as President, Truman’s position on World War II was actually similar to Pat Buchanan’s: “If we see that Germany is winning we ought to help Russia and if Russia is winning we ought to help Germany, and that way let them kill as many as possible.” His accidental presidency was cited as proof that anybody can become President of the United States, but several things he said and did are remembered with affection...apart from his deploying The Bomb.

35. Alben Barkley: He became our first official “Veep” when he said that “Vice-President of the United States” was too long a title. The circumstances of his death were also memorable...enough that your parents or grandparents probably remember the story.

36. Richard Nixon: Believe it or not, he was young once, and what he did was serve as Vice-President under Eisenhower. When asked to describe the contributions Nixon had made to the Eisenhower Administration, thus boosting Nixon’s own campaign, Eisenhower said, “Give me a week, I might think of one.”

37. Lyndon Baines Johnson: His election to the Senate hinged on the mysterious last-minute appearance of precisely the 200 votes he had said he needed. A supporter doubted that these votes were fraudulent, on the grounds that LBJ “was much more devious than that.”

38. Hubert Humphrey: Though not necessarily in either Bill Clinton’s or Richard Nixon’s class when it came to tackiness, LBJ was no gentleman either, and liked to demonstrate his tackiness toward his Vice-President. He once ordered Humphrey, a short man, to put on large-sized cowboy gear and try to ride a large, nervous horse...on camera.

39. Spiro Agnew: He edged out Governors Reagan and Rockefeller, Mayor Lindsay, and Senator Howard Baker, for the vice-presidential nomination, because Nixon openly required a running mate who could be considered life insurance. For Nixon.

40. Gerald Ford: The other thing he had in common with Agnew was that both of them hit spectators with the ball while playing golf.

41. Nelson Rockefeller: Although serious right-wing conspiracy theorists claimed that he’d set both Agnew and Nixon up in order to have a chance at becoming Vice-President, Governor Rockefeller had turned down two chances to be nominated before he finally agreed to be Vice-President. If Agnew or Nixon needed setting up, there had to have been a more plausible suspect. I don't know. I was too young to be paying attention. If you remember, please share.

42. Walter Mondale: Kelter and Shellabarger characterize him as “benign, boring, unglam­orous.” He hadn’t always been benign or boring, though. He had once proposed legislation that, if not soundly defeated, would have made day care mandatory for all toddlers at least after age two; the avowed purpose of this lunacy was to keep young children from being influenced by conservative parents. Mondale did leave behind some admirers who will say, "That's not what the bill actually SAID!" No--but it's what, under the applicable laws at the time, it would have done.

43. George Bush: Despite his blond complexion and high voice, he was taller than Ronald Reagan, worked out harder, had a more heroic war record, and had worked for the CIA when Reagan was an actor...but there was that silver foot in his mouth. Among other things he once told reporters and TV audiences that he and Reagan had had “sex...er...setbacks.”

44. J. Danforth Quayle: When suspected of participation in a golf-and-adultery spree, he was defended by his loyal wife thusly: “Anyone who knows Dan Quayle knows that he would rather play golf than have sex, any day.” And so far no younger woman has stepped forward to say "Oh but he's not like that with me!," either.

45. Albert Gore: Despite his adoption of a working-class accent and vague claims to have once worked on a farm in Tennessee, Gore was arguably a more “dynastic” candidate than W Bush. His father had been a senator before George Bush went into politics.

46. Richard Cheney: Why Kelter and Shellabarger assert that “his icy, silent glares and his snarling denunciations” exuded a “palpable, if unfounded, sense that he has either killed men with his bare hands or hired shadowy others to do it” is unclear to me; I always thought this Vice-President looked like a generic hypertensive geriatric patient. Let’s just say that those of us who didn’t hate him thought he was too old and ill to last eight years in office, but somehow he did.

Readers are expected to add their own selections of the funniest facts about Joe Biden, Mike Pence, Kamala Harris, and J.D. Vance. My favorite Biden fun fact is that in 2016 he said he was too old to seek election as President, but then in 2020, being even older and more confused, he proved it. For the others, what are your favorites?

Favorite Holiday

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks which are reviewers' favorite holidays. Well, today is a traditional holiday, though it's probably not anybody's favorite. (Veterans of my acquaintance have suggested that, instead of a Hallmark Holiday that causes inconvenience, a grateful nation could just send them money. Though of course those who have a living veteran in the family get to do something special with or for that individual, today. Treasure the moments.)

Mine is Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is a real holiday tradition with ancient roots that are universal enough that it doesn't violate anybody's religion. 

In some whole-Bible Christian circles, this makes Thanksgiving almost unique. Most of the holidays on the Christian and even Jewish calendars were not observed in Bible days. Some people feel that Christmas is as Pagan as Valentines Day; Jesus was presumably born in autumn, when taxes were collected, and there probably wasn't any snow, and although Nicholas of Myra was a real man he didn't even look like our cartoonish version of Santa Claus, and both Jesus and Nicholas (people who preach this way don't call him "Saint" Nicholas) were dragged in to give Christians an excuse to celebrate popular Pagan holidays. One of my father's friends used to preach that even birthdays shouldn't be celebrated, because the only person whose birthday was celebrated, in the Bible, was King Herod and surely he was not meant to be a good example. And these people's observation of Resurrection Sunday is intended not to look or sound much like what most of us know as Easter, either.

The ancient Israelites observed Passover. Easter occurs, on the calendar, around the same time as Passover because Passover observance was such a big part of the week of the Crucifixion. Jesus ate the Seder with the disciples. So, should Christians eat the Seder? Wasn't that part of the old sacrificial law we no longer observe? Some whole-Bible Christians used to have very strong opinions about this. My parents were not in the lamb-killing group. 

They also observed a week-long festival that is still known today as the Jewish Holidays. These holidays included a day of fasting and atonement, which Christians prefer to believe Jesus took care of, and also a harvest feast when families gathered together. 

Our Anglo-Israelite friends used to believe that one piece of evidence that the British tribes were Lost Tribes of Israel was that only the US, the UK, and Canada observe Thanksgiving even along the simple, even sketchy, lines laid out in the Bible. Actually some other countries observe an autumn Thanksgiving festival of some sort. 

Also, national Thanksgiving observances are not primarily religious observances but thanks for events in more recent national history. Passover was a day of national thanksgiving, though observed in the spring. Purim and Hanukkah are days of thanksgiving. Other countries give thanks for events in their history at other times of year. People around the world give thanks for good harvests at whatever time of year their primary cash crops are harvested. 

Nevertheless, the essence of Thanksgiving is celebrating gratitude to a Higher Power that has made and preserved us. No stricter-than-thou whole-Bible Christian of my youth could debunk that.

So, what is the traditional observance of Thanksgiving in my family?

1. Extensive travel is not expected, but Thanksgiving is an occasion to visit or entertain the oldest member of the family who lives reasonably near and feels up to it.

2. People make lists of things for which they give thanks. Reading the lists aloud at dinner is optional.

3. Thanksgiving dinner does not have to be an occasion for gluttony. If multiple households are eating together it should be a potluck dinner. Each person should try to take somewhere between a teaspoon and a tablespoon of everything. Some sort of bird is roasted. (Turkey is traditional for big gatherings because it's a big bird, not because it was eaten at the first Thanksgiving, which it may not even have been. Smaller wild fowl, and fish, were probably on the first Thanksgiving menu. For families who can make one convenient meal of a chicken, chicken is fine.) Nuts are served as a vegan protein alternative. Home-grown and home-canned fruits and vegetables are on the table. Cornbread, pumpkin pie, and gingerbread are baked with the bird(s). The goal is for everyone to sample a rich variety of local produce, not to feel so exhausted by eating that they can't enjoy the rest of the day.

4. Pumpkin is obligatory, because one of our ancestors moved from North Carolina to Indiana in 1862. Indiana was no longer frontier country but it was very rural; people lived mostly on what their land produced. The family survived the winter of 1862-63 eating mostly pumpkins. 

5. Thanksgiving songs are sung. "Harvest Home," "We Gather Together," and "Now Thank We All Our God" are obligatory. Some child or other will probably sing that idiotic rhyme about how the turkey ran away before Thanksgiving Day, saying they'd make a roast of him if he should stay, and then the corn, the potatoes, and the pumpkin ran away too...Other songs may be sung, and if the weather is classic November weather the whole afternoon can be passed singing around the fire.

(Speaking of fires, my very Green, very conservative mother thought it was especially festive to eat Thanksgiving dinner off paper plates and throw them into the fire, with the nutshells. This still leaves pots, pans, and flatware to be washed. This is still the hostess's job, because what hostess believes anyone else is capable of getting her dishes clean without her supervision? Being assigned a position in the dishwashing crew is, however, an honor, and gives the chosen persons extra time to talk with the hostess.)

6. But, most years, the weather is suitable for a good brisk walk. Some years it's feasible for the children to have a treasure hunt. 

7. Some years, however, nature dictates snow sculptures and snowball fights.

8. Foreign-born acquaintances who have nothing to do on the Thanksgiving weekend, especially  students, may be invited to share the feast. There is a price. They have to tell about celebrations of gratitude in their country.

It would be in the spirit of Squanto and William Bradford to share some part of a Thanksgiving feast with people from a different ethnic background. The standard holiday now lasts for four days.

9. Some years the Thanksgiving weekend is an appropriate time for major home maintenance projects.

10. Thanksgiving traditionally lasts at least three days. It's Thanksgiving Friday, not Black Friday. However, if people want to go shopping together, that's appropriate too. If enough food is left over, a Thanksgiving Friday dinner may be cooked and shared with different guests. If money is, non-perishable food may be bought and donated.

The historic American story of the Pilgrims, and Plymouth Plantation, and the Wanponaug people, is not really part of my family's history or Thanksgiving tradition, though it's a part of US history everyone should know. I don't know how many families in the US have their own traditional Thanksgiving stories. Probably more families should. If their ancestors came from a place that had a Thanksgiving holiday tradition, that could be part of their story. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Web Log for 11.9.26

Still plodding through a long project that's on the computer, but mostly offline...

Electricity 

It's Joe Jackson's turn to repeat these tips for surviving this winter:


Knitting 

I know how to knit socks. With or without seams, even. They have their appeal, as instant gratification projects; even a sweater/blanket knitter like me can make a pair of socks in a weekend if we want to. But there are, in the knitting universe, sock specialists whose socks lay mine in the shade. They don't even have to knit super-fancy socks. I know what Carol Fun's done here: bought two congenial skeins of space-dyed sock yarn and knitted them together. But I'm sure she had more fun doing it than I would've had.


You can buy her socks, and her quilts, if you want them. This is her blog, where she shares updates on her life and work, generally, with no nags to buy. On the blog there are links to her "store" site.


Music 

Neil Finn.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uMmTV4oGaA (Multiple videos, including one featuring the children at the school the song was written in aid of, at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU8ZXkx0c3E .)

John Coltrane.


The Slits.


What do you think? My all-time favorite record album has been reposted on YouTube. It won't be there long, and the person who posted it has mixed up the order of the tunes and shoved in a lot of blather about "crypto," which you will need to click back to YT to skip...but this record is too good not to share. Buy your own copy, I think I'm on my third by now, after sampling. 


Omaggi Musical. Not sure why YouTube shoved this piece at me, how much the composer paid them to do so. It's not music that has to be shoved at people.


The Los Angeles Guitar Quartet. 

Petfinder Posts: Mastiffs and Large Cats

The name "Mastiff" is used both for a specific breed registry, and as a category for a group of breeds. At dog shows this distinction matters. At animal shelters dogs are described in terms of breed traits rather than actual pedigrees. It can be hard to tell whether a dog's ancestors were Mastiffs or mastiffs. In any case the dog is large.

Mastiffs are oversized dogs. They stand higher than humans, weigh as much or more (show quality Mastiffs weigh 120 to 230 pounds), and would be dangerous if they hadn't been trained to love and serve us. Undoubtedly more mastiffs have saved human lives than have harmed humans. Still, owning a mastiff is a substantial responsibility. Not only can you reasonably be asked how you plan to feed, shelter, and care for the giant dog; you can reasonably be subjected to a police background check and required to take out liability insurance. 

Most mastiffs are gentle giants with calm dispositions, sometimes trained to guard little children. It takes a lot to scare them. Still, a frightened mastiff--say, frightened by the house being on fire--can do a lot of damage just by running. And you can't say he could kill a man in a fair fight, because between a man and a full-sized Mastiff there's no such thing as a fair fight.

Dogs in the Mastiff registry (as distinct from the Great Dane, St Bernard, Dogue de Bordeaux, etc., registries) are brown with black faces. Their humans would not agree that they're ugly but they are a startling sight to people who aren't accustomed to looking at them. They are a very old established breed, into which many weaknesses have accidentally been bred, back when people didn't know about DNA but just wanted to see how big it's possible for a dog to be. Breeders now have about a dozen genetic problems to screen for and breed out. A purebred Mastiff found at a shelter is likely to have one or more of the problem genes, which may shorten the dog's life and complicate its old age. 

Most people don't want to live with dogs who are bigger than they are, and shouldn't try. The market for Mastiffs is tiny. Some think we should just stop breeding them altogether. Others say the breed deserves preservation, but its actual population should stay small. Probably it shouldn't be possible to find a mastiff at a shelter. In reality, large dogs often appeal to people who are not up to the work of keeping them; there are hundreds of Mastiff mixes in shelters.

The American Kennel Club's notes on the Mastiff breed mention that it's normal for these giant dogs to form "cushions" on their elbow joints. Fluid inside these cushions should not be drained. At least ten tests for genetic diseases should be  taken before a Mastiff is purchased. The dog's diet should be monitored carefully since large dogs can die of "bloat" after eating things they shouldn't. The coat needs relatively litle brushing, but the ears and skin folds on the face need cleaning and drying. Mastiffs drool heavily; most owners keep absorbent cloth handy to mop up dribbles. 

Adult Mastiffs can walk a mile or two a day, but letting puppies run, jump, or take long walks can damage their growing bones. If these dogs become hot or tired they are known for a tendency to plop down and silently demand that their humans carry them home.

Typically these dogs learn simple commands quickly and want to please. If they become bored by repetitious training they may lie down and snore. They don't like being shouted at, either. They can hold eye contact with humans and "say" many things with their eyes. 

Giant dogs are "still growing" for the first two years of their lives and need a good diet with adequate calcium and phosphorus. Muscular and skeletal defects are guaranteed, and can be considered environmental more than hereditary disease conditions, if they don't get enough of the right nutrients. A mature, show-quality male Mastiff can weigh up to 230 pounds. 

Since giantism is a pathological genetic condition I'm glad that there's no true giant cat breed. Our pet cats have been systematically bred to the small end of their size range. Their wild ancestors weighed up to 30 pounds. We're accustomed to seeing cats whose healthy weight is between 5 and 15 pounds and the 15-pound individuals look big to us. (In fact they are the biggest cats likely to be found in shelters.) Once in a while, not always even in larger breeds like the Maine Coon and Norwegian Forest cats, an individual kitten just keeps growing. to wild cat size. It's still a domestic cat, usually socialized as a house pet, only it's twice the size its mother was. It can be a good pet if kept indoors. If it's outdoors, someone may mistake it for a wild cat and shoot it.

The important thing about extra-large pets is your relationship with them. If they are loved and well treated, they won't intentionally harm people and the risk of property damage is relatively low. (Many of us learned the word "mastiff" from biographies of Helen Keller, whose best known dog was a mastiff she called Lioness.) If mistreated, or allowed to stray to where someone may attack them out of fear, their stories are likely to end badly. 

Zipcode 10101: Louie from NYC 


With a healthy weight of not quite 80 pounds, Louie is obviously not a purebred Mastiff, but he has more traits of that breed than of others. He's a big, calm, mellow dog whose favorite thing is to curl up beside a couch-potato-type human on the couch. He's available as a foster pet. You can find out whether you really want to live with even an (almost) 80-pound dog.

Chester from NYC 


In size, color, and purrsonality Chester sounds similar to our Drudge--big but not gigantic, gentle, and a lap cat who loves attention and affection. 

Zipcode 20202: Jafar from South Carolina by way of DC 



He weighs over 80 pounds and is still growing. He can meet you at any of several points along Route 1 from South Carolina to DC or NYC. Jafar is a great goofy pup who likes to run around the yard and play. He needs loving, gentle, tactful discipline before he gets big enough to do major damage. You might want to send them photos of the high, solid fence around the big yard you're offering for him to claim as home. 

Moonie from DC 


Moonie outlived his first human, took some time grieving and getting to know the people who took him in temporarily, and may take some time before he decides your home is his home, but he's a sweet purry pet once he decides to be. (Cameras do funny things. His fore legs look normal in other photos.)

Zipcode 30303: Ridley from East Point 


He was adopted from the shelter as a puppy, then brought back as a middle-aged dog because his human could no longer keep him. He is available as a foster dog. He's over 80 pounds and is most comfortable in a home where everyone else weighs over 80 pounds too--no young children, small dogs, or cats please. He's not a show quality Mastiff; in fact his known ancestors include terriers. He is available as a foster dog. You can find out whether you want to live with him before making the commitment.

Vin from Atlanta


In the 12-16-pound range, Vin looks as if she weighs 16 pounds and would be happier if allowed to shrink gradually back to 12...as if she's been getting treats when she needed affection or entertainment. She is a Queen Cat who prefers to own her humans--more than one at a time--without sharing them with other animals,though at least she won't be having kittens. 

New Book Review: Rise

Title: Rise

Author: Daniel Kennedy

Date: 2026

Quote: "Rise: How to Turn Adversity into Your Greatest Strength explores how grit, resilience, and our relationship with pain shape success."

Some of us choose to, and some of us are forced to, take Marcus Aurelius's approach to life. There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Grab Life by the throat and force it to yield whatever you want it to yield. Acknowledge no difficulties. Marcus Aurelius was not a Christian so I used to wonder why he was so insanely popular at that church college I attended in the 1980s. Well, the 1980s were an era when the genre of books by therapists telling their clients to overpower their neuroses was insanely popular, generally. More than that, though: telling people to pull the power out of themselves to overcome all obstacles is a cheap, easy, feel-good way to tell them you can't be bothered to help. 

I did not expect anyone to be able to help me through the grief process, when I was at that school. (Not that people didn't invite themselves to try, because "helping" classmates was something they could feel good about doing, and if you were a numbed-out extrovert and moved fast enough you could delude yourself that you'd helped people whenever you parroted the last piece of advice you'd heard, though if you did not move fast enough you'd hear a lot of uncharitable words.) I did report a few problems like burnt-out light bulbs and dripping taps to people who were responsible for doing something about them, and get some misguided advice about How to Be Strong.

Daniel Kennedy is all in favor of the rising generation Being Strong. There are a few things about Being Strong he doesn't tell them, though. When people choose to push themselves to exercise in order to be more successful athletes, study in order to earn top grades, or take cold showers in order to be comfortable in cold weather, the side effects can include arrogance about their own fortitude. When they're forced to push themselves through hardships for no special benefit for themselves, just to recover "normalcy," permanent loss of empathy is to be expected. 

You can't chastise, e.g., me for making fun of somebody who couldn't live on $1000 per month with the sort of squeals of disapproval I've heard from welfare enablers. The only way people can feel any pity for anyone who can't live on $1000 per month is for those people to have never in their lives even had to imagine living on less than $2000 per month. Once we've learned that it's possible to live on less, sorry, welfare pushers, there's no going back. Though you could try a simple bribe of $10,000 per month to stop me writing about it.

It gets much worse than that. I was able to Be Strong because I inherited the gene. My Drill Sergeant Dad, the big strong polio survivor, had buried somewhere in his psyche the ability to want to be loved by children and dogs, appreciate pretty tinkly songs like "Love Is Like a Butterfly," and want his children to be kind and sensitive. He had pretty well destroyed the ability to teach those qualities by example. After forcing themselves to rebuild nerves and muscles destroyed by polio, survivors needed to do a lot of thinking about why yelling at children ("Put your feet on the pedals! Turn the pedals! Hold the handlebars!") is not the most effective way to teach them to ride bicycles, and about what polio survivors wanted to do, instead, in order to be fit for much of anybody to be around.

The world is so full of books about how to Be Strong, and how to tell other people to Be Strong when you're being paid to replace their light bulbs and should be doing that...but I've never seen a book that helped people recover the compassion we have systematically destroyed in ourselves. Admittedly some of the people whining for slack, or getting together in the break room to form a consensus that everyone hates the more efficient co-worker, deserve a good emotional spanking. The trouble is keeping them from scuttling away when someone like Hillary Rodham Clinton or Elon Musk enters a room (even on a screen). They scuttle and spew hate when it'd be good for their souls to be locked in the room and forced to write essays about why they are inferior to those people. Meanwhile those of us who have, not necessarily through any real fault of our own, Become Strong, could benefit from some help to turn down our energy levels to a point that allows us to know how much physical therapy a patient can take, or be able to teach children to read. 

That's not what Kennedy has to offer. This is a refreshingly frank book, more in the tone of a drill sergeant than in the tone of a psychotherapist. It says more and goes further than older self-help books presumed to do. Kennedy goes into details and advises people to build discipline by taking cold showers, unplugging their computers and flatphones, taking morning walks on the sort of days when coaches usually tell us that three good morning walks are all we really need in one week. Pursuing that sort of pain prepares us for the pain of working with a demanding boss. If you are a slacker and would like to succeed on a job with a demanding boss, this book may help you to help yourself in that direction, but it has nothing at all to offer to those of us who have already gone too far.

Toward the end of this book Kennedy, whose writing style is terse because it summarizes the contents of a few hundred self-help books from the 1970s and 1980s, does present a graphic outline of a continuum between the miserable slob who never even exercises, the person who chooses to let discipline build a good character, and the person who has been forced to Be Strong at the cost of all empathy...but he doesn't discuss whether the person who has Become Strong can recover from that. 

He might have done better to stick to discussing the intentional disciplines people use to build muscles and character. So much less emotional damage is done by that kind of "overcoming adversity." 

He might, also, have had more to say to the slackers who just hate the people who have Become Strong. Over the weekend someone steered me past the web site of Angela Stanton-King (https://www.auntieangieshouse.com/about). Here was a pro-lifer doing it right--not sitting around in a luxurious house, scolding women who didn't feel able to afford babies, but giving birth under horrible circumstances, telling those who are interested what she'd done, and helping other women find a slightly less horrible way to give birth to babies they may not be able to keep but don't want to abort. I like what I saw...except from the inevitable whine that Auntie Angie was making abortion survivors feel bad. Hello? This was on X. On X this year, the D moles trying to make Rs look bad were especially in need of whacking. They'd pop up on irrelevant discussions wherever women or women's issues were mentioned and screech about how abortion survivors had "killed more babies" than male murderers had killed living people. And this person found time to whine at Auntie Angie? Yes. That's the way wimps are. They don't turn to face the people who actually have been, and are, bullying them. They project their emotions onto people who are quietly trying to help--and/or showing them up. It's not the irresponsible boyfriend or the subcultures that expect premarital sex in open-ended "relationships" or the woman-haters on X who were making this miserable little cow feel bad. It's the beautiful shining role model. Well, somebody ought to be saying something to those who hate a person who has Been Strong. This is a good role for the psychotherapist, whose language is likely to be less heated than other people's.  

But if you are a Millennial who found it hard enough to get a minimum-wage job (yes, older people, it is hard these days) and now finds it hard to live on the minimum wage, this book can help you. You are going to have to Be Strong--just a little bit. You may benefit from some guidance and encouragement while you, too, discover that beans taste fine, and a board under a quilt is more soothing to the spine at night than a featherbed is, and when you eat the right food you can carry more than the professional baggage handler can easily lift.

Then, have a good time finding anyone to remind you that intentionally lugging in luggage the professional baggage handler will find hard to lift is not promoting girl power or displaying the benefits of the right diet. There are other ways to accomplish those things. Risking the baggage handler's ability to keep his overburdened body fit to do his job is just plain uncharitable.

Monday, November 9, 2026

Web Log for 11.8.26

More than halfway through a long non-Internet project...

Music 

Christine Lavin.


Tom Lehrer.


Technology 

Be the change, Gentle Readers. Just say no to any "AI" program...or any program whose manufacturer tries to "update" it by infesting it with "AI" for you. (Those programs aren't about adding what passes for intelligence, in a computer, to your intelligence. They are about gathering information to be used against you, at least in the sense of undermining your sales-resistance, and potentially much worse.) Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose, for free Ameri-cay!

Music Moves Me: Shopping

November is winter shopping season; this week's Monday Music Moves Me prompt is songs about shopping. Well, there's "My Favorite Things," but it's not really about shopping.


And there's "The Bargain Store," but it's not really about shopping, either. (Actually, when it was new, there was some controversy about exactly what it was about. Google indicates that the video's been pulled down a few times.)


So I turned to Google. Lots of new songs are about shopping. How many can I listen to before it's time for this post to go live? Squeezing them in between what comes up on my own to-listen-to list? Any music links I listen to on Sunday that don't relate to shopping will be in the regular midday link log. Here's Macklemore. (Warning: foul language.)


Usher. (More foul language. Actually, before adding this to the link-up, I think I'll delete this link.)

Fergie. 


50 Cent.


Ariana Grande. 


Fabolous.


Shania Twain.


De La Soul.


Madonna.


Patti LaBelle.


Bruce Springsteen.


Nicki Minaj.


Patti Page. (Her style doesn't appeal to me as much as it did when I was three years old, but at least this song contains no bad language.)


Wiz Khalifa. (Some nasty words here.)

Book Review: Hometown Forgiveness

Title: Hometown Forgiveness

Author: Lucy Light

Date: 2026

Quote: "Childhood friends reunited on live television? The viewers are going to love this!"

Harper and Noah were a couple. Then she left town and became a TV celebrity. When she comes back to her hometown, he's still single, though miffed because she disappeared. And someone's still sending her vaguely intimidating anonymous notes. 

This time, Harper gets it right. Instead of fleeing for fear the note sender will attack Noah, she tells him what's going on. As a teenaged volunteer for a church project Harper noticed that money was being stolen from church funds. She didn't know who was doing it, but the guilty person knew she was trying to find out and started threatening her. Now she and Noah are adults. (This is the point where she's taking a big risk; at this point a man who was not her beshert would probably disappear from her life.) It doesn't take them long to find out who the embezzler was. They can even publicize the story on television.

This is a short, sweet, lighthearted romance. Readers who like the genre will probably enjoy it. 

Butterfly of the Week: False Giant, Little King...

This week's butterfly seems to be best known for its near misses. It's called the False Giant and the Little King; its scientific name, Heraclides homothoas, means that it looks like H. thoas; and it just missed being chosen as the national butterfly of Venezuela. If ever a butterfly had an excuse for moping and sulking, "Why not me?", this is the one.


Photo by Kj1453, Costa Rica, December.

Butterflies do not, however, mope. Their fluttering is actually often purposeful and effortful--they are trying to get somewhere, and may not be able to reach their goals easily--but they look as if their lives were all about having fun.


Photo by Jeirortegagalban, Colombia, August. Swallowtails can mate in several different positions, some of which suggest that they may take the time to think about what they're doing enough to enjoy it.

Possibly they knew that anyone who started out looking like this


(Photo from the Museo del Instituto de Zoologia Agricola Francisco Fernandez Yepez)

...and now has fans who like looking at it, has come a long way. 

Heraclides homothoas is fairly common across the northern tier of South to South Central America, from Costa Rica through Panama, Colombia, Venezuela, and Trinidad island. It can eat several species of citrus leaves, or leaves of rue or pepper plants. 


Photo by Amydeacontt, Trinidad, September. The yellow sections of the wings usually look light yellow, but in some lights some individuals look almost white, while others...


Photo by Joseorlando, Colombia, August.

Rothschild, listing it as a new species in Novitates Zoologicae, described it entirely in relation to H. thoas, while also allowing that it's easily mistaken for North America's H. cresphontes:


The life cycle seems continuous through the year. 

Caterpillars have humps, like other Swallowtail larvae, and osmeteria, though they don't seem willing to display their osmeteria. The humps can resemble tiny lizard heads..


Photo by Bellbird20, Trinidad, December. (Bellbird20's attribution highlights a peculiarity of these islands' version of English. Islanders teach their children to give their country's full name as Trinidad AND Tobago even though a city, like Port of Spain, exists on only one island, in this case Trinidad. "Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago" is technically correct though it looks odd to the rest of the world.)

Pupae look a little more like twigs than like bird droppings. A little, not a lot.


Photo from Butterflies of America.

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Web Log for 11.6-7.26

I didn't even listen to a lot of music on these two days. Here's what I did find.

Animals 

Butterfly fanciers, meet Gabrielle Marsden, whose love of Zebra Swallowtails has reached the point of hand-rearing the little stinkers. She's even written a song parody from a Zebra's point of view (see below).


Music 

Gabrielle Marsden. This is the link to the lyrics and explanation; the page also includes a link to the video of her performing the song as a solo. 


Dara. 


The Edsels, for comparison purposes with Dara. They are American. They speak English better.


Gabriel Faure. Mad Mix R Us.


Rod Stewart.




Keith Wallace. (Christian content.)


Someone else may recognize this gospel singer. I don't. Shared by Juanita Broaddrick.

New Book Review: Where Hope Begins (Now with Music Links)

Title: Where Hope Begins 

Author: Beth Adams

Date: 2026

Quote: "[T]hat cabin gets quieter every day, and some mornings I'm not sure I've got anything left to give."

Pastor Jerrod works on a mission--building a church in mostly secular Australia, out among rural "stations" surrounded by oceans of red dust desert. It's lonely work, even before his best buddy dies. Then, before that loss has even had time to sink in, a churchgoing couple die and their four children must be taken back to the sponsoring church, in Alabama, to find adults willing to rear a teenaged girl and three little boys. 

Jerrod doesn't realize that his younger sister's college roommate has wanted to go to Australia ever since she was five years old. Hearing about the red dust at church fired her imagination. She might have liked to have been sent out on Jerrod's mission. 

So when they meet and find each other attractive...they quickly apply the brakes and filters recommended by some "conservative" churches. No "romance." No "feelings." They have to talk and think rationally, pray, and decide whether it's best for the mission if they go back as a couple and adopt the four children. 

Can even missionaries from "conservative" evangelical churches do romance as levelheadedly as Clara and Jerrod? I don't know, but this book certainly offers good role models for those who want to try. While reading I kept comparing Clara with Rebekah, the Bible character whose story might have inspired hers. To prevent romance going wrong, Rebekah's people arranged marriages, and Rebekah had to make a levelheaded decision to rush out at once and marry the kind of man she wanted to live with. Clara and Jerrod at least have a chance to base their decision on the way they see each other interacting with their parents and the children.

This is a second edition of a book published in 2011. While reading, I wondered whether the manuscript could have been tightened a little. Maybe not. This is a novel for readers who like to linger over the very words people would have said, the landscapes around them, the recipes for the meals they share and the principles of construction they use on the job, and of course the full text and context of the Bible verses they quote. For its intended audience the pace and length may be just right.

Edited to add a new feature: This is still in beta mode, I may not keep on doing it, but the technology exists to add playlists for books reviewed here. Where Hope Begins mentions three songs.

It Is Well with My Soul:


Footprints of Jesus:


Great Is Thy Faithfulness:

Friday, November 6, 2026

November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Fresh

There's a new verse writing challenge for November, over at writersdigest.com. Yes, it's a very commercial site. Yes, they demand payment to read poems submitted to the serious contest with cash prizes. So? The challenge was to write chapbooks. Chapbooks are traditionally self-published anyway. 

The first prompt was "fresh." 

What came to mind was a sort of follow-up to the longer poem on today's Substack...

A sight to refresh my old screen-weary eyes:
The sight of Mark Zuckerberg scooping French fries. 

Bad Poetry: Glass

Prompted by Poets & Storytellers United.


This is, of course, a senryu from a cat's point of view. Some animals seem to recognize their images in mirrors. My current Queen Cat Serena does not. 

Behind all glass live
large aggressive queen cats who
mock what I do. Why?

Web Log for 11.5.26

Actually I've been doing something else on the computer, not mourning about the election. However, the Internet is full of gloating and grieving about the election this week. Two links I did find ought to be enough of that for anybody...

Election 

Lots of things bear part of the blame. Including decent, public-spirited people who still think they have any influence on what currently calls itself the Democratic Party, as if its policy weren't completely determined now by the Democratic Socialists. This web site's job is not to make decent, public-spirited people feel like fools; the Democratic Socialists can take care of that, and they will. 

However.


Found on the Mirror. 

Socialism comes to a big, rich country where poverty has never been much of a concern, if only because they have to be fairly well outfitted even to try to survive their weather:


If we allow the midterm-election-as-show-of-dissatisfaction to accomplish anything beyond petty emotional gratification for the Ds, until that party eliminates its Democratic Socialists and gets back into touch with its base, it can happen here too. I say this with deep regret. I would like to vote D again.

Book Review: Kay Ann

Title: Kay Ann

Author: Grace & Harold Johnson

Date: 1951

Publisher: Whittlesey House / McGraw-Hill

ISBN: none

Length: 221 pages

Quote: "Of course, she'd had a grand summer around home, playing tennis, swimming and riding...but...there wasn't much thrill in going out with Jerry."

This was actually the sort of girls' school story I would have liked when I was fifteen...old enough to have felt a hormone surge, sensible enough to know I didn't want to have sex that year, and very much interested in reading anything written by anyone who was aware that people could ignore their hormones and survive.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't have discovered it when I was fifteen. Probably afraid that high school girls wouldn't read a story about a girl who actually busted a crush and got a life, the publisher made sure to supply a blurb about Kay Ann's "new appreciation of Jerry." You have to read all the way to the end of the book to learn that Kay Ann comes to appreciate Jerry as a friend who shares her interests, not as a "boyfriend." There's no swooning, spooning, or June-ing anywhere in this book...but it starts out as if there will be. That means the book puts off readers who don't want a romance and disappoints readers who do, even though, taken for what it is, it's a satisfactory story.

Actually it's a pretty realistic portrait of a tenth grade preppy-type's life. Kay Ann just might end up married to Jerry. He's a nice normal sixteen-year-old boy, still growing, not troubled by hormone surges yet; give him time. Or she might end up married to someone else. Meanwhile, she indulges in a few strictly secret swoons over the new teacher, but refuses to embarrass herself by making any noticeable moves toward him, so when his wife joins him in town she does not want to die of embarrassment. Meanwhile, she keeps on doing the things she's always enjoyed, with friends and relatives and the things that will be part of her adult life (especially if she marries Jerry). She throws all that adolescent energy into the family business, and has a bang-up year.

Not many years after Kay Ann, McGraw-Hill published Eloise Jarvis McGraw's Greensleeves, a realistic but much more sophisticated novel, with some erotic moments, about an older girl who decides to postpone romance while going to college...after discovering that she feels about equally passionate toward a good friend, and toward a man who may not be quite "a jerk" but is definitely an "arrogant, unmitigated, beastly blob of glup." Greensleeves was an easier sell than Kay Ann; it was still circulating in all the libraries into the 1980s. Kay Ann was, apparently, considered dead by its own publisher, because prior to about 1980 one authentic girl-power book was enough of a risk for a publisher to promote--McGraw-Hill couldn't have afforded two.

Too bad. Kay Ann is an accessible, believable heroine for a high school girls' story. The heroine of Greensleeves was not only college-age, but a multilingual European movie star's daughter. I enjoyed Greensleeves very much, in grade ten, but its protagonist is a little too aspirational to be an immediate role model for high school students.

In theory more girl-power stories are being written and published now. Still, for high school girls who might enjoy a blast from the past, here is a nice, wholesome, non-preachy, chaste novel about the real pleasures of tenth grade life. When this book review went live for the first time, fifteen years ago, people remembered Kay Ann and searched for this book. It could become a favorite for anyone who reads it at all.

Thursday's Book Review: Big Red

Title: Big Red

Author: Jim Kjelgaard

Date: 1945, reprinted in 1956

Publisher: Holiday House

ISBN: none

Length: 254 pages

Illustrations: black and white drawings by Bob Kuhn

Quote: "The bear, with his customary cunning, had put a safe distance between himself and the dangerous rifle in Danny's hands."

Seventeen-year-old Danny and his father work on one of the farms that make up the Haggin estate. One of Mr. Haggin's interests is dogs. While Danny's father judges dogs only as "varmint dogs" who hunt anything, Danny thinks of "Champion Sylvester's Boy," whom he renames Big Red, as strictly a bird hunter. After roaming the hills with Danny and building up muscle, however, Big Red proves to be up for almost anything. Older readers may remember the Disney movie about their adventures.

This is one animal adventure story that ends before the animal's relatively short lifespan does. Children like my brother (and like the characters in a whole novel about this issue, Gordon Korman's No More Dead Dogs) have loved Big Red for a long time for this reason. They need to know that most humans outlive several pets, but they hate the parts of novels where the dogs die.

The blurb on the jacket of my copy of Big Red says that it's for readers "from sixth grade up." My brother put a lot of wear on this copy in grades four and five, and had generally outgrown "boys' adventure stories" by grade six. Much depends on a child's familiarity with grown-up words like "inevitable," idiomatic phrases like "hounds bayed thunderous encouragement," dialect words like "get clawed or chawed"...and the maturity with which the child can be expected to learn about the correct use of the word for a female dog.

Although Danny's wholesomeness and consistent triumphs make adult readers suspect that Big Red was one of Kjelgaard's boyhood fantasies rather than one of his adventures, Kjelgaard had spent a lot of time with dogs. Some parts of the story are based on information about dogs that will be helpful to young readers. There's a woman character who might bring the B-word to corrupted adult minds, but the word is properly used of "Sheilah MacGuire," the mate the humans choose for Big Red. Danny innocently expects that Big Red will fall in love with Sheilah on sight--she's so beautiful! To Danny's chagrin, Big Red hardly notices Sheilah's charms but goes into a sulk because his human patted that other dog. He'll come around, but only after Danny has fussed over him enough to show that he's still the Favorite Dog.

Urban animal lovers can still appreciate the subtleties of this dog romance, but they may be less comfortable with the idea of an animal villain...a "native species" animal villain at that. Although the big bear has earned a name, Old Majesty, there's never any question of the basic assumption that he needs killing, and any man, dog, or combination of men and dogs who can kill him will be heroes. The reaction adults have to this part of the plot is a fairly reliable indicator of how much they know about the habits of bears. Ignorant people want to believe that humans can just live with bears.

The absence of likable female characters in this story bothers some girls more than others. It does not seem to bother boys...and no, a boy's ability to enjoy stories without heroines does not affect either his ability to appreciate stories with heroines, or his ability to bond with girls as friends.

Big Red is recommended to middle school readers, perhaps especially those whose fathers remember having enjoyed it.