Thursday, May 2, 2024

Bill Busting 104: Cheap Cooking

For serious frugality, you need to learn how to do basic cooking, although you don't have to cook every single day. 

Eating habits are one of the most obvious examples of behavior that's not biologically sex-based, but is culturally gender-identified. Some people, most of whom are male, routinely pay to have food cooked for them. It might be cheaper and easier to prepare the same food at home, but these people drive out to restaurants, if only "fast food" restaurants, and pay to have someone else assemble a sandwich or heat up a bowl of (often canned) soup. Other people, in contrast, eat in restaurants only when friends (nearly always men) offer to buy these people (nearly always women) a meal, usually in order to have a family-friendly conversation, and expect themselves normally to cook "better" and cheaper meals at home. 

If you are looking at budget cuts or new expenses, it pays to think like the stereotypical woman. Every meal doesn't have to be a feast. In fact, some frugal women plan and shop to spend minimal time cooking huge batches of food they can freeze, in order to rewarm leftovers for the rest of the week. The purpose of eating is to fuel your body, not to "see and be seen." The time restaurant eaters spend in going to restaurants and waiting to be served can be more usefully spent cooking. 

What about "power lunches"? If your business really requires those, you can afford them. If you really are making sales to companies by eating in restaurants with business executives, learning to cook at home will make it easier to pay for essential "power lunches." But it's worth getting to know your prospective clients. Some of them, especially the ones with food sensitivities, hate eating in restaurants and would enjoy meeting with you more if you met for a walk or at least a picnic in the park.

Say no to restaurants when you want to be frugal. Likewise say no to "convenience foods" that sit in the supermarket promising to be like restaurant meals--they never really are, and the time you save isn't worth the money you waste. 

Frugal food is, of course, economical with time as well as money. It's your diet. You have to work out what works for your budget, your body, and any other bodies you may be feeding. Can you eat enough beans to make it cost-effective to buy and cook dry beans? Do you have a freezer, and a reliable enough source of electricity to make it cost-effective to pre-cook meals and freeze covered bowls for meals a week or two ahead? Do you save money by warming frozen meals n a microwave oven, or by not having a microwave oven? Baking your own bread, or not eating bread? How much of your own food will grow on your property? 

For maximum frugality, it helps to be familiar with the edible plants that grow on your property. If you have a flat, sunny back yard, you can probably raise your own corn, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, maybe lettuces, maybe peas, perhaps a few strawberries. If you have a shady back yard, those favorite plants will not grow well, and you may be overlooking the food crops your back yard already produces, like violets and chickweed. In fact most of the "weeds" in the garden are good snacks to graze on while waiting for the vegetables to ripen.

Few wild plants are so toxic that a nibble could kill a person (there are a few exceptions, like oleanders), but several are indigestible. Humans get no nutritional benefit from eating grass or clover, though some vitamins may be preserved in dried clover blossom tea. It's hard to overemphasize the importance of knowing what your soil is growing; daylily and iris plants look somewhat similar, but several parts of a daylily are good to eat, whereas iris plants have never tempted anyone to eat enough to make the person very sick. If people have not sprayed poisons on their gardens, most people could live for several weeks on their "weeds."

Some wild plants aren't cultivated because they offer little flavor or nutrition, and some because they offer more of either than most people can handle. To some extent this depends on where plants grow; soil, light, and water determine the biochemical composition of plant material. Some wild plants are so loaded with nutrients that you may have been warned that they'd make you sick. This "sickness" would be Vitamin C shock, which healthy people do not feel as "sickness." At worst Vitamin C shock causes a few extra trips to the bathroom during which large amounts of rotting food material may be flushed out of the intestines. This is a health-promoting process but it may be awkward in a business meeting. If this causes concern for you, nibble plants like chickweed carefully. You don't have to eat as much chickweed as you would eat iceberg lettuce. I usually eat ten or twenty chickweed sprigs as a light meal, or ten or twenty violet flowers. Extra calories come from other types of food like rice, beans, or nuts.

A frugal diet is not based on junkfood but, if you get adequate nutrients from fruits, vegetables, nuts, grains, and some animal protein, "road food" is not necessarily junk. Eating candy and chips for breakfast every day would add far too many calories from fat to anyone's diet. Eating candy or chips once a week, as an addition to a diet of raw plant material, may add just enough calories from fat to prevent an imbalance. Once you become accustomed to frugal habits of eating, your body will tell you when you can afford a high-calorie snack. 

However, frugal people's usual "fast foods" are not found in the snack aisles of grocery stores. The ones that do come from grocery stores may be packaged for "convenience," but the best bargains are often in the foods' natural form:

* Nuts (you may be able to save money by gathering wild ones)
* Sunflower seeds
* Pumpkin seeds
* Oranges
* Pineapple
* Melons
* Bananas
* Cucumbers, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Salad greens, ditto--leaves can be nibbled out of hands like chips
* Carrots, ditto
* Celery, ditto
* Parsley sprigs, ditto
* Small tomatoes, ditto
* Apples, pears, and peaches, ditto
* Grapes, ditto
* Strawberries, ditto
* Blueberries, huckleberries, or bilberries, ditto
* Raisins, prunes, and other dried fruit, ditto
* Dry beans and peas, cooked, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Rice and quinoa (you can get pre-mixed, pre-measured, microwaveable mixes if you insist)
* Oatmeal, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Potatoes, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Onions and garlic, if tolerated
* Vidalia onions, in season, if available 
* Air-popped popcorn (with sweet or savory dipping sauce, if you must)
* Puffed rice
* Oat cereal, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Puffed wheat, if your body digests it and if it's not exposed to chemical sprays
* Wholegrain crackers, as tolerated
* Fruit and nut spreads, if not exposed to chemical sprays
* Canned or frozen vegetables, reheated 
* Canned or frozen fruit
* Wholegrain breads, as tolerated
* Eggs

Although you probably don't want "WIC vouchers" (federal handouts for "Women, Infants, and Children" to use to buy specific "staple" foods) even if you qualify for them, it's worth looking for the WIC label in supermarkets. That label is applied to foods that have been rated the best nutritional bargains in their category, nationwide. In some times and places local products may be even better bargains but "WIC foods" are generally good deals for people who can eat those types of food. 

The drier you can learn to like sandwiches, and the more you can let salads dress themselves, the more frugal. Mayonnaise is the ultimate junk food; extra butter on sandwich bread is not much better. Some of the nutrients in a salad are easiest for some people to digest when taken together with a little fat, and adding nuts, meat, or cheese to the salad will supply that need and add nutrients, while adding oil merely adds calories and expense. Chewing dry food until saliva lubricates it makes the food easier to digest than lubricating it with oil does.

A frugal diet favors cold food in hot weather, hot food in cold weather. When you need heat anyway, you might as well cook on it. When you don't need heat, why cook? (Fresh corn on the cob begging to be grilled is a valid reason.) 

A frugal diet is not obsessively vegan and is unlikely to include any specialty "vegan foods" like the specialty breads guaranteed to have been baked in pans lubricated with vegetable oil only, unlike ordinary breads marketed with the claim that the cheaper vegetable oils have been flavored with an occasional trace of real butter. You can certainly save a lot of money when you realize that, although the human body does need some animal protein, and long-term vegans have usually depended on subterfuges like eating bread made of weevilly wheat or taking ground beef liver in tablets as "medicine," the human body does manufacture some of its own animal protein, so most healthy people can afford to go vegan for two to five years at a time. The body uses a lot of the other nutrients it requires to digest meat and milk products, and gets most of the protein and B-vitamins it requires by digesting the yeast organisms that might otherwise get out of balance inside the digestive tract. So it can be healthy and frugal to clean out your system by going vegan for a season, and no, this will not stunt your growth if you're still growing. 

(Yes, worried parents of vegan teenagers...Lack of nutrients can postpone growth for a few months, which is why some girl athletes eat special diets to supply strength and energy while delaying puberty, but in fact some teenagers put on healthy bone and muscle mass when they go vegan. Digesting that yeast can improve absorption of nutrients from other food. Every body is different. Teenagers who want to go vegan, or vegetarian, or dairy-free, for a few months are developing self-control as well as restoring a nutrient balance. As long as they're strong enough to do a reasonable amount of housework, this is good.)

Just by considering these ideas, most Americans can save a substantial amount of money on their food budgets. It's possible to go even further. Hot meals can be cooked off the grid--on the grill, over a trash fire, sealed in foil packets on the car's motor on a long road trip, on a room heater, in the fireplace, over a candle. The longest time I personally have lived on "weeds" almost alone (with two or three diversionary "meals" of chocolate-covered peanuts) was six weeks; I could have continued the diet for a few more weeks before symptoms of malnutrition would have appeared. Most people have missed a meal, or a few meals, because we felt tired or were busy or ran out of groceries the day before we went to the store; this does nobody any harm, and in fact, for people who are not diabetic or hypoglycemic or hypothyroid, fasting (water alone) for two or three days can be an easy way to save money, though it's not an efficient way to lose weight. 

This kind of thing, I think, should be considered hyper-frugal--things frugal people might do in an emergency, but not things to plan on making part of a permanent frugal lifestyle. However, choosing foods that deliver the best nutrition for the money, cooking them at home, or eating them raw, is already part of many frugal people's regular lifestyle. Why not make it part of yours? 

It should be mentioned that eating frugally is actually recommended by some doctors, for health reasons, when disease conditions are caused by an unbalanced diet. Reducing unnecessary expense does not mean depriving yourself of vital nutrients. On the contrary, if a frugal diet is chosen sensibly it is likely to be more nutritious than a more extravagant diet. I don't like recommending any dietary plan for everyone as if all bodies were equal, because they're not. I detest extravagant claims for foods or diets, which are usually based on what worked for one person, which then fails to work so well for other people. However, if the topic interests you and you have not already read Jethro Kloss's Back to Eden or John McDougall's McDougall's Medicine, you should read those books about what sound doctors--not quacks--were able to do with prescriptions that began with a frugal, mostly vegan diet. Dr. Kloss became my family's primary physician, posthumously, when I was in primary school--just old enough to read passages in Back to Eden myself--and he has served us well; years go by in between our visits to secondary doctors.

Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Villains I'd Root For?

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asked reviewers to discuss villains we'd root for instead of the protagonists.


It's an interesting way to read about lots of books and movies you might not have heard about before.'

What stuck in my mind was those top-secret reviews I did for an "inside" web site. One of the books that was a challenge to review featured an antagonist who created her world's biggest problem, apparently, by being a typical HSP who doesn't like people creeping up behind her to "surprise" her. Once I realized that THAT was being cast as the great original sin, yes, it was easy to root for that character against the whole rest of her fictional world.

I finally thought of stories where it is possible to root for the villain...to reform. Not to root for the villain against the protagonists, but to root for the villain against the conflict.

Silence of the Lambs, e.g. In both the book and the movie Hannibal is smart, snarky, and helpful to the protagonists. He has only one flaw--being a sociopathic cannibal. In real life people with that form of mental illness don't reform, but in fiction I could root for it to happen.

Or the whole Superman plot...I've read fanfiction where Lex Luthor became a supervillain because he had a hopeless crush on Clark Kent, when they were schoolmates. Getting the superhero to defeat him was the only way he could get Clark's attention at all. Well, too bad, Clark likes Lois. But Jimmy Olson can admit he admires Clark Kent, so why couldn't Lex admit that too? Stop being a supervillain, go with the flow, join the winning side, and play nice? These days, if that was all he wanted, he could even find a boyfriend who looks a bit like Clark and live happily ever after. Though I'll admit I never cared what Lex's problem was...I just wished the "Superman" TV series would reach an end so that that show wouldn't be competing with one I liked better, the year my brother and I had a lot of time to kill watching TV. If Lex had reformed, that would have put an end to the series!

Quite a lot of fictional series rely on the idea that the protagonist has an antagonist who resents the protagonist just because the antagonist envies the protagonist. While this doesn't really become a plot so much as it provides reasons for the protagonist to have adventures, and if the antagonist could become less hostile the series would end...ends to some TV series ("Lady Lovely Locks" comes to mind) could have come sooner than they did. 

In the Archie Comics books Veronica, at least, was an interesting character study, but other characters made it clear that the producers of the spin-off series did not just prefer blonde hair. They were positive bigots. Lady Raven Waves and just about all of Sabrina's antagonists were hostile, resentful, and envious entirely because they weren't blondes. It would probably have destroyed the whole Lady Lovely Locks world, and turned Sabrina's world upside down, if anyone had admitted that other color types can actually be more interesting even to look at than blondes are. And that would have been an improvement.

Talking of Olsons, why was Nellie Oleson so nasty in Little House on the Prairie? In the books her nasty family seemed to be stalking the Ingalls family on their travels. There was a real-life reason for that: whenever Laura Ingalls Wilder remembered an encounter with fellow "settlers" as unpleasant, she fictionalized the other people as the Olesons, giving Nellie and Willie and their parents another chance to show their disagreeable personalities and bad manners. There was apparently a lot of tension among "settlers" who were all living on the edge, resentment of the ones who had a little more than the others, so the Olesons got lots of lines in the books. They weren't based on a real family, but written in to obscure the identities of real people, some of whose identities weren't known and some of whom became family friends. In the TV series, Alison Arngrim was pretty and Katherine McGregor was a natural clown, so viewers loved to watch them behaving badly and producers gave them even more lines. Episodes and stories were written just for them! In real life, Alison Arngrim and Melissa Gilbert admitted they bonded by acting out all those quarrels; growing up, Melissa wasn't always nice any more than Alison was always nasty; they were just kids, and they became friends, The TV Nellie matured from being consistently mean and nasty to being the quintessential Worst Friend, consistently tacky, stupid, and pathetic. It's easy to understand why that was as much of an improvement as the TV show could allow her character. Viewers were at least thought not to want Nellie to become a good friend. It would have been a different TV series if she had. But would that series have been fun to watch, in its own way? Maybe.

The clear winner, in any survey of villains who readers wish would just reform, has to be Dracula. Consider all the vampire stories that reflect readers' and movie-watchers' wish that some vampires could be nice people! In the novel Dracula is pure evil, his quaint good manners a parody, but in the movies his being played by, well, movie stars made him attractive to some movie fans. What if vampires didn't rely on sinister hypnotic powers to attract victims to what would normally have revulsed them? What if they really were attractive people with the option of using their powers for good, being friends and having friends who could donate enough blood to keep the vampires alive without harming their friends? This trope has never really fascinated me but it made Twilight a bestseller.

Web Log for 4.30.24

Censorship 

A funny thing happened when, in the course of routine blog housekeeping, I reopened this long-past post.


Most of the links that were sent to me in the summer of 2011 are by now broken; this is normal, a cyberspace event known as link rot. If you click on most of the links that far back in the blog archive, you'll see pages telling you that the sites no longer exist. But this specific site does exist. The Treehugger blog became part of Dotdash Meredith, the huge corporation that now encompasses Better Homes and Gardens, Southern Living, and People and other big glossy magazines. And when I clicked on the article about the organic farmers suing for pesticide contamination of their products, it opened a page with three little words:

"Block--Not Acceptable"

Does this mean what it looks like? I'm afraid so. Dotdash Meredith has sold out to corporate censorship and suppressed stories about the damage "pesticide" poisoning does to genuinely organic farmers (remember, what's "US Certified Organic" is NOT necessairly "organically grown" and can only promise a little less chemical poisoning than the cheaper products--often not enough less poison that the products won't make you sick, if you're sensitive to a specific chemical e.g. glyphosate). Treehugger.com is still allowed to display Poison Green blather about "climate change," but content about what's really in "organic" food has been censored. 

What does this mean, Gentle Readers? It means it's a good idea to stop buying any of those slick magazines you may have been buying. Let Dotdash Meredith know that the mere idea of censorship automatically loses any debate by default. If chemical companies can't defend the use of their products in rational debate with peoiple who oppose the use of their products, they're admitting that their products are harmful and they know it. In order to restore any credibility, Dotdash Meredith needs to stop accepting advertisements from companies that want censorship, and stop censoring the content that made their magazines. Censorship is what's not acceptable.

Comedy 

Jerry Seinfeld calls out the serious problem in comedy these days.


Phonespeak

Even Twitter doesn't limit sentence length to the length of cell phone messages, any more--though that did prompt people to compose concise sentences on Twitter. May phonespeak rest in peace.



Book Review: Cave of Time

Title: Cave of Time

Authors: Luna Fox and F. Lowberry

Date: 2022

Publisher: Luna Fox & F. Lowberry

Quote: "Focusing his mind, he watched the water intently. Suddenly, a ball of water rose from the body of the running stream, separated from the water, and rolled around on air,

Luna Fox & F. Lowberry. Cave of Time - Luna Fox (Kindle Locations 75-76). Kindle Edition."  

Magic had disappeared from the fantasy kingdom until it reappeared in the boy Oscar. After a bloody battle with other young people who want to wield magic, can he banish evil from the kingdom? 

This very short e-book may encourage readers to buy the authors' longer fantasy novels, listed at the end. Or it may not. Moderate violence, no other family-filter activators. A fun read.

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Web Log for 4.28-29.24

Excitement at the Cat Sanctuary: A possum Silver-cat thought she had tamed and trained properly shows an ugly side, threatening to eat Pastel's kittens. His behavior is abnormal. Possums usually move slowly, running only for their lives, but this one has been running laps around the house, hissing at anyone he meets, not responding even when Silver slapped him. He may have to be euthanized, and cremated if he dies all by himself, poor little fellow.

So the kittens and Pastel have been schlepped in at night and out in the morning. There are four kittens, all white with pastel grey and beige spots above. Well, one has both grey and beige spots, two have grey, and one has beige. They still spend most of the time sleeping, and have apparently learned to scratch at the side of their nest box, instead of mewing, to call their mother's attention. So far the calico kitten has opened one eye and hissed at me; the others, who look as if they may be male, have that experience still ahead of them. Serena says, if anyone wants to adopt these kittens before they're three months old, they have to take the whole boxful including Pastel. (Serena is not pleased with the amount of attention Pastel and the kittens have attracted.)

That, and then Microsoft has STOLEN a few hours of computer time again. All computer owners need to be documenting the amount of time STOLEN by "updates" from Microsoft, Google, Amazon, any other major service providers you use, preparatory to a lawsuit for payment for the waste of paid time and privately owned computers. These companies want to play with computers when they take a whim into their heads, they need to be making those computers available free of charge to us and paying us for the time we spend waiting to finish what we were doing.

Gross-Out

The World Economic Fund continue to congratulate themselves on having "contained the spread of COVID." Tell that to someone whose parents died of vaccine reactions, y'smug bunghole! 


Just to clear your head, after watching that, you might want to give a listen to Naomi Wolf, who manages to show empathy for the plain people of western Europe whose lives are even more endangered by these Euro-maniacs. 


Music

Does anyone else remember Joan Aiken's short story "Hope"? In which the music teacher gets lost in London and  meets the Devil conducting a skinny, dreary-looking, sad-sounding pop band in an alley? I believe this may be the group, possibly even the song, Joan Aiken had in mind.


Phenology 

Lots of pretty things, but what's seldom captured in a photo is the green "breeding patch" on the face of the egret.

Book Review: Summer in Bliss

Title: Summer in Bliss 

Author: Freda Ann

Date: 2020

Publisher: Freda Ann

Quote: "I feel like there's things I need to sort out on my own and Bliss will be the perfect place for me to do that."

Bliss Cay is the island where the writer known as Freda Ann has set a series of novels. It's where Mia, a survivor of a house fire, goes to calm her jangled nerves after a very small electrical fire at the office throws her into panic. Like many people who feel stuck to unpleasant memories from the past, Mia feels guilty; she doesn't know whether the fire was her fault. 

Dash (for all we're told, that might actually be his given name) has survived some horrible memories too; the mother of his daughter died from cancer. Luckily for him, our society regards cancer as something that is nobody's fault, so he doesn't suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder and is in a position to coach Mia through hers.

It's a sweet romance. It's not a specifically religious romance, although Dash's darling daughter does say her prayers at night. Families are loved, and Mia lives with an especially lovable "Emotional Support Dog." It's short and simple, but more realistically paced and plotted than some of the shorter romances I've been reviewing lately. If you like sweet romances, you'll probably like this one.

How helpful would Dash's counselling be to real PTSD patients? I think being able to evaluate this would add something to any evaluation of the story. I am not in a position to evaluate Dash as a counsellor. 

Petfinder Post: If I Could Change One Thing

It's the last day of National Poetry Writing Month. It's also time for a Petfinder post, so, obviously.

If I could change one thing about this post,
Each cat would (right now) find a loving host.
The shelters would be empty. That's okay!
I'd find some other thing to write today!

As things are...it's a Petfinder cat day. Today, in honor of the mischief-wreaking but undeniably adorable cat who visited Pbird last week, let's consider long-haired cats, preferably gray tabbies. 

Zipcode 10101: Marcus Greyson and Liam Creamsicle from Philadelphia


The house pet (Liam Creamsicle) and the one-eyed stray (Marcus Greyson) became friends while growing up together. Now they've lost their human and need a new home where they can stay together,' 'cos the streets of Philadelphia are mean and a guy needs a friend who's got his back. Greyson is cautious but basically has good expectations of humans. Creamsicle has always been a pet and knows all about the management of humans. Pooling their experience, they have street sense and human-training skills together and are a solid team. The shelter is advertising them as a BOGO deal. One cat normally costs $100. Both of these two, together, cost $100. Why not save the money for some extra vacuum bags?

Zipcode 20202: Captain Hook and Smee from Reisterstown 

It's the same story. Two brothers grew up together and have been put up for adoption together. They can look fierce, but they're pets. 

Zipcode 30303: Happy from Fayetteville   


Someone's pet who was lost, strayed, or stolen and found on the street, Happy acts happy to receive human attention. She's even good with reasonably mature and predictable children but they think she'd be happiest as the only cat in the family. They have photo evidence that she likes help to take care of that fur. 

Monday, April 29, 2024

Bonus Post: Climate or War?

"Climate or War: the bigger problem" sounds to me like a prompt for a post about how these "problems" have historically been used as pretexts for schemes of global tyranny. I think there is some basis for thinking of climate as a major problem...but, unless people wake up and take responsibility for the real problem of local warming, climate will either turn out not to be a major problem or to be an unsolvable one. So long as people keep yapping about bigger or global government being the only solution to the problem of global warming etc. etc., people will keep arguing that the facts don't even support the perception of global warming as all that much of a problem...right up until the facts prove either that global warming isn't happening, that it's not a problem, or that it's out of control and going to destroy us all. Whichever the case may turn out to be. It'll take at least fifty years to find out and, this close to the end of my aging-as-a-cyberspace-entity-by-decades as being fifty years old, I don't expect I'll ever know. 

Whereas war certainly is a major problem, but people who are not personally affected by it are quite capable of cheering it on. After all, the repertoire of potential human behavior does include mass violence of a kind that seems to demand mass violence as a consequence. Israel might have the technical ability to track down the Simchat Torah attackers, by ones, and allow their widows and orphans the chance to live at peace in Gaza if they curse the attackers, defile their graves, and pledge allegiance to Israel--or peaceably emigrate to wherever they can get permission to immigrate on the grounds of their families having been disgraced beyond endurance; whichever. That would be modern and enlightened and humane. But, as we've all seen, at least in the short term it's simply more human to want to flatten the whole dang strip of desert where the vile little cowards are hiding. Burn the towns over their heads, including the nursing homes and the kindergartens, because nits make lice and God will sort them out...it's an ugly reaction, but it's human. Accepting tyranny as an end to war has worked, locally, for short periods of time, but it's not human and it's never worked for even one generation of humans--because tyranny does not end war, any more than it would end global warming.

Can we just agree that tyranny, or "global governance" or whatever the latest name may be, is not a valid solution, and move on from there? At least that way the discussion of what is possible, within the repertoire of behavior for our species, could be intelligently human.

Meanwhile the less than inspirational thought of how humans seem, generally, to think of climate and war suggests at least a snarky poem for NaPoWriMo:

"Though War destroys poor people's children trapped within its net,
Climate," he huffed, "would ruin my day by causing me to sweat!"


Image by Craiyon.com.

 

New Book Review: Housemates With My Billionaire Boss

Title: Housemates with My Billionaire Boss 

Author: Lila Marlow

Date: 2024

Publisher; Lila Marlow

Quote: "If I hired her, she would spend most of her time on the property."

Yes, this is one of those alternating-first-person romances where chapters seem to be taken from each character's diary in turn. It's also a mystery. Callum hires Glorietta, who has a master's degree in linguistics, to catalogue the Waltons (not Walton) family library. How old are the old books they find in a secret closet, and who hit Glorietta on the head when she found the closet behind a false barrier? In the course of solving the mystery and finishing the job, the young people share a house, chaperoned only by Callum's genuine concern for Glorietta's concussed condition, and decide sharing a house is fun.

Fair disclosure: I once committed to share a house for a whole summer with someone with whom I'd enjoyed sharing another house for weekends. It turned me completely off the house, the person, and the other four housemates by whom we were chaperoned--not that I expect any of them shed any tears when I moved out, either. My point here is that mileage varies. Being unexpected housemates is not as reliable a way to find True Romance as some novelists seem to think.

Anyway it's a sweet romance, so the only suspense is solving the mystery of the secret room in the library. Readers who enjoy sweet romances will enjoy this one. Well, no, it's not Joan Aiken, nor is it Eugenia Price. Nobody else is Joan Aiken or Eugenia Price, and these Book Funnel romances are up to the standards of the six-romances-per-month clubs.

Butterfly ofthe Week: Dolicaon, the Thin-Tailed Kite

This week's butterfly species is one of those whose status in the world of entomology is uncertain. It is currently recognized as a species with six subspecies, but some question whether it's really the same thing as Eurytides iphitas, perhaps a variant form influenced by weather conditions. (Some butterflies look completely different if they matured in different weather conditions; we'll soon come to Eurytides or Protographium marcellus, which, when I was in school, was believed to be three distinct species.) 


Photo by Ackruger, in Brazil, in December. They occasionally fan their wings out, as shown above, to catch the sun, but more often hold their wings upright. The upright wings are hard to see from most angles, and catch less heat. When butterflies spread their wings wide they are warming themselves, a behavior often observed in the Northern States and Canada. 


Photo by Karsten_S, Peru, July. 

All subspecies of dolicaon have rhat bent bar of dark color across the leading edge of the forewings. The rest of the pattern differs slightly among subspecies. Photos of all subspecies were not available, but here is Eurytides dolicaon deicoon


Photo by Felipi Andrade, September, Brazil.

E.d. deileon


Photo by Karsten Schoenherr, September, Peru.

Museum specimens from Butterflies Of America: E.d. septentrionalis


E.d. hebreus or hebrus


E.d. tromes


No positively identified photo of E.d. cauraensis or cauras has been posted online. It should be noted that color is not a reliable guide to subspecies. Some individuals are more faded than others. The generalization that males are more vividly colored than females is not made about this species. (In the few specimens he studied, Rothschild found the females to be just noticeably larger than the males. Other authors don't mention this. The best way to tell the sex of a butterfly is to see whether it lays eggs, and so far that seems not to have been done with regard to dolicaon.)The predominant color for all butterflies in this species is thought to be a creamy white that can look yellow, in some individuals, in some lights, or green, in others. 

This butterfly is found in rainforests, at altitudes up to 1300 feet above sea level. 

Eurytides dolicaon was named early enough (in 1775) to be named for a character in ancient literature, a minor character in Vergil whose name is usually spelled with an H (Dolichaon). It has no really common name in English since it's not found in English-speaking countries, but it is sometimes called Dolicaon and sometimes the Thin-Tailed Kite.

In Pedromariposa's charming, slow-motion video you can make out dolicaon's distinctive wing markings on one of the butterflies flitting in and out of the mixed group shown...or just watch the flock "puddling," as a way to relax.


Not altogether peaceable, as the butterflies are occasionally pestered by predators, but they do form a peaceful little group with one another. This is the way most Swallowtail butterflies are most often seen and, unfortunately, about the only way some of these butterflies have been documented even today. We also see how, although dolicaon and the other Kite Swallowtails are considered "large butterflies," they're not nearly so large as some of the other tropical Swallowtails. Dolicaon has a wingspan usually a little over 3 inches. 

Like some other Kites, dolicaon seems to be solitary. Butterflies that have only one host plant tend to like to be the only one of their sex and species in a neighborhood. However, nobody seems to be positive about what dolicaon eat, or what the early forms of the butterfly look like. "According to Hancock the larva is smooth," and can eat leaves from some plants in the families Annonaceae and Lauraceae--but nobody else seems to have confirmed this. There is thought to be one generation in a month between August and April, with individuls that pupate in April "overwintering" and eclosing as adult butterflies in August. There is still time for people who want to make contributions to science to try rearing these butterflies, or watching them grow up, and find out whether Hancock was correct.

In fact, scientists aren't even positive about what the females look like--whether the two butterflies above are a couple, e.g. If their behavior pattern is like our Zebra Swallowtails', they don't seem to humans to have an odor, but they can smell one another--and look for places where they can't smell one another. Females want to be the only females laying eggs on the trees where they lay their eggs, and males want to be their potential mates' first and thus only partners. In that case the two sipping water together, or the pair photographed sticking together in a multi-photo sequence at INaturalist, would be courting couples; but nobody knows for sure. Lubomir Klatil thinks it may be typical for females to have wider dark borders on each wing than males have; it remains for others to confirm to what extent this is true. 


Photo by Rkostecke, in Panama, in June. Do both sexes pollinate? Do males compost? Nobody seems certain. This individual is pollinating. 

It is sparse but not terribly rare. Photos show one or two, not three, dolicaon in a group with several other species. It's popular; Franco Giuseppe Rodolfo Po even composed a tune for it in 2022:


And many of the links for this species on the Internet show that it has inspired arts and crafts pieces. But the South American Kites have yet to be the focus of much scientific study. 

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Web Log for 4.26-27.24

One rant (yes, it contains a link) and lots of links:

Animals 

Several clear photos of herons, egrets, and geese:


Celebrity Gossip


How accurate is this and how long will it last? I hope it's true for a good long time. It reminds me of a story my brother wrote at age twelve...there were G-men, and there were B-men (he was identifying with his older friend who became the neighborhood beekeeper). The difference is that the world needs more B-men. Anyway, political pronouncements apart, I've liked Morgan Freeman since "The Electric Company."

Etiquette, Differences in

Of late the Kingsport Times-News has been indulging people in long personal essays in the places where obituaries are supposed to be.

I don't think that's the right place. For one thing the memoirs that really do justice to our memories of those who have gone before us take longer to write than an obituary notice demands. For another thing obituaries are official historical documents, not opportunities for various relatives to chip in THEIR bids to publish THEIR memories THEIR way, etc. etc. The personal stories, I think, belong in family scrapbooks, blogs, personal journals. Some of them fit into newspapers or magazines. Perhaps some day they can be collected into books. But an obituary notice, as a legal document, should state when and where someone was born, when and where the person died, the names of the person's immediate family, and maybe some reference to a public career as also being a matter of public record--whether the deceased John Doe was the same John Doe who used to edit the newspaper, say. 

So, a few years back, a relative of mine did what people in their nineties so often do, and some person, probably a great-grandchild, wrote one of those long personal essays that seem so likely to embarrass the other people named. Well, the man had had a long and interesting life, but telling the story in the obituary seems, I don't know, like calling attention to how much less of a life most people have had. 

I think that's the crux of the matter. Everyone dies. People who've had long adventurous lives or short miserable ones all fit into the same coffins. The obituary page in a newspaper is the last place where we need to see boasts, "My grandfather was rich and famous," "My grandfather was neither rich nor famous but he knew how to live well, for a good long time," and miserable confessions, "My grandfather was a shabby excuse for a man who had no friends, whom my grandmother left after three weeks of marriage, who died "old" at an early age." Now that they're gone, it seems enough for the world to know at what age they died and whether they were closely related to any acquaintances of ours. 

When the deceased is somebody like the non-contributing members this web site has lost, everyone wants to share their recollections. This is normally done in conversations with one another. No personal essay can tell the story that comes out off all the conversations all the mourners are going to have for the next year or two. "This is the way I remember Grandma Bonnie Peters best..." She made the effort to learn a new language at age sixty. She supplied stores with frozen foods and restaurants with fresh-cooked soup. She was the pioneer of school choice in Virginia. She was a La Leche Leader. The only time she adopted a dog, she deliberately chose one that had been badly injured, and kept it alive for a year, trying to help it get well. (She once adopted some kittens from me, in order to demonstrate the benefits of adding pumpkinseed meal to their tinned Friskies treats. She didn't keep them long.) She had a screen name--how many people born in the 1930s had screen names? She led the soprano sections in two church choirs. If she was the sort of person who says "Let's have a blog!" and never sits down and finishes a single blog post on her shiny new computer, she had better excuses than most of that sort of people have. There may literally be no end to the stories people who loved her can tell about GBP, and it's proper that those people share their stories with one another, while all the newspapers had to report were the dates and the names. Why make other grandmothers look inadequate?

I had a grandmother who was inadequate, in every way, if you set down the story of her life next to the story of Grandma Bonnie's life, or of my other grandmother's for that matter. There was Texas Ruby, and then there was Dad's mother, who didn't live as long or do anything particularly interesting while living. She was not a good cook, but Mother was the one who tried to use the rancid nutritional yeast and concocted a dish so awful the chickens rejected it. She was not a favorite with her in-laws, but someone else was the in-law after whom someone named an animal with the intention of killing it. Visits to her house were not the highlights of a day in town for my brother and me, but they were preferable to school. She developed a boring sort of disease in her last years, atherosclerosis; it made her conversation boring, full of complaints, unrelieved even by comments on the news (reading made her head ache). She meant well. She was just another old woman whose only way to stand out in a crowd was to wear then-fashionable polyester pantsuits in colors that made other people's heads ache. Funnily enough, because she was the youngest grandparent I had and survived several years after the others were gone, she was the grandparent I knew best. I loved her. I felt loyal and protective about her--enough that, to this day, I still feel that the newspapers did not need to report how much "less than" she and her life had been. She was my Grandma, anyway. We are not all meant to be legends in our own time. 

So this cousin, not one of the achievers in the family, neither rich nor famous, was just...memorable, to a lot of people, in a lot of ways. An interesting person to know. A mind awake. Reading a story full of tidbits about his interestingness relieved the newspaper editor's feeling that the obituary page was depressing. (And stories like that one are good to include in souvenir books, biographies, histories...where the focus is not on the common end of all life, but on the contribution one person made to the family's or neighborhood's history...they belonged in Vince Staten's Times-News column, and we still link to them on his web site; they're just a different thing from newspaper obituaries.)

Pull yourselves together, editors. Obituaries are sad. Obituaries need an editor who is not prone to depression, who can check the facts of ten or twenty deaths and move on to think about the lives of the living...

But the editor has spoken, and who sets the rules of etiquette for a newspaper? The editor does. If the editor is prone to emotional reactions to the obituary page, and wants obituaries to be "enlivened," then it becomes proper that...

Well not mine. If I die, you Nephews may add to the dates, places, and names the obituary requires that I was the writer known as Priscilla King. That should be quite enough. The only fodder a newspaper obituary should offer for competitiveness is the lengths of the different lives that ended that week.

But you may write any other obituaries that duty may require you to write, as you choose. It is officially acceptable to put personal memories into obituaries in the Kingsport Times-News, if not in other newspapers where tradition may prevail. It is officially acceptable to attempt to make an obituary "go viral," as taught at 


The Times-News likes obituaries written this way. I will try, henceforward, to suppress the words "mawkish," "vulgar," and "tacky."

Green 

It's the news from Iceland (by way of Britain): A woman claiming an English family name, a Siberian personal origin story, and Icelandic citizenship, is running for office as a proxy for a glacier. She says that in Siberian tradition natural objects are thought of as persons, and she hopes that the opportunity to elect a glacier represented by her will draw attention to climate change. But is she talking about the facts of local warming, which can be changed, or the crazy fantasy that global socialism could possibly have a good effect on climate change or on anything else?


Phenology

Beautiful yellow things:

Book Review: Oceans of Mercy

Title: Oceans of Mercy 

Author: Malory Ford

Date: 2022

Publisher: Malory Ford

Quote: “We had a deal, Knox. You don’t comment on my dating life, and I won’t comment on yours.”

This is another one of those deplorable e-books that are sent out free containing only a chapter, or chapters, enough to meet Amazon's minimum word count, with the hope that you'll pay for the complete book. Bah humbug. It's a sweet romance. Allie the Shark Girl and Knox the tour boat captain are old friends who have never liked each other's admirers. Physical attraction is partly a matter of pheromones that signal genetic compatibility between fertile individuals, or mutual sterility between sterile ones, which is why it fluctuates as hormones cycle. Sometimes cross-gender friendship between teenagers "blossoms into love," sometimes it blossoms into real friendship for life, and sometimes it just dies. Because this is a Sweet Christian Romance we know that Knox and Allie are going to feel attracted to each other at last, in the course of the story, and they will at least mention being Christians, too. Neither of those things happens in the sample chapter I received, but everyone knows they will happen. There is no suspense.

Allie dives deep in the relatively shallow water near the beach and finds a souvenir of her brother's failed romance. Suspense? None. The story wouldn't be sweet if that couple didn't get a happily-ever-after ending too, though their wedding might be saved for a sequel.

No matter how much money I had, I wouldn't buy a book that was marketed this way. Amazon blocks ratings from people who received free books, just to protect authors who try this marketing gimmick, but let's just say those authors aren't getting any star points anywhere else. If you don't send the entire book, you don't get stars.

Some people may still want to read a Christian romance about a Shark Girl. Allie really does study sharks as a job. Recalling a news story to which this web site linked, many years ago, she's even named a shark after her mother, who didn't like the idea at first but has accepted it now. Fun facts about sharks would definitely distinguish this book from other Sweet Christian Romances in your collection, and might compensate for misguided marketing in some readers' opinions. Whether there's an afterword identifying sources of the fun facts, at the end of the complete book, I unfortunately can't say.

Sunday Poem: Reality vs. Doomscrolling

Health.com proposes a new mental health problem into which the Internet is allowing people to fall: 

"
Doomscrolling is when a person actively seeks out saddening or negative material to read or scroll through on social media or news media outlets. The idea behind doomscrolling is attempting to get access to all the information you need to keep yourself protected from what's dangerous around you.
"

Wikipedia adds that the word can also be used to describe a superficially similar, but different behavior of scrolling through many short videos, sometimes with the intention of losing track of time and forgetting responsibilities, sometimes only with that effect.

If the virus doesn't get them, the bacteria surely will.
They still have an old bomb shelter, and they line it with each pill
They have heard prescribed for anything when they were or weren't ill,
For they're sure to get it when S. H. T. F.

To provide for a week or two without access to electric power
Is a prudent course of action, and will pass a pleasant hour.
To remember how to live without transmissions from the tower
Gives them nightmares about the day S.H.T.F.

I'm a prepper. Every week or two I do without some thing
The past century's technology to modern lands did bring.
It's called a power outage. Be prepared for it, I sing,
But lose no sleep to fear of when S.H.T.F.

An alliance with the neighbors has more chance to serve you well
Than plans to kill them off as life becomes like Dante's Hell,
And most changes in life come by ones. It may be hard to tell
Exactly on which day the S.H.T.F.

God Who calmed the raging ocean, God Who waters parching land,
Who has promised to preserve through all a little remnant band,
Discipline us preppers, I pray, with a mild and loving hand:
Give us some way to know just when S.H.T.F.

(For those new to cyberspace...Preppers are people who try to be prepared for situations that would otherwise call for emergency help, such as extreme weather, power failures, Internet failures, shortages of gasoline or commercial food or other commodities, or a war fought on our soil for a change. There's a realistic level of prepping--stockpiling food, maintaining lower-tech alternatives to tools that may fail to work, keeping first-aid kits and blankets and emergency lights in the car--and an "extremist" or "doomsday" level, known to exist mostly in preppers' jokes, that envisions surviving a nuclear explosion and needing ammunition, not even to hunt, but to fight with neighbors over stockpiled food and drugs. Extremists focus on the day the bomb is dropped as "when stuff hits the fan," or S.H.T.F. Ruder explanations of S.H.T.F., and alcohol-fuelled interchanges in which this phrase seems to get confused with S.T.F.U., are found on web sites not owned by aunts.)

 

Friday, April 26, 2024

Bonus Post: Conflict

We affirm that God is One;
In some Pagans' "creed outworn"
It seemed plain that God was Two
Sons (who had a Mother, too),
And they quarrelled in the daytime, and they quarrelled in the night,
Till at last their quarrels grew into a bitter bloody fight,
And the outcome of their quarrel was the turning of the light
Towards summer with its green or towards winter with its white.

Summer and sunshine exist,
And winter, cold antagonist.
Abraham directed eyes
To where Truth above both lies;
As they quarrel through the autumn, as they quarrel through the spring,
Farther far they dwell beneath than any beggar any king
In relation to That Which is above and beyond each thing.
Conflict below, and unity above, we see and sing.

But a narrow road we walk,
And how easily our talk,
Missing ditch on left, at night,
Runs us into cliff on right.
For though unity's beyond, a thing is not another thing,
And indeed it may be better, or may be worse, see and sing!
Talk of unity need not provoke us common sense to fling
Away; we still feel winter's blast, and still prefer the spring.

 

Web Log for 4.24-25.24

I wasn't online for most of Wednesday, and when I came online, this time it was Google STEALING the paid computer time. We need a law about this. We need back payments. Gentle Readers, if you're online from a privately owned computer and/or a privately owned Internet service account, I seriously recommend you start keeping a log of all the time you lose to "updates" and browser glitches. Someone--possibly you--is paying for 24/7 access to the Internet. If yours is blocked by some arrogant corporation's "need" to "update' the spyware you never actually told them to run, they owe you money

Etiquette

Can the swastika be saved? Many cultures have seen it as an innocent symbol of symmetry, balance, good luck, the wheel of time, yada yada...I think it's too soon. As long as people who remember the 1940s are alive, the swastika will be a symbol of The Enemy. In the year 2045 swastikas may start to be cool again.

Gardening

UK edition of the general idea of working with, not against, nature in a garden. Chemical-based "high-input, high-yield" methods are unsustainable and don't even produce food fit to eat. Natural is the way to go. I've not heard that US hoverflies are so helpful in a garden--other lifeforms pollinate our strawberries--but our hoverflies are certainly less harmful than chemical sprays. (Local readers know local hoverflies as "news bees" because they hover a foot or two away from you, buzzing, as if "telling the news." Some find their inanity amusing.)


Glyphosate Awareness

FOR US CITIZENS ONLY...Chemical company lobbyists are trying to sneak protection for Bayer, and if possible for other corporations that produce poisonous "pesticides," into various agriculture-related bills pending in Congress. I've been notified about US HR 4288:


and HR 4417:


There will be others next year. The strategy is to claim that Bayer provided adequate warning about glyphosate's role in cancer, which Bayer is still actively denying the existence of while trying to censor any discussion of the issue online. I've linked to the lists of co-sponsors so you can see whether you need to call your people in Washington about this. If not, go to this useful page to find a form letter you can customize--the text varies depending on your State.


INTERNATIONAL READERS: It's considered cheating even for us to write to other US citizens' congressmen! Representing their own constituents is supposed to take the full attention of each Senator and Representative, so we hardly even know the ones who don't represent us. Please support your own campaigns, in your own country, your own way.

Green

Synecdoche: the problem in a nutshell:


Politics

Well for one thing the out-of-touch, limo-lefty D party bosses keep handing Kennedy all the lines...


But actually that's only one of Biden's real problems. Another one, a big one, is that he's done nothing about glyphosate. Another one is that he's done nothing about censorship. Another one is that he's done nothing about the "transhumanist" and globalist messes. That brings up the one about there having been a time when the meaning of "Democrat" could include "a decent, reasonably intelligent American who identifies with the less wealthy, opposes war, and thinks about the concerns of the young; e.g. Jimmy Carter, John F. Kennedy, or Rick Boucher," and a lot of nice people used to vote for Democrats. For at least twenty years now those people have not had anybody to vote for, and now they have Kennedy. 

Mr. President. Please. With all due respect. Your presidential administration is dead. Please go home now. 

Psychology 

For those who consider themselves "depressed"...


This web site claims fair use of Stephan Pastis' cartoon, which this web site, we should mention, has loved for a long time. I've carried around clipped "Pearls" to show to people since 2002. 

Virginia History

Some whiny misfit was whining on Reddit about living near an historic battlefield that attracts tourists. Tourism being a big part of the town's economy, the battlefield is advertised with great big battle flags, and ooohhh, it hurts per widdle fee-wings. Honeychild. Have you never heard the saying "Shut up before you get something to whine about"? Y'might try moving to a big city up North where real racism is undead and virulent. (In Baltimore, does the response to an emergency call still include "Is the patient Black or White?")

Now, if this person had wanted to reenact a battle and been told "You can't, because you're not a White man," I would have a problem with that. It would be petty and mean-spirited, and also it would be un-historical. Both armies in the Civil War were officially made up of White men, with the exception of a few special "Colored Regiments" on the Union side and Watie's Cherokee army on the Confederate side. Nevertheless, both armies were desperate enough that volunteers of both sexes and all colors are known to have fought on both sides. 

And why were Black people Confederates? That'd be a good topic for a book. ("Think of how stupid the average human is, and then remember that half of them are more stupid even than that..."--it was a  stupid war.) In general terms, some were taken to war as property, as horses were, and donated to the Cause; some were promised freedom; some wanted to defend their homes and families, as did White men who didn't own slaves. Confederate Army policy did not arm Black or female volunteers, and Union Army policy armed only a small minority of Black volunteers. That suited some of them who wanted to help their Cause in other ways--scouting, spying, nursing. But several volunteers armed themselves--as did most regular soldiers.

We can't change history but we can learn from it. I don't like the fact that women couldn't vote, let alone couldn't vote for one another, before the War...but I like learning about the ways women got around that and other forms of discrimination, and did what they wanted to do with their lives. I'm guessing that the whiny misfit is Black. I'd like to see that person do some research about the ways Black people coped with prejudice and discrimination in the 1860s. 

Am I saying that the cure for feeling hurt by the facts of history is more history, digging up more empowering facts? Why yes, I believe I am. Try it.

In the same general category, some readers may be interested in Ellis Elliott's free-verse portrait of a Union soldier on the Virginia-Kentucky border:


Zazzle

Zazzle recommends name plates as end-of-term gifts for teachers, so they're on sale now (in order to be delivered in the first week of May). They also, of course, make any-time gifts for anyone who works at a desk. 


I didn't even know they made printable name plates with built-in, working clocks...


...so there needs to be one with a "Save the Butterflies" motif...


Zazzle has also introduced jean jackets, in women's sizes only.


Someone else designed this one using the same method I use.


Does everyone already know how Zazzle works? People put our own designs up for other people to buy, but you are your own designer. If you want to support the campaign to protect Monarch butterfly habitat but want a different image, you can pop one in. If you don't like the way the person's name looks in the Dellarobbia font, which is the "Save the Butterflies" trademark font because of the butterfly-watching character Dellarobbia in Flight Behavior, you can change the font, and the colors, and whatever else you want to change. As long as you're "customizing" an object displayed as part of the Save the Butterflies Collection, profits will go to the cause. And Zazzle's "commissions" (when customers use links people have posted to buy other people's designs) are higher than their "royalties" (when customers use links people have posted to buy those people's own designs), so if you are a fellow Zazzler and want me to promote your stuff, please send links to your pages...and, of course, promote my stuff for your own profit, heh-heh!