Monday, April 6, 2026

Web Log Weekender for 4.3-5.26

Happy Monday, Gentle Readers.


I hope nobody saw that on the breakfast table this morning. I found it at Golch Central; Lens traces it to Steampunk Mildura on Pinterest.

Amazon 

When we started, this web site had Amazon affiliate links. There were years when Amazon generated its own ads, which I thought tended to be annoying and irrelevant. There were years when Amazon used "i-frame" coding, which were so intrusive the resulting links were banned by law in some States, so I didn't even see the Amazon links. There were years when I was dutifully choosing an Amazon ad for each post and readers weren't buying that exact product, so even when readers clicked through, they were finding a better price on that specific day and I wasn't getting any money. Amazon's policy was to pay affiliates whenever we'd raised $100 worth of commissions. One fine day in 2020, when everybody needed the money and Amazon owed a lot of people, like me, $30 or so, Amazon just dumped the whole affiliate program and broke our links in order to avoid paying us.

We need laws. With teeth in them. We need laws to the effect that if people are earning thousands of dollars online, they can wait for paperwork to be processed, but if midday on Friday finds you owing $30 or $3 or $0.03 to some very small online business, YOU WILL PAY THAT DEBT ON THAT FRIDAY IF YOU WANT YOUR BUSINESS TO OPEN ON THE MONDAY. So many people have been cheated out of so many amounts of money that seem too small to be worth a lawsuit...it shouldn't take a lawsuit. Private content, like e-mail, should be kept private. Accounts payable should not be private. Businesses should have to pay their accounts payable to anyone who's working for less than $100 a week, to get access to their accounts receivable. 

But meanwhile, though most of my e-friends who used to be Amazon affiliates just aren't any more, Joe Jackson is still an Amazon affiliate. So, if you're shopping on Amazon, please go to 


and click on an Amazon ad. Any Amazon ad, though if you scroll around you might find something you want to buy. Apparently they now track which affiliated steered you to Amazon, so if you just buy what you intended to buy regardless of what JJ put in the link, he gets a commission. As so many of us never did. At least you can make Amazon pay some of their affiliates.

Animals 

English moths, including a Hebrew Character: 


This poem refers directly to the old belief that departed souls took the forms of moths or butterflies--the ones flitting happily about in the sunshine being blessed souls on the way to Heaven, the ones that seemed to want to fly into candles being lost souls on the way to eternal flames. The Hebrew Character moth was named later, by scientists, for the markings on its wings...but the poem makes an uneasy  indirect reference to the oppressive way Christian monarchs used to interfere with Jews' owning land and settling in one particular country for many generations, too. Even in the US people who had read little European history used to say, and may still say, that someone is "just wandering about like a lost soul." 


Comma butterfly: 


What do you think? Do the verses here need a verse about the butterflies called Commas? (Different species in this genus are found all over the Northern Hemisphere. Canada has a half-dozen kinds of Commas, some of which sometimes venture into the northern and mountainous States. When scientists say "Comma," in English, they're talking about the Eurasian species photographed at Kim M. Russell's post, but when they say "Polygonia comma," in Latin, they're talking about the North American species called the Eastern Comma in English--are we confused yet? Then there's the species in the genus with which more of the United States are more familiar, which have larger comma-shaped markings and are known as Question Marks. I am not making this up.) Should this whole subject wait till our butterfly series gets to the Commas?



Photo of an Eastern Comma from Wikipedia. In this picture you need to know where to look for the comma-shaped mark (middle of the hind wings, between the darker brown spots). In bright light the comma iridesces bright silver-white. The upper wings, often visible as the butterfly fans them out while at rest, are bright orange with brown spots, similar to the British butterfly flaunting its colors at Kim M. Russell's post.

Careers 

When The Nephews were small, some of them used to walk with me to a Wal-Mart store that sold kid-size T-shirts with the message (complete with cartoon graphic) "Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider." Funny...and true, considering that girls tend to do better in elementary school and be more interested in college...but, considering the main interest of most people in the 18-25 age bracket, not a very good advertisement for college is it? Given a choice, most girls prefer to go to colleges that also admit boys. The social life people rave over requires a reasonably even mix of male and female students. So there we are. 

So, how to pay for college? Getting in and staying in should be no problem for The Nephews. You do have to spend more time studying than you did in high school. The studying is easy. Paying all those inflated fees is the part that may kill you. You need a grown-up job to pay for the courses you're taking to qualify for your grown-up career. It's not fair, it's not right, and it's not necessary, but here's a way some clever lads cope:


They travel around the country in all kinds of weather, ford floods and fend off fanged beasts and hack your way through jungles and have all kinds of adventures...turning people on. Everybody loves a lineman. It takes relatively little training (3 to 6 months of trade school, then a few years' work as an apprentice paid only about $25 per hour), and they're earning enough to pay for college. 

Fashion 

Whatever you think of her politics, her accent, her taste in men, her past, and/or the fact that when she's been dead three days she'll still look better than most of us...this rainy Easter, Melania Trump makes a trench coat a fashion statement.


Found on the Mirror. Lens thinks IMDB posted the photo first.  

History 

One of the misperceptions about people who write about living with animal companions can be traced directly to our own writing. We do know fellow humans. Our social lives do include humans as well as animals. Some of us even live with mates and young. But in order to live with or even talk with people who see that we live with computers, we've all promised, "I'll never write about you." 

So let's just say that I spent part of the holiday weekend among humans. (Away from the cats. "When I get home," I worried to another human, "the young tomcat will probably be like 'I'm staaaarving! Where have you been?!' The grandmother cat will be like 'Have we met?' And that little lost-and-found cat may be lost again." When I got home, the cats had killed at least two mice and a squirrel on the doorstep, and didn't try to pretend they'd been hungry. Serena did, still, give me the "Have we met?" attitude.) 

I watched the breaking of day on the Easter Sunday morning. 

I watched a game of basketball played the way people dream of playing basketball, only in real life, by the Michigan Wolverines.

And I watched a fictional TV drama in which the doctor in a frontier town rents out his practice to a visiting doctor from Back East in order to leave town for a vacation. On the way into town, the visiting doctor passes through a settlement of poor people where a baby is about to be born. Delivering the baby, the doctor also finds time to care for the older child's dog, who is having puppies. "Three healthy babies, one human," the doctor laughs, are born but two is not a very healthy number of puppies and they don't stay healthy long. "It could be a lot of things," the doctor says, "even...the plague." Both doctors look at each other, declare a state of quarantine, and take well-off patients from town into the settlement, where they die. It really is bubonic plague! The visiting doctor dies! But they've contained the disease, so the regular doctor will be back at his regular work, and the town will be back to business as usual, next week!

I said to myself, "Could anything like that possibly have happened? Louis L'Amour took a lot of his plots from old news reports, but that story just doesn't sound like one of them. An outbreak of bubonic plague could hardly have been contained in a week!"

I Googled. I found this:


There were no reports of bubonic plague in North America in the nineteenth century but there was an outbreak in 1904. It was not contained in a week, nor in a year.

In theory bubonic plague can be spread by cats as well as by dogs and humans; it's transmitted primarily by rat fleas, who can't live on other animals' blood but do not necessarily know this, but it can be carried by dog, cat, or human fleas too. In fact, once the disease gets going, cats are horribly vulnerable. But in practice, communities that have healthy free-range cats have tended to survive the plague, because the disease develops in dense rat populations.

War 

The position of this web site is that war is never a good thing. War is something only males ever want, which is sufficient evidence of the inferiority of males. But people who hope Iran wins this one...are not Americans. I don't know whose child or grandchild they want the Iranians to kill. Nor do I care. I want them packed up and set out in Iran. They get to tell the Iranian government whose side they are on and that the United States does not particularly care whether they live or die, but is not taking them back. Iranians are Muslims. Muslims value loyalty. So these pro-Iranian ex-Americans will probably get killed and buried in some ritually demeaning way. They'll never be missed. 


Lens traces the graphic to a F******k group called Soldiers' Angels. General MacArthur's words are the important part of it.

Support our troops. Support bringing them home to peace and victory. If you don't support them, go to Iran.

New Book Review: Murder Mystery and a Very Good Boy

Title: Murder Mystery and a Very Good Boy

Author: A.P. Wells

Date: 2026

Quote: "She skidded her way over to the runaway truck ramp and came to a slow, jolting halt in the snow."

Driving through mountains in winter, Hazel skids right into a murder mystery. Well, not so much of a mystery as a damsel-in-distress thriller. The only serious suspect identifies himself as an antagonist right away. The purpose of this short "prequel" novel is mainly to introduce Hazel and show how, although she hasn't thought she was in a position to own a pet, she becomes the owner of the murder victim's dog. The dog makes both harmful and helpful contributions to the story. You'll like him.

And as usual with Book Funnel books, if you like the first e-book, there's a series. This is Volume 0.5. Hazel was on her way to Volume 1 when the car broke down. There will be more.

Butterfly of the Week: Blue Triangle or Common Bluebottle

Last week's butterfly was one of the least known Graphiums; this week's has been called the most familiar Graphium in southern Asia and Australia. They don't look alike, but are close enough to deceive the uninformed. (That is: if people who try to buy Graphium sandawanum bodies online, which is illegal, get anything that remotely resembles G. sandawanum, they are likely to get G. sarpedon.) The Blue Triangle or Common Bluebottle is well known from Australia to India and on the islands in between. If you have limited memory, this post may crash your browser due to its length and number of pictures.

This popular butterfly's genome has been mapped--in the US, where it doesn't live.



Photo by Sarab Seth. As in many Swallowtail species, the males crave mineral salts and gather on wet sand to sip brackish water. Some males are true composters who also drink the liquids from fresh dung and carrion; most of this species get adequate minerals from seawater on beaches. Generous quantities of minerals in their diet prepare them to mate, during which process the male transfers minerals to the female, who absorbs them from contact with the male and so normally gets all the minerals she needs without having to drink anything but sweet nectar and clear water. Males "eat" nectar and drink clear water too.


Photo by SL_Liew, March, Singapore. They'll hang out with other Graphiums...


...or with smaller species; they're not snobs. Photo by Geechartier, November, Cambodia.

This Indian video, though short, seems to pack a solid message about the butterfly's status. Even a butterfly that is "in the top position" on lists of butterflies has an ambivalent status in some Indian and Asian cultures. Butterflies can be seen as souls that deserved to come back as composter animals and be eaten by birds. This butterfly is clearly a composter, an attendant to the cow, who is seen as the embodiment of giving. The butterfly may not yet have become an admirable soul, yet it has its place in the scheme of things. 


Like many Swallowtail species this one gets its scientific name from a character, or several characters, in literature. The name seems to have meant "one in the top position" and been given as a title before it was used as a name. Apparently one Sarpedon was a defeated contender for the throne of Crete. He may or may not be the same one who, according to another story, lost a fight with another warrior over a teenaged boy with whom both men were infatuated. Probably a different Sarpedon was a warrior prince in the Iliad, where he's called the son of Zeus. Other sources say the one who fought in the Trojan War was a grandson of the one who was a son of Zeus. Greek and Roman Pagans sometimes used this kind of phrase as a metaphor, describing any man with some outstanding quality. (When the Roman soldier observed that Jesus "was the son of a god" he was not confessing that he'd converted to Judaism or Christianity--yet; he probably meant what a person of Irish descent would have called "a man you don't meet every day.") Any of these legendary men may have been worshipped as a god, though his name came from a title given to local deities and their temples; there were temples of Apollo Sarpedonios and Artemis Sarpedonia. 

Though butterflies are hardly warriors, Graphium sarpedon can fairly be placed "in the top position" on several lists of butterfly species. Most widespread. Strongest survivor. Most widely loved. Most often photographed at social media sites. Most tolerated by humans even though, at all stages of life, it may feed on plants humans cultivate.

As an index of its popularity we find, just for example, that although it's not found in French-speaking countries it has a French name, le voilier bleu

This butterfly can legally be killed and sold as a collector's item, or even a decorative item preserved in resin, and it is. Commercial links for Graphium sarpedon also show it featuring in posters and even jigsaw puzzles. It has been celebrated on postage stamps:


At the time of writing, about a month before publication, this unseparated pair of stamps was up for sale on Ebay (US$8.89). The link, probably no longer working, was https://www.ebay.com/itm/375997635851 .

Perhaps the most appealing commercial exploitation of this butterfly that I found was that it's featured in a bird-oriented infomercial article about a series of cameras that are being advertised:


Photo by Libor Vaicenbacher, zooming in on a normal image of Graphium sarpedon for the article: 


From the butterflies' point of view, the most ominous potential exploitation was the hint that their peculiar blue-green pigment might be used in chemical tests for counterfeit money:


Matdona0 discovered, while chasing a Graphium sarpedon for this video, that butterfly chasing can be a hazardous sport. Well, yes...as we've discussed earlier, the multicaudate Bhutanitis swallowtails of the Himalayas are said to have "blood on their wings" because people chasing them fell down cliffs... Humans are not built to chase butterflies. We are built to psych them out. We learn where to find the ones we want to photograph. We settle, however reluctantly, for pictures of male butterflies at their puddle parties until someone finds a way to document the life cycle in a garden.


Many subspecies and a few variant forms have been recognized: 

Graphium sarpedon adonarensis

Adonara and a few other small islands. This subspecies has only recently been recognized, has not yet been recognized by all sources, and is little known. Could you find Adonara on a map? I couldn't either, but people live there, so let's learn something. Adonara is one of three small islands east of Flores, in Indonesia, that are sometimes called the Solor Archipelago (Solor is the southernmost of these islands and Lembata is the other one). Adonara is a volcanic island whose central volcano is still considered active. Though it used to be nicknamed the Island of Murderers, it now welcomes tourists. According to NASA you can see Adonara and its volcano, Ile Boleng, from space. Both the indigenous people and the indigenous Graphium sarpedon consider themselves just noticeably different from the rest of their species.

Graphium sarpedon agusyantoei

Sumatra island. Only one source mentioned in passing that this subspecies name exists. It sounds like a local place name.

Graphium sarpedon cellamaculosa

India. "Graphium sarpedon with a spot in the cell." Found often enough to be named, but believed to be an aberrant form rather than a true subspecies, this butterfly has a small white spot in the dark area toward the foremost edge of the fore wing. Discussed in a short paper that's been published online as a free PDF:


Graphium sarpedon choredon 

Eastern Australia. Also listed as G. anthedon choredon and as Graphium choredon, a separate species. The name may mean "separate" and refer to the butterflies' separating themselves from the other Graphiums they resemble. Australians include them as Blue Triangles. This web site considered them separately at https://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2024/12/butterfly-of-week-blue-triangle.html/. Rothschild said that the difference is that choredon have broader fore wings and shorter hind wings than sarpedon but gave no firm rule for measuring the proportions and classifying an individual butterfly as one species or the other. 

Graphium sarpedon connectens 

China, Taiwan. The name means "connecting, linking, joining together" in Latin. In this video by David Tai, some connectens share a puddle with Graphium doson postianus



Photo by Hsburgman, October, Taiwan.

Graphium sarpedon colus

Palawan and Balabac islands in the Philippines.

Graphium/Papilio sarpedon dodingensis

Northern Molucca islands. Rothschild said it was distinguished by having a narrower bluish band across the upper wings and an extra red spot on the hind wings. Nobody else seems to have noticed this. Or they may have identified it with Graphium milon and/or monticolus as distinct species.

Graphium sarpedon impar 

The island of New Georgia in the Solomons. Rothschild and some other sources accept this as a subspecies, resembling isander but always having an extra white spot and usually having more red on its hind wings.

Graphium sarpedon imparilis 

New Britain and a few other small islands. Rothschild included this one as a subspecies; few later sources have done. Its dark sections are darker than other subspecies and it is more likely to have a white or blue-green spot in one, but only one, of three positions, which Rothschild described in https://archive.org/details/novitateszoologi02lond/page/443/mode/1up . All recognizable specimens of this color pattern that Rothschild saw were male. 

Graphium sarpedon isander 

Guadalcanal and other islands. The name is derived from Greek isos, "equal," and ander, "man," and generally translated as "defender, liberator," one who restores the equal status of an oppressed group of people. In Greek it appears as a short form of Alexander and commemorates one of the greatest warlords in human history. Hailing Alexander as a liberator from a previous monarch nobody liked is standard practice for defeated nations, but the fact really was that Alexander was too busy proving he could defeat other warlords to hang around oppressing private citizens. He did very little actual ruling. So in a sense he really did liberate and equalize people...and he was loved.

Nobody seems to have photographed this subspecies. Rothschild described its distinguishing feature as having the spots of light color slightly out of line, rather than blending together to form a continuous even band across fore and hind wings. Some individuals also have spots at the outer edges of the fore wings, as well as the hind wings.

Graphium sarpedon islander 

Vietnam. Since Vietnam's territory does not include and has not historically included significant islands, this is probably a misreading of isander. The butterflies are found on little Con Son island (among other subspecies); they are also found on the mainland. Some sources use isander and islander as synonyms. However, some respectable sources favor islander as the spelling. See isander.

Some lovely, clear photos of Graphium sarpedon in Vietnam are at 


Graphium sarpedon jugans / kawaimitsuoi

Sumba and perhaps nearby small islands. Rothschild recognized this rare, smaller butterfly as smaller, with shorter hind wings and a slightly different tail end, and more likely to have an extra greenish spot on the fore wings, than nearby sarpedon. Since his time most writers seem to have ignored this rarity or considered it as an aberrant form, but some persist in recognizing it, sometimes as a whole separate species since the different shape of the tail end would at least encourage individuals to mate with one another rather than breeding back into sarpedon. It is sometimes listed as Graphium jugans kawaimitsuoi.

Graphium sarpedon luctatius 

Malaysia, Singapore, Cambodia, Nepal, Sikkim, Myanmar, Yunnan, Thailand, Vietnam, Borneo, sometimes even Australia. Most of Inaturalist's photos of this species come from Singapore. The name may be a mistake for Lucretius or Lutatius, both of which were the names of real people in Roman history. Several photos in this article show G.s. luctatius but you might also enjoy watching a short video by Paul Hampton of a lone male luctatius flitting and sipping at wet sand, available as a sort of promotion for Shutterstock: 


Aberrant individuals in Thailand show both albinism and failure to develop the blue patches at all:


Graphium sarpedon lycianus 

This may be an older name; no information about where the subspecies was found appeared at the site where the name was listed. The name plays on words. Some of the Greek mythological characters called Sarpedon lived, at least for part of their lives, in a place called Lycia.

Graphium sarpedon messogis 

Indonesia, Solomon Islands, New Guinea. In Greek literature Messogis was a place.

Graphium sarpedon milon 

Sulawesi island. Scientists debate whether to count this as a subspecies of G. sarpedon, or of G. anthedon, or as a separate species. This web site discussed it at https://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2025/11/butterfly-of-week-milons-graphium.html.


Photo by Luis Miguel Bugallo Sanchez for Wikimedia Commons.

Males in this species, or group of species, have "scent folds" of long hairs that hold the insects' special scent. When courting females they flap about with their wings spread wide and these hairs forming a sort of halo behind them, as documented in the photo by Garry Sankowsky of Queensland, at


The breeze carries the male's scent to the female. Humans describe it as vaguely "unpleasant," though not so overpowering that everyone who watches these butterflies mentions having noticed a scent, but presumably to the female of the species it smells tolerable. At least she knows whether the creatire flapping around her is the right kind of butterfly to ensure the optimal hatch rate for her eggs. Female Swallowtails usually seem to be in a hurry to get their eggs ripened and laid as fast as possible--they could usually stand to lose a few unflattering milligrams--so if the male is the right kind they'll probably mate.

Graphium sarpedon monticolus 

Or G. anthedon monticolus, or just Graphium monticolus. Also Sulawesi and other islands, Indonesia's Lore Lindu park. The name is also found as monticola or monticolum. It means "of the little hills"; this butterfly frequents low hills, while milon favors flat land and beaches. For a butterfly that's easily found on islands with relatively high human populations, this one is remarkably obscure. Almost nothing is known about its habits or life cycle, or whether it's a true species, a subspecies, or a variant population.

Graphium sarpedon morius

Japan. In this case morius probably refers to a place name such as Mori-machi or the Mori Museum.


Photo by Li17kw, May, Japan. 

Graphium sarpedon nipponum 

Japan. Nipponum means "from Japan." Some authors spell the subspecies name nipponus, a quibble about Latin grammar, or nipporum, a mistake.


Photo by Norio_Nomura, September, Japan.

Graphium sarpedon pagus

Philippines. Pagus means "rural, of the fields." 


Photo by Astronorm, September, Baguio (Philippines).

Graphium sarpedon parsedon

Sunda islands. Rothschild described this subspecies as having the band of color as broad as G.s. sarpedon and the tails even longer than G.s. teredon. He later wrote that he no longer thought it was a distinct subspecies, but just a freshly emerged sarpedon whose hind wings had not fully expanded. Apparently the little points among the scallops at the corners of the hind wings expand first and the rest of the wings fill in later as the butterflies unfold their new wings.

Graphium sarpedon phyris

Sipora and Siberut. Described only by Jordan, 1937. He said it had narrower and more bluish-colored green bands above and bigger red spots below. Subsequent writers seem to have either ignored this rare variation or deemed it insignificant. 

Graphium sarpedon punctata 

India. "Graphium sarpedon with a point or mark." This one has a small black spot in the pale area of the forewing. It's also common enough to be named but not common enough to be considered a subspecies; it's just a variant form. Discussed at 


Graphium sarpedon rufocellularis

"Graphium sarpedon with a red cell." Fruhstorfer described this variation only in German and didn't say where he'd found it. More recent writers seem to have ignored it.

Graphium sarpedon rufofervidus 

Nias island. Described only by Fruhstorfer and only in German. "Graphium sarpedon warm red."

Graphium sarpedon sarpedon 

India, SriLanka.


Photo by Sandipoutsider for Wikipedia.

Graphium sarpedon sarpedonides 

Japan, but sources that list this name list it with a question mark, as if uncertain whether it is still used or ought to be. Sarpedonides means "Sarpedon's son."

Graphium sarpedon semifasciatus 

China. The name means "half-banded." The distinguishing feature is that the band of light color is short or missing on the hind wings. They looked to the old naturalists like a different species--except that they mix freely with other sarpedon


Graphium sarpedon sirkari

Described and proposed as a subspecies only in 2013. Sirkari presumably means "from Sirkar," but the description I saw did not specify a location.

Graphium sarpedon teredon

India, Sri Lanka. In ancient literature Teredon was a place, thought to be in what became Kuwait. Some list Graphium teredon as a separate species. Rothschild describes its distinction as consisting of having a narrower band of blue-green, with the foremost spot on the fore wings sometimes missing and sometimes replaced by a stray white spot at the front of the fore wings. It also comes closer than other closely related species and subspecies do to having real tails on its hind wings. 


Photo by Vinayaraj for Wikipedia.

Graphium sarpedon timorensis 

Timor and Wetter island. Rothschild described this one as having different proportions of spots on the fore wings, the front spots being bigger and the ones further back narrower, producing more of an even stripe. It also comes close to having real "swallow tails." The spots on the underwings are also slightly different, and, finally, Rothschild said, the shape of the last segment on the body is different. Mercifully for readers, his editors wouldn't give him space for a drawing of the butterfly's back end.

Graphium sarpedon toxopei

Yet another name that appears on one list with no explanation of where the subspecies is found or when or why it was named.

Graphium sarpedon wetterensis 

Indonesia and other islands, including Wetter Island. 

Finally, Funet.fi, the source on which I usually rely to make sense of subspecies names, lists several subspecies names that were used when the species was called Papilio sarpedon. Matsumura, writing in 1929, gave Japanese names to some variant forms for which other writers have ignored either the Japanese subspecies names or the whole pattern of variation. Fruhstorfer used subspecies names corycus, melas, and temnus, which have also been generally ignored.

Since this species seems unlikely to be endangered, it's been studied--in the sense of dissected--by many researchers for many reasons. Its proportionately huge eyes, for instance, are believed to contain fifteen different kinds of photoreceptor cells analogous to the three kinds of "cone" cells in most human eyes. It probably sees a lot of things humans either don't see, or don't see as different from one another. Variations in the iridescence and reflectivity of its wings may have meaning for this butterfly that humans have no way to recognize. It seems to be able to see ultraviolet, violet, three shades of blue, blue-green, four shades of green, and five shades of red as primary colors. Since most humans can see secondary colors well enough for practical purposes, why do the butterflies need to see them as primary colors? Nature can be extravagant. Some think the butterflies' extra color receptors see movement or shading better than human eyes do, in the way that "tetrachromatic" eyes seem to work for a minority of humans, but humans really have no way to know.

The blue colors seen in most birds' and butterflies' wings are iridescent effects; the color in Blue Triangles' wings is variable because of iridescent effects, but the wings always look blue because they contain a blue pigment called sarpedobilin. The pigmented wing scales on the upper wing surface are described, by those who've examined them under a microscope, as "bristles" and the smoother, more reflective, clear scales directly below them are described as "glassy." 


The National Institute of Health stores butterfly research on the chance that some biochemical found in a butterfly will be used in medicine, and in fact Graphium sarpedon is used to make some homeopathic remedies. The best thing that can be said for most homeopathic remedies is that, when used in proper homeopathic doses, they're not known to be harmful, and this apparently seems to be the case with remedies derived from Graphium sarpedon. Swallowtail butterflies are toxic if consumed internally but this species seems to be less toxic than the ones that live on Aristolochia vines.

They like a variety of white, pink, red, yellow, orange, and even bright blue-violet flowers, all with rather small shallow blossoms because, as butterflies go, they have relatively short tongues.


Photo by Plaintiger, May, Singapore.

Some of them seem to be attracted to anything bright blue or blue-green.


Photo by Davis1003, January, Taiwan. When they are chased around their favorite forests, when the butterflies naturally prefer to fly about the level of trees' blossoms anyway, these butterflies seem almost impossible to photograph. Those who snap unusual photos let the butterflies come to them.

These Swallowtails are known for their "skipping" flight. Their relatively fubsy faces, with short knobbed antennae, short tongues, and big eyes, are also reminiscent of the lowly, amusing Skipper butterfly family. 

Males and females may look alike (at least to humans), except that young females are full of eggs, or females may be just slightly paler. Wingspans vary from 3 to 4 inches--a little bigger than the largest butterflies found in most of the United States, not a lot, not necessarily bigger than our Monarchs, Dianas, or Giant Swallowtails. Females' wings tend to span about a quarter-inch wider than males' but subspecies, diet, and season also influence these butterflies' size. 

The life cycle of this butterfly is tidily documented at 


...but I have fair-use photos of each stage of its cycle, so why steer you off site?


Photo by Donnamd, July, Taiwan.


Photo by Bluebottle77, December, Singapore. This butterfly places her egg at the tip of the growing stalk where the caterpillar can hatch onto a fresh, tender leaf, though some other butterflies photographed at Inaturalist weren't so particular. Both males and females are attracted to the nectar of flowers on the plants their caterpillars can eat, but females are more strongly attracted to their host plants' aromatic leaves.


Photo by Creek_Chen, September, Taiwan.

Their favorite food plants are cinnamon trees (genus Cinnamomum); they also like Asian laurels (genus Litsea) and can eat several other plants and trees: Alseodaphne semecarpefolia, Polyalthia longifolia, Michelia doltospa, Miliusa tomentosa, Persea macrantha. In Singapore they are also said to eat Lindera lucida and Neolitsea zeylonica, and in Australia some species in the genus Clerodendrum. Like the other Swallowtails they never become a real pest, but the caterpillars are ugly enough that some people consider them a nuisance. In fact, in Brisbane one species of Cinnamomum is considered a non-native weed, and if anything, more sophisticated gardeners and farmers may wish Graphium sarpedon would deviate from the norm for Swallowtails and kill its host plant. (It doesn't.)

Additional food plants sometimes used by both caterpillars and adults are listed at 


Early stage caterpillars are little dark brown things with harmless stiff bristles that have to make them harder for predators to swallow. (Hatchlings are often lighter brown, darkening as they grow.) They are somewhat slug-shaped and are conspicuously "sluggish" at all stages.


Photo by Caligin, October, Singapore. The photo is blurry because at this stage the caterpillar is about a quarter-inch long.


Photo by Takuyatamura, May, Japan. A brown or black color may be better camouflage than green on the new leaves the baby caterpillar eats.


Photo by Nbasargin, December, Singapore. (A different year. Tropical caterpillars change skins in less than a week.) Plenty of melanin left in his skin but, at this picklelike phase, the chlorophyll in his diet is starting to show.


Photo by Tiwane, January, Singapore. Now the caterpillar is well camouflaged.


Photo by Geechartier, June, Cambodia. Predators may think any of four pairs of spots on the forward section are eyes. The working eyes are on the underside, facing the leaf. In its last caterpillar skin, with the bristles replaced by dots of color, the insect may be almost two inches long.


Photo by Buxiaotiao, October, China. All known Swallowtail caterpillars have a humped back that stores a damp, fleshy, erectile appendage called the osmeterium, or stink horns. Some species pop out their "horns" easily, some only when they feel very stressed. This one is rolling sidewise, imitating a snake whose forked "tongue" is sensing the best place to bite. It has no real defense except for being unpalatable and indigestible to most other animals; it's bluffing. Fortunately, so was Buxiaotiao, who posted this photo to Inaturalist as part of a series showing that person was rearing the caterpillar as a science project.


Butterfly pupae don't move much but they do wriggle out of their abandoned caterpillar skins. Photo by Bobohog, November, China.


Photo by Klearad, August, Singapore. The pupa is stuck to the underside of the leaf.


Photo by Ziki_Eschsbp, October, Malaysia. 


Photo by Zii_Eschsbp, October, Malaysia. The whole process from egg to adult takes about a month, 28 to 32 days, and seems to be going on somewhere during every month of the year.

Sunday, April 5, 2026

Sunday Book Review: The Crux of Salvation

Title: The Crux of Salvation 

Author: Michelle Warren

Date: 2016, 2018

Quote: "You are my brother. Shine the Light! Carry the cost."

For young Alex Kensington, to whom Joshua Davidson seems to be saying these words at the beginning of this novel, we must imagine the words feel a bit like coals of fire on his head. Though bright and diligent enough to finish a four-year degree in two years, Alex was the feeble little boy whose father, who was channelling the Evil Principle at the time, used him to recruit his best school friend into a satanic cult on whose behalf she would then help to kill her brother's friend, Joshua. Now his friend Selena is, apparently, dead. She died to protect him from his father--to stop his father torturing and killing other people. Alex can hardly feel much like the brother and heir to a religious teacher who healed people's bodies and minds. He's studying law, not medicine. 

But Joshua is the hypothetical Christian who's been allowed to channel the spirit of Christ so fully that he can revive people who appear to be dead...including himself.  In this novel most of Joshua's friends will appear to have died. 

And have they "died, been taken to Heaven, and lived happily ever after"? Maybe. The story is ambiguous. Nobody has ever doubted that part of Heaven has to look just like New Zealand. Maybe even the cities.

The year is 2032. Queen Elizabeth II, now 106 years old, is still on the throne in England. New Zealand still has a Socialist Party, which has "reorganized" and repudiated its former leader, Eric Kensington, who was also the leader of a Satanist cult. Prime Minister Mark Blake's opposition to the Socialist Party leader, James Connor, is strictly political and seems mostly pro forma. (Nobody in this trilogy has said much about the civil rights and liberties of the individual, because New Zealand is still at the stage of democracy where people take those for granted. Nobody has, for example, set up policies to ensure that Alex can't finish a four-year degree at age eighteen, such as we have in the United States.) Rachel Connor, still married and now a "specialist" doctor, still has motherly feelings toward young Tristan Blake and even younger Alex Kensington. Alex is still new to being a Christian and not very good at it; he testifies in religious meetings, sometimes, and then again he channels Evil sometimes. And the Evil Principle, having created unrest in New Zealand, has gone on to stir up old conflicts--the United States and Russia are at war. That tsunami Joshua Davidson warned everyone about will come when they start mucking about with bombs.

There is, Alex tells a crowd, an alternative to retaliation. Spiritual life is stronger than death! New Zealand doesn't have to track down and kill the terrorists who have added to the chaos. The United States doesn't have to drop a retaliatory bomb on Russia...

I don't see the alternative of national nonresistance ever being seriously discussed in the United States. We have a minority of Christians who believe that individual nonresistance is what Christ has called them to practice, a majority who believe that violent criminals have no real right or reason to live, though we've compromised on life imprisonment. Non-Christians have no reason other than loyalty to the enemy country, or mere cowardice, to consider national nonresistance to an act of war. Much as people living on the Pacific islands, including New Zealand, that might easily be destroyed by a war between Russia and the United States, wish we could consider the option of nonresistance and martyrdom, as a nation we probably never will.

What is possible is that each generation of Russians and Americans grows up, a critical mass of Christians in each country will choose not to start dropping bombs. For that I think we can reasonably hope. 

And so, on this most important religious holiday in all the Christian world, I pray. 

Friday, April 3, 2026

Bad Poetry: April Is the Kindest Month

For the Poets & Storytellers United, an extra poem celebrating what looks like my laptop's recovery from an attack earlier this week...


(Azalea. All photos from Google; for this one Google credits https://www.gardeningknowhow.com/ornamental/azalea/essential-spring-azalea-care )

"April is the kindest month. April gets you out of your head and out working in the garden."--Marty Rubin*


(Cherry blossoms: https://www.gardenia.net/genus/prunus-cherry-blossom-tree )

April is the kindest month
with all its showers and flowers:
It thaws the land, brings longer days
for tidying our bowers.


(Vinca minor: https://www.gardenia.net/guide/periwinkle-plant-care-and-growing-guide )

It's still not warm enough for real
agricultural toil;
no sweat, no blisters, no mosquitoes
garden's bliss to spoil.


(Forsythia: https://www.thetreecenter.com/lynwood-gold-forsythia/ }

It merrily skips from bloom to bloom,
warming more each day,
from daffodils through iris flowers
to rose blooms and May.


(Claytonia: Facebook)

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* Obviously this would be April on the Atlantic coasts of the US and UK. Some of the Poets & Storytellers post from India, Trinidad, Australia, and other places where April feels very different. It'll be fun to read their April poems. The next month's name is intentionally used ambiguously to include a favorite flower in England, or not, as the reader prefers.


(Dogwood: https://www.britannica.com/plant/dogwood )

Web Log for 4.2.26

Computer seems to be working again. It was connected, but it was not working normally, yesterday...

Animals 

Some possible problems to watch out for if buying chickens. It was news to Ashli-Meghan Eskeldson, so it might be news to other people out there...Yes, there are Youtube videos showing the difference between basic baby chicken chatter and the yips of baby chickens in less than perfect contentment. If you spend much time with chickens you'll learn to recognize sounds of real fear, pain, or anger, too. Contented baby chickens chatter most of the time. At least, when they are up and scampering about you can hear some of them cheeping away. It is likely that the "peep-peep-peep" and "peep" and "peep-peep" have some sort of meaning for chickens, that the babies are prattling some sort of language, though humans have never had any idea what that meaning or language might be.


Butterfly photos from Malaysia:


Art 

Approaching the major religious holiday in Christianity, some readers might want to see some recently unveiled Christian murals: 


Food 

Florida food-bullies poor people. (Not that some of them don't deserve it.) Once again, the approved food pile looks healthy: all those vegetables and milk baby-boomers were told to eat since childhood. But none of the vegetables in the pile is reliably available without a big load of glyphosate and/or other toxic chemicals. Because lettuce, cabbage, broccoli, and tomatoes are things people are likely to rinse off and eat raw out of hand--which is good for those who have no kitchens--the picture of the approved foods really needs a big "CAUTION" flag. Poor and even homeless people may eat them and like them, but their chemical contents are likely to make those people sick in a much more obvious way than any adverse effects the energy drinks and cupcakes may have had. Trouble is ahead.


Politics 

Some Ds just don't get it. No, swing voters don't want another White man in the White House. We've had plenty of those and could stand some improvement. What may be hard for these wretched Ds to wrap their minds around is this: What your candidate looks like matters less than what person does. How is the person's record on lowering taxes, reducing spending, paying off debts, respecting individuals' rights, and er um not being as awful at campaigning as Newsom, Harris, or Spanberger? What is the person's level of Glyphosate Awareness? How smoothly has person re-privatized "public-private partnerships"?

Good Friday's Book Review: The Price of Redemption

Title: The Price of Redemption

Author: Michelle Warren

Date: 2015, 2018

Quote: "Joshua is alive. I have seen him! I have touched him."

Joshua Davidson, the modern Christian who was allowed to do what Jesus did, took two bullets to each lung and one in the heart, and a "crown" that stuck poisoned needles into his scalp. He looked dead. He was buried. He was seen walking about a few days later, though not for long or by many people. Like Jesus of Nazareth. 

What you might not like about this trilogy is that Joshua seems to be a little too much like Jesus of Nazareth. Though we're all supposed to be doing what Jesus would have done if he'd been born in our time, with our bodies and our talents, the idea of anyone aspiring to copy the Resurrection and Transfiguration feels wrong to some Christians. We have to let that pass for the sake of the parable. (Or not.)

There's also the trendy use of "dark" to mean what young people don't want to admit is sin or evil. Some of the good characters in this trilogy belong to ethnic groups in which almost everyone has dark brown eyes. Their eyes are always described as brown, here. When a character in this trilogy has "dark eyes" the eye color is really blue, and the eyes are dilated, as Hitler's were by stimulant drugs, but in these books, apparently, by pure evil. Bah humbug. The position of this web site is that lack of moral enlightenment may be described as darkness in a non-judgmental way, but sinful, or evil, or even bad acts need to be described as sinful or evil or bad, not as "dark." Joshua's multiethnic eyes might be light brown but it would be surprising if Rau's or Eun Ae's eyes were not dark. And it's not a bad thing that they are. Readers who enjoy having dark eyes, as I do, have to pardon a lot of slurring about the way contact with the Evil Principle darkens the Blakes' baby-blues. They sometimes have dilated eyes.

Anyway, when Joshua was murdered, the crown with the poisoned needles was shoved down on his head by Selena Blake, the half-grown, otherwise innocent, daughter of the Prime Minister who ordered Tristan, as an army officer, to shoot Joshua. Selena's mockingly "crowning" Joshua "king" was not ordered by Mark Blake, though. Selena was the channel through which Blake was manipulated by a man his equal, Eric Kensington, leader of the Socialist Party. Kensington is not only a Socialist; in fact, as we meet him in this story, he's not even a Socialist. Socialists are otherwise normal human beings who do things that have horrible consequences because they believe Socialism can work for the benefit of their community or country. Most people who support the Church of Satan are basically normal human beings, with emotional issues, who often do themselves damage while they're just trying to flout the religion in which they grew up. Kensington has become a "true" Satanist, playing priest at "services" where people drink the real blood of living creatures they sacrifice to Satan. As Joshua was allowed to channel Jesus' ministry into a living body, Eric Kensington has been allowed to channel the Evil Principle into a living body. 

Eric Kensington has not acted alone. He reached Selena through a school friend, his son Alec, who serves Satan's cause because he's still young and small enough to be beaten and tortured. Through their children he hopes to gain control over Prime Minister Blake, although, immediately after Joshua's death, New Zealand has reached a level of chaos at which, according to their constitution, the Governor-General has taken over. 

This volume is the story of the confrontation between Blake and Kensington. It could be about civil liberties, but it's not. Blake has violated citizens' civil liberties by having the army kill Joshua. It's understood, too, that nobody objected to Kensington being a Socialist, if that had been enough to satisfy his greed. Ruinous taxes and an extravagant government are not quite the same as literally drinking people's blood.

The confrontation and those involved in it are very emotional. People hug and hit, brandish weapons, damage property. The point this part of the story is making is that even Judas and Caiaphas could have been saved by the redeeming love of God, but only through a sacrifice. A literal sacrifice. Since Joshua isn't dead, the characters' minds seem to crave and create another one. One of the children will die, or seem to die, to get that message through Kensington's thick head.

There's a sub-plot, or an additional element in the plot, concerning the medical students Rachel Connor and James Lester. They didn't know each other when they started their training at the hospital, and Rachel is married, but the way they work well together despite friendly rivalry and bickering, and something about their faces, convince Rachel that James is her long-lost brother. A more mundane issue--James's dipping into a patient's medication--causes them to act more like enemies than like siblings. How will Rachel, who is only just becoming a Christian through her admiration for Joshua (he rescued her from a boiling spring in volume one), deal with ordinary human sin? This plot interweaves with the main plot; these characters are all well acquainted with one another.

Despite scenes of joy this is a grim book. What Christians celebrate on "Good Friday" we believe to be a good thing, but the story as it really happened is much grimmer and gorier than this book--and this book is not for the squeamish.