Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Web Log for 5.19.26

Animals 

Dusky grouse fight. (Grouse are considered a chickenlike bird; like chickens, the males fight for status, showing off their moves and bodies to any females who may or may not be watching, occasionally making physical contact, seldom doing each other any harm.)


Sea otters.


Business

It's a novel idea, but could it only ever work in Japan? Shiro Oguni visited a memory care home where patients were encouraged to exercise their brains by doing jobs around the place. He ordered a meal in the cafeteria. He was served a different meal than he'd ordered. And he thought that the surprise factor, having a restaurant where ordering tuna might get you tuna or Vegans' Delight, might launch a restaurant. He employs people with early-stage memory loss. All the food is cooked by competent adults but it's served by people who may or may not remember who ordered what. The elderly servers say that they feel better about life, having jobs.

I couldn't eat there. Could you?


(Bonus feature: below the main story linked is the video clip from another weird news story about a French tennis star who decided to "cool off" his temper by pulling down his white shorts. Although he was wearing shorter black shorts underneath and didn't expose any forbidden skin, he was fined anyway. While playing tennis people are supposed to pretend they are gentlemen.)

Communication 

When the boss demands that you carry a phone in your car and doesn't want to spring for a proper no-hands phone mount...


Found on Messy Mimi's blog. Lens traces it to a social media account called Vietnamemes. 

Music 

JC very kindly shared: 

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=jjTI4VRX39Y 

Jesse Butterworth attempts "What a Feeling." I suppose it takes courage to release a recording where your voice breaks the way his does. 


Elvis Presley--relatively modest, because this is a patriotic medley, not his usual lame-brained song of Young Hormone Surges. Not that his idea of "modest"...well, you can see.

Book Review: Sweet Revenge

Title: Sweet Revenge

Author: Regina Barreca

Date: 1995 (hardcover), 1997 (paperback)

Publisher: Crown (1995), Berkley (1997)

ISBN: 0-425-15766-0 (1997)

Length: 292 pages

Quote: “A little revenge, we should remember, goes a long way.”

Regina Barreca painted herself into an unusual corner before writing this book. She belongs to the “Women Are ‘Relational,’ Therefore Nicer” school of feminism. Hence the selfconscious tightrope-walking quality of Barreca’s connective writing in this book. Revenge isn’t Nice, she seems to be saying, and I have to pay lip service to Niceness but...

It’s easier to enjoy this book if you abandon the ideal of Niceness and reclaim a belief in Justice,. Then you can acknowledge that personal revenge, although obviously less desirable than formal justice, is what’s supposed to happen if formal justice fails. Forgiveness is a beautiful thing. Forgiveness begins with repentance.

If you have trespassed against somebody and not repented, confessed, and made some effort to compensate for what you did, you can’t be forgiven. Whatever the offended person does will qualify as revenge. The person might choose to ignore you; in that case you’d never know how long it would last, and you’d have to spend the rest of your life looking out behind you. The person might choose to be kind to you; in that case you’d have to spend the rest of your lifer knowing yourself to have been morally inferior to him/her. I recently read a book in which a minister described how he was unable to collect payment on a loan for years, until he wrote to the borrower that he had decided to repay the debt to himself in an attempt to forgive the borrower’s trespass just as God had forgiven him; the borrower made several efforts to repay the loan, but the minister refused to take the money...and he seemed to think that he wasn’t exacting revenge.,

Revenge, we see, is not a social problem but a fact of life. Trespassing in the first place is the problem of concern to society. And impenitence.

But why argue about the philosophy of revenge? What readers want to know, before deciding to read 292 pages on the subject, is whether the revenge stories in this book are good ones. Yes, there are several previously unpublished stories of creative, proportionate, even legal revenge.

Also a few stories of revenge that was disproportionate and unethical. A vindictive younger sibling sneaks into a boy’s room and turns all his pet turtles over on their backs. For me this act is out of bounds, because who knows how much or how long those inoffensive turtles will have to suffer? Now, if the guy had been a few years older, and the younger sibling had managed to turn his car upside down...

I’ll leave readers to pass their own judgments on the ethics of accidentally-on-purpose burning (a) the offender’s food or (b) the offender’s favorite record. I will offer this subjective judgment: when dissatisfied employees walk out and start a competing business that submarines their former employer’s business, I think that’s absolutely splendid.

Sweet Revenge is recommended to anyone sane enough to recognize that the Poe character in “The Cask of Amontillado,” whose revenge for a minor offense is to bury a trusting friend alive, is pure fiction.

A Typical Day in My Life

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt is "A Typical Day in My Life."

That's not much of a topic. My life borders on being monastic. It doesn't sound very exciting, but it's my vocation and I enjoy it.

Prayer is part of every day, as is basic self-care. Seeing and communicating with other human beings is part of most days. Time spent out in the not-a-lawn, on the porch, or in the orchard, with the cats, is part of most days. That's all I need to write about that. All the Internet needs to know about living human beings who are neither "celebrities" (who can afford a lot of security measures) nor criminals (who deserve what they get) is that they exist.

Typically I spend the small hours of the morning with this computer. Sometimes I fall asleep at the computer. Sometimes one or more of the cats follow me to the screen porch,

Sometimes I eat a solid breakfast. Sometimes a caffeinated drink is breakfast. On cold days I try to cook in the morning, using an electric skillet as an oven. 

Sometimes I go into town to send or collect mail or buy groceries. It's about two miles each way, a nice morning walk. Sometimes I catch a ride with the odd jobs man. Most days I stay at home. 

If I didn't sleep at night, I plan on making up for lost hours of sleep during the day.

Some days I do odd jobs for real people in the real world. Some days I do my own housework or yard work. Some days I write on one of the reliable computers,  not fouled up by the Internet, at home. Some days I come back online during the daytime. Some days I'm online in time to connect with link-ups, social media, and other fun'n'games, and some days I'm not.

On cold days the female cats are likely to be indoors with me. On warm days they are likely to be outside, usually on the porch. 

Most days, if it's not too wet, I burn the day's trash in the afternoon. On hot days I might add wood to the fire and cook in a Dutch Oven over the coals. Or I might eat something convenient and unheated.

Reading, knitting, and some sort of exercise fit into most days, somewhere. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Web Log for 5.18.26

That feeling you get when you try to be virtuous and read your e-mail...and all of it seems to be "Read my book! Take it! It's free! Read it! Review it! Help me sell it!" and now you have 50 e-books open in one window and the e-mail is shoving a hundred more in your face...

Oy. Oy as in Yiddish--woe! Also oy as in Cockney--hey! Non-reviewers! Youall should be reviewers too! Share the FUN!

I love books. I love a good cold glass of water, too, but I don't want to be dropped into the river to drown.

Animals 

British butterflies. Two also exist in North America (most of the continent); the ones photographed could probably crossbreed with some butterflies here.


Books 

Melissa Dowland, half of the Roadside Naturalist blog team, has a book coming out:


Glyphosate Awareness 

No link, but Steve Milloy just died, as far as I'm concerned. 

Anyone who talks about "scientific" studies of glyphosate needs to produce studies of samples from patients with chronic bleeding conditions that vary from day to day. If ANY significant number of such patients, including the SSRI victims, don't lose more blood when their blood contains glyphosate, I'd like to know about that. Meanwhile, "the science" has yet to be done because Bayer Science has consistently ignored what all the studies show for all species studied: A majority of individuals exposed to glyphosate never have shown one consistent reaction, because they've all shown different ones, but a majority of individuals in all species show adverse reactions. 

It may still be worth the time to explain this to a newly hired yardman, but if any of the technorati pretend not to understand it already, we need to declare them dead and treat them like zombies. Milloy is a bitter clinger who needs to walk into stores and see the storekeeper lock the cash drawer, retreat into a locked office, and call the police to throw him out.

Music 

Wu Fei.


John Scalzi won't back down either.


Roger Waters and what survives of Pink Floyd...still rock.


Art Garfunkel. (Warning: lots of lullaby-rock sound. This is a "playlist," apparently not published as an "album," not that you can see any difference online. And listening to the whole thing may cause drowsiness and is NOT recommended for listening in cars.)


Little Big Town. (Warning: bad diction.)


Kodaline.


Dan & Shay.


Needtobreathe.


Peace, the Hope of 

War is our species' traditional solution to what happens when men are allowed to get what they want and, as a result, too many women have too many babies. The feminist solution is so much more elegant...

Petfinder Post: Beauceron

So I spent some time doing real-world stuff last night. So I reposted a review of an old book. I'm still going to do a new, current Petfinder Post.

Next on the list of dog breeds the Meddlers' Union want to render extinct is the Beauceron. In this case it's easy to see why people are bothered by these dogs. A Beauceron dog makes it very clear that, if provoked, it'd be a lethal weapon. It's a herding dog, described as a Border Collie brain with a Doberman look in a 100-pound body.

Obviously a "shepherd" dog bigger than the Alsatian or German Shepherd is going to be too much dog for the majority of humans. One hundred pounds is average for this breed. They can be smaller--or bigger. If you had to take the dog to the vet, how would you go about carrying 110 or 120 pounds of dog in a crate that could hold it? If you weigh only 150 pounds, and the dog bolted while walking with you, would you be able even to slow it down?

So it's a good thing that this breed is not common in the United States. People do live with these dogs and love them. Those people are also an uncommon breed. Even breeders admit that these dogs can "own" and dominate their humans, but, they say in the dogs' defense, they are usually loyal, gentle, and protective of weaker lifeforms--including humans who aren't up to the challenge of owning an extra-large herding dog.

"Beauceron" is a French name meaning "from a place called Beauce." La Beauce is the plains area in France where wheat and beets grow, claimed as the origin of the dog breed. The place name sounds like "bos" with a long O and strong S, the dog name like "Bo-sir-ron" with that nasal French ON sound if you can do it.  

For a large breed they have a fairly long life expectancy--up to twelve years. Susceptibility to hip, heart, and eye problems run in the breed, and all big dogs are vulnerable to "bloat," but with regular veterinary care they are generally healthy. The coat is predominantly black above, tan to red-squirrel brown below, sometimes with gray or white patches. The feet are usually brown. In French they're also called Bas Rouge, "red socks," and Bas de Beauce, "Beauce socks." The hair is short, but it sheds abundantly during two "shedding seasons" each year, and less effusively the rest of the year; regular brushing can reduce the amount of loose hair a dog sheds. Ears tend to flop a bit and need to be lifted up, and claws tend to grow fast and need to be trimmed.

Beaucerons were bred to guard, not guide, sheep but they need a lot of exercise--mental and physical--to stay healthy and well-mannered. They can tow a cart, sled, or skier, easily. They tend to be cheerful and exuberant, likely to jump on people and knock them over, or grab things and people in their formidable jaws. They need good positive training. (They don't take physical correction well. They're stronger than men, could kill a man in a fair fight, and know it.) 

Shelters that accept Beaucerons will probably challenge people to make sure the dogs are being adopted by people who can cope with them. This is reasonable. If the relationship between this kind of dog and its master goes sour, the human's only recourse may be to shoot the dog--so you need to be a person whose relationship with a dog will not go sour.

However, there aren't a lot of Beaucerons in shelters. There are some crossbreeds with known or suspected Beauceron ancestry, and there are a lot of German Shepherds, the most popular breed of police dogs, which are big and energetic enough for a reasonable person. Very few Americans have much trouble with sheep-stealing wolves. German Shepherds often stand taller than Beaucerons, though they're lighter-framed, and intimidate almost any attacker or intruder.

Actually, our first photo contest winner, the only Beauceron crossbreed listed in a New York shelter in the Petfinder network, is a compromise: mostly German Shepherd and a lightweight at that, only 41 pounds, a reasonable introduction to owning a large, potentially aggressive dog.

Zipcode 10101: Kaizer from Texas by way of Hartford 


Those white socks would show that he was a crossbreed even if he'd grown to Beauceron show-standard size, which he probably never will do. Kaizer weighed 41 pounds when his web page was set up and they don't expect his healthy weight to be much more than that, ever. His super-power is intimidating people you don't want to deal with while being a cuddly pet at home. He is young and likes long walks, any active game, and just running around the yard to burn off adolescent energy. He is not a house pet and has not been "house trained."

Clawapatra from South Carolina by way of NYC 


This little Queen Cat has claimed one Loyal Subject and Follower in the shelter. If you could adopt them together, that'd be peachy-keen. They think she was probably born some time last year--she's officially listed as a young adult cat but described as a kitten. Other photos on her web page show that she has a normal body shape but they weren't able to catch her in a pose that showed it clearly. She's full of energy and doesn't have much patience with posing. 

Zipcode 20202: Archie from Columbia


At the time his web page was set up Archie was just eight weeks old. His mother, they note, weighed only 37 pounds so they don't expect Archie to reach full Beauceron size. He's a puppy; he likes to run and play and eat and sleep like any other pup. Beaucerons are not house pets. He needs a big yard and high fence. But he does like to snuggle up beside a human and sleep--puppies normally sleep in heaps.

Gypsy Rose Lee and Mama Rose from DC 


"I'm a pretty girl, Mama!" the dark, skinny daughter finally admitted...Mother and daughter are tortoiseshell cats, on the small side, compatible with each other. They can be adopted together.  (You can see Mama's ear and flank in the photo; at the web page other photos show both cats' faces.) You'll always be able to tell them apart because Gypsy has an orange blaze down her nose and Mama has a black one. They are just young cats; not much more is known about them yet.

Zipcode 30303: King from Perry 


King doesn't have a very professional writer handling his public relations. He's another mixed breed, though he does have light "red socks" and is small-Beauceron size. He is described as friendly. He has the same needs for a big yard and lots of mental and physical stimulation as a purebred Beauceron. 

Alternate: Bagel the Boxer from Atlanta 


Weighing 68 pounds at age 5, Bagel presents many of the same challenges as a small Beauceron: size, energy, appetite, even the ears that aren't really floppy but do tend to lop a bit. His is one of those stories that make you say "People!" He was rescued from the county shelter when people said they wanted to adopt him, then found a chance to adopt a "purebred, pedigreed" Boxer instead of this mixed breed and just left Bagel without a suitable cage to be locked back into. The organization wants to place him in a foster home so, if you think you can handle a big strong energetic dog, but have no experience doing it, here's your chance to get to know one on a trial basis. 

Queenie from Atlanta (or Chattanooga) 


This stubby-legged Tortie had a large litter of kittens. All the kittens were adopted. Queenie has not been adopted. Those legs are a defect, but she won't be breeding more of it into the pool. She just needs a safe place to be a house pet.

Book Review: The Heart of a Woman

Book Review: The Heart of a Woman

Author: Maya Angelou

Date: 1981

Publisher: Bantam

ISBN: 0-553-22839-0

Length: 272 pages

Quote: “I was not crying because of a lack of love...I was mourning all my ancestors.”

Some people are natural bachelors. Possibly Maya Angelou was one. In Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas, her marriage to “Tosh” Angelos ended almost as quickly as it began. In The Heart of a Woman, while starring in a play, Angelou jilts an African-American man, marries an African man, and divorces him. Despite the grief for her ancestors she feels in Ghana and the panic she feels when her teenaged son is injured in an accident, she likes being on her own.

This fourth volume of Angelou’s memoirs contains more celebrity gossip than the first three books together. In this book, she’s a rising star whose social circle includes Billie Holiday, Lorraine Hansberry, James Baldwin, Harry Belafonte, James Earl Jones, Miriam Makeba, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Hanifa Fathy, and of course her short-term husband, Vusumzi Make, who was also a celebrity in Ghana. But the story covers the years from 1957 to 1967. These people are still fairly young, and none of them knows which of them will become famous.

Her son, Guy Johnson, is now mature enough to become an interesting character. Possibly the liveliest story about him in The Heart of a Woman is the one in which Angelou goes to a bully’s house, shows a teenaged gang a pistol, and promises that if the gang harasses Guy she won’t leave so much as a cockroach alive in their homes. For a mother, the gangsters, have to admit, she’s a tough “mother.”

Angelou also describes the most controversial and confrontational phase of her life. Banned from joining the Army because she’d attended an “un-American” night school, Angelou is now old enough to take a political stand—on the extreme left, of course. In The Heart of a Woman she does not directly address the charge often made against Dr. King, that he “was a Communist” (which might have been hard to prove), but does discuss some of the evidence on which the charge was based. The groups with which they worked supported Cuba, and when Khrushchev and Castro met in New York City, Guy declares that “the meeting...is the most important thing that could happen. It means that, in my time, I am seeing powerful forces get together to oppose capitalism.”

“All the [B]lack struggles were one, with one enemy and one goal,” and although many of the people involved would have defined that goal as equal civil rights, there were those who felt that reclaiming their African heritage meant reclaiming tribalistic or socialistic political systems. As Angelou describes these scenes, people singing “O Freedom” in protest of outrages did not take time to debate whether they were more concerned about the freedom of each individual or the “freedom” from economic opportunities and responsibilities that socialism claimed to offer.

In the lives of many people at this period, a conflict could be observed. Angelou is typical. Her actual focus was consistently, unmistakably, on the freedom of the individual, as exemplified in her marriages and divorces. At the same time she was working with organizations whose actions, when effectual, tended to promote bigger, more invasive government. It’s hard to blame Angelou, Martin Luther King, or any of their colleagues for this observed tendency when the historical fact was that people dedicated to the socialist religion were actively working to steer almost every organization that existed in a leftward direction. Even the superficially patriotic service organizations were being steered away from any concern with individual liberties and toward a quasi-religious reverence for the United Nations. Change-oriented groups, like those working toward civil rights, were being steered toward a position that was not really liberal at all, but far to the left. It would be unreasonable to expect, even today, that activists of Angelou’s generation would ever really denounce socialism. In the 1960s Angelou had been persuaded that socialistic or totalitarian tendencies were part of “Blackness”...and yes, within their demographic, she and Dr. King represented the moderate, peace-seeking, Christian, and patriotic side of things. Socialism has a morality of its own that seems compatible with Christian morality. In the mid-twentieth century the first "Communist" countries were still claiming economic success; supporting a peaceful transition toward a socialist dictatorship could still seem like altruistically supporting help for an oppressed class, although, after desegregation, the United States had never really had one.

Extremists in the civil rights movement were attacking the laudable efforts to overcome racism that Angelou recounts in Singin’ and Swingin’. Malcolm X was saying, “Any White American who says he’s your friend is either weak...or he’s an infiltrator.” There was some truth in this; friendliness and neighborliness are “weak” bonds compared with kinship and marriage. In the 1960s thousands, if not millions, of White Americans were seeing and saying that segregation was stupid, that it wasn’t always even possible to tell on which side of a color barrier an individual belonged, that maintaining separate schools was a waste of money and maintaining separate hospitals could amount to killing emergency patients. They (the generations before mine) were voting for desegregation. We (the older generation and also mine) rejected the idea of being offered unfair advantages on merely demographic grounds. White Americans did indeed support the civil rights movement, whether they were public figures making public statements like Eleanor Roosevelt, or rich people donating money to organizations like Shelley Winters, or neighbors sponsoring “deserving” college students like Joycelyn Elders. Still, this was “weak” support in the sense that it reflected a general feeling about how the world ought to be, rather than their own personal struggle for survival. As in the old joke about producing a country breakfast, the hen was involved, but the hog was committed.

Under such abrasive influences, Angelou admits, she backslid,. She played an unsympathetic character in a show that “became such a cruel parody of [W]hite society that I was certain it would flop.” In practice “Blacks in the audience reacted with amusement” or “coughed or grunted disapproval. They were embarrassed at our blatancy...Whites loved The Blacks.” The actors “howled in our dressing room. If the audience missed the play’s obtrusive intent, then the crackers were numbly insensitive...if they understood, and still liked the drama, they were psychically sick, which we suspected anyway.” It did not occur to the actors (they were young) that paying for tickets to this show might be a way White theatre-goers tried to express respect, support, or even apology.

So, when a White woman feels the need to tell Angelou that she and her friends have seen the play several times because “we support you,” Angelou snarls, still in her hateful character, “How many Blacks live in your building? How many Black friends do you have? I mean, not counting your maid?” The supporter “turned to leave, but I caught her sleeve. ‘Would you take me home with you? Would you become my friend?’” Not surprisingly, the supporter doesn’t feel friendly any more. No doubt she went home to tell her friends that in real life that young, cute actress they all admired was a real jerkette.

Young readers will shake their heads, wondering what was wrong with everybody in the 1960s. I don’t blame them. Something was wrong with Americans in the 1960s: almost all of us were choking on a huge tangled mess of lies about what “race” was and meant. Progress has been made. It did not flow steadily forward without a backward step.

But in this book Angelou is still making progress. She learned for herself that “strong” relationships could not be based on race alone, that a real African like Make was even less of a treat to live with than a White American like Angelos.

There are readers, and I am one, who still find these parts of The Heart of a Woman annoying. I don’t believe in a demographic approach to friendship. For me, personally, the High Sensory Perceptivity genes may dictate whether someone can become my friend or not; the skin color genes are irrelevant. When I lived in and near Washington, D.C., where the majority of people are African-American, then most of the people with whom I worked and several of my friends were African-American. I now live in a small town where very few people are Black, and I’ve never felt any desire to trail after them just so I could still claim to have an active friendship with someone who looks different from me. Friendship is a personal, individual thing, determined to some extent by chance, not by a desire to be politically correct. Still, rereading the scene where Angelou stayed in her nasty character and alienated her fan, I feel like yelling at her: “How many White friends do you have? Would you take me home with you?” Seriously, I know that that’s not the way friendships begin, and so did Angelou, even in 1964. She must have been very, very tired. But the scene is still annoying to read.

There are also parts of this book that tell us more than some people, probably including Guy Johnson, wanted to know. Angelou describes Make as physically attractive. The detailed description of the sensations of physical attraction caught the attention of several of the people who supplied blurbs for the Bantam edition. This is not a smutty book, but it’s a very sensual book...not the kind of book a young student wants his (or her) mother to write.

The Heart of a Woman is recommended to those who want to look back at history, who can stand a little annoyance just for the sake of appreciating the amount of progress that’s been made in fifty years. It’s also recommended to fans of any of the celebrities mentioned, who will appreciate these glimpses of these people before most of them became famous. It’s also recommended to anyone who’s read the first three volumes of Angelou’s memoirs and wants to read the whole sequence. It’s also recommended to the general (adult) reading public, because the parts that are not annoying or embarrassing are a good read.
 

Monday, May 18, 2026

Music Links for 5.17.26

Apart from about a half hour stolen by Microsoft, I spent Sunday's online time writing.

Music 

Toto.


Billy Joel.



The Clash.


Glen Campbell.


Eric Clapton.


Moody Blues.

Book Review: 2024 Plant Based Diet Cookbook for Beginners

Title: 2024 Plant Based Diet Cookbook for Beginners

Author: Sarah Roslin

Date: 2024

Quote: "In your plant-based culinary journey, accuracy is essential."

And that's why this is not an ideal cookbook for beginners. It has pretty computer-generated pictures in the PDF version only, not in the printed version. Recipes are not well edited and in many cases will not yield results that resemble the computer-generated pictures. 

You don't want to do a "plant-based diet" unless you have access to 100% unsprayed plants...and that means free from drifting residues of poison sprays. That's why reading and reviewing this e-book has not been a high priority for me. I didn't want let the file sit until it was totally out of date (calling for products, like specific size packages of tofu, that may have gone off the market) but it's still not ready for the general public to use. 

Because you can't really go wrong with clean fruit and vegetables, as long as you have good-quality ingredients, what these recipes produce will be edible and may even taste good, but it may be very strange. Sometimes you can see how the computer-generated picture presupposes chunks of a vegetable where the recipe tells you to shred it. Sometimes you can't see how the picture shows a different size dish than the recipe will make. One recipe makes about a cup of a grain-legume mix, a good snack for the single cook, but the picture shows about a quart-sized pan full. 

Additionally, several recipes' lists of ingredients don't match the instructions given. Ingredients are not listed in the order they need to be used, so you'll be reading and rereading, going "Lime juice? It says nothing about lime juice...she must have meant the lemon juice in the ingredients list." 

Amounts of ingredients seem to have been copied verbatim from some other source. European cooks typically use postal-size scales and weigh out ingredients American cooks typically measure by volume. There are arguments in favor of either method. You get more precise equivalents of the original cook's recipe by weighing, but atmospheric conditions have a lot to do with the success of some recipes and you may have to spend less time tweaking proportions if you measure by volume. The only trouble is that beginner cooks in the US usually don't have scales. Knowing that a pound equals approximately 455 grams is only a little bit of help in measuring flour out of a 5-pound sack. 

For experienced cooks who have access to wide varieties of clean fruits and vegetables, however, here are some classic and some innovative combinations of produce from gardens around the world that are likely to delight the palate...because very few combinations of fruits and vegetables, in reasonable amounts, ever fail to taste good. 

"Plant-based" is explained at length in comparison with other trendy names for diet plans in the text. It means cooks use plant products when they can--in some recipes corn oil margarine or soybean sausages, assuming clean corn or soybeans, works just fine--but may use milk or egg products when they feel that they must. No recipe in this book calls for meat but some do call for butter, cheese, or honey. 

Most, not all, of these recipes are gluten-free. Most, not all, are sugar-free. All can be made completely nondairy, though some apparently disappointed the original cook when they were. The wide variety of plant products used means it's easy to avoid any specific allergy triggers you may still have even when plant products aren't poisoned with chemicals. (Most people, however, can tolerate clean fruits and vegetables. Most food allergies are sensitivities to chemicals rather than actual food.) 

Is it worth keeping a cookbook like this in the house? Meh. If you're going to find it terribly annoying or frustrating, don't buy a plant-based cookbook yet, but I personally like to keep them around as reminders of hope.

Butterfly of the Week: Stresemann's Swallowtail

Stresemann's Swallowtail is found on Seram (Ceram, Serang) island in Indonesia. It has been found only at altitudes above 3,250' (1000m). There is some disagreement as to whether it's really a different species from Graphium batjanensis, or Graphium chironides, so even on species lists this species can be hard to find. However, it's considered vulnerable, and much has been published about it. All this web site knows is what I read so this web site will, in its half-educated way, summarize what's been written about Graphium stresemanni

It was first described as a separate species by Rothschild in 1915, late even in his career, which is why it was named after a contemporary person rather than a character in literature. Gustav Stresemann was a popular politician in Germany between the wars, credited with the "restoration" of the Weimar Republic government system, which was a failure, but much less hated in other countries than the would-be empires that came before and after it. 

What Rothschild wrote about it, when adding this name to the long list of Graphium species, was: 

"
3. Differs from w. weiske in the hindwings being much wider and more rounded. Above it diflers from the green 9 of w. weiskei and the 3 w. goodenovit on the forewings by the nile-green patches being sky-blue, and the one below vein | is also shorter. On the hindwing above, the basal green spot and the basal portion of cell and the patch above veins land 4 are densely clothed with long white hairs not present in the 2 other forms: it also differs in having a complete row of 5 medium-sized pale blue submarginal spots. The green basal area of cell is much larger, and at its apical end, together with the 2 spots above veins | and 4, passes into sky-blue. Below on forewing the patches, which are white in w. weiskei, are pale blue, and on hindwing the green patch below cell passes into blue.

Expanse 91 mm. Length of forewing 43 mm.

Hab. Mansuela, Central Ceram, 650 m., 1912 (E. Stresemann).
"

Nevertheless he called it a subspecies of Graphium weiskei. More recent writers think it's distinct from weiskei but may be an isolated race or subspecies of another Graphium species. It does not look very similar to Graphium batjanensis, or G. chironides, to me--for one thing it has "swallow tails"--but, with butterflies, appearances can be deceptive.

A later writer said that the adult butterflies had been found feeding on flowers in the genus Eugenia

Because many people will never see this butterfly alive, several web sites sell images of it, often taken from photographs by Danita Delimont or Darrell Gulin. Some sell dead bodies, which is an abomination; the best thing to be said for this practice is that people who pay $35 online for a butterfly carcass are likely to get, if anything, a more common kind of butterfly.

It is vulnerable because it's rare. There aren't many Graphium stresemanni even in their habitat. 

It is considered "closely related" to Graphium codrus and G. weiskei. It doesn't gleam quite as weirdly as codrus or have the purple color of weiskei, but it has similar spots. The background color of the wings is brown to sable--often a rich cocoa brown. The spots iridesce blue and green, usually more bluish toward the body and more greenish toward the outside edge, but it depends on the light. There are also translucent patches. It is an eye-catching species.


Photo from Biolib.cz. 

Females may be slightly larger than males and have slightly less vivid coloring: 


Photo from Biolib.cz. The male shown had a wingspread of 3.5 cm, the female 4 cm.

Nobody knows what it lives on or how it lives. Educated guesses have been made that the caterpillar eats the leaves of something in the laurel family, but nobody has confirmed this. 

Sunday, May 17, 2026

Web Log for 5.15-16.26

"If you're reading and reviewing new books," someone may ask, "where are the book reviews?" They're being pre-scheduled. I'm trying to be more conscientious about posting new book reviews on the day the new books land in stores. As a result I've been writing book reviews and scheduling them to appear here in June or even further ahead. (If I die, Google will post those reviews.)

There's a temptation to think "I owe people these reviews! They must be posted! If I'm online all day on Saturday, I don't deserve a day of rest!" That is why, I think, it's in the Bible that we all have to observe a day of rest. Everybody, even the dumb ox in the field, deserves one--not for doing good work all week, not for being "spiritual," so much as just for being alive. I promised to post reviews of these books but I didn't specify a date. Reviews will eventually be visible here. I don't deserve a day of rest but I'm under orders to take one anyway.

Censorship 

A "game" being offered to students in some public schools is "You're a prisoner on Epstein's island. Can you avoid being molested for five nights?" 

How bad is that?

What I find worrisome in the video linked below is the claim that "because people made a fuss about 'freedom of speech,'" sneer, sneer, "kids can be downloading this on their tablets anywhere."

If parents want to protect a child from downloading or playing a game, it might help for them not to give that child a "tablet." 

But I'll say this. Young people, even children, do hear the sensational "news" about Epstein's island and other hatecrimes against women and the young. They are told to stay away from Mr Stranger Danger. They are thinking about what Mr Stranger Danger might want to do to them. They know he doesn't want to dump them out a hundred miles from home merely as a joke

I read the horror stories about how girls and women were just helpless bait for street terrorists in news magazines and newspapers--as a precocious reader, at age four. By age six or seven a major theme in the stories I acted out with toys was how the doll or the model horse escaped from kidnappers. I didn't have nightmares about kidnappers in grade two. What I worried about meeting in my dreams, that year, was that cartoon of a dead horse lying in the road, just a flat heap of brown ink in a drawing, that had become a symbol for the probable loss of Grandmother and possible loss of Mother--that awful year when Grandmother was in fact dying and Mother was in the middle of a complicated celiac pregnancy. I galloped toys around the mud room and felt that, like them in my games, I could dodge kidnappers. Death was harder to dodge. But the point is that a game of "dodge the molesters around Epstein's island" would not have been likely to put ideas into my head that hadn't already been there, even in the far from innocent Johnson Administration.

I would not have wanted to play any fantasy adventure game at school, with some lame-brained teacher trying to oversee the game. I would, if such things had been invented, have wanted to play it on a computer, privately. And it might even have been useful. There aren't as many kidnappers and molesters in the world as parents (not unreasonably) fear. Parents would rather be safe than sorry so they imagine a molester lurking behind every tree. In real life the closest to a molester I ever got was the public school boys yelling snarky "compliments" out of their car when I was walking home from my student labor job at age nineteen. But that might not have been the case and it might  have been useful that I'd started thinking about strategies like distract and run, twist wrist out of hand, screech, bite, gross out, etc., at age seven.

Yes, I think freedom of speech is worth the possibility that a child might play a computer game that admitted it was about escaping from molesters. I think some parents might even want to buy that game for their kids.


Christian 

Ali Kaden makes some valid points in suggesting that St Paul can seem like a wolf in sheep's clothing. 


Messianic Jews usually say that about the "Apostle to the Gentiles," but it's unusual to see it from a non-Jewish person. 

Glyphosate Awareness 

The only news here is that awareness is growing, but isn't that good news?

Book Review: Destiny Delayed

Title: Destiny Delayed

Author: Teresa E. Nelson

Quote: "Donald Swenquist didn't want to be a peace officer when he was a child."

Of all the books people have published on Kindle when they must have meant to revise the manuscript again, this is the most obvious I've seen so far. Donald is a child of the Depression with plenty to be depressed about. His father is an alcoholic; his mother may be that, or may also be a schizophrenic, or maybe both. Early in life he's sent to stay with another couple in the country. Local police come out to talk to the new boys (Donald has younger brothers) about stolen bicycles, and Donald convinces them that another boy is stealing bicycles, then catches the other boy and proves his charges. Knowing that he'll need a good job when he grows up, Donald's foster father encourages him to do errands and odd jobs for the police. It goes well; he helps rescue a straying child, and they send him to "police school." Donald has a girlfriend from high school who goes away to nursing school and becomes involved in crime, in a very innocent and pitiful sort of way, but that problem seems to be resolved...when Donald's mother comes looking for him.

So, is Donald adult enough to be kind to his mother while continuing to work for an organization she hates, or child enough to be sucked back into her dysfunctional life? We are not told. The e-book ends with the mother being glad she's found him. Is his "destiny" to be the nice middle-class life he's looking forward to as a "peace officer," or misery in the slums with his parents? We are not told.

This is not a book. It's part of a book manuscript. It should not have been published and should now be withdrawn from publication, finished, and published when it becomes a real, printable book.

It should be worth reading, when it's done. Nelson writes simply but clearly, and handles the specifically Christian scenes well. 

Friday, May 15, 2026

Bad Poetry: Men of Action

Prompted by the Poets & Storytellers United, because I've not posted there for a while...

We are men of action;
lies do not become us.
Never say what we are
going to do; let them
fool around and find out. 

Web Log for 5.14.26

The second page I opened in the blog feed led me straight to the YouTube channel of a parodist I hadn't discovered before. She's good. Three of her songs are linked below.

Animals 

We know this is not Drudge because his coat is longer. (Actually I think Drudge is a pretty contented tomcat, despite his instinct to feel that he's dominant by "herding" me toward the kibble.)


Christians 

Protestants sometimes forget that, though there's no record of where she went after Pentecost, Mother Mary was with the disciples after the Resurrection. Here (in Spanish) is a reflection on the last biblical record we have of her life. Tradition says that she sailed away to France with Mary Magdalene, "the other Mary," and Black Sarah, but nothing in the Bible or any official record mentions any such thing.


Glyphosate Awareness 

Y'mean after all these years somebody has fiiiiiiinally dared to quantify what celiacs have been telling the world all along? Breaking news...


Want to see how your US Representative voted on the Farm Bill? You can tell who's a sell-out and who's the real deal here:


The ones who voted NO have GOT TO GO! 

History

Is there a generation that grew up reading a version of Our Sacred Southern History from which the slaves were erased? It wasn't mine. What tended to be overlooked when I was growing up was the extent to which supposedly free people--and not only women or child laborers, either--were overworked, underpaid, and abused on supposedly paying jobs. 

I'm in favor of mentioning the slaves at Monticello, at Mount Vernon, at Colonial Williamsburg, and every other tourist attraction where there were slaves, North or South. (In colonial days all States, or colonies, had slavery. The North only barely managed to free slaves, after two hundred years of enslaving people, because the smaller, poorer farms the North originally had couldn't afford so many of them as the bigger, initially richer farms in the South.) By all means let the tourists see--and learn!--what sort of work slaves did...provided that reenacting the slaves' work, which was valuable and important, doesn't interfere with publicizing the slave owners' writings. Monticello and Mount Vernon should be selling reprints of the Founders' actual words. 


Music 

Anti-Trump parody, very well done.


Technology 

We don't need, we don't "get", and we don't like flatphones. Strike a blow for humankind--instead of replacing the wretched thing that doesn't work the same way two weeks in a row, just leave it at the store and enter the post-phone world. 


Weather (sort of) 

The rogue weather dude known as Diamond has posted live video cameras in Hawaii to show you Mount Kilauea erupting (from a healthy distance). If you want to fly over an active volcano in a virtual helicopter without the chop-chop-chop noise, click on

Book Review for 5.8.26: Just a Role Reversal

Title: Just a Role Reversal

Author: Katie Nelson

Date: 2023

Quote: "I know how to settle this...a role reversal."

When the school receives a donation of money for extracurricular activities, Jade the art teacher and Cam the sports coach each request more than half the total amount. Principal Wesley thinks the way to settle this is to have the art teacher coach a few football practices and the sports coach teach a few art classes. If it wastes the students' time and confuses them, at least it gets the two teachers to feel friendlier toward each other. This is a sweet romantic comedy; by the end of the e-book they're making a date.

Eyeroll.

I was too busy wondering whether there are school principals who'd do that to the students to care about the teachers' attraction to each other. You might not be. 

The Obligatory Long Poem About a Greek Legend

Who'd be Achilles? Were not all
the women, except Clytemnestra,
more likable? Ill fates befall
them, true, but surely even extra
ill fate awaits the son of Thetis
in the Greek underworld where ill he's
done will beset him, long as it is.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Apprenticed to physician, he
was offered private life, long, happy,
or short life, long in memory.
"Short life with glory," chose our chappie.
But even so, this gay young colt
hid himself in amongst the fillies
when from the battle he did bolt.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

As boy who could pass for a girl
Achilles was the chosen lover
who set Patroclus' heart awhirl,
but, during years spent undercover,
crawled under covers with a maid.
They had two children; but the sillies
let her name from the records fade.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

When that first war at last had ended,
Achilles must have been quite a sight
as maiden; muscular and splendid,
he'd give a man both fright and fight.
His parents gave him fifty ships
with fifty soldiers each. To kill he's
ready at last; his troops equips--
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

But long before his ships reach Troy
some of them wash up on the coast.
Town's army come to attack our boy.
Achilles wounds the chief his host
before misunderstanding's smoothed.
Oracle says he'll cure the ill he's
done. He'll not. Odysseus has soothed--
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

The wound Achilles gave the chief.
Then they sail on. The men soon grumble.
To quiet them, our boy turns thief,
sacks cities where no gang sought rumble,
takes noble Chryseis as sex slave
even though trying to force his will he's
caught with Prince Troilus, none can save.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Some say Chryseis was a queen;
more say a girl with golden hair.
The richest ransom they'd ever seen
her father brings to reclaim her care.
King Agamemnon, born accurst,
surely gives such a girl the willies;
of her abusers, might not be worst.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Briseis, noble though not royal,
spends the nights in Achilles' tent,
though that was not enough to spoil
his lust for Troilus. When he sent
for Chryseis, to return for ransom,
great love for her's claimed by Achilles.
Later he favors Ag, the handsome.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Nevertheless they're only women.
Chryseis for Briseis once traded,
Achilles sulks, his ships' sails trimming,
lust for fair fights (if any) faded.
He loved Briseis more than life!
He orders faithful silly-billies:
Turn back to his own home and wife.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

The war is going against the Greeks!
Odysseus sends to Achilles' truelove,
through all these years and months and weeks
while he's been bedding every new "love":
Patroclus, faithful as a dog:
Can anything cure the ill will he's
wallowing in like a bloated hog?
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

"I'm off to war," Patroclus says.
"We promised we would fight; let's do it."
Achilles clings to his sulking ways.
Patroclus goes to Troy, falls to it.
He's not too old to go out fighting.
Doing what he's come to do--to kill--he's
felled at last, though tough as a Titan.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Some say we know good things when they're past.
Word that he's lost Patroclus forever
stirs up Achilles to fight at last.
Cowardly yet still strong and clever,
he kills the river-god who complains
entire troops of slaughtered ghillies
choke river bed and block the plains.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Was he impervious to injuries,
or had he learned a way to heal them?
Though he was trained as healer, he's
portrayed as if he just didn't feel them.
Was it heart, liver, or lung, or heel
the arrow struck at the final kill? He's
never a healer, always a heel.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Dante said he saw him down in Hell,
bound in the Circle of Lust forever.
Shakespeare said he didn't fare so well,
claiming a victory while he never
fought, even in the final battle,
but chose another boy to fill his
bed, and would kill him should he tattle.
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

Socrates said that between two liars,
Odysseus is Achilles' better
because his knowing the truth inspires
him to unleash lies without fetter--
Say what?--What an odd Greek idea!
Apollodorus gives final thrill: he's
seen Achilles in Hell, bound to Medea!
Who'd ever want to play Achilles?

To be fair, most of the sources Robert Graves consulted did say some good things about Achilles, other than that he fought hard and dirty when he ran out of excuses. But not many, and I've never found them very convincing. Many men and women, on both sides, are portrayed as heroic in the Iliad. Achilles is portrayed as, at the very best, a spoiled brat; more often a monster of selfishness, lust, and violence.

It used to be obligatory for all writers to write things that showed that they'd read ancient Greek literature, if only in translations. A simplified, heavily censored, age-appropriate version of Graves' Greek Myths was given to my classmates and me in grade eight; I found the real book in the school library; it was my first real study of "adult" themes of vengeance and perversion, and, as such, not a favorite book but one that fascinated me. I still don't like ancient Greek literature because of the bizarre moral sense, the misogyny, and the preposterous claim that those savages in ancient Greece were the only people "civilized" enough to be "really human." I have, however, read some of it--beyond Graves.

For those who haven't, the unexplained characters in this poem are:

1. Clytemnestra: Married to King Agamemnon, who led a different army to the same war with Achilles, leaving one of his cousins to guard the palace and her. Clytemnestra might, some think, not have turned against her husband until she heard that he'd sacrificed their daughter Iphigenia as a burnt offering. Then she seduced her husband's cousin, offering to help make him king in Agamemnon's stead. When Agamemnon came home they prepared a nice bath to rest his weary feet, and when he was naked and relaxed they burst in and murdered him. Some say Clytemnestra was excused for this, in ancient Greek thinking, because she had to avenge her daughter.

2. Thetis: She was described as a nymph rather than a goddess, but as having Olympian "blood." Some say it was her refusal to have sex with Zeus or Apollo, while living with a human man as his wife, that kept her from being taken to Mount Olympus herself. The Iliad says she dipped the infant Achilles in the river Styx to give him invulnerability; other sources say it was fire. When Achilles was sulking in his tent and praying for Troy to win the war, he was praying to Thetis.

3. Agamemnon, himself: He hoped, by valor in battle, to atone for some part of the curse on his family that was believed to have been incurred by his father and uncle having had a sort of competition to see who could do more of the things ancient Greeks considered immoral. He was a good soldier who killed his share of Trojans. Some even claim that he might not have raped Chryseis or Briseis, though this is hard to believe. Most enslaved Greek women worked in homes or on farms and were supervised by the lady of the house, but the ones taken in war had no female supervisors or companions and no legitimate housework to do; if not being held for ransom they were sex slaves. Some claim he boasted about owning Chryseis and preferring her to his rightful wife. Everyone agrees that he raped Cassandra. In ancient Greek thinking that wasn't considered to be why he deserved what he got; rather, he deserved what he got simply because he was a son of Atreus. It was Atreus, not Agamemnon, who killed two infant sons of Agamemnon's uncle Thyestes and served them to Thyestes as roast pork. (Eating human flesh, especially of a relative, was believed to incur a lifelong curse; cannibals could atone only by dying.)

4. Troilus: A prince of Troy, but he was killed while visiting a Greek city in the company of Tenes, a son of Apollo. Sources differ only on whether Achilles murdered Troilus before or in the process of raping him. The crime occurred in the temple of Apollo. Where Tenes was at the time is not recorded. In ancient Greek thinking this made Achilles merely an "over-enthusiastic lover" and was never mentioned as a cause of the Trojan War. Some, however, say Achilles then fell in love with Troilus's sister Polyxena, because she looked like him, and demanded Polyxena in marriage after killing (or having his troops kill) their father in battle. Others say he demanded her as a bride for his son. There is some dispute about whether Polyxena participated in the killing of Achilles and then committed suicide, or demanded that the Greeks kill her as a princess rather than taking her home as a slave. Anyway she didn't survive.

5. Medea: She came in another story, supposed to have happened earlier. On learning that her husband had cheated on her she killed her own babies and served them to her husband as stew. Apollodorus thought she was the sort of partner-for-afterlife Achilles--why not Atreus?--deserved. In ancient Greek thinking what Medea did was wrong, but only to be expected, since most women were neither moral nor intelligent. 

The mother of Achilles' children may have been just one of seven princesses and their slaves, or more than one; her or their names were given as Deidamia, Iphigenia, or Pyrrha. Some say Pyrrha ("redhead") was just a nickname for Deidamia, Iphigenia was an error, and Achilles and Deidamia were married legally, though secretly. Some say Pyrrha was what Achilles was called when disguised as a girl; some say he was called Cercysera or Aissa. Some say that Iphigenia was the mother of the children and Deidamia adopted them when Iphigenia was killed.

The Titans were legendary giants from the past. The ancient Greeks were not exactly midgets--going by skeletal remains, the average height was about 5'6-8" for men, 5'2-3" for women, which put them well ahead of the ancient Egyptians and probably the ancient Israelites--but they wrote as if they all wished they were taller, the way they believed their gods and ancestors were. The "giants" in their legendary past might have been 6' tall, like Greeks who grew up on a modern high-protein diet today. According to Wikipedia one skeleton said to have been a "very tall" man would have been 5'10". 

The river-god's name was Scamander. One of the princes of Troy was called Scamandrus. So who knows.

Finally, although Cassandra is not really part of Achilles' story, she's certainly part of the Iliad. She was said to have red-blonde hair, grey eyes, and a "mannish figure" in youth, though motherhood filled out her figure. In the Iliad she has a juicy part a good actress could interpret in several ways, with plenty of nuance. Why Ellen/Elliot Page didn't want to play her, rather than Achilles...well...playing Cassandra would require acting talent, at least to choose a way to play the role and stick to it. Playing Achilles merely requires a person to act like a spoiled brat, and/or liar, coward, traitor, thief, and pedophile depending on how much time on stage Achilles gets.

And such were the foundations of our civilization...but without the Jewish, indigenous American, and Engllish Quaker foundations as well, our civilization would never have come as far as it has done.