Sunday, February 15, 2026

Web Log Weekender for 2.13-14.26

Birth Control, New Cheap Option 

It's probably not 100% reliable, but some men may be able to achieve temporary sterility, with no obvious side effects, just by wearing polyester pants. Downsides: polyester pants work by raising the body temperature, they trap sweat, and probably reducing sexual opportunities by increasing body odor.


Then again, it seems, some young people are just skipping sexual relationships altogether. Guys don't want to be accused of sexual hatecrimes. This is good. Nobody wants the expense of parenthood in their twenties, and a lot of people don't want to try to keep a child in an apartment. This is good

A declining birth rate means that (gasp!) there won't be so many people around in a few years.  This is excellent! This is something the whole world needs! It's nothing to worry about...except for public-spirit-challenged seniors who want to do retirement the way it was done in the 1950s, when a handful of survivors of plagues and wars enjoyed a few years of luxury at a tiny expense to masses of young working people. We can't have that demographic balance again. Too many of us want to enjoy our old age. So the only real solution is for Boomers to buck up and keep working while we're able, in order to have a large working population paying into a disability pension plan, and discover the health benefits of staying active as long as we're able to walk.

When population reaches healthy levels again, the young people of then--however few or many of them there may be--will feel enthusiastic about having one or even two children again. Nature works that way.

Meanwhile, if we can give thanks for the declining birth rate and tolerate a little homosexuality and gender confusion, we may be able to avoid nature's final response to overpopulation, which involves lots of same-species killing, and sometimes cannibalism. 

Grief

Somebody out there needs to read this:

Book Review: Fire in the Whole

Title: Fire in the Whole

Author: Robert G. Callahan

Date: 2024

Publisher: Westminster John Knox

ISBN: 978 16469 84053

Quote: "I can call myself a survivor of racialized spiritual abuse."

So he can. So, in this book, he does. He does not convince me that he's survived whatever he endured long enough to have reached any really edifying insights. This web site's goal is to encourage living writers; I want to encourage this one to pursue some further lines of thought that might have given this book more lasting value than it gets from his engaging "writing voice."

Robert Callahan is an evangelical Christian who left his church, apparently, because he fell for the Very Fine People Hoax. A racist group attended a pro-Trump rally; Trump said there were very fine people at the rally; Democrats immediately began screaming, and Callahan apparently believed, that then-candidate Trump meant the racist group, specifically, as distinct from the other people who had organized the rally, which of course were the ones Trump obviously meant. 

Callahan had survived numerous race-related microtraumas before the Obama administration, which led Black Americans to expect that all race conflict was going to be over, and left them feeling disappointed as a new wave of race riots broke out. He claims that that was what started him turning against the church he had been attending, that the Very Fine People Hoax was the last straw. He also asks readers to believe that he thought people's shift from tweeting "#BlackLivesMatter" meant that they didn't think Black lives mattered all that much, really--as distinct from "Black Lives Matter" having been registered as the name of a specific group many of us didn't want to support. The publishing process is slow. This book was published in 2024 yet, apart from a few throwaway references to COVID, it reads as if it were written in September 2016.

He doesn't say whether people at his church tried patiently correcting his facts, which as he presents them are subject to a good deal of correction. He says he's embraced a reasonable, nonviolent, justified anger at the church he left. 

So be it, you might say. Many people have left many churches for good reasons and bad ones. I'd place Callahan in the category of people who've left for bad reasons, though he may have had better reasons that were too personal to be discussed in a book. What he tells us is basically that he left a right-wing church because his politics are left-wing. For hyped-up, specious reasons unsupported by facts. It is possible to be a left-winger for reasons based on legitimate facts, even if those facts are as specific to the individual as George Stephanopoulos' story (in All Too Human) that he replied to advertisements for jobs with both parties during the 1988 election, and joined the party that offered him a job. Callahan became obsessed with a claim that was made for rhetorical reasons and easily refuted. 

What he describes is a political, not a spiritual, journey. He makes the valid point that some Christians, the ones I like to call churchians, aren't characterized by outstanding love of their neighbor. However, his quest for any new fellowship was not guided by the Bible; in fact, he tells us, he stopped reading the Bible because it reminded him of the people who had emotionally abused him by voting for Trump. 

Or by being socially inept. So many Black Americans' real grievance against their White neighbors seems to be based in a fantasy that White Americans are or ought to be perfect. Callahan fixates on an incident where a White church lady didn't make conversation with him easily. She and he had taken their children to the local playground, greeted each other casually, then realized that they were acquainte from church. The woman's feet beat retreat in what, since she fled into a building where White men were standing, seemed to Callahan a racist way. Maybe it was; I don't know the woman. But Callahan doesn't prove that her thinking was closer to "That cannibal from Africa wants to eat my child" than it was to "That Democrat wants to pick a political argument" or "That trial lawyer is likely to make me sound stupid." 

What White people so often find ourselves defending to our Black friends is that most White people are not, in fact, haters; are, in fact, more likely to be socially awkward or inattentive, when they want all Americans to enjoy equal rights and opportunities but either don't know what an acquaintance expects or don't think the acquaintance's expectations are reasonable. Haters are rare. Socially awkward and/or inattentive White people are common. Small towns are full of White people who are afraid, not even always without some reason, to talk to their own White cousins in public because "S/He is so much 'smarter,' went so much further in school, I don't know what to say to him/her." I've observed this pattern of behavior among biracial Americans, and am credibly informed that it's been seen even among Black Americans.

Callahan is a good enough writer, with a snarky enough sense of humor and intriguing enough lists of references, to keep me reading along, hoping the book improves. Does he, for example, realize that although fair treatment for Black Americans is not a partisan political issue, the only steps toward it he seems to recognize are partisan political issues? Does he turn to his Bible and notice the odd mix of separatism and humanitarianism in its texts, and even, perhaps, organize group studies of the humanitarian messages that run throughout the Bible? Does he...? Long story short; he doesn't. He owns his righteous anger and grief at the kind of "White Christianity" that preferred to ignore the incidents cited as triggers for riots. That's as far as he gets. He's written this book from the position of being stuck in unpleasant emotions, not having any step toward emotional resolution or societal solutions in mind.

It would be possible for this to have been a really useful study of how evangelical Christianity can be Bible-based, true to its traditional doctrine, and also supportive of Black or other minority-American believers. Well...too bad. This is documentation of how a Black man who was old enough to know better let himself be emotionally manipulated by a callous political group and has spent eight years repeating campaign falsehoods. 

I'm disappointed. I was supposed to have received an advance review copy of this book in 2024. It probably arrived in a form Amazon had decided to stop supporting; I never received a readable review copy, but I received at least two things that might have been meant to be copies of this book. Other people gave the book favorable reviews; it's still on its publishers' lists. The publishers kindly sent me a copy now that the book's been published. But where are the insights into anything beyond party-line hype and hysteria, for which I've waited for two years? There aren't any. Robert Turner's Creating a Culture of Repair was rich with possibly good ideas, a book-length brainstorming about what people can do to demonstrate, accept, and cultivate good will. Robert Callahan's Fire in the Whole is devoid of ideas that don't boil down to a trendy but unhelpful "I just can't stand Republicans."

The story of how Callahan comes to understand that he's been politically exploited, turns back to the Bible, and commits to having a solid relationship with his own Black family as an emotional base for coping with the cluelessness of whatever White people he chooses to claim as friends, is the story he has to write that will be worth reading. Unfortunately he's not written that one yet.

He could profitably pursue the topic of separatism and unity in the Bible. Both Jews and Christians are told "Come out from among them and be separate" in the Old and New Testament, but they are also told, "You shall not oppress a foreigner," told that the blessing of the Sabbath is to be shared with "the foreigners within your gates," told that foreigners who accepted their religious beliefs were to be accepted into the community as equals and allowed to marry into the best of families, and so on, all the way up to the statement that "In Christ there is neither...Jew nor Greek, bond nor free." The Bible says a great deal that ought to have inspired or at least influenced whatever people did about the incidents that triggers race riots. 

In some cases--and I think this is behind some of the harsh judgments of White women in recent anti-ICE demonstrations: White Christians feel more free to say it to people they see as like themselves--Christians might observe that, however unfairly they were treated, people like Rodney King ought to have been obeying applicable laws; as should the policemen who beat him. A hundred years ago, in many cases, Christians should have been (and sometimes were) the ones shouting most loudly that "in Christ" ethnic identity means nothing, that any practice of injustice toward any demographic group is taking people "out of Christ." Today that particular sin is less common and, for that reason, much less tolerable. Our grandparents or great-grandparents might have been in mortal danger if they'd said anything about the Black patient left to bleed out in front of a White hospital. Today all most of us are even required to do about race prejudice is to say, "They were here first," or, "While we particularly look for stories that add cultural diversity to our web site, all manuscripts are read in the order received before the cut-off point." Some churchgoers may, however, need further encouragement to say those easy things.

In some cases Christians might ask ourselves where we went wrong. While being legally White, I've been told--by churchgoers!--"You're stupid to try to build a business by hard work these days. A smart person would find a government grant to exploit." Now we see White Christians waxing indignant at the sheer magnitude of Somali immigrants' exploitation of government grants. Why did they all open day care services? Because government grants were offered to people opening day care services. Naturally there's no reference to this item in a book that was published in 2024, but I, as a legally White person with "background," would like to know which White Christians guided the Somalis to keep those day care centers open after the friends' children for whom they'd provided any day care they ever did were grown up. Yes, it was exploitative. Yes, abusive. Yes, taking money away from blind people and combat veterans and cancer survivors. And I'm 99% sure that some White Christians encouraged them to do it. Let them stand forth and confess. 

There are a lot of things White Christians might feel moved to do, after reading the Bible, or Creating a Culture of Repair, or the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous, or any number of other things. They might even ask Black or other "minority" Christians to guide them; they might even ask introvert Christians to guide them in making reparations to us, and Heaven speed the day. The danger with Fire in the Whole is that, because the Democratic Party has used hyped-up, often insincere, emotionality as a rhetorical device too often in recent years, all they'll feel moved to do after reading this book is ask for refunds. Because about all it tells them they can do is vote...for a party that has yet to find its way after inflicting poverty and race riots on Black and White Americans alike? How's that supposed to help?

An occupational hazard of Callahan's day job is that it encourages skill in making accusations at the expense of skill in saying anything more uplifting. Perhaps, as a balance to writing accusations, he should practice writing "daily devotions." Write things that tell a White American undergraduate, trying to pay bills and tuition on a student-labor job, how to practice the good will person feels toward per Black classmates. Tell a White American combat veteran, motivated to learn to walk on his "peg" but not guaranteed a full-time job when he learns, how he can become his Black neighbors' friend. Tell a White American grandmother, rearing three grandchildren, how to make Black Americans feel welcome in her little restaurant. (Most White Americans do not consider themselves rich, nor are they perceived as rich by other Americans.) Write for real people, as the individuals God made them, not the demographic groups that exist in the minds of leftist political theorists. Then I can celebrate his talent for writing by pointing to a book that people will feel better, and be better, for reading. And Heaven speed the day.

Friday, February 13, 2026

Bad Poetry: Fourteeners for St Catherine de Ricci, et Al.

What has an aging widow to say on the theme of love?
Well, not the silly teenaged kind, red hearts and sugar dove,
But of the kind called public spirit age has more to say,
So let's consider public spirit on Saint Catherine's Day--
Not Catherine of Siena, who for teaching won acclaim,
But Catherine de Ricci, student who received her name.
This Catherine's illness to the common people did appear
To show spiritual marks the people could admire and fear;
From public spirit this young, modest nun began to pray
That not her pain, but her distinctiveness would go away;
This prayer answered, then she found she had the strength to teach,
And walk, and talk, and work, and write, and even make a speech.
She never has been many people's very favorite saint
But those who heard her teach said, "There ain't no saints, if she ain't."


Mysteriously preserved, her body has reposed in state
For near five hundred years; Italians think that she was great.
Meanwhile many others also loved their people well.
Their stories and their glories we might profitably tell.
With malice toward none let's be, with charity toward all;
When caught up in disputes, on charity let's always call.
The kindest thing to do with extroverts might be to keep
Them ever from possessing power to make others weep;
Once they're in power, the only way's to praise them when they're right
Ignore them when they're wrong, thus force them up toward the light.
Protests puff up the egos of some tedious, tacky hacks
Who otherwise would fall down, disappearing, through life's cracks.
But "feed them good examples, and reward if they do good"
Might help them heed direction, if there's anything that could.

Cut-off point for tired eyes

Fourteen is a key number in English poetry. There are fourteen-line verses, sonnets and quatorzains, and last year we tried our hands at fourteen-word verses, and the fourteen-syllable lines that form the couplets above are a form called fourteeners. Fourteeners have been described as an excessively easy form that encourages doggerel. Well, this is the home of Bad Poetry (TM); we like doggerel.

The Poets & Storytellers United prompt of the week, looking ahead to Valentines Day, proposed "love" as a topic. Then this week's hostess at that site, Rosemary Nissen-Wade, "subverted the topic" with a reflection on protests and violence...

Valentines were named in honor of a man, a saint. What saint do Catholic Christians honor on the day before his official day? I looked it up. (I'm not a Catholic.) They rotate among at least a half-dozen very minor saints, I learned. Nobody ever gets as much attention as Valentine. One obscure saint who's being remembered this year was a sickly girl who was named Alessandra Lucrezia Romola de Ricci at birth; when she entered a convent, apparently unfit for marriage, she became Sister Catherine, a name chosen in honor of her mother and St Catherine of Siena. Exactly what was wrong with Sister Catherine will never be known, but it included narcolepsy, trances and visions, and what were perceived as "the stigmata," wounds in the places of Christ's wounds and of a wedding ring on her skin. Once convinced that she was spiritual and sane, the other nuns elected her Prioress, and her prayers were granted--that she would be able to show people the teaching of Christ rather than merely showing her "stigmata." She managed the convent well, surviving past age 60. A Dominican women's community is still called the Order of St Catherine de Ricci.

Monastic people can be tempted to slip from spirituality into mere masochism. I don't think that is good. I'm not saying that people in free countries should submit to misguided government without protesting at all. As regular readers know, I think we should call out bad ideas more early and often than we do--but we should respect, even love, people as we encourage them to reconsider bad ideas. 

Book Review: The Mystery of the Cupboard

Title: The Mystery of the Cupboard

Author: Lynne Reid Banks

Date: 1993

Publisher: Morrow

ISBN: 0-688-12138-1

Length: 246 pages

Illustrations: pencil drawings by Tom Newsom

Quote: “She was some kind of actress back around the time of the First World War. Going on the stage in those days was considered fairly wicked.”

This is the concluding volume of a four-book series about a little boy called Omri whose toys come to life when locked in the magic cupboard. He’s still a little boy, but he’s become quite mature through his relationships with his miniature adults, including the soldiers. Omri has, however, observed only the most family-filtered effects of his toys’ sexuality, as when a miniature man turns out to have a wife and child. Now he’s old enough to learn about the effects of sex by discovering the long-hidden diaries of his “wicked” aunt, who made the cupboard magic.

Reviews of books that were published in sequence usually say that it’s possible to enjoy this book without reading the ones that came before it. In the case of The Mystery of the Cupboard I’m not sure that that’s true. There’s a lot of back-story behind this novel. Moreover, the series reads as if it were written for one or more growing children: The Indian in the Cupboard was a story for middle school students, but The Mystery of the Cupboard is much more of a story for adults who still enjoy whimsy enough to want to know how the author tied up the loose ends from The Indian in the Cupboard. I’d think twice about handing volume four of this series to the average child who’d enjoyed volume one. 

Seasonal Nag: Guess What Day It Is

Attention all couples and halves-of-couples! Tomorrow is Valentines Day. You are probably expected to buy and/or cook some sort of red-pink-and-white treat for your significant other. If not, you're expected to think of something better, like a new book by her favorite writer. 

For my Insane Admirers: If you buy stuff online, buy me "Save the Butterflies" stuff from my Zazzle store, like this shirt: 


Or a duffel bag. 


There are over 200 "Save the Butterflies" items on the page, including mathoms, and each design could easily be "customized" into fifty more. Any Zazzle items received will be valued at a bushel and a peck, and repaid with a hug around the neck. 

If you buy stuff in real stores where people can take it back for refunds and buy what they really wanted, of course, the more ridiculous and overpriced the item is, the better.

Some people say the worst Valentines Day gifts are the generic ones--red roses and a box of chocolates, because "It's like you forgot Valentines Day and just grabbed what some sales person sold you at the last minute."

Some say, no, it's the cheap ones, like a $5 giftcard or a generic elementary-school-type notebook. From ten-year-olds that kind of gift is sweet. From grown-ups earning grown-up salaries it's tacky.

Some say the very worst Valentines Day gift is a gym membership, even if you get it for the two of you to go as a couple and your goal is to shape up your own figure. Some say it's still like saying "You're fat." 

Some say the very worst Valentines Day gifts are cleaning or personal hygiene supplies. Even if you think cinnamon-scented toothpaste could be a sexy hint as a change from the usual mint, the message of toothpaste for V-Day could be interpreted as "Your breath stinks."

I once thought the most discouraging gift for an Insane Admirer would be a book about etiquette with the title "DON'T." It didn't work. Insane Admirers persevere through anything except actually changing their habits so that a woman would want to live with them.

Then again, when people care about each other, it doesn't really matter what they give each other on gift-giving occasions. An appreciative look will do.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Web Log for 2.12.26

Animals 


Someone out there needed this message. When asked "What curse is that?" on the Meow, Neithan Hador said, "The curse of not being able to see a chicken." 

So here, for good measure, are some more chickens. I don't know that these hens are supposed to bring you good luck, but either they've been Photoshopped or they are enjoying some good luck for themselves: The fox that was able to get into their coop was cold, not hungry.


Shared by Joe Jackson. He doesn't say whose chickens they are, and Google can't find them at any online news site. 

Climate Foolishness

Trump and friends take aim at all "climate change"-related regulations. Huzza!

Climate change is a debated possibility, not a proven fact. Laws should be based in proven facts. Laws attempting to prevent "climate change" are bids for global tyranny, and should be demolished.

That does not mean we don't need regulations about things that do, in proven fact, adversely affect the climate or other environmental conditions where they take place. We need a ban on spraying any volatile chemicals into the air outdoors. We need bans on fracking, on nuclear power plants, and on chopping down trees to feed oversized biomass burners. Some cities need to regulate population density, mandate green space, and encourage walking. But we don't need to indulge envious foreigners' delusions that they can be allowed to dictate how we live. 


Mormons 

I intentionally made an experiment on X this morning. Someone had shared, at another site, a post in which someone calling perself "Latter-Day Laura" included a video in which a skinny blonde, who had supposedly said she didn't want children, cuddled a baby, burst into tears, and said "I'd like to have eight." It may have happened, unstaged; there are young women who want children but think they have to sell this idea to unwilling young men, stealthily, by lying about what they want. (Ladies, if you have to tell lies to get a man's attention, you'd do better not to bother with him. Wait for the next one.) Lots of people had replied. I threw out a few simple, commonsense statements about the reality of parenthood in a crowded world:

* It won't actually work to keep Social Security running on its original unsustainable terms, because there won't be jobs for the surplus babies.

* It's not humane to try to rear children in an apartment block. If you can't afford a house with a room and a garden for each child, you can't afford children. 

* Abortion is still too hazardous to a woman's health to qualify as birth control. Other methods are vastly more enjoyable and more effective...and the ones that work best don't require anyone to buy any product, at all.

* Babies are adorable...when they're happy and healthy. In order to have happy, healthy babies in our crowded world, people need to choose to produce one or none. There is no shortage of homeless babies for those who want more.

* However, many people, perhaps most people in today's environment, do not want any babies. We like being baby-free. And the species benefits from our being baby-free, because human babies need tertiary care providers (aunts, uncles, and grandparents) in addition to their primary parents (mothers) and secondary parents (fathers). 

Considering that "Latter-Day Laura" had identified with a Christian group, I didn't bother trying to guess which respondents cared about the fact that Christianity was founded by celibate, baby-free people. Marriage was a concession made to young,  hormone-ridden Christians' feelings. The ideal was to be able to overcome sexual temptations, as Jesus did. Christians have idealized lifelong, perfect, "innocent" (asexual) virginity in ways that were unfair to normal young people, but there's never been anything Christian about various secular governments' campaigns to increase the birth rate after plagues or wars. 

I was surprised by the bizarre and backward ideas people brought into that "thread." Not Christian ideas by any stretch. At least one respondent seemed to think that people need children to make sacrifices to get us into a desirable afterlife. Several Xers identifying as men wanted to believe that "all women" wanted children, that those who don't had been brainwashed, and that exposure to infants would produce an instant "factory reset." Most replies to the comments I posted were hostile. Quite a lot of Latter-Day Laura's Xeeps seemed to belong to some weird sex cult, not a religion founded by Jesus, with a doctrine that it's everyone's duty to procreate. Tellingly, when reminded that it's not everyone's desire to procreate, this group fell back on "Oh how selfish."

I happen to believe that all rightminded people do instinctively love and nurture babies--albeit often, especially at the apartment-dwelling stage of life, we're glad to hand them back to their parents after a few minutes or hours of nurturing. But, do women want to drop out of school, quit our jobs, and become full-time brood cows for life, because we've snuggled a baby? Here and there a woman may feel moved, by a little baby-cuddling, to confide to a friend that when she's sure she's found her beshert she would like to have a baby. ("Eight" is obviously the self-identification of a girl who's been encouraged to vent feelings without thinking through what she is saying.) But even in the 1980s, when the world was less crowded than it is now, a church college was known to be an easy place to find baby-sitters. Nice, Christian young ladies, recommended by their teachers. And what effect did baby-sitting have on us? The most reliable immediate effect was shopping. And after shopping? "I was sitting with Joe's and Jane's baby. I can see why they look so old and tired."

One might as easily claim that exposure to infants makes young men see that their desires to play games and watch television were only pop culture's "brainwashing," and they really want to work overtime on jobs they hate and come home to rinse out diapers in the toilet. Sure they do! 

The things the "pro-motherhood," actually anti-woman, Xers posted in that thread really made me reconsider Mormons. Are they Christians, whose Example for life was celibate--or are they some sort of creepy sex cult where, as someone actually posted, the baby-free have no value to God or humankind?

At the very least I think "conservative," or at least non-left-wing, Christians need a campaign affirming the high value we place on women "as mothers AND AS SO MUCH MORE." Reminding women that a responsible adult's time in the nursery lasts no more than ten years and then, unless they are professional baby-sitters, women go back into adult society and do the more cerebral kind of jobs they are naturally suited to do better than men, who excel at jobs that involve upper body strength. 

And, unless and until Mormons are positively encouraging women to make better contributions to the world than aggravating our existing overpopulation problems, we all need to make sure that Mormons are not part of our government or our educational system, or considered for any kind of position where they might influence the young. 

We need to get realistic. In a world where people who want to work can't get jobs and people who have jobs can't afford enough land to feed themselves, it's people who have multiple babies who are obviously selfish. And lust-ridden. And unimaginative. 

Once upon a time people could be proud of having fifteen children...because so many people died so young that there was real danger of families and towns dying out. And in America, the land of new-found wealth, as in Russia, the breadbasket of Europe in those days, a few people did have fifteen children or more. And in both countries those hordes of children were often tall, even gigantic by most European standards, the males often all of six feet tall. And the babies died in infancy from unknown causes, and the children died in their school years and teen years. In a family who were unusually lucky ten of those fifteen children might live long enough to be allowed to vote. In a more ordinary family, seven might. And funerals were the most common kind of social event people who weren't wealthy ever attended. And plagues raged. When people went into town and socialized, with trepidation, keeping gloves on their hands and maintaining a healthy distance, they asked about everyone whose names they could remember, not in order to gossip about what people were known or suspected to be doing, but in order to know which of their friends--even which teenagers' friends--had died since the last visit. 

A cult of "We're all about having babies, lots of babies" could very easily set American society back to that level, if we let it. A good way not to let it would be a general policy whereby "That man let his wife get pregnant--twice!" is a guarantee that the only job that man gets will be with an overnight cleaning service. 

Web Log for 2.11.26

Happy birthday to the memory  of Abraham Lincoln. I plan to take some time today to reflect on that memory. I'd like to see it reconstituted in living people. We need a little "malice toward none, and charity toward all."

Yesterday was a weird weather day. We and places to our south are basking in the February Thaw, while places just a little further north got the another big freeze. Some places are even colder than they were last week. The weather guessers who thought we'd have our Thaw this week also thought we were due for another Big Freeze next week, so don't resent us too much, please, if you're sitting in the Adirondacks where it was still 25 degrees below zero, Fahrenheit, this morning.

The loudest complaints about last week's weather have come from inanimate objects: The desktop computer's monitor developed an annoying warm-up tic that makes it hard to use for the first minute or two after it awakens from hibernation mode, and the Comfort Zone hot-air fan started balking.

Gardening 

How a patch of land where nothing's been planted should look...


Photo by Kim M. Russell, from the beautiful natural garden she's documented keeping at WritingInNorthNorfolk. She posts lovely cat and bird photos from that garden, too. 


Michelle Obama, What She Thought She Was Talking About 

Poor Mrs. Obama. She's not planning to run for President because she picked the wrong approach to what she wanted to say. Believe it or not, when one of the most overprivileged women in America--both continents--said that "As Black women we're not allowed to express our pain," and the Internet blew up in gales of uncharitable laughter, Mrs. Obama was trying to claim some sort of solidarity with ordinary Black American women.

* Black American women are between three and four times more likely to die in childbirth than White women: 


* And three times more likely to die from complications of pregnancy:


* While Black women have felt free, and sometimes encouraged, to whine "They hired him instead of me because he's a White man and if his test scores were 10% higher than mine that's probably just because he's a White man, too," and similar annoying lines, they have felt somewhat awkward talking publicly about gross-out disease conditions like endometriosis. White women are more likely to develop that disease; Black women are more likely to get a misdiagnosis when they do develop it.


* Similarly, though less likely to have any kind of cancer, Black women are far more likely than White women are to die from some kinds of cancer. Black women are 85% more likely than White women are to die from, specifically, cancer of the uterus.


* Black Americans generally, male or female, are more likely to have cardiovascular disease than White Americans are. It's been estimated that over half of all Black women over age 20 have cardiovascular disease at some stage. 


Statistically, Black women outlive their men, just as White women do, but on average White people of both sexes live longer. And all poor Mrs. Obama was trying to get at was that some Black women have noticed these facts and are trying to find out why

Well, if that's the best she can do at introducing a topic to which few people can object, we know we don't ever want her as President. And maybe, like Mrs. Dole before her, she knows enough about the President's job to try every way she knows to avoid ever getting it. 

Book Review: Gobbledygook Has Gotta Go

Title: Gobbledygook Has Gotta Go

Author: John O’Hayre

Date: not given

Publisher: U.S. Goverrnment Printing Office

ISBN: none

Length: 113 pages

Illustrations: cartoons

Quote: “The Bureau of Land Management...can work together...only when we understand each other...Our comunications have sometimes failed because of a fascination with the traditions of officialese...”

Right. Despite the cartoons, this is not really a funny book. At times it approaches earnestness. It’s a serious guide to the art of corporate communication.

It is, however, a book some people need. It analyzes why some communication efforts fail, and suggests improvements that need to be heeded by all employees of private corporations or government offices, all authors of high school and college textbooks, and anyone who admits having taken courses toward an M.B.A. You know someone who needs this book...and it’s recommended to anyone who dares to send it where it may do some good.

Meet the Blogroll: Books Music Films TV (Paul Rance)

BooksMusicFilmsTV.com is a British literary criticism site operated by Andrew Bruce and Paul Rance, the latter of whom I e-met at Associated Content. The site sells these products of creative talent and posts biographies, bibliographies, discographies, etc. 

Because it's been set up more as a commercial web site than as a blog, new posts often fail to show up properly in my blog feed.

Paul Rance is the author of several books published in the UK: Made in Luton, Being St Francis, From Ecocide to Eden and more. These books are of course featured at the site, along with a lively mix of obscure new books and classics--Richard Adams, Jane Austen, Lewis Carroll, Graham Greene, Edward Lear, C.S. Lewis, Wilfred Owen, Anna Sewell...Not all books featured at the site are by British authors but all are available in the UK. 

As a booksellers' site BooksMusicFilmsTV shows a more cautious approach than this web site's "Oh well I bought or inherited this book so let's post something about it and see who, if anyone, wants it." Books seem to have been selected for their enduring popularity. This makes a book site more profitable, and it's nice to observe that BooksMusicFilmsTV has enough traffic to attract nice arts-related ads rather than random, obnoxious Google, Wordpress, Taboola or similar selections of ads.

(This web site, too, could have nice tasteful links to pages that opened into big-picture ads for new books and records, if authors and musicians were paying for them. Just saying.) 

Music has also been carefully selected for popularity, though here the classics include the Beatles, David Bowie, Kate Bush, Coldplay, The Doors, Green Day, Pink Floyd, Queen, and 10cc. You can play an opening selection from Paul Rance's rock music quiz book. 

Featured film stars include Julie Andrews, Richard Attenborough, Brigitte Bardot, Halle Berry, Richard Burton, and on through Peter Ustinov and Reese Witherspoon. You might not like all of their favorites (I'm surprised that anyone still has the fortitude to claim Woody Allen as a favorite, though he was certainly funny) and might miss some of your own favorites, but there's sure to be some overlap. Or you could browse by film titles, which incline toward the family-friendly but range from Babe and Bambi to The Matrix and Moulin Rouge.

TV is probably the category in which US and UK lists diverge most but, if you enjoy television, this is a good site for brushing up knowledge of TV in the country where you don't live. 

In a brief review of "Frasier" Paul Rance writes that "Americans struggle to grasp...that there are more accents in England than posh and Cockney!" Most of us, I think, haven't listened attentively enough to notice that e.g. the Beatles' Liverpool accent was different from Cockney, while C.S. Lewis's accent, as recorded, was quite different from standard BBC (which I imagine must be what he's calling "posh") and surely more upscale (Lewis was a real English teacher, while the BBC is a commercial company). Then again I don't imagine that most British people have a clue how different the various "Southern" US accents sound from one another, to me...

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Favorite Song Lyrics

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asked reviewers to share some favorite song lyrics.

I have only two or three hundred favorite songs. Some reviewers limited themselves to recent songs, to make the decision more of a challenge. Despite e-friends' educating me over the last few years I don't remember the lyrics to many recent songs. 

Where do I start? The ones that have been favorites longest? Include religious songs, or not? Yes, I think this post needs to include a few religious songs. I think we can do without Teen Romance and stick to songs about topics that are more inclusive.

I like some songs because they don't make any sense. I don't think that's what the prompt was about, though. I think I'll exclude nonsense songs from this prompt, too.

"'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."

(I first heard it on a record when I was about four years old, learned all the words and how to play it on the piano in grade four. The digital recording is, of course, new to me too...


"I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills--
My heart with rapture thrills...
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light.
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King."

(One of the songs Miss Music taught us in grade one. Digital recording:


"Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust";
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

("All four verses are right here in the Girl Scout Handbook. Learn all of them," Mother said. I was eight years old. Most digital recordings don't include all the verses, but in this video an elderly veteran gets all of the words and most of the notes right in the fourth verse--the happy ending, my favorite verse.


"Home, where the river runs gold,
The water tastes good, the winter's not cold;
Home, where the trees grow tall,
The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call."

(In the video version Jim Reeves sings a different last line than he sang on the record...


"Standing by a purpose true, heeding God's command,
Honor them, the faithful few: all hail to Daniel's band!
Dare to be like Daniel! Dare to stand alone!
Dare to have a purpose firm, and dare to make it known!"

(I've never heard anyone sing this children's Sunday School song so solemnly before, but I will admit their harmonies are lovely.


"Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above."

(Hmm. I like it better as a church hymn than as a performance piece, but this is the song.


"If you love Me true, My commandments keep.
Feed My lambs, He said, feed My sheep."

(Google finds lots of videos for songs that contain similar words, but not this one.)

"Stony the road we trod,
Weary the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet, with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the land for which our fathers sighed?"

(The writers of this song did not intend it to be used in a divisive way. They wrote it for a Black school choir to sing on a celebration of President Lincoln's birthday, but rejoiced when it was sung by other people on other occasions. They didn't mind when the NAACP said it could be a "(Black American) national anthem." I doubt that they would have minded knowing that it's been sung after many successful protests, most definitely including those for school choice in Virginia. Black Americans have some right to feel especially proud of this song since it was written by and for members of their demographic group. Perhaps only those who believe that the Emancipation Proclamation and the Civil Rights Act were good things should sing it...but that includes just about everybody.) 


"Making a mess may be all right, and quite a sight to see,
But please be quite sure, before you mess things up,
That you can clean up your mess before it messes up me!"

(I never saw the skit on television; I learned the song from a "Sesame Street Songbook," much later.


"Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,
Nor helpeth good hearts in need."

(Google can't find a digital recording for this one. Too bad. Anyway, this song has been a favorite since I was fifteen or so, and that makes ten.)

Web Log for 2.10.26

One link.

Books 

Kathryn Stockett is doing an oldfashioned book tour with The Calamity Club. They apparently have her booked for book parties in Columbia, South Carolina, and/or Clarksville, Tennessee, at the Books-a-Million at 7 p.m. They're selling tickets. No doubt they'll also be selling The Calamity Club and the previous novel, The Help, to which it's a sequel. Confirm that she's coming to Clarksville if you're local, find out where else she'll be signing books if you're not, and get your tickets at:


As a guess, somebody at that site will even help you buy the books in advance so you can ask questions about them at the party, if you enjoy doing that. Reading the books now would give a person insight into whether to buy a copy for everyone you know, or only one or two bookish friends, at the book party. 

Petfinder Post: Something About That Doberman

(Something feels funny this morning. What could it be? Oh, normal weather! How peculiar it feels! The ice melted away yesterday! This web site no longer has to be on a snow schedule...but I am still running on a snow schedule. I have received an advance reader's copy of a well researched book about the early life of Martin Luther King. It was not easy to put down and distracted me from most of the other things I had to do yesterday, except for going out to enjoy the thaw with all three cats for an hour or two. You'll want to read it in May when it's expected to be in the stores.)

The prestigious Westminster dog show, staged in New York's Madison Square Gardens, is open to Canadian dog trainers as well as US ones. So wouldn't you just know, some Canadian came in and won Best of Show...with a Doberman Pinscher.

In the mid-twentieth century Dobermans were popular as house pets  They are good-sized dogs with an alert look, slim build, short coat, usually stubby tail, an attractive black-and-tan color pattern, and a willingness to be...unlike the hounds who may prefer just to bark and howl and help humans chase down the prey, the pointers who prefer to stand still and point it out, or the retrievers who like to dive in cold muddy water and carry prey out to humans...the dog who actually bites and kills the prey. They are smart, brave dogs who can be trained to do lots of different things. People who live with Dobermans say they're great pets if handled properly. 

They are, however, easy to ruin, and big enough to be dangerous if not handled properly. They are sometimes said to be the breed most willing to detain a burglar, if you want to see the police haul him away, or if you're one of those people whose policy toward burglars is "I don't call the police until they beg." Some people like to have a bit of sadistic fun with a burglar and, for that purpose, they say Dobermans are a great help. They like having an excuse to be aggressive. So, sometimes Dobermans decide to be aggressive toward their own humans, too. When they were popular pets they were the breed most often mentioned in cases where people went to hospitals for treatment for bites inflicted by their own family pets.

Most of the pet Dobermans kept in the mid-twentieth century never even threatened to bite their humans but enough of them did that the breed became very unpopular as a house pet, very fast. Liability insurance for Doberman families became expensive. Landlords banned them. Neighbors looked askance at Doberman families. Suddenly pet stores didn't offer Doberman puppies for sale any more...

Actually, where I live, competition from the evil HSUS stopped pet stores offering any puppies for sale, a few years after they stopped offering Dobermans. As long as pet stores actually sold cats and dogs, you could rescue an animal from being euthanized for, usually, ten dollars. When the pet stores had been bullied and undersold, in combination, long enough to remove the kennel space (and, for a lot of kids I knew, the fun of visiting the pet stores), then suddenly the shelter operators discovered that low "adoption fees" attracted people who weren't really offering animals loving homes, so the only humane thing to do was raise prices so that people wouldn't use shelter pets in medical experiments.

Fun fact: people still do use shelter animals in medical experiments. They still buy batches of unwanted dogs and cats from shelters that euthanize them. They can even custom-mix orders from different shelters to get a few hundred animals of the same type, all at once, like Fauci and his beagles. But not before the shelters have spent a few months telling people that they're so concerned about the animals' well-being that they just can't part with some unwanted mixed-breed dog for anything less than the full market value of a pedigreed specimen of the breed the dog most resembles...

This web site does, of course, recommend that people rescue shelter animals rather than encouraging commercial breeders to think they can make more money by pushing more animals to breed faster, which was typical Waste Age thinking and very hard on the animals. However, if shelter operators are genuinely concerned about the animals' fate, they'll eliminate salaried employees and keep the cost of a shelter pet down to...oh, adjusted for inflation, say twenty-five dollars. 

Anyway. Should you adopt a Doberman Pinscher? They can certainly be clever, handsome, and even affectionate pets. If you've had successful experiences with other large, energetic, intelligent, and sometimes aggressive types of dogs, e.g. police dogs...Dobermans are among the smaller breeds used in police work. 

If you've not, you might want to begin with a more easy-going kind of large, energetic, intelligent, and usually peaceable type of dog, like an Australian Shepherd, collie, or retriever. They'll bite, too, if treated badly enough--even a canary will do that--but they're more likely to run away, first. 

If you already live with animals, and you're starting to avoid these Petfinder posts because you can't adopt the animals shown here...another option is sponsoring the animal for someone else to adopt. You can choose whether to trust the shelter on this, or sponsor the animal's adoption by some specific person you know. Petfinder's site revisions include making the "sponsor this animal" button easy to find. It found a home for Kevin McAllister Cat; perhaps it will find a home for one of the winners of this week's photo contest.

I think today's post really ought to offer three categories: cats, Dobermans, and Medium-to-Large Dogs That Are More Insurable Than Dobermans.

Zipcode 10101: Tom Kitten 


He's just a typical frisky kitten who plays, eats, and sleeps. He needs a playmate and, if you don't have kittens, they recommend you adopt his "equally adorable" sisters, Miss Moppet and Miss Mittens. Well, one of them, anyway, though two would be even more fun as far as tge kittens are concerned. 

Carmilla from Texas via NYC 


(No, that's not a misspelling of the Queen Consort's name. "Carmilla" is a separate name with its own history, though it's not been much used by humans since the early nineteenth century, when it was the name given to a fictional vampire.)

Found as a stray near the airport, Carmilla has been living in the country. They don't know how well she gets along with cats but do know she behaves well around horses and chickens. She has a Doberman look and a cheerful resilient temperament. She has run up a vet bill; the transportation bill depends partly on you. She can be transported by drivers heading for the upper Midwest or Pacific Northwest as well as the East Coast. 

Rezzie from South Carolina via NYC  


Nobody really knows which breeds went into this adorable short-legged street mutt. They think she might be more Australian Shepherd than anything else, going by her pretty face and bouncy energy. She can join a weekly car pool going up the East Coast; if you're not on the coast, you may need to go to South Carolina to meet her.

Zipcode 20202: Reese from DC


She had kittens while living on the street. All the kittens have been adopted by now and, as so often happens, the mother cat's still languishing in the shelter, spayed and no doubt feeling that her life is as empty and useless as her body. If you can show her that life has more to offer than the life-and-death drama of dodging cars to search for food, she is probably an excellent cat for you. 

Commander from Silver Spring


This is a unique mix of dog breeds. They know he's part Doberman, part Black and Tan Coon Hound, and part something bigger--possibly unicorn. He weighs 75 pounds. He's a young, exuberant, affectionate dog who's not had a lot of formal education. He likes to hug people; he likes children but may accidentally knock them down. He is not very nice to cats. He has a full-sized tail and they warn that, although he might do well in an apartment, he'd be likely to destroy bric-a-brac. They say he's just a big goofy bundle of fun.

Maple and/or Mixy from Alexandria 


Mixy is the one with the mix of three colors. The sisters have much in common. Friendly, clever, fun to live with, they have lots of energy and need mental stimulation to behave well. They will love running and playing with you. Actually, they might be good pets for a family with two energetic middle school children. Like all Australian Shepherds they need a big yard, frequent walks, and some sort of job to occupy their active minds. 

Zipcode 30303: The Three Bears from Alto


This social cat family was probably found in Massachusetts but they've been in a foster home in Georgia this winter. We know they're social cats because the parents were still together even when the kitten was big enough to be on her own. Papa Bear, the tabby in the middle of the photo, is said to be the snugglebunny in the family. Mama Bear seems to be a bit older, doesn't like to be picked up but likes a friendly scritch now and then. Baby Bear is still a kitten who likes to play. 

Twix from Douglasville 


Twix has a problem. Though otherwise a nice dog who loves to play and be petted and has learned several commands, she wants to eat just about anything she sees, might even fight over food someone else is eating, and has nearly died from eating things that weren't food. Her life depends on her being restrained from eating any more inappropriate objects at all times. This might be seen as negating the point of living with a Doberman. What kind of burglar is going to be scared off by a muzzled watchdog? If you believe that animals shouldn't have to do anything for their humans beyond just keeping us company, Twix might appeal to you. She should not be around young children.

Luna from Cumming 


Luna travels with Sunny. The puppies were born a month apart; neither is a full year old yet. She's an Australian Shepherd; he's a Golden Retriever. Both breeds are stereotypically lovable, goofy, fun-loving dogs for people who like lots of brisk walks and can think of something for the more intelligent Aussie to do with her equally energetic mind. (Retrievers seem to get by without any responsibilities.) They're used to living outdoors and have enough fur to survive frosty nights outdoors, but they will need a big yard with a high fence. 

Book Review: Out of Practice

Title: Out of Practice

Author: Piper Finley

Date: 2025

Publisher: House of King

Quote: "Well, if anyone can spot early recovery signs, it's you."

Emma is a physical therapist who thinks outside the "box" both of hospital practice and of her stuffy boyfriend's social expectations. 

Although it was marketed as a romance, this "prequel" to a series of romances is actually what I used to call an anti-romance, and wish there were more of. "Book boyfriends" are usually about as believable, or not, as their "book girlfriends," but the whole idea that physical attractions always lead to happily-ever-after is not believable. Don't any of these women, I used to think after reading a few of what used to present themselves as novels "with a love interest" and read like romances, ever notice that even men who look attractive aren't necessarily all that we ever wanted in life? Where are the stories about the relationships that don't have to lack good will, but are not and will never be True Love? Publishers used to allow women to be rescued from marrying Mr. Wrong only by meeting Mr. Right, and romance publishers, especially, didn't make a clear difference between the two.

So, Out of Practice ends with a promise that Emma is going to meet Mr. Right in the first full-sized novel in the series; what happens in this mini-book is that she recognizes that the co-worker she's been claiming as a boyfriend is not someone she wants to marry. Hospital protocols are too narrow to work for some of her patients, and his family, although apparently a good family, are too image-conscious to offer much hope that living with them will be fun. 

As a woman who likes to read what other women really think about life and relationships, I liked this novel. Women who like to read romance novels as a marital aid may want to skip ahead to the full-length book about Emma and the man she will decide to marry.

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Web Log for 2.9.26

Just two quick links...

Education 

He's doing it for the wrong reasons but, if children really are "gifted and talented," bleep are they doing in public schools anyway?


Marketing 

Funnily enough this highly skewed definition of "favorite stores" really rates stores based on their having features nobody I personally know even wants.

Shiny-New Book Review: Grumpy Contractor Next Door

Title: Grumpy Contractor Next Door

Author: Josie Frost

Date: February 10, 2026

Quote: "That answer is somehow worse than grumpy. It's careful."

Was it the popularity of Grumpy Cat (said to be a mellow animal with grumpy-looking spots on its face) that made "grumpy" into what Harlequin calls a hook? 

Hooks are the elements in romance novels that attract certain readers: cowboys or European aristocrats, country inns or bookstores or bakeries, Texas or a Greek island or a New England village. "Grumpy" is definitely a hook featured in the titles of many romances these days, but more often than not it doesn't mean grumpy. Often it means quiet, calm, thinking before the character acts.

That's why a set of romance readers deeply love the "grumpy" characters, I'm sure. I don't think it's a good thing. I think "grumpy" ought to mean grumpy, actively discontented, intentionally discouraging, quick to anger, the sort of sore-headed personality that can be considered attractive only when it's the way very immature people react to the anxiety of feeling that they like someone more than the person likes them. I also think that the consummation of a "grumpy" romance ought to be that the character stops saying he hates all girls, or agrees to go to the prom. Characters who really are grumpy have, at best, a long way to go toward being fit for anyone to wed or even bed.

Fortunately Grumpy Contractor Next Door is one of those novels where neither of the characters is grumpy at all. Both are quiet. They're quiet because they're serious people who don't want to rush into relationships--the sort of steady, responsible, reliable introverts so many readers would love to meet. 

Less fortunately, they see themselves through that awful extrovert lens that makes so many introverts feel that we're supposed to be grumpier or more panic-prone, or something, than we really are. It does not take some terrible trauma to make nice people quiet, serious, and responsible. 

In this novel Jack and Lily have left the same city, and come to the same small town to make a fresh start, because each of them had a terrible trauma on their "big career-type" jobs. Neither is in any hurry to tell the reader what the jobs were but, when they do, their confessions to each other will give them opportunities to impress each other. Meanwhile she manages the town's inn and he does the town's handyman work, and it's hard for them to believe how well liked they are. He's decided to stay in Willow Harbor first; he wants to make sure she's decided to stay, for her own reasons, before making any commitment to become another reason for her to stay.

It's a sweet romance about lovable characters so you know how it will end. The question is whether the conversations work for you. They work for me. We may still be a few years away from admitting, as a society, that people like Jack and Lily take their time getting acquainted because they want to take their time, but at least their terrible trauma is easily resolved and they stay quiet, serious, and responsible even through the happy ending of the book.