Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Web Log for 4.27.26

(Apologies for the incomplete Petfinder Post. We didn't have a real power outage during the night. We did have a storm that was close enough to the house that I disconnected the computers and slept late.)

Fashion Disasters

Madonna Ceccone, a leader of the long-gone fad for "the lingerie look," apparently accepted a dare bet from a younger singer and appeared on stage in a girdle almost but not quite matching one of Sabrina Carpenter's, who is probably too young to be Madonna's daughter. Sabrina may have been born blonde, though her hair looks lightened. Madonna, at 67, never was credible as a blonde and now looks proud of her black roots. Apart from that both look toned and tanned enough to wear the lingerie look in public and look...I don't know. Drunk and disorderly rather than like professional hookers? Tasteless rather than disfigured? Stupid rather than fat? Not the way I want a niece and myself to look, but not bad?

Attention baby-boomers! Yes, some of us 55-to-80-year-olds do look better in bikinis than some 19-year-olds we've seen. But we're old enough to know about mosquitoes and melanoma, and cover up when we come out of the water, anyway.

Click here to see video clips of the two lovely idiots. (You always wondered what Fenimore Cooper's phrase would look like in the real world, didn't you? Here it is.)


Someone else posted on X about hating Ilhan Omar's headscarves, because she wears them so well and might make adopting sharia-compliant clothing a fad into which American women might be led as a step in the direction of becoming a Muslim country. I think the only way to stop the US becoming a Muslim country is for more of us to be overtly Christian--in ways that acknowledge the humanity of, even express loyalty to, all of the allegedly natural descendants of Abraham through Hagar, Sarah, and Keturah, and their right to separate themselves from us to practice their different beliefs if they so choose

I think, whatever Minnesotans may decide about Omar's right to stay in Congress or in Minnesota, we can all recognize her scarves as a celebration of her Somali heritage, in the way we recognize saris, when we see them on US streets, as a celebration of people's Indian heritage. Thumbs up on Ilhan Omar's enjoying the (mixed) blessings of being young and cute and Somali. None of my own nieces has any business appropriating her exotic culture but I hope we can all agree that Omar's baby face does a lot for a headscarf.

Music

"Monday." 


George Harrison.


Cream.


The Byrds.


I think the band call themselves Hava Nagila.


Riffing on the classic tune:


LOL! Imagine a grown man telling someone else to cook breakfast when he's already out of bed!


The Grateful Dead.


New York City 

Wailing on the yuppermost tiers of yuppie affluence! Mamdani carries out his mandate from his electorate by at least trying to move a shelter for homeless men into a posh neighborhood! He said he'd do this, and other things the yuppies won't like. If they seriously don't want these things done, bleep did they vote for Mamdani?


Sensitivity 

No links here because the people involved don't deserve them. I'm seeing more overt race hate, and more sex-based hate of various kinds, on the Internet these days. It doesn't read as if people's real thoughts and feelings are finally coming out into the light, either. It reads as if people who've tried to believe that God hath made of one blood all nations of men are feeling hurt and scared, retreating back to old dead expressions of bigotry. 

This web site's page view count dropped, maybe because it was a weekend, maybe because people didn't like something I'd said about Black students saying vile things about all White people even including their own mothers.

I am not complaining about the usual, understandable things even White students are likely to say the first time they read certain unavoidable historical facts...not even so much about slavery, which was global. (Slave traders probably sold more European slaves in the Arab and African countries, over time, than African slaves in North America, simply because the market existed longer.) Reading about how our European ancestors (in the collective sense, thank goodness, not mine personally) "conquered" North America by cheating and lying and bringing in diseases, and calling it bringing in the Christian religion, was what made my brother and his biracial school friends form their Hate Your White Self Club. I don't think it's altogether unreasonable to say: "I hate what my ancestors did. I wish I weren't  descended from people like that." (Or: "I'm glad my ancestors came later and weren't part of that." Or: "If my ancestors had to be either slaves or slavemasters, I'm glad they were slaves.") 

I am not saying that Black students are not entitled to call out the disgusting historical racism they do not personally remember, when they learn about it. Nor that they're not entitled to call out the acts of ignorance that have hurt them. There was a little triracial girl who, if she'd been expected to live longer, might have become my legal stepdaughter; one of my husband's students, born with major disabilities that included inability to speak. Her real name was of Cherokee origin.  She had a permanent tan and big hair. The first year or two I knew her, she knew me, and waved and smiled when she saw me. Then came the summer a White nurse tried to "process" her hair, rather than simply conditioning and combing it as anyone with any sense could have done. She spent a lot of time at Johns Hopkins being treated for chemical burns. She stopped smiling at me. She had learned to hate the sight of anyone who was not positively Black. I never blamed her, at all. If she'd lived to grow up I would have hoped to see her work through the memories of this childhood trauma and overcome the prejudice she'd formed.

I'm talking about the videos that are being posted where Black Americans are snarling, "Kill all the White people." So far I've not seen videos where White Americans are ranting about killing all the Black people, which is a point in White Americans' favor. I am seeing a resurgence of bigoted remarks on X and in forums. If called out the authors of these remarks will say "Oh I don't mean all Black people, I mean big-mouth jackasses like that braying fool over there." But things like comments about convicted murderers who "all seem to look alike," because so many murders have been committed by Black Americans recently--never mind the wide range of actual skin colors, hairstyles, body shapes and so on. I don't see much resemblance between the lunatic who killed Iryna Zarutska and the moron who most recently tried to kill Donald Trump, and don't believe most White people do, either.

I don't think anything should be censored from adults. Calls for violence should be published and taken seriously by law enforcement. Those "Kill all the White people" scenes should be followed by video coverage of how the fool was cuffed'n'stuffed and thrown into jail during an intensive investigation of all his social contacts to determine whether he was part of a violent gang, or was just being drunk and disorderly. Those security video clips of how Iryna Zarutska was murdered for no reason by an oversize paranoid-schizophrenic case ought to have been followed up, by now, with video of how the #MadMan was literally thrown into solitary confinement and told, "If you're a good boy you might get to come out and watch television with the other monkeys in here...some day, after the doctor takes off those naughty paws." 

I do think that students ought to be learning about the values of politeness and reasoned discourse, not given platforms for spewing hate, even when they read about things that naturally do cause all the White students to "show blood in the face." I think they ought to read Thomas Sowell's historical study of relations between majority and minority groups of humans, worldwide, for perspective. I think they ought to read Sowell's early essays, too, and know: he was not a sycophant trying to relieve his patrons' White guilt; he was a conscious, outspoken, but sane, Black man who found a lot of real racism to call out, and did call it out. In a nonviolent, ethical, humane way.

I don't think it would hurt anything for all of us, of whatever race, sex, or religion, to apologize on behalf of the selfish aggressive dominance-seeking part of us that could become a slavemaster, to the weak unthinking part of us that could become a slave. For, like Jung's hypothetical masculine and feminine souls, those capabilities are built into all of us humans.

I think Black students should be encouraged to focus on finding ethical solutions to society's problems--and, after reasonable preparation and demonstration of competence, on leading society to solve them.

Book Review: Crossroads

Ttile: Crossroads 

Author: Irene Hannon

Date: 2003 (Harlequin), 2022 (Irene Hannon)

ISBN: 9781970116137

Quote: "I guess this is what they call a happy ending, isn't it?"

Of course it is. In the sweet romance genre a happy ending is obligatory. Single mother and son's sympathetic school principal, who happens to be widowed. You know where this must lead.
 
I'm not really qualified to judge the substantial content of this romance--the bonding between the boy and his future stepfather and step-uncle. Single mothers have, however, rated this book high. As a Harlequin paperback it won awards. The new version has been revised and updated.

Petfinder Post: Australian Shepherds and Tabby Cats

"and Thursday is National Tabby Day"

That's what the first five readers of this post saw, and that's all they saw. I apologize. Normally I stay awake at night and write these Petfinder Posts in the wee sma' hours of the Tuesday mornings. This morning, about the time when I should have clicked on the Petfinder tab Google has learned to offer whenever I open a page in Chrome, a big loud thunderstorm blew in. Rain! Hurrah! I unplugged and covered up all the computers, went to bed, and slept. When I woke up my little note to myself had been published...and it was time to do something else. It's cyberspace. It's still egg on my face, but we learn to wash it off.

Meanwhile, the rain was badly needed and has also highlighted the damage done by poison sprays that lingered in the air, making it painful for me to sit on my own porch and groom my own long-haired cat, who has been wailing aloud from frustration. The hedge is green, now, rather than merely "spring green," at last! Beautiful! And those new green leaves show that horrible "cupped" shape plants show after exposure to dicamba. The Bad Neighbor has sprayed enough of that poison into the air to choke a cow, and for more than two weeks we didn't even have rain to wash it down...into the water people in Tennessee will now have to drink. I beg your pardon, Tennessee readers. This guy was a lousy creep while living in Tennessee, too, even if he has acknowledged a son from whatever relationship he had with a Tennessee woman--after having killed the one child he had in Virginia, and her mother, and at least four more close relatives and some neighbors, by reckless endangerment. If you want to give him a good bath in the Tennessee River, e-mail me. I feel much, much more energetic than I've felt for most of the month of April, though still coughing and bleeding and puffed up with inflammation. I'm now breathing at 80 to 90% of capacity, and I'd be delighted to help.

Anyway, this web site is still moving through a series highlighting dog breeds that some European busybodies have said ought to go extinct. This week we consider one of the most appealing dog breeds ever developed and why so many of them languish in shelters; we also consider tabby cats.

What makes Australian Shepherd dogs so appealing?  

Unlike Australian Cattle Dogs, which have Australian aboriginal canine DNA, Australian Shepherds weren't even bred in Australia. For many years they were "Only In California." They were bred in the US to have a look Americans find prettier, but with the genetic potential for those distinctive "marle" colors that suddenly look less appealing when you learn that they're produced by a lethal gene.

Some early posts at this web site were produced from the home of an Australian Shepherd I used to dog-sit. I am not impartial. In addition to having a gorgeous fluffy marle coat and the long plumy tail that, to my eyes, completes the look, the dog Sydney was clean, quiet, and clever as a cat, loved to be groomed, and liked to walk with me for a good brisk mile or two. I think she was an awesome dog. 

Sydney might have been exceptionally awesome but the American Kennel Club describes this breed as smart, work-oriented, and exuberant. They are "lean, tough ranch dogs" often employed in rodeos because, for them, being allowed to work at herding anything--including their humans!--is a favorite reward. The individual dogs who don't show effects of the lethal gene tend to be healthy and, although they normally weigh 40 to 65 pounds, a size that would be expected to live 5 to 10 years, they normally live 12 to 15 years. (Fun fact: an Aussie was the oldest dog to win a national AKC dog athletic trophy, at the age of 15.) They need plenty of exercise, at least one or two hours a day; they love to run and will run, walk, jog, or hike with you. To be really satisfied they also seem to need a job and, if they're not employed herding animals or baby-sitting children, the AKC advise that they be trained as athletes, because you don't want to let them feel bored. They need humans who know how to train them and animal companions who respect their intelligence. 

Normally they're sweet, gentle pets who enjoy being groomed and hanging out with the tough, athletic humans who ought to own them, but they protect their friends! Those sweet friendly faces can look horrific in minutes if they think anyone is a threat to their family. They can "herd" their humans with growls and nips if the humans let them, too. A badly treated Aussie is dangerous and can have to be put down, even though the majority of Aussies are remembered as perfect pets by grieving humans (like Barb Taub). They are usually good pack leaders for other dogs and day care providers for children. 

So why do so many of them land in shelters? 

Because a lot of humans do not deserve to live with these dogs. Can't keep up with them. Don't want to be bothered to train them to do their jobs. Given a chance, before its pawsonality is ruined by boredom, discouragement (unemployed Aussies probably feel rejected), and misunderstanding, an Australian Shepherd will just run off and look for a better home.

The sight of a miserable, chained-up, unkempt Aussie behind somebody's house, starved or stuffed into a passive depressive condition, is not uncommon and has been known to make some humans aggressive. So far the ones associated with this web site have not become violent, but they have given out some tongue lashings and demanded custody of those dogs! Claudia Greco once joked that a place to look for old-line Virginians was "Out ruling." Most of us don't think it's our business what other people do, most of the time. Nevertheless you do not want our Lisiwayu to catch you mistreating a dog. (There's a reason why her screen name means "Grandmother Wolf.")

Do not try to buy or adopt an Australian Shepherd if you're not committed to doing the thing right. All active intelligent people who work with these dogs love them--even if they get a "bargain-priced" puppy who may suffer from disease and disability conditions produced by the gene that causes the gorgeous multicolored coat colors. If you are not active or intelligent the dog will be miserable with you, will probably despise you, and, though they seldom really bite anyone who's not trying to harm a friend, will start herding you with friendly nips (which may draw blood) in an effort to motivate you to be more of what a human ought to be.

But of course this web site is primarily addressed to people who are active and intelligent enough to keep up with an Australian Shepherd dog if, considering the matter responsibly, they commit to adopting one.

About that lethal gene... 

The marle color effect is produced by a gene that blocks the development of some parts of the dog. In healthy Aussies the gene affects only some of the hairs, producing pure white spots and spots where normal-colored hairs and white hairs mix, resulting in a strong, healthy, peculiar-looking dog. In less fortunate Aussies the list of conditions it can produce includes, but is not limited to, blindness, deafness, epileptic seizures, brain damage, defective hip and leg joints, and conditions that cause puppies to die young. It's as nasty as the Manx gene is in cats, and many Aussies have defective tails, too. A short or missing tail has traditionally been considered a feature in this breed; the tailless dogs can do their jobs and the ones with fluffy tails have even had their tails cut off so they'd look like the others, but it's one more part of the dog that may fail to develop normally due to a lethal gene.

Dog breeders would prefer that all pet dogs be sterilized in any case so that people have to buy more pedigreed dogs from them. I don't like that way of thinking about animals, but it is cruel to let marle-colored Aussies breed with each other. The rescue dogs featured here have already been sterilized and, with Aussies, that's usually the best thing. The dogs are frisky enough without adding sex hormones to the mix.

So you want to adopt an Australian Shepherd dog.  

Being active and intelligent, you can also afford a steady supply of good quality dog food. You have a big yard or, better yet, a field. Once Aussies claim a place as their home they'll stay and guard it, but neighbors will want you to have a fence. Don't even bother with a meter-high burglar-tripper. Aussies can jump four feet, easily. The same rule applies to walking. Once the dog decides to claim you as a friend it will move at your pace, at your heel, in its loyal and loving way, without any leash, but while training a puppy and in order to reassure the neighbors you need a good strong leash and collar. 

The Aussie's recent ancestors, English Collies and various Spanish herding dogs, lived outdoors or in barns and sheds, insulated by their long thick coats. Unless you have livestock it can herd into pens and sheds, your Aussie is likely to want to stay near you and guard you while you sleep. Dogs have a different sleep cycle from humans, which is useful in primitive conditions. You might as well plan to adjust your sleep cycle in such a way that you can get up in the night when the dog does. Aussies are clean dogs who like to move a good distance away from where they sleep to bury bodywastes, and they are never going to sleep six or eight hours at a time without a good brisk walk at "zero-dark-thirty." On very long, dark, cold winter nights they may want to go outside twice.

The breed is said to do pretty well with only occasional baths and a good thorough brushing twice a week, but in warm weather, when the coat sheds, regrows, and harbors fleas, you'll probably want to brush and comb your pet daily. It's a great way to bond and relax, after a good run and a nice light meal, out on the back porch. Or the coat can be clipped.

Then again, maybe you don't. 

Any "shepherd" breed of dog is just too much dog for some people to handle. So far we've talked about stupid lazy people who bought Aussies and couldn't keep them, and active and intelligent people who love them. Some readers may have been wondering when I was going to cool down, because the way some people mistreat their "shepherds" does heat up my blood, and consider people who are active and intelligent and also have physical disabilities. Actually "shepherd" type dogs have often been trained to work for people who have some kinds of disabilities, as service dogs, but those individual dogs are not found in shelters. 

Readers often say they hope all our photo contest winners find good homes but they, personally, already live with cats and dogs. Or they have disabilities. Or they live in different countries. Or they are students and have nowhere to keep a pet. This web site does not hold that against anybody.

The purpose of posting shelter pets' pictures on the Internet is, primarily, to encourage people to share them everywhere and encourage people who can adopt a pet to consider a shelter pet. Petfinder used to have a button that, when pressed, would post to social media pages, "Have you ever seen such a perfect [type of animal]?" above the photo. 

But now an increasing number of organizations are adopting new ways to place more animals in good homes. If you're not sure you want to adopt the animal, which is not unreasonable in the case of herding dogs, many organizations will let you "foster" the animal--keeping it at your home, rather than in a cage in the city pound. What the organization pays for, while the animal is still up for adoption but is living with you, varies from organization to organization. Usually they supply food and pay veterinary expenses for as long as you agree to take the animal out to meet prospective adopters. Smaller, poorer groups may pay for rabies shots and spaying/neutering only, leaving it up to you to feed the animal or pay for other veterinary treatment it may need. You still have to pay for the animal when you decide you can't bear to part with it, but you get to know it, over time, just as if you were adopting a friend's puppy or kitten. This is a good way to confirm that you can handle a tough active dog.

If you know for sure that you can't even foster an animal, and none of your social media connections can either, and you still want to help, another possibility is to sponsor the animal. This helps the organization keep animals out of high-kill shelters without demanding enormous adoption fees, so ordinary working parents can afford to adopt them. Organizations that process sponsorship plans may accept small donations toward the animal's expenses, or accept full payments and let a deserving family adopt the animal free of charge. If I could afford to do this, I'd pay the full adoption fee for someone I knew, without the organization knowing that I knew the adopters, in order to confirm that the organization processed the money honestly--at least the first time.

So. Finally. On to the actual dogs, and the tabby cats, in honor of Tabby Cat Day.

Zipcode 10101: JD from Texas by way of New Jersey 


Mostly white, with a short coat and short tail, JD may not be show quality but he's known to be a nice pet dog who gets along well with cats and children. He may compete with other male dogs for status, but seems to get along with female dogs. His adoption fee reflects veterinary bills as well as transportation.

Zipcode 20202: Helen from Memphis by way of Arlington

The adoption fee is already steep and it does not include transportation. As shown, Helen was rescued as a nursing mother, probably thrown out of a previous home for the unauthorized pregnancy. She is still described as a hopeful, friendly pup. They will not bring her to Arlington to meet you. They want to confirm that you own a house with a big fenced yard before the deal goes down, but they can't stay in Arlington and meet you on the Five Mile Run, not at the Shirlington Mile, not...Listen. People in Memphis know they're more than a day trip away from DC but they just absolutely love to be considered as a place for people from DC to take their long-weekend road trips to. A bus ticket from DC to Memphis used to cost half as much as one from DC to Kingsport, although Memphis is twice as far away, because Memphis used to subsidize visits. That cross-pollination of musical cultures and upscale Black young people was probably a top concern, though they're not prejudiced and like White tourists too. So you should go to Memphis, take a copy of the lease or title to your home and a photo of the big fenced yard, and meet Helen there. 

Admittedly she does not really catch the eye as being an Australian Shepherd but, also undeniably, she is a pretty dog.

Zipcode 30303: Gilly from Marietta 


There's not much of a story about Gilly. She has the slim graceful look an Aussie with a clipped coat should have, but she weighs 61 pounds. She might be an unauthorized crossbreed with a larger kind of dog. She is healthy and gets along well with dogs, cats, and children.

These are normal-looking dogs, you might mention. Mad mixes of color are on Petfinder, too, though they weren't photographed as well..."Most colorful" should be a separate contest.

10101: Pixy from Texas by way of Ridgefield 


It probably started with trying to herd the neighbors' "small livestock," then went on to worrying them. Pixy is for adoption in neighborhoods where there are no small livestock.

20202: Lopez from DC 


This stray dog has learned the benefits of eye contact with humans. He's had some basic dog training and would like to find a permanent home and job.

30303: Denver from Chattanooga 


He's a mixed breed. Sometimes mother dogs decide to euthanize puppies because the puppies, the mother dog, or both are very sick. Possibly starting with him because he looked like his father, Denver's mother tore his face off. Humans kept him alive. He's described as very human-friendly.

Now the tabby cats...Gray tabby cats are the most common type. They can linger in shelters just because they look so ordinary. Their coats were actually designed to fade into the background, to provide camouflage for hunting and hiding. We notice black, white, orange, calico, and Siamese-pattern cats because they're different. We sometimes have to learn to notice gray tabbies because they're lovable animals.

10101: Miles from Hoboken 


Outdoor cats usually aren't born in January, but we had a long January thaw this year and already surplus kittens are in shelters. Miles is just another surplus kitten. Con suerte people can at least appreciate his blotched tabby coat. If you don't live with another cat, the organization will insist that you adopt another kitten so he'll be able to play naturally, grabbing, slapping, and chomping a sibling who enjoys blocking his moves, rather than making unsatisfactory substitutes of things like books and shoes. 

20202: Silverbell from DC


Note how subtle her stripes are, how youll be able to pick her out in a crowd? Silverbell is on the pudgy side due to her job. She works as a hostess in a Cat Cafe. Convince them that you have a good home waiting for her. Hostess cats, like the rest of us, face fierce competition for our jobs these days.

30303: Pokey from Atlanta 


The Atlanta Humane Society. I apologize. Anyway Pokey is one of those tiny kittenish adult cats who learn to make being tiny and timid work for them. She acts intimidated by other cats and scared of noises like vacuum cleaners, and probably will be really scared when adopted into a new home. Give her time. She likes attention, as most cats do, when you wait for her to come around and call for it.

Alternate: Amy from Atlanta 


Cats have their own kind of coronavirus. This little alley kitten almost died of it. She's deaf, but she's a tough little thing. She is still growing and likes to have other kittens, even puppies, to play with. Because she's deaf and cats rely on hearing for so much, the organization doesn't say "and never let her go outside alone," but I'll add that. 

Monday, April 27, 2026

Link Log for 4.26.26

Microsoft stole between 3 and 4 hours of my time so far. How much has it stolen from you? Shouldn't that be the new greeting routine in cyberspace?

Loony Left Violence 

A Kamala Harris fanboy broke into the White House correspondents' dinner party with the President, carrying a lethal weapon and raving about wanting to kill the President. He was a quiet "lone wolf" who didn't communicate his intentions, reporters say. Hello? He was a student who gave his hard-earned cash to Dowdypants. What further evidence of mental disorder does anyone need? Having a crush on a well-preserved celebrity is the sort of thing that happens when hormones hijack the young, but when they give politicians money...


Music 

At the Meow the writer known as Priscilla Bird posted a great improvement on the "Little Red Riding Hood" story. Songs baby-boomers posted as comments:



Does anyone want to look at snowscapes in spring? 


Same band: 


More snow:


The Beatles, one of their less overworked songs.


Politics 

Alan Dershowitz joins the Rs. I'm not too surprised. He always was an advocate for civil rights and civil liberties. He was the lawyer John Holt referred to homeschoolers when that was a battlefield. 

Napowrimo 28

Today's National Poetry Writing Month Challenge asks readers to imitate a few features from a poem called "There Should Always Be Two": write a poem in which all the stanzas have the same number of lines, which tells the reader how to do a thing. I chose to invent a form I call the Bicouplet.

There should always be two stanzas
(flinging rhyme like little lances)

And each should be two lines long
(chiming like a little gong). 

Book Review: Rhinestone Cowboy

It's a rerun. This is one of the early posts that have been pulled down and are being reinstated.

Book Title: Rhinestone Cowboy

Author: Glen Campbell with Tom Carter

Date: 1994

Publisher: Villard / Random House

ISBN: 0-679-41999-3

Length: 241 pages of text, with foreword and discography

Quote: "One of the many characteristics of a chronic cocaine user is that he lies about his use, and I was no exception."

"Christians aren't perfect, just forgiven" could be Glen Campbell's slogan for this book. The only "country-western" singer of the 1960s to have a composition ("Less of Me") reprinted in a Seventh-Day Adventist hymnal, Campbell was on his fourth legal marriage when he wrote this memoir, and had chosen to publicize his use of cocaine as an explanation for some of his bizarre behavior--including attempts to preach and evangelize while "high."

Although Campbell had already become infamous in "family values" circles for the song "Gentle On My Mind," whose words celebrate an apparently illegitimate relationship, he was married when he sang it. He even married four of the five women with whom he lived. The emotional connection with "Gentle On My Mind" seems to have been his lifestyle of frequent travel as a soloist. (None of his four legal wives seems to have been a musician; Tanya Tucker had her own solo career to mess up with drugs.) And, after all, he tells us in Rhinestone Cowboy, he didn't write the song.

But he did have that affair with Tanya Tucker. There's quite a bit about her in the book. Campbell does not question her "official" age as being about half his age while they were together. Although Tucker's early performances were publicized as the efforts of a young teenager, she didn't look, sing, or act like one. I become suspicious when Campbell attributes Tucker's performing style to an earnest teenaged fan's attempt to sing like Elvis Presley. There was a resemblance all right...it's just that Elvis fans were more typically born in 1950 rather than 1960. When people who were born in 1960 were choosing our favorite pop singers, Elvis was fat.

The cocaine memories Campbell shares from this quasi-pedophilic relationship might have been chosen to help scare kids into sobriety. Cocaine was not a safe way to get "high"; it was a way to feel "strung-out" and act stupid. Campbell shares lots of memories of his, Tucker's, and their other cokehead friends' stupidity.

To what extent does this confession restore the credibility one automatically loses by preaching under the influence of illegal drugs? Or, how much credibility did the Rhinestone Cowboy have to lose? Readers will have their own answers. However, Campbell's complaints about Christian-phobia do not rest on his own credibility alone. That section cites several published sources, and is worth reading.
 
What else is in this book? Some celebrity gossip about the singers and actors with whom Campbell worked, including John Wayne, Diana Ross, Frank Sinatra, and Elvis Presley. Some religious rhetoric, heroically frank in view of the anti-Christian bias of the industry in which Campbell was still working. Some memories about growing up in economically depressed Arkansas.
 
I think it's the current celebrity souvenir status of Rhinestone Cowboy (Campbell has finally retired) that's driven the price of this paperback so high. Maybe the book needs to be reissued.
 
Memoirs by people who've said no to cocaine certainly need to be in schools and libraries. When I was in high school, word on the street was that this drug was "safe" and non-addictive. Bosh. Although it's a concentrated extract of a natural herb, even in their natural state some herbs are deadly. Last spring, when Dennis Quaid discussed his post-cocaine experience with Newsweek, at a sponsor's request I collected a half-dozen celebrities who can testify that cocaine is harmful...
 
1. Quaid, in his Newsweek interview, called cocaine his "favorite mistake." "By the time I was doing The Big Easy, in the late 1980s, I was a mess," he said, but "those years in the '90s recovering really chiseled me into a person." Here's the original web link for the story: http://www.newsweek.com/2011/04/10/my-favorite-mistake.html. (The link worked on 2011/10/05.)

2. Although Glen Campbell continued singing after his cocaine years, he never had another hit song comparable with "Southern Nights," "Gentle on My Mind," or "Rhinestone Cowboy." Click here to hear what the drug did to his voice: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1067584.

3. Tanya Tucker still markets her own recordings through a website at which she briefly discusses her trip to the Betty Ford Clinic, in between memories of vintage recordings like "Delta Dawn" and promotion of her new album, "My Turn." Her site seems to be under construction.

4. In the early 1990s, Whitney Houston's drug problems were news. Almost 20 years later, Houston returned to the headlines as her daughter denied allegations that she too is addicted to cocaine. Apparently Bobbi Kristina "Krissi" Brown, daughter of Houston and Bobby Brown, was photographed by a National Enquirer reporter sniffing cocaine at a party.

Does everyone remember the series of Enquirer photos showing Osama Bin Laden sitting in a Las Vegas casino with his arms around sleazy-looking blonds? Does everyone remember how remarkable it was that as the other people in the casino seemed to move around, Bin Laden was in exactly the same position in every picture? Digital photography is a rapidly progressing field of technology; probably that photographer could make his victims appear to move around by now. Nevertheless, Houston apparently took the story seriously enough to order rehabilitation for Brown.

While typing this post, I searched "Bobbi Kristina Brown cocaine" for updates on the March news story about her being sent to rehab. No updates appeared as of October 5, 2011.

5. Trying to impress a connection, President Bill Clinton's brother Roger claimed that the future president had "a nose like a vacuum cleaner." No further evidence that Bill Clinton used cocaine has come forward. Roger served some time in jail for his own drug offenses, but although unfavorable reporters have been watching him, he's not been caught using illegal drugs since his release. What Roger Clinton has to say for himself can be found in his book, Growing Up Clinton.

6. One celebrity who claims to have recognized from the beginning that cocaine was an expensive, dangerous way to lower one's intelligence was Queen Latifah. In Ladies First, the Queen of Rap admits that when someone dipped a finger in cocaine and smeared it across her mouth at a party, she did feel "high"...but she realized that this was dangerous and stayed away from cocaine ever since.

Let's hope that everyone who reads this review, and these books, will be as wise as Latifah. According to Quaid, rehabilitation and recovery after heavy use of cocaine took five years...and feeling confident enough to discuss it took more than 10 years after that.

Butterfly of the Week: Tan Lady

Graphium simoni, the Tan Lady, is another butterfly that is very little known. It was described and listed as a species only in 1899. It is very similar to last week's species, Graphium schubotzi, and to more than a dozen other Graphium species; many sources currently list the count at sixteen species that, if they are distinct species, could probably be crossbred. It has a wide range, Cameroon, all three "Congo" nations, Nigeria, and Gabon, occasionally even Angola, but seems to be uncommon throughout its range.



Photo by Koenbetjes, October, Lompole in the Kinshasa region.

Most of the Internet pages that list this species are only lists of species. Some authorities list this one as a subspecies of Graphium ucalegon.


Photo by Koenbetjes, October, Oshwe in the Kinshasa region. All (four) digital photos of this species alive were taken by Koenbetjes at different places on what seems to have been the same tour.

As regular readers know so well by now, there is a whole family of butterflies who look very similar to the Swordtails except that they don't have sword-shaped tails on their hind wings. Because they were named by Victorian Englishmen, they are called Ladies, though most of the individuals photographed are found displaying typically male behavior.

That is to say, they are sipping water from sand. They like brackish water. All Swallowtail butterflies need some mineral salts in their all-liquid diet, but males actually drink salty or bitter water in order to accumulate surplus minerals that will be transferred to the females when they mate, thus allowing the females to live on clean water and sweet flower nectar alone. Males often gather at large puddles in large groups, but while some Swallowtails are comfortable in crowds that include dozens of their own species, others like to be the only male of their species within half a mile. This is a clue to what they eat and how abundant it is. Our Zebra Swallowtails avoid one another in most of their range, but relax and become gregarious in a few places where their host plant, the pawpaw tree, is very abundant. Similar dynamics seem to shape the behavior of their tropical "cousin" species.

Whatever Graphium simoni eat seems not to be abundant. Nobody mentions finding even small flocks of these little fellows. The one Koenbetjes found displaying his tan color was in a different park, miles away from the one showing his white band. 

Female Swallowtails may actually be far less numerous than males, in some species--in some animal species nature produces a lot of surplus males who die without reproducing. Or they may just be better at hiding in the tropical rain forest. The woods where they live are dense and not friendly to humans. The butterflies are dark-colored, like shade, and often flit through the tree canopy. Even if people see them, they're unlikely to get a clear photo. 

Nothing is known about the life cycle of Graphium simoni. Studying these likable butterflies could make some African student famous.

Sunday, April 26, 2026

Web Log Weekender for 4.24-25.26

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I've given up the blog and gone to the lake. So far I've not done that...but at some point I will.

Animals

"Birdsong is something that can be a vital part of your well-being for years without you noticing or appreciating it, like having intact internal organs."



Shared by Neithan Hador on the Mirror. Google says the picture was posted on Facebook, and warns that although any orphan chicks you adopt from Tractor Supply will probably enjoy snuggling under a feather duster, you have to watch to make sure they don't pull the feathers apart or pull the duster down on themselves, which could result in injuries.

Frugality

How NOT to set up a wood stove.


Lens says this one's been floating around the Internet for a long time, found on Facebook and even on Etsy (to illustrate an ad for a wood stove). In this case the source is thought to be known. According to the plagiarism-ware Lens has started shoving in front of the links, the photo was taken "by John Collier for the Farm Security Administration" in the 1940s and features Mrs. Boris Komorosky of Hartford, Connecticut, in her cozy-looking but unsustainable kitchen. I'm inclined to believe that this is accurate because "Mrs. Boris Komorosky" doesn't sound like a screen name.

* The stove needs a metal "pad" or "mat" under it to protect that wood floor.

* The stove should stand away from the walls, to prevent fires.

* That upholstered sofa should be at least as far from the stove as the cane-bottom chair. 

* And that light-colored wallpaper is going to look dreadful before springtime. Rooms with wood-burning stoves or fireplaces should have washable walls.

Men's Issues 

This is soooo wrong. Some people think the big political divide these days is between those who want to prop up the old, unsustainable Social Security scheme by bringing in immigrants, and those who want to prop up the old, unsustainable Social Security scheme by having too many babies. We can't afford either of those bad alternatives. We have to make plans for our old age that allow for the human population to shrink back to sustainable levels. We have to celebrate the fact that many young people aren't even waiting to have children, but ruling out the option. We have to want fewer and better, in the sense of healthier, grandchildren. 

Also wrong: the myth that, "biologically," if men hadn't done the engineering we'd still be living in caves. Only in a few human cultural groups have men done the engineering. In cultures where advanced architecture and mechanical science have existed, a minority of women have done a minority of the engineering. Most women who are free to cultivate their own talents have talents for other things, and women whose talents are for engineering have often been discriminated against, so it's remarkable that women have, nonetheless, built and designed things--houses, bridges, and machines. If men hadn't done the engineering, the things humans build to make our lives easier would probably be smaller, easier to manage (more rondavels, fewer skyscrapers), more slowly and thoughtfully worked out, and more sustainable. Male hyperactivity has blasted and zoomed further forward at a time, and often needed to take several steps back. Male hyperactivity has led to wars...without it, Europe might have achieved a civilized democracy, somewhere, by now.

And, for individual women, most disastrously wrong: Being chosen by a good woman to be a father has a stabilizing effect on some men, but it also turns mostly harmless slacker-boys into Deadbeat Dads. Once they're out of diapers, as the saying goes, nobody can change them. A man who already is stable, reliable, honest, loyal, and self-disciplined may be improved by marriage; a man who is impulsive, emotional, and self-centered will be totally "unmanned" by it, and run away--if not from the birth process, certainly from a teething baby. 

A better guide might be: Any masculinity that seriously considers doing what makes babies outside of marriage, or before the couple have saved enough money to afford the baby, or after the couple already have a baby, is toxic. A man whose attitude toward sex is irresponsible and irreverent needs celibacy, sometimes years of celibacy, and he may never mature into a responsible husband and father. The purpose of dating is to identify men who can make plans and stick to them, and, that done, identify men who need to hear the words "stop" or "no" more than once. If he's not on time for a date, no more dates for him. If he wants "more" demonstrations of affection, it's time to step back, blow him a goodbye kiss, and let him work on his relationship with himself.

If he scores high on reliability and self-control, he might be worth keeping. Jamie Wilson is right about one thing. A good man is one of the wonders of nature. Borders, in fact, on being a miracle.


Music 

One of the blog posts I read over the weekend explains why Seventh-Day Adventists love Handel's Messiah so. It quotes all their favorite Bible verses! 



From Handel I didn't dive directly into pop music--too much contrast--but eventually I did listen to this authentic 1974 digitized version of the background music that was piped into many stores in the 1970s. The person who shared it thought it sounded spooky. I think one particular tune sounds depressed, but I hear it as bland music, generally...


Then in the 1980s and 1990s some of us were interested in composing new "fusions" of traditional and original music, for contemporary or antique or electronic instruments, preferably a mix of all three. This set of tubular bells tunes is heavy on the contemporary side, but without putting the physical tubes up against someone's head before striking them, it's hard to go too far wrong with tubular bells.


Edward Elgar.


Horse.


Tom Petty.



Beethoven...but if you watch the video, the man appears to be playing the piano for a friendly elephant. I think it's real. If it's a computer simulation, it's well done.


Avishai Cohen.



Shmuel Perdnik. The words are Hebrew and, according to LyricsTranslate.com, they mean:

"I shall await the LORD,

I shall entreat his favor,
I shall ask Him
to grant my tongue eloquence.

I shall await the LORD,
I shall entreat his favor, ay ay ay
I shall ask Him
to grant my tongue eloquence.

In the midst of the congregated nation
I shall sing of His strength;
I shall burst out in joyous melodies
for his works.

In the midst of the congregated nation
I shall sing of His strength;
I shall burst out in joyous melodies
for his works.

(X3)
The thoughts in man's heart are his to arrange,
but the tongue's eloquence comes from the Lord.
O LORD, open my lips,
so that my mouth may declare Your praise.

I shall await the LORD,
I shall entreat his favor,
I shall ask Him
to grant my tongue eloquence."



Joshua Aaron. This is said to be a Hebrew version of the example prayer Jesus gave His disciples, "the Lord's Prayer." The original prayer was probably spoken in Aramaic, but was transcribed in Greek--in both cases the vernacular languages His mostly working-class disciples spoke on the street, not the classical Hebrew some of them learned at school. But if Jesus were here today, can anyone doubt that He would speak modern Hebrew?


Neil Finn.


Tom Goux.


Leonard Bernstein.


40 Fingers.


America. (Many nominations for Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs. Some people love it. I thought the tune was catchy enough to suspend judgment until I found an official statement whether the song is or is not about heroin, the "horse" that carries addicts into their dreams that start out so nice and then become nightmares. The writer's official statement is that it's about open-air meditation. Visions induced by desert conditions? Possible.)



The Stranglers' hard rock version of Patsy Kline's "Walk On By."


The Cars.


The Who.


John Anderson.


New York 

"Dirty Yankees" is acquiring a new meaning, we are told. The phrase used to refer to people who sewed their long woolen underwear up tight around the neck in September and left whatever remained of it on until Memorial Day. (Southerners tidied our graves. Northerners sent their underwear out to be burned while they howled and shivered through their first, some said their only, bath of the year.) I don't know. Maybe those people really existed at some place and time. New York State does regularly log the coldest temperatures in the 48 contiguous States.

But New York City, it seems, now has hordes of homeless people.

Most of Washington's homeless weren't as dirty as you might think. Trying not to be noticed as homeless made them careful. The city's full of stores, restaurants, libraries, gas stations, places where people can nip in and use the conveniences. Jars with tight-sealing screw-on lids made sleeping areas hard to find. 

In New York, it seems, the homeless are loud and in-your-face. Mayor Mamdani, chortles Joe Jackson, has put the P P in the Big Apple. Citations for public urination are forming a real crime wave.


Parenting


Google says: "The image was taken in St Petersburg, Florida, and was published in the St Petersburg Times in May 1969, featuring Mrs. T.R. Cronin. The photographer, Ricardo Ferro, titled the image "Is This Your Litter, Lady?""

Before people go into "how could she" mode, consider: Baby is at the age where Baby likes practicing standing up while bracing against things. Baby could be in an expensive "baby walker" frame that wouldn't move easily on grass, but instead Baby is in what happens to be available, free of charge, and to fit perfectly. This did not become a fad because the trend of the time was to attach litter baskets to posts sunk deep in the ground, to stop them blowing into windows in hurricanes, or being stolen... I've not seen one of those freestanding baskets in years. But when they were clean and empty they were pretty good frames for babies to practice standing up in. 

Note Baby's face...concentrating, learning, not protesting. If Baby had been turned toward Mrs. Cronin, yelling and waving to be let out and picked up, she would have picked Baby up or faced unpleasant social consequences. But Baby likes being where and doing what Baby is.

When one of you Nephews was a few months older than that infant, walking easily but not always understanding where you weren't supposed to walk, you had a "backpack." Your big brother had a backpack to carry his books to school, and you had one with strings attached to lead your mother, aunt, and grandmother all over town. As long as you stuck to public footpaths and walkways you were leading. When we balked and became hard to lead was when you started to walk out into traffic, or onto someone's property. 

You enjoyed using your backpack on walks with us, I'm glad to say, even after foolish people tried to tell you that you were "on a leash like a dog." I suppose, technically, a toddler harness does work like a leash for a dog...and so? How bad is that?