Friday, November 13, 2026

Cellar Spider Revisited


Photo from Google

All summer cellar spider hung
in web across the desktop screen,
though web grew dusty, faithfully
patrolled where fungus gnats had been.

In web across the desktop screen
she did no harm, perhaps some good. 
Her smaller mate thrice came and went.
She left the office, placed each brood.

Though web grew dusty, faithfully
she monitored the host of gnats
that soiled the screen and pestered me.
Up to the morning of first frost

patrolled where fungus gnats had been.
Went out to lay eggs. Came not back.
A young one, legs two-thirds as long,
assumes her place, walks in her track.

Notes

Two prompts went into this exercise: https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/11/friday-writings-253-starting-from.html prompted participants to revisit or rewrite a previous poem, and  http://dversepoets.com/2026/11/12/mtb-returning-to-fours/ invited us to write in a form called the retourne. 

Retournes repeat whole lines, not rhymes, and don't have to have a rhyme scheme at all; this one insisted. The first three stanzas have imperfect rhymes, consonances, and the last stanza has a perfect rhyme. A poem is a retourne if it has four stanzas, four lines each, and if lines 2, 3, and 4 are repeated in the same order as lines 5, 9, and 13. Each line of a retourne has eight syllables.

A few weeks ago I wrote a longer poem in a more flexible form about the cellar spiders who took up residence in the office last summer. 


One reader commented that she didn't like spiders. That's unfortunate, especially because cellar spiders are completely harmless. Their litle feet don't even tickle in that way most humans loathe so much. They like to share our homes in order to protect us from real nuisance creatures--including some spiders that are bigger than they are!

Cellar spiders are delicate little things, most likely to survive in little-used corners of houses; their favorite food is the fungus gnats that help us, when young, by eating mold and mildew, and then annoy us, as adults, by flying into our faces. Cellar spiders are not able to bite or scratch humans. Not that they want to; they can't eat warm-blooded animals. They usually avoid contact but, if they do approach us, they're trying to protect us from pests. 

Cellar spiders are considered to belong to the same family as daddy-long-legs. In fact some people call them daddy-long-legs and call the big outdoor animals properly called that granddaddy-long-legs. Both species have relatively small bodies balanced on extremely long, thin legs and sometimes bounce or sway on their legs a bit. However, daddy-long-legs don't make webs, and cellar spiders do. The reason why cellar spiders are considered nuisances is that they can make great quantities of dusty, messy webs.

I was on the side of the cellar spider who spun a web from a reference book across about a third of the desktop computer screen, in hopes of catching gnats, which are attracted to light in the evening and leave little flyspecks on screens or windows. I enjoyed watching her slowly learn that she could not actually catch pixels, although she was fascinated by them, and learn to recognize the difference in the way pixels, gnats, and moths move. 

From time to time she entertained a cellar spider a bit smaller than she was. I don't know whether this was one faithful mate who came back to her, or three different ones; in any case he seemed to help remove very dusty threads and add new ones to her web, and each time they went off somewhere to be alone together for a day or so, then came back, but the male didn't stay long. Male body size was constant; the female's body expanded and contracted, presumably reflecting meals, or egg development and placement, or both.

One evening, while the resident cellar spider was not at her web, a tiny spiderling passed by, spinning a long thread from ceiling to floor, then disappearing...presumably heading for the cellar where it belonged.

The last day the cellar spider went out was the day before the first frost. Well, I didn't see frost at the Cat Sanctuary, but many people did; the next day counted as the day of the first frost. I looked for Mrs. Spider and haven't seen her since. Instead, the next day, her web was occupied by a spider who looks smaller than either Mr. Spider or Mrs. Spider was, but who already knows it can't eat pixels. Maybe the spiderling was lurking behind the baseboard, eating fungus gnats, and waiting to take over Mrs. Spider's web, all through the last weeks of this extended summer. 

I've seen that some of the narrow-waisted wasps, who are thought to be solitary, actually live as couples (though they are different sizes). Maybe the cellar spiders had some sort of family life, too. We used to think herons were solitary; now we know they like to live and travel in big noisy messy families, if they can. It doesn't take a lot of brain to have a sense of family. 

Cellar spiders lay several eggs in a little case. The case is smaller than humans would ever notice if not looking for it, though alarmingly large relative to the size of the spider. When the spiderlings hatch and unpack themselves there seems no way they could ever fit into the case. It seems big enough to hold one or two spiderlings once their legs unfold; it actually holds two or three dozen.  I don't know how long it takes spiders to reach their full size, whether the one now using Mrs. Spider's web hatched in October, or whether it will grow bigger than it currently is. 

The longer poem I'd written about the spiders, and shared with the Poets & Storytellers, I was told exceeded their word count limit. Poets & Storytellers came to say they liked it but then I was notified that the link couldn't stay on their site. Did I want to cut down that poem and repost it? I did not. I thought it'd be interesting to write a  shorter update reporting just how long Mrs. Spider stayed on the computer screen, and what became of her, about this time of year. So the prompt to revise and revisit came at a convenient time. 

Web Log for 11.12.26

Still sitting at the computer, working mostly offlline...for most of the day, until the "endless" offline task was finished. Color me chuffed. Extra-silly songs in the mix below to celebrate.

Climate Change 

We all heard that the reason why Greta Thunberg didn't have to go to school, during some of her demonstrations, was that she's neurodivergent enough to need one-to-one tutoring. I suppose it's true. People are posting a video (no link from here) showing her laughing at younger students' climate change demonstrations. Well, she's twenty-three, just a giggly growing girl still. It's not unusual for 23-year-olds to blush, giggle, or otherwise show embarrassment when reminded that they were once 16.

Actually, it's not all the unusual for 45-year-olds' parenting style to show embarrassment when they remember having once been 16...typically by the rules they set for their 16-year-olds. 

But yes, for Thunberg, climate change was her parents' issue. Now her sophisticated twenty-something friends are into hating Israel. That way real embarrassment lies. This web site hereby promises not to gloat when Thunberg starts wearing black sacks over her head and always siting behind the men. Well, not much, anyway.

Meanwhile, corporate interests have suddenly stopped funding climate change histrionics--because the corporate interests are drooling with greed over the leading cause of real climate change: those disgusting data centers from which they want to be able to steal the words out of your personal letters to weave into their next ad campaign. 

Local warming is real. If you don't enjoy being ten degrees or more hotter in town than you'd be in the surrounding country, or don't want your crops to fail as the climate on your farm heats up to or beyond the climate in the inner city, you need to take control of your online activity now. No flatphones. No computers without hard drives AND removable storage drives. No "AI" programs. Make sure any computer you use can be completely disconnected from the Internet without affecting your typing, calculating, looking at pictures or listening to music stored on your hard drive, etc. 

If you can't get anything but "cloud-based" devices in the stores, it really is time to pull back out of the Internet. No flatphones. No tablets. Demand real computers--with real, hard-wired, "cloud"-free printers!--or no computers at all. Older people may be able to help you build your own...or you might need to rediscover how office work, entertainment, and communication worked before 1980. If you don't remember, you may get to find out, anyway, why so many older people say those things were better before 1980.

We want to see technology go all the way to zero-impact before it expands across continents. We want a Constitutional amendment enumerating the right to privacy, and a federal law mandating the deportation of anybody who tries to start a "social credit system" like China's in the United States. We want the contents of our computers secured by their being made completely inaccessible to third parties, including Microsoft, Google, Amazon, Verizon, and even--in the absent of a warrant authorizing a search for evidence related to an actual crime--the FBI; so, any further "updates" can be made entirely at the companies' end of the wires and not allowed to interfere with our use of our computers. Without this kind of basic commonsense protection our favorite tools and toys can become weapons enemies use against us, and we want to keep such enemies out of our homes. 

We need local laws, backed by federal authority if necessary, that spell out: This little data center used extra electricity: this little data center shut down. This little data center polluted water: this little data center gets none. This little data center was used to spy on someone's private e-mail: now watch its owners crying "We-we-we...we never meant to...someone else was using our system..." as they're driven out of the US, and further, by crowds throwing stones and waving whips, all the way home.

Health

Why we all need to be our own naturopaths...


Found on the Mirror.

Music 

Brooks & Dunn.


Martin Mull.


Vince Giordano.


Randy Kaplan.


Second South Carolina String Band.


K/DA.



Miriam Rocke.


Charlie Drake.


Ray Stevens.



Lonnie Donegan.


Johann Sebastian Bach. Yes, I do like it when music links come in in their proper season.


Dionne Warwick.



Gordon Lightfoot. Other songs besides the one you've already heard on a radio somewhere today.



Book Review: Let's Make More Things

Title: Let's Make More Things

Author: Harry Zarchy

Date: 1943

Publisher: Knopf

ISBN: none

Length: 158 pages

Illustrations: drawings and diagrams by the author, calligraphy by Hollis Holland

Quote: "This book is for people who like to make things...no experience is necessary."


(Baked or air-dried decorative clay bowls, like these tiny ones used to hold jewelry. This and other photos from Google.)

The one thing you might not love about this quaint little book is that the materials needed to make some of the projects can no longer "be readily procured at local five-and-ten, hardware or stationery stores." Corks, wooden spools, and thin wooden boxes are harder to find than they were in 1943. They can still be found (for a price), but they're no longer donated in bulk to primary schools.


Otherwise, Let's Make More Things explains how to make simple, mostly wooden, projects: bowls, boxes, curtain pulls, dollhouse furniture, racks, candlesticks, costume jewelry, trays. There are also suggestions for paper decorations, greeting cards, puppets, soap carving, clay models, plaster bookends, leaf prints, pipe-cleaner figures, stuffed animals, and other novelties. Zarchy even explained the fundamentals of tie-dying fabric and rebinding old books.


Simple pipe-cleaner figures.  

Let's Make More Things was a sequel to another little hand-lettered book called Let's Make Something. Either volume would keep children happily occupied through a year of wet weekends. Not all of the projects are as useful now as they were in the 1940s (who uses a shoeshine box?) but relatives who are lucky enough to receive these gifts from children will probably find some good use for them.

 

Pipe-cleaner figures plus beads. (Really elaborate pipe-cleaner figures, plus lots of beads and fabric, are often displayed on Etsy.)

And yes, if the adults happen to be going to a craft show, a little planning and supervision will allow the children to stock their own corner of the display with their own potentially profitable work. So, not only will this book provide clever children with hours of fun, but it should empower them to pay for their own supplies and have enough left over to buy a special present or throw a small, frugal party.

Book Review: Prairie Tale

Title: Prairie Tale

Author: Melissa Gilbert

Date: 2009

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

ISBN: 978-1-4165-9914-2

Length: 366 pages

Illustrations: color photo inserts

Quote: "To me, at forty-four years old, my book was a search for truth and identity. To [my mother]...the ultimate betrayal."  

Mothers of forty-four-year-olds should not try to tell us what to write. I can relate. Unfortunately, while reading some parts of Prairie Tale, I found myself agreeing with Melissa Gilbert's adoptive mother, whose name is carefully omitted from this book: "Write and get it all out...but the classy thing would be to burn it after you're finished." The "Little House on the Prairie" show was aimed at families; the book is strictly for adults.

Many celebrity memoirs tell uglier tales. Let's just say that when people go into detail about how "nauseous" they were ("nauseous" is to "nauseated" as "poisonous" is to "poisoned"), they're still nauseous.

Much of what we learn about the real girl who played the fictional Laura Ingalls is the sort of thing we wanted, and had some right, to know. The naming of actors is often one of the more interesting parts of their biographies. In Prairie Tale we learn that Melissa Gilbert's adoptive father's name had been Ed McMahon, but the Actors Guild made him change it, and by the time he adopted the baby he and his wife named Melissa his name was Paul Gilbert. Ed/Paul was an actor, but hardly successful enough to put Melissa into the "legendary show business family" the blurb on the jacket claims. Presumably the blurb writer was thinking of John Gilbert and Ina Claire, neither of whom was noticeably related to  Ed/Paul or Melissa Gilbert.

Then there are the differences in the relationships among characters in books, and actors who play their parts. In Laura Ingalls Wilder's memoirs, as apparently in her real life, Laura and her older sister Mary had some quarrels as children, but grew close after Mary went blind. In the TV show Laura and Mary are almost ideal sisters, but off camera, Gilbert says, she and Melissa Sue Anderson never liked each other. In the books Mrs. Wilder fictionalized all the encounters she'd had with bratty, catty, snobby, or spiteful girls into what becomes a strangely close relationship with "worst friend" Nellie Oleson. In real life, Gilbert says, Alison Arngrim was her friend; apparently they bonded through having to yell at each other on TV.


Photo from Instagram.  

In the books, Charles Ingalls is an interestingly tragic character. He consistently fails to provide for his wife and children, but they love him, even though they live on the edge of survival until Mary and Laura are old enough to get jobs. In the TV show, Michael Landon, who had become famous by playing forever-awkward-adolescent "Little Joe" on Bonanza, wanted to reinvent Charles Ingalls as Perfect Patriarch. TV didn't have a good father character at the time, and both Melissas needed one too. Melissa Gilbert counted that Ed/Paul had been married thirteen times before he died, fairly early in her life.

Prairie Tale contains lots of celebrity gossip: which stars Gilbert met, which ones were her friends, which older ones' funerals she attended, and so on. It also describes the "Prairie" episodes that have not been endlessly rerun and may be unfamiliar to readers, mentions Gilbert's grown-up acting jobs and those of her husband Bruce Boxleitner, and includes lots of photos.

But it doesn't stop there. We don't need to know when anyone lost per virginity, but we're told. We might not have heard all the false rumors that were circulated about Melissa Gilbert, but we're told about them in enough detail that by page 300 we begin to wonder whether some of them might have been true. We didn't need to know all the details of the short romance and long break-up with Rob Lowe, but we're given practically the teenager's diary version of it. Much more about husbands and pregnancies could have been left to our imagination than is, and at least three quarters of the formerly unprintable words could have been deleted. The list of alternative titles friends suggested for Prairie Tales is hilarious, but would suggestions like "From Half-Pint to S.A.G.-ging Adult" have been funnier without including the ones like "Little Hoe on the Prairie"?

In reviewing another memoir by a woman who was "America's sweetheart" around the same time Gilbert was, Dorothy Hamill's On and Off the Ice, I've said that Hamill's decision to focus on the memories that will be useful to other young skaters was a wise one. Gilbert waited longer to write her memoir, and was right to make it a longer book; she'd grown far beyond the "Half-Pint" she played in Little House on the Prairie. 

But she might have learned more from Laura Ingalls Wilder. In the Little House books, there's a very abrupt transition from Laura's little-girl memories in On the Banks of Plum Creek to her early-teenager memories in By the Shores of Silver Lake. What happened during these years? Mrs. Wilder never told anybody. Historians say that Caroline and Charles Ingalls managed a hotel during part of this time. Mary became blind after a long, serious illness. Was Laura ill too, or were her pre-teen years too painful to remember for other reasons? We'll never know. All we can do is respect Mrs. Wilder's decision to keep her secret. Melissa Gilbert's fans are likely to agree with her mother that she should have kept a few secrets too.

Flash Fiction: Deliver Me

This one was prompted by John Holton. I chose to use all of the prompts.

"
  1. Write a post inspired by the word delivery.
  2. Write a post in exactly twelve (12) sentences.
  3. Write about a trip you have taken. If you have ever traveled outside your native country, write about that journey: What stuck with you?
  4. Describe your morning routine using the most eccentric words and phrases that come to mind.
  5. Describe a rainy evening in a busy city.
  6. Write of a world in which wishes come true — if one is willing to pay the price.
"

Madeline rolled out of bed, cartwheeled into the bathroom, sang all of her favorite arias from grand opera in a long shower, brushed her tongue, shaved her arms, legs, and body, dressed, and sprinted out to the post office. There she picked up a special delivery package addressed to "Adeline Jones" at her address. Figuring that her cousin Adeline might have had the package sent there while she was in Bangalore, Madeline rushed home, dressed in motorcycle gear, applied temporary tattoos of seven life-sized spiders to her face to discourage people from sitting beside her, packed up a more comfortable pair of jeans and T-shirt and a book to read, roared into town, parked her motorcycle, bought a ticket just in time, and hopped on the Greyhound bus to the city, glad of an excuse to miss a few boring Business Administration classes. 

Unfortunately the bus did become crowded. Madeline looked over her reading glasses at the young man who sat down beside her and wished she'd met him at a time when she wasn't covered in spider tattoos. He seemed undisturbed, however, and told her that he was a biologist who studied freshwater mussels, but understood that spiders were more popular, and it was nice to meet someone whose sympathy for animals was not limited to cats, dogs,and pandas. As the bus rolled on through the rain that was begining to fall, the young man told her that his name was Harold Umbleton, and he had a sister who studied whales, and so on. 

When they walked out into the city, lights were coming on, reflecting in the streaming streets. Strange men surrounded them, all pleading, "Y'wanna cab?" but instead Harold grasped the hand of a woman who, upon introduction to Madeline, cried, "Adeline Jones is my housemate--would you like to ride up with us?" and loaded Madeline into her wet, battered Camry. Soon Madeline was freshly made up, wearing Adeline's second best dress, and sitting beside Harold at a concert. 

One year later they were married, Madeline having discovered a genuine interest in spiders with little encouragement, and now Professor Madeline Jones Umbleton  tells her students, with a smile, "Always be your own, eccentric, authentic selves."


Actually available from Amazon. More designs from other sites if you search.

Thursday, November 12, 2026

Web Log for 11.11.26

Animals 


Lens traces it as far as Chef Zouheir on Instagram. 

Food 


Found on Messy Mimi's blog. I must mention, though, that a baby would not be able to eat a really good tomato like an apple. Really good tomatoes are squishy. They do not form even messy thin slices that fit neatly into a sandwich that can be eaten out of hand. You need a plate or, better, a bowl.

And good strawberries are red all the way through. If they're white inside, like little apples, they're not worth buying. If they're red all the way through, they need to be used that day, but they don't need sugar or cream to make them taste good.

Music 

"A 94-year-old veteran," 


Sheryl Crow. Apologies for the language, for her diction (rhyming "happiness" with "bus"), and for this song generally taking good ideas and stepping on them.


James Cotton.

Bad Poetry: Poem for Araminta

Prompted by dVerse: 



Cartoon from Redbubble.

They let the Prince pick
Because he was sick.
I'm sorry for Cinder-girl,
But though I'm still skinny
And he calls me Minnie,
I'm happy with my nice old earl.

Cinderella's ugly stepsisters didn't have names in the original story. Eleanor Farjeon named them Araminta and Arethusa, and had a snobby Herald say "Is not a scarecrow with a squint a sweeter sight than Araminta?" and "The gorgon features of Medusa comelier were than Arethusa." One was too thin and the other was too fat; but part of the story was that they were more spoiled brats than really bad characters. There were other men at that ball. They might have married well; we're told they had Cinderella's blessing.

In other recent versions of the story the stepsisters have other names and characters. Sometimes they're evil. Sometimes they're selfish. Sometimes they're just older or younger than Cinderella and don't pay any attention to her. Sometimes, in full-length-novel versions, they have their own stories.

In historical fact, as Gregory Maguire reminded us, the prince who was allowed to choose a bride for himself at a party to which commoners were invited got that privilege by having a disease so fatal that no other country's monarch would consider leting him marry their princess. His bride was not expected to live long or have a healthy child, nor did she. 

Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Web Log for 11.10.26

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

Animals 

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


Crime & Punishment 

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

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

This guy gets it.


Immigration 

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


#MadMen 

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


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

Music Links 

Oliver Anthony.


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


Tears for Fears.


Poem 

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

Book Review: Veeps

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

Title: Veeps: Profiles in Insignificance

Author: Bill Kelter with Wayne Shellabarger

Publisher: Top Shelf Productions

Date: 2008

ISBN: 1603090037

Length: 296 pages

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Favorite Holiday

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

Mine is Thanksgiving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Web Log for 11.9.26

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

Electricity 

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


Knitting 

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


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


Music 

Neil Finn.

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

John Coltrane.


The Slits.


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


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


The Los Angeles Guitar Quartet. 

Petfinder Posts: Mastiffs and Large Cats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zipcode 10101: Louie from NYC 


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

Chester from NYC 


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

Zipcode 20202: Jafar from South Carolina by way of DC 



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

Moonie from DC 


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

Zipcode 30303: Ridley from East Point 


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

Vin from Atlanta


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

New Book Review: Rise

Title: Rise

Author: Daniel Kennedy

Date: 2026

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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