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Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Funny Things I've Googled

Some might consider the things I've Googled "funny" in the sense of "peculiar." Apart from moths and butterflies, which Google used to say it considered funny things to look up, I have Googled, and still Google, all kinds of things for international clients. Some of these clients wanted things written for their local papers, about the news in their local communities, but they wanted these things written up by someone in the US or UK. I now have a policy of steering those clients to people in their countries who write good English; I didn't always know people in the appropriate countries. So I wrote about conditions in Davao and Nairobi and Singapore and all sorts of places where I've never been, as if I were sitting there.  

I really did reproach Google: "I don't need to look up hotels in Alexandria, Virginia. If I wanted to know about the hotel where I always stay, there, I'd call them. If I'm looking up hotels in Alexandria online, of course I mean Alexandria, Egypt."

But for the purpose of this week's Long & Short Reviews post I googled some things that struck me as ridiculous. 

1. Weasel Anti-Defamation League

I thought that the idea of an organization dedicated to improving the image of sneaky, stinky little beasts that eat chickens was funny. Google took it seriously. There are serious posts that accuse the ADL of using "weasel words" and there was a flap about someone calling a member of ADL a weasel. 

2.  Why Do Pigs Have Horns?

I was thinking of this as a nonsense question. Google took it seriously. Pigs do not grow horns in the way cows and goats do, but the tusks of male swine, which are teeth, technically, can be big and dangerous enough that some people call them horns. Growing big tusks is a male sex characteristic. Domestic swine usually don't have tusks because domestic male swine are usually neutered.

3. Does Tofu Need a Bicycle?

Google's top answer was robot-generated, obviously did not understand the word "tofu," and answered that "a unicycle can be used as transportation." Other answers interpreted the question as "do cyclists need tofu," and seriously discussed the place of tofu in athletes' diets.

4. How to Cook a Buick

Google tried "correcting" this to "how to cook a buck," as in deer, which is often regarded as a good meal when people aren't concerned about chronic wasting disease. 

Google's next answer was that it's possible to cook food in foil packets on the exhaust manifold of a Buick, or almost any other car. If you are taking a long road trip you don't have to depend on finding a good restaurant in a town. You can wrap some meat and veg in foil and grill them on the hot spot n your car. It's always prudent to check the internal temperature of meat with a thermometer to be sure nobody gets a raw spot, but a few hours' driving will get things cooked. 

Finally, as today's men see cooking less as "women's work" and more as "chefs' work," there are actually web sites for "Buick guys who cook." I didn't look.

5. Is a Crayon in Love with a Floppy Disk

Seeking inspiration, I looked for the objects on my shelves that sounded silliest, separately or together. Google offered no information about possible relationships between crayons and floppy disks. It pulled up a selection of sites frequented by middle-aged nerds who buy, sell, or make craft items with crayons and/or floppy disks, but not, apparently, both at the same time.

There was also some discussion of why a little drawing of a floppy disk should mean "save" in so many computer programs. It's a valid question. Hieroglyphic writing systems gave way, in societies that had them, to "demotic," phonetic writing systems that made sense to people who didn't know what someone was trying to draw but could just memorize a set of letters as symbols for sounds. The space taken up by all those little doodles and pothooks on a computer screen would just as easily accommodate words. Using words nstead of graphics would help language learners as well as making better intuitive sense.

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Petfinder Post: Seeing Spots on Cats

What a season it has been. Pastel gave birth to four pastel-colored kittens--white with grey or buff spots above. By now their eyes are open and they're toddling about, building strength in their too-short baby legs. Their behavior has suggested names: Dora the Explorer and Diego, another pair like Minnie and Max where the smallest kitten (though Dora is a pretty good size actually) tries to keep up with the biggest one; and Dilbert, who has a white collar, and Drudge, who has that smoky grey pale-black color cat fanciers call "blue" all over its back and the back of its head. Drudge and Dilbert are being called "it" as a courtesy though I suspect they're male. They are extraordinarily quiet, social, and well behaved kittens who like, so far, to snuggle. They're just starting to try pouncing on each other, but their tries, so far, tend to end up with them flopping down in their nest and snuggling. 

They have long tails, like Pastel and Serena, but seem to be going to have broad-beamed, heavy-boned frames. They will not look Manx, although they're all carriers of the Manx gene. They will look more like British than American Shorthairs, chunky-shaped and heavy-boned, likely to weigh more than ten pounds if they live to grow up. Diego may or may not be an extra-large cat; he's certainly an extra-large kitten. Unlike Serena and some of her kittens, who were born "premature" by a day or two, these kittens were born looking a few days postmature. 

Pastel had not had kittens before. It had seemed as if she might have been trying to put off giving birth on purpose, having lost a few premature siblings. One night I heard an unusual cat noise and went out into the yard to find Pastel, not even trying to go to a nest box, walking away from a large kitten that was crawling blindly about on the ground, Then she made that peculiar noise again, flopped down on one side, dropped another kitten on the ground--that was Diego--and seemed to ignore him, too.

"Pastel," I said, "this is what comes of hanging out with Borowiec. He has not been taken care of as Trumpkin and old Sommersburr had been. Those who dance must pay the fiddler. Lie down in that box and take care of your kittens."

Fortunately that was the first of many times when Pastel's healthy maternal instincts kicked in once they were validated by Serena or me. Such social instincts and intelligence as Pastel has seem as if they may be a bit of an inconvenience to her  Once she found herself lying in a box with her babies, she knew exactly what to do. But first she had to be told to use the box. Though very far from being the cleverest cat in her family, she seems more shy than stupid.. 

That was before the Bad Neighbor started spraying poison. 

Bayer has claimed to have changed the formula in "Roundup" so that glyphosate is no longer the primary ingredient. Different formulas are being sold in general stores, to private people, and in farm supply stores, to "farmers" or rural people. The serious stuff being sold to "farmers" with heavy chemical dependencies is a mix of five poisons.Is that what's been in the air lately? 

The effects are easy to trace. Glyphosate, or maybe its chemical sibling glufosinate, is in the mix, producing its bewildering variety of reactions in different individuals. So is dicamba, or something similar, the known carcinogen whose primary effect on me is a raspy, not really inflamed, throat. So is the one, or something similar to the one, that makes my pulse so irregular. But the most noticeable effect on everybody, cats and humans, is the irritation of the eyes. 

Poor Pastel always had that as a glyphosate reaction, too. Even when friends offered to snap her picture for youall to see, we never seemed to catch her in a photogenic moment. She's a pretty cat when her eyelids aren't all puffy and tear-stained. For a large part of her life they have been. 

This stuff is giving even Serena and Silver that sore-eyed look. The kittens' eyes have opened slowly. 

Taken as a single dose of combined poison in the air, it feels more than anything else like having measles with a bad case of food poisoning thrown in. The distinctive odor that characterizes virus in the measles family is missing, but the sore eyes, laziness, and gurmpiness are...hard to work around.

The kittens seemed so healthy before this horrible poison got into the air. They never cried. They cry now.

There is one good thing about all of our misery--though it's not at all certain that any of the kittens will live to see it. Bayer profited from the COVID panic and was obviously hoping to get away with "phasing out" glyphosate on their own schedule, without having to pay the bills of all those patients who, when they ask doctors to test tissue samples for glyphosate in  all internal bleeding disorders, are going to have solid claims against Bayer. The corporate honchos must have thought they were going to skate away from this one. They are not. Literally everybody and their cats have a claim. 

This summer may go down in history as the Summer of Tears, but if awareness is kept up, this may also be the year Monsanto-Bayer dies, its wealth redistributed to a pitiful remnant of the people it has harmed, its career a warning to be repeated at the beginning of every college class in chemistry forevermore. 

I really would have preferred to have seen Bayer get on the task of patenting safe steam sprayers and perhaps weeder robots, back in 2018. Their stubbornness and arrogance surprised me. I would have liked to think human beings were, if not nicer than that, at least more prudent. Bayer seems determined to furnish the world with another example of the hazards of hubris. 

Gentle Readers, if you or your pets have eye problems this summer, don't waste time trying to medicate the symptoms. Find out who sprayed the new "herbicide" formula. Remembering that in most cases the individual responsible did not intend to harm other humans, educate that person. I am not saying that a row of indignant people towering over a neighborhood-poisoner is not an effective aid to learning. I am saying that, unless you know for sure that the guilty person is a Professional Bad Neighbor trying to make everyone miserable enough to sell their homes cheap, you should give the person a fair chance to demonstrate that person knows what to do about unwanted plants, on per knees, with a trowel, begging everyone else's pardon and thanking everyone else for letting person live with every breath. 

It has not been pleasant trying to look at the screen to type this post. (Note lateness of post. Note that a book review bumped up to appear on the scheduled publication date, yesterday, that went live after the book review originally scheduled, is going to have to count as today's book review.) It has not been much more pleasant trying to look at cat pictures; that's how sore my eyes are. Rain expected late this evening should bring some relief (but don't count  on it). And meanwhile the corporations are still STEALING TIME on this privately owned computer, for which they need to be forced to pay, lavishly--please keep track of "wait time" on any privately owned computers you use, Gentle Readers. Anyway, here's a sampling of the Eastern States' cutest photos of shelter cats. In honor of Pastel's kittens, these are white cats with colored spots.

Zipcode 10101: Ripley from New York City--Caution


Ripley is described as a late summer kitten from last summer, bouncy-pouncy and fun to play with, but his web page raises concerns. He may be a stolen pet rather than a genuinely homeless one. Research will need to be done.

Zipcode 10101, Alternate: Speedy & Snappy from New York City 


More bouncy-pouncy late summer kittens, these two sisters are described as intelligent, possibly even Listening Cats who answer to names and respond at least to basic "stop that" instructions. In foster care they avoided jealousy by each kitten bonding with a different human. They may be hard to adopt because they sound so happy with their foster home. 

Zipcode 20202: Skye from D.C. 


The only thing likely to keep this fluffball from finding a good home is that she seems to have fallen into the hands of control freaks. She is described as a playful, energetic young cat who may not be so good at listening to find out what you want, but will tell you what she wants. 

Zipcode 30303; Ernie & Bert from Avondale Estates 

Uploading: 4832256 of 32355102 bytes uploaded.

(If you don't see a photo, it's because Google was acting up. Who knows what their excuse was. It's probably raining somewhere, though not here, where the rain might be useful. Anyway they've had twenty minutes to upload the picture. I'm not seeing it. I hope youall are. The link below should open the page that has the picture on it at Petfinder.)

Their web page: https://www.petfinder.com/cat/bert-ernie-bonded-70402476/ga/avondale-estates/meow-or-never-inc-ga915/

They were unwanted strays born in a trailer park. Ernie wasn't very healthy when rescued, but has responded well to veterinary care. Bert is more confident. Ernie may have that "dodge the human to show respect to brother's property rights" instinct going on, as well as being cautious because he's been ill, so don't expect him to snuggle up to you on the first day. Bert might do that. They are another pair of last summer's kittens and may grow a little bigger than they currently are, like the other winners of this contest.

Monday, May 13, 2024

New Book Review: Sara and the Moonlight Rescue

Title: Sara and the Moonlight Rescue 

Author: J.B. Moonstar

Date: 2024

Publisher: Little Horsemen

ISBN: 979-8-8232-0349-4 for the e-book 

Quote: "Finding Angela’s claw, Sara’s father made it into a necklace and gave it to Sara. He told her it would protect her from evil, but she must not let anyone know she had the necklace."

The author bio on this book tells us that J.B. Moonstar has some experience rescuing animals. How that's done, in the real world, is often mundane, tedious, even bureaucratic. You get up in the middle of the night to drip one or two drops of baby animal food into the animal's mouth. You get scratched, bitten, stepped on, and covered in animal body effluvia. You might get reported for cruelty while you're trying to feed a starved horse or cow, because the animal is gaining a lot of weight very slowly and continues to look starved for a few months of generous feeding. You might carry the animal around in your pocket for weeks while it's small, then, a year later, realize that the attack that's covered you in surface wounds was not friendly play but a serious message that the animal needs to be released into the wild and never see you again. You might report the animal to a bureaucrat who's supposed to be an expert and have the bureaucrat threaten you with fines for bringing it inside your home. You're sure to encounter, these days, the toxic attitudes of PETA types who froth about how vile you are for having any relationship with any animal other than watching videos of it in a government-owned preserve that's closed to commoners like you, where only a few of the elite ever see the living animal. 

So instead Moonstar has chosen to write these novels for young readers--Sara still gets called "little girl" and her pal Knocker, though no longer little, is still a "boy" and a "teenager"--about the way rescuing animals is not done. This series is about rescuers' fantasies. 

Here is none of the distress real animal rescuers feel when we can't help an animal because it might kill itself in its frantic effort to get away from us. Sara carries the magic tiger claw necklace through which the ghost of Angela, a murdered but still human-friendly tiger, guides her and helps her talk to the animals. She doesn't have to think about safe ways to transport tiger cubs, because she can talk to the tiger cubs exactly the way she'd talk to children for whom she was baby-sitting. They understand so perfectly that they tell her their Anglo-human-type names.

Here is none of the fear real animal rescuers reasonably feel about confronting real animal abusers. Sara and her friends Knocker and Megan are no ordinary teenagers. They can be invisible, or change their shapes, or change the shapes of other people. The battles they fight don't involve literal, physical violence, but with powers like that, there'd be no more suspense about the outcome if the kids had to fight against armies. 

Here, also, and inevitably, is very little of the joy we feel when real tigers can be rescued from poachers, poisons, diseases or injuries. Tigers aren't dangerous animals these kids have to approach with caution, respect, and lots of gradually built experience. The tiger cubs are no more mysterious, or formidable, or awe-inspiring to Sara than a Cub Scout den would be. 

I don't know as I like this approach to animal rescue any more than the "how to report a wild animal to bureaucrats who'll make sure you don't get close to it" approach, and this novel doesn't even feature a character whose disability provides the character with an asset. It's not "high fantasy" where we feel the numinous awesome qualities either of real animals like tigers or of fabulous ones like dragons. It's pure wish-fulfillment daydream. 

Another thing about this book I don't like is that it's about tigers, but it's not about a place where tigers really live. The default background for a tiger story would be India, and at least a consultant for the story should have been born and mostly brought up there. There are other options; for them, too, the story ought to have an indigenous consultant and some history and ecology. This story never specifies whether it's taking place in India or China or the San Diego zoo. Tigers are south Asian animals but these tigers, for whom stuffed toys are successfully substituted, might as well be stuffed toys for all they have to teach readers.

I do see how this kind of fantasy would suggest itself to someone who was actually trying to feed orphan squirrels. It's a nice, warmhearted daydream that would appeal to a nice, warmhearted person, like the one adults are trying to reach, or awaken, or find some evidence of the existence of, within a sullen teen-troll. This story would be fun to read in school, or on the bus. It's not Tolkien or Lewis Carroll or Harry Potter, but it's fun.

New Book Review: Garden of Lies

Title: Garden of Lies 

Author: Jemma Stark

Date: 2023

Publisher: Jemma Stark

Quote: "I frequented the arena. It was the only way to forget the terror."

FBI Agent Briana Song is the protagonist in a series of crime thrillers. Book One, Garden of Lies, shows the clear influence of the bestsellers this series is meant to be different from: Like Lord Peter Wimsey, Song is a shellshocked veteran whose nightmares (some narrated in the text) and cage fighting hobby reflect her struggle with the memory of being a decent human being on a battleground. Like Clarice Starling, she seems to border on asexuality because that's what her unattainable male working partner seems to need. Her partner, Agent Buckley, answers to "Buck"...and in this novel the murder victim has adult children called Rayford and Chloe and a partner called Steele! Minor characters are called Agent Castor and Agent Pollux, so we know that we're not meant to over-think the characters' name, but the echoes of Left Behind seemed particularly noticeable in a completely different genre.

Trigger warnings: lots of cross-gender violence, guns, knives, missiles, and a zombie nightmare. Plus points: strong traditional morality, believable plot, awareness of a modern woman's options. Song is as tough as any man, as strong as any man of her size and smarter than most. She can serve in combat. She can fight crime as a veteran. But she's still just a Daddy's Girl in a schoolish workplace where she spends a lot of time saying "Yes, sir" when scolded about what she does to survive. She still lives not with loneliness but with "the terror" of post-traumatic stress. She has enough motherly instincts to empathize with Steele's motherhood--and to understand why, in her chosen life, motherhood is not an option. If today's young women don't identify with the 1970s' kind of feminism, it may be that they can see that, although Song is likable, is liked, is well paid, she's not particularly "liberated." The burden of work  weighs on her as heavily as it weighed on her great-great-grandmother who scrubbed laundry on a washboard. Equality with men is a compromise women accept, knowing that men's careers are not necessarily what either men or women really want.

This novel is particularly recommended to women who were or are attracted to law enforcement.

Butterfly of the Week: Mexican Kite

It looks like one of the northern specimens of Eurytides (or whatever) marcellus, the Zebra Swallowtail: white with a few thin black stripes, and usually with a long "tail" tip on each hind wing. Only it's not in the northern part of its range where marcellus looks like that. It's in the southern part, typically Mexico, where Zebras are bigger and seem clearly to be black with a few pale green stripes. Its wings may be more transparent, and they show a red stripe that can run the full length of the underside of the hind wing. A close observer like Jeffrey Glassberg, of Swift Guide fame, would note that it has a broader pale area on the outside edge of the forewings than other striped Swallowtails, this pale area often almost completely scaleless and transparent. It's a different butterfly. Different sources give it different names, but it's most often called Eurytides (or whatever) epidaus,  the Mexican Kite. 


Photo from the Reiman Gardens.

Guatemalans prefer to call it the Guatemalan Kite. The names Long-tailed Kite, Pale Kite, and White Kite are also found, and some people just feel that with its black and white stripes, the butterfly has to qualify as some sort of Zebra. Though it feeds on another tree in the genus Annona and looks closely related to the State Butterfly of Tennessee, they don't hybridize.



Two views of one butterfly from tropicleps.ch. 

In Spanish kites, the toys, are cometas, and so are Kite Swallowtails. In Mexico this one is the Mariposa cometa de cola golondrina mexicana. In casual speech this might be shortened to cometa golondrina mexicana. Cola means a tail, golondrina means a swallow bird, mariposa means a butterfly. That's a mouthful, but the subspecies epidaus is the m.c. de c.g.m. del golfo, the Gulf Mexican Kite Swallowtail Butterfly.

In Latin Eurytides means "broad shape," describing the wings in contrast to the Longwing butterfly family's wings. Protographium means "first, earliest Graphium," expressing faith that the Graphium genus evolved from this genus; Neographium has also been used, expressing faith that this genus evolved from the Graphium genus. (Many sources prefer Eurytides, but a majority of the more scholarly sources published online use Protographium.) Epidaus was not the name of a major hero of ancient literature, but may be a short form of Epidaurus, which is the name of a town in Greece whose origin story used to claim that it was named for its founder. Tepicus and fenochionis identify the western subspecies with places.

Lots of people have photographed this butterfly and drawn pictures of it. A picture of epidaus was used on postage in Nicaragua; the stamps can still be bought from Colnect. There are a few epidaus videos online: 


This short Twitter video shows the butterfly licking a man's finger, suggesting that epidaus is one of the Swallowtail species in which males participate in "puddling," the Swallowtails' form of a behavior scientists call "lekking." In some animal species unpaired males hang out in groups called "leks," sometimes jousting for status, sometimes just waiting to reach mating age. In Swallowtails the lekking sites are sources of shallow, usually polluted, liquid, which contain the mineral salts the male butterflies need. Females need the minerals too, but usually absorb their share through contact with males and sip only clean water, flower nectar, and occasionally fruit juice. Thus, although females are primarily pollinators, in some Swallowtail species males are composters. However, their taste in minerals varies; some male Swallowtails are attracted to dung and carrion and even motor oil, while others meet their mineral needs by sipping bitter or brackish water. 


This longer video, narrated in Spanish, offers a close-up view of the caterpillar, magnified enough that you can see that (like all "hairless" caterpillars) it actually does have short fine hair, and can see it leaving tiny trails where it licks the leaf, or the woman's finger. You can see its pulse. I think I even see an internal parasite--its skin is translucent as its wings will be, if it lives to grow wings. A real test of tolerance for caterpillar gross-outs...Well. No. The video includes no frass and no shell eating. The really disgusting part of the video was the advertisement. If I don't describe it, maybe you'll see a different, less disgusting one.


The same woman narrates a much prettier video documenting the life cycle of a butterfly who starts out with a different pattern of cryptic coloration from any of the caterpillars photographed below, pupates on a potted plant, and emerges as a butterfly whose forewings never have scales along the outer edges. Also in Spanish.


Butterflies inspired artwork even before Columbus' time. Ancient butterfly images were not drawn from life so it's hard to be sure which species were portrayed, but some ancient butterfly carvings clearly seem to have been inspired by Swallowtails. Possibly by Mexican Kites.


Ryan Fessenden's videos aren't as informative as they might be, but one of them did give me a chortle. As most butterfly fanciers know, one of the other butterfly families that are generally smaller than the Swallowtails is known as the Whites. One species of White butterfly was given the name pamela, so it's the Pamela White. It happens that some female Pamela Whites are not white. All of them have colored markings, but some of them are, primarily...brown! Fessenden doesn't say it--it's too easy--but he shows us a photo of what logically ought to be called the Pamela Brown! (There's a family of butterflies that are normally brown; they are, illogically, called the Nymphs and Satyrs, which leaves "Pamela Brown" available as a nickname for brown-winged Pamela Whites.) 


(Young people may not get it. "Pamela Brown" was a song, the national anthem of all young adults who enjoyed being bachelors, back when people my age were young adults. 


This Brazilian site, set up to address the questions of insect-phobic readers, mentions that epidaus is one of the Swallowtails that smell "bad." It opened in Portuguese for me; I used Google Translate to get the quoted word "bad." It does not tackle the question of whether epidaus is only a primary pollinator, or the primary pollinator, for custard-apples, the fruit of Annona reticulata, which local humans eat. (Custard-apples have been considered the most important member, economically, of a plant/fruit family that also includes pawpaws, soursops, sweetsops, cherimoya and more.) 


Scientists currently recognize three subspecies. In fact individual variation makes it hard to define how to classify an individual in a subspecies without knowing where it was found. Eduardo Nuple Juarez has at least proposed a math-based rule for classification. 


E. epidaus epidaus is found in the eastern parts of Mexico and Central America. It appears on checklists for BelizeCosta RicaEl SalvadorGuatemalaHondurasMexico, and Nicaragua. (If by any chance you're going to visit one of those countries, you can use those links to download a printable checklist.) Their forewings tend to become scaleless and transparent only in the pale stripe at the outer edge. Their wings can look pale green in some lights, as Zebra Swallowtails' wings do.


Photo from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com.

E. epidaus tepicus and E.e. fenochionis are found in northwestern and southwestern Mexico, respectively. Tepicus was recognized as a subspecies by Rothschild et al. in 1906; fenochionis has sometimes been listed as a separate species. Their forewings can be transparent all the way across the top edge. The pattern of wing striping and scale loss differs just noticeably.


Eurytides (or Protographium) epidaus tepicus photograph from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com.


E. (or P.) epidaus fenochionis photo from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com.

They live in forests that have distinct "wet" and "dry" seasons. They sip water from shallow puddles and wet sand. Fenochionis, at least, seem to tolerate one another's company...


Flock of fenochionis "puddling" from momoto-erick at inaturalist.mma.gob.cl. That site, and others, also document that small groups of these butterflies sometimes mingle with larger groups of mixed species while puddling.

This photo essay is primarily about a similar-looking species, P. (or E.) dariensis, but contains photos of the life cycle of P. (or E.) epidaus. The text is in Spanish, but (1) scientific jargon is meant to be internationally accessible, so it's easy Spanish, and (2) translation software.


Ah, here's the site I really wanted. Well, Google did put it nearer the top than that other site. Their write-up of epidaus paints a peculiar picture. Butterfly reproduction takes place by means of a spermatophore, or "sperm package," transferred from male to female. As the outer covering of the "package" dissolves, it breaks down into those minerals the females are too nice to slurp up out of polluted puddles, and other nutrients. Viable sperm cells join with ova; less viable sperm material is digested along with the outer coat of the spermatophore. Acguanacaste makes it sound as if the female reached inside herself and sorted out the sperm cells, which of course she doesn't. What she spends her time doing, with her voluntary muscles, is finding suitable leaves and laying eggs by ones. Sperm selection is part of her job, in a manner of speaking, but it's a set of chemical reactions that take place inside her.


Eggs are laid by ones, and resemble little white beads. Annona reticulata is listed as the usual host plant, with some sources mentioning that the butterflies may also use Annona glabra and some species of Rollinia


Photo from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com.

Caterpillars don't try to look like centipedes. Their skin is relatively smooth. This hatchling shows the white "belt" marking found on many other baby Swallowtails.


They have the humpbacked body shape that conceals an osmeterium. 



Though not all caterpillars show this top/side contrast color pattern, it probably has some survival value. It falls into the category of cryptic coloration. A predator looking at this pattern might have to look twice to realize that it was looking at a small, slow-moving, not highly toxic, really almost defenseless little animal. 


Caterpillar sequence from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com. These are relatively small caterpillars; they will become relatively small butterflies, for Swallowtails. All fenochionis shown matured from black to green; some specimens of E. epidaus epidaus went through an orange stage:


Some kept the black and white color scheme:


The photographer known as Syntheticpurples didn't say what person did to get this individual to put out its osmeterium, nor whether its bird-repellent scent was unpleasant or even noticeable to humans. 


Photo from inaturalist.ala.org.au. This caterpillar's lower sides look almost exactly like the leaf on which it's sitting...now that's camouflage!

As shown in the video above, although these caterpillars don't use silk to pull leaves together around themselves, make nests, or wrap their chrysalides in cocoons, they do drool as continually as other caterpillars, and their saliva hardens into silk. Benodelacruz does not explain how he kept this caterpillar drooling on his fingertip long enough to produce a visible layer of silk. Usually, when caterpillars can taste that they're walking on something inedible, they keep walking until they come to the kind of leaf they can eat.


Photo by Benodelacruz at inaturalist.mma.gob.cl.

"Mature" caterpillars are 3 to 4 cm long, less than 2 inches, and adult butterflies' wingspan is usually given as 4 to 5 cm. Some butterflies reportedly measure 3 inches or more across the wings. 

Chrysalides look like broken dead leaves. They can be black or dark gray as well as brown or green. These butterflies have overlapping generations. They reproduce continuously, mother butterflies laying an egg here and an egg there throughout their lives, caterpillars pupating for anywhere from twelve days to ten months. They live in places where the weather tends to be warm to hot all year, so seasons make little difference to them. 


Photo from ButterfliesOfAmerica.com.

Sunday, May 12, 2024

Book Review: The Mary Miracle

Title: The Mary Miracle

Author: Jack Hayford

Date: 1994

Publisher: Gospel Light

ISBN: 0-8307-1652-1

Length: 201 pages

Quote: “A pregnancy is the ultimate analogy. Everything in life is ‘like it’.”

So, whoever you are, and whatever may be going on in your life at the moment, Jack Hayford proposes to strain for an analogy to Mary’s accepting the call to be the Mother of Christ.

Let’s just say, as charitably as possible, that although some women have apparently approved of this analogy, it doesn’t work for me. .

Jack Hayford is generally a skillful writer and speaker. The individual chapters are coherent, logical, and terse. 

Some people collect Hayford's writing and may want this book to complete their collection. Right. I have it.

Unto the Skeptics I Became Skeptical

The skeptics claim that God cannot exist
Because things said about God make no sense.
We who would seize the point that they have missed
Consider things said of our Presidents.

Much nonsense has been uttered and believed
About the way our Chief ascends to fame,
The duties and the powers he’s received,
And his fair measure of our praise and blame:

So much nonsense that, as they serve their term,
Each one amasses mail absurd enough
To fill a book; as apologium,
Most of them publish this ridiculous stuff.

Did God divert the storm for Preacher Pat?
To say such things poor Preacher Pat is able.
Does the President hold council with his cat?
Can he amend the multiplication table?

Those who write letters to the President’s pet
Are saner still than those who might deny
That Presidents exist, or letters get;
This is a rule to judge the skeptics by.


 

Friday, May 10, 2024

New Book Review: Pearse

Title: Pearse 

Author: London Clarke

Date: 2024

Publisher: London Clarke

Quote: ""What did you get me?" She blinked. "Absinthe.""

Men do well to beware of a woman who asks a man for a date, much less one who pays for his drink, but even for a gal who does the asking and the paying, Lacey is more than Pearse bargained for. 

Pearse is a "sanguinarian." A professional phlebotomist at a hospital, he's become a bit kinky about drinking human blood. There are real people like that. Like other people with peculiar sexual kinks, they form social clubs. And, just as it's easy for people with more sinister intentions to take advantage of more popular kinks, it's easy for people with really evil intentions to exploit a club of people who want to act out "Dracula" fantasies.

This book is a "prequel" leading into a series. It has an ending, but Pearse knows the ending is only temporary. His troubles will resume.

Content warnings: This is a novel about people trying to emulate Dracula in real life. Violence, enough detail to make it clear that extramarital sex is going on, and the kind of language you'd expect today's young people to use when that sort of thing is happening, are to be expected. This is the sort of book parents and teenagers will probably hide from each other--each knowing that the others are aware that that sort of books exist, but neither wanting to know that their parents or their children actually read it.

Lost Poetry of Cellphones

Remember phones? Devices doomed by greed
fulfilled a wish, seemed to fulfill a need
until expenses & bad news about'm
convinced us we could live, anew, without'm.
 
The Poets & Storytellers United prompt for this week was to write a poem in the shape of an oldfashioned cell phone message: 160 characters, including spaces.


Thursday, May 9, 2024

Web Log for 5.8.24

There's still a serious problem somewhere. The sponsors are paying for a reliable, wired Internet connection. The connection to Mountainet is excellent. At some point between Mountainet and Google, storm damage persists. The actual connection to Google that I've been getting this week has definitely been wireless and has blinked in and out whenever rain was falling...somewhere...not necessarily here. 

Animals

Butterfly romance. These smaller butterflies don't spend time travelling together, like Monarchs, or plying each other with perfume, like Swallowtails, or play-fighting to slow down the process, like Clearwing Swallowtails, but at least they are modest. They hide the more tempting, fat-bearing parts of their bodies behind their dry, unappetizing wings.


Politics (Election 2024)

Why some voters won't trust Tulsi Gabbard: 


Zazzle

Zazzle now does what most stores now call "fanny packs." I liked "pouches" better. Belt pouches? Strap-on pockets? Useful things anyway. Mine:


You can substitute any other picture from my collection or yours, but I like the White Admiral butterfly on this one because the back of the pouch, which isn't printed, happens to mimic the motif on the White Admiral butterfly. 

Not mine: 


Another cool trinket you never knew you needed: Bluetooth speakers. If you have a stupidphone that has Bluetooth and you want to use it in the car without holding the phone against your ear, this is for you. I like it with the Black Swallowtail butterfly, but you could substitute a photo of your dog and still support the butterflies.



Sharing Crafts with Your Niece

Almost twenty years ago, Associated Content requested articles with the title "Sharing Crafts with Your Niece." What follows was one of the most popular of the articles they published. I think the idea is "evergreen," but some things about this post needed to change.

One major change: I need to mention that, obviously, the niece who was discussed here is older and more capable by now. Perhaps one day she'll write something about Sharing Crafts with Your Aged Aunt. 

The other: Back then, we did search engine optimization by simple stunts like repeating the keyword ten times in the subheadings for each item on a Top Ten list. Now, we don't need to bother about search engine optimization, because the top ratings on Google are for sale and you can't afford them, but we can decorate posts with fair-use photos.

The article:

My mother sews tailored clothes. My sister sculpts ceramic animals. I knit sweaters. All of us have also done some drawing and painting.

My niece looks lovely in the clothes her aunt and grandmother have made for her. She enjoys drawing, but isn’t quite ready to rent a gallery. She does help me use up a lot of scrap paper.

Here is a Top Ten list of things preschool and primary school children can make, and even display at a craft show or at least a flea market, while they’re still at the drawing-on-the-other-side-of-scrap-paper stage.

#1: Glitter Glue. You need: some old bottles and jars, too small or odd-shaped for canning; glitter glue; some string, yarn, ribbon, etc.; paper decals, macaroni letters, etc., for embellishments. 


Clean and dry the bottles or jars. Decorate with glitter glue, ribbon, decals, etc. Bottles can be used to hold flowers or organize nails, pencils, knitting needles--whatever will fit. 

#2: Scrapbooks. You need: a nice binder, some durable paper (the more different colors the better),some pictures (newspapers and coloring books can be used), assorted crayons and markers for decoration. 


No one is ever too young for scrapbooks, whether you’ve lived long enough to have compiled a really historic scrapbook, or just want to have fun cutting and pasting. Add decorative stickers, ribbons, sequins--whatever you find to enhance photos, programs, cards, etc. You can also buy or make stampers for further decoration--see below.

#3: Stamping. You need: stampers (purchased, and/or carved out of wood or linoleum, and/or carved out of carrot ends or potatoes); paper or cardboard; stamp pads, preferably in a selection of colors. 


Very young nieces enjoy just stamping all over the place. School-aged nieces usually want to make a neat, professional image that fits onto a page, and can design and make professional-quality greeting cards if you buy nice card stock.

#4: Calligraphy. You need: a calligraphy pen with a point (not cheap, but the whole family can reuse it indefinitely); attractive paper; if you want your niece to have a whole table or corner to herself, a selection of colored paper and ink; and some beautiful thoughts for her to write out in beautiful style. 


Anyone who can write legibly is ready to try calligraphy. Use scrap paper until your italic or cursive style pleases you, then move on to fancy paper.

#5: Buttons. You need: easy-baking clay such as Sculpey; suitable paint; an oven, as recommended for the clay you use. Polymer clay makes durable buttons and bakes at ordinary kitchen temperatures.


Your niece presses the clay into interesting shapes--round, square, free-form, whatever. You poke holes in it and bake it. Either or both of you can paint the buttons when dry.

#6: Braids, Bows, and Macrame. You need: lengths of ribbon, cord, string, yarn, or thread. 


Find material to suit your purpose--heavy cord for hanging flowerpots, dainty threads for bracelets and hair ornaments. Begin by letting your niece practice making basic braids and knots. Once she’s learned the techniques, you can add beads, junk jewelry, shells or other found natural objects, to make things suitable for hanging on the walls, wearing around your neck, or hanging flower pots. 

#7: Pot Holders. You need: a cheap plastic weaving frame, a crochet hook (or the wire hook that may come with the frame), and a selection of sock tops (or similar bands of fabric).


You can cut thin even strips off the tops of your family’s old socks, if you’ve accumulated enough of them, or buy precut loops just for weaving, or even use loops of knitting yarn (trim the knots to make a nice even fringe). Your niece can have fun planning stripes, plaids, and rainbow-shaded effects. 

#8: Frame Knitting. You need: a knitting frame, or frames; some yarn; a crochet hook 


Knitting frames come in a wide range of sizes and shapes. Straight plastic frames can be hooked together to make full-sized garments and afghans. Knitting spools or circular knitting frames are usually suitable for knitting only a limited selection of shapes. You can, however, use circular knitting frames with eight or more pegs to make flat strips, which can then be sewn, braided, or woven together to make legs for stuffed animals, sleeves for dolls’ clothes, strands for braided rugs, or even fingers for thumbs or mittens.

#9: Beadwork. You need: lots of beads (patterns published in adults’ craft magazines will specify the numbers and colors, or you can design your own pattern on graph paper and count the dots), and string or cord for stringing them on. You can also use pins or wires to make bead sculptures.


The usual rule is "smaller fingers, bigger beads." 

#10: Nature Crafts. You need: twigs, cones, leaves, seed pods, and other things found on nature walks; glue or paste; paint, ribbons, and thread for embellishment, if any. 


What you find on a hike will suggest other things to make with nature crafts. You might use glitter glue or paint to make holiday decorations, hang objects up to make a mobile, glue them into position to suggest a house or boat or some other image, even use them to build or furnish a dollhouse. 

Art Writing Is a Genre

Most readers of this web site are probably familiar with the term "ekphrastic," as used to describe a piece of writing that's directly connected to a piece of visual art. To understand the poem or story you need to see the picture. Whole novels have been written that way, like Joan Aiken's Girl from Paris. There are contests for ekphrastic poetry on the Internet every few months. But, with the shrinking of newspapers, is there still a market for prose writing about art? Do schools still require students to write in that genre? Do paying publishers ever print things adults write about art shows in museums?

The answer is yes. At least this British magazine does:


Giving me an excuse to post something I wrote in 1991...as a sample of the sort of thing college students used to write, and a few magazines and newspapers still print. If you're going to live in a city that has art galleries, where your friends are going to compete for invitations to display paintings, sculptures, woven wall art, etc., it's worth cultivating the art of writing about art displays. 

I didn't really intend to live in such a city; although I did, later, my husband and I went to more book parties than we did visual art displays. I saved this essay because it was the winner in a competitive game; a whole class went to the museum on a bus, leaving paper and pencils behind, and competed to see who could remember most artefacts afterward. Proof that I have more visual memory than I usually claim? No—proof that I was able to use my verbal, auditory memory to “write” the article in my head at the museum, then literally run to the computer center and type it. 

On rereading, what comes to mind is that I took Darryl Halbrooks’ technical skill for granted. Although most of his surreal artwork consisted of hostile sarcastic visual jokes, the jokes were offensive because the artwork “read” so clearly—the realistic details were well molded and painted. Good surreal art embeds realistic images within dreamscapes. I couldn’t say that Halbrooks’ three-dimensional cartoon figures resemble the almost photographic images that made Dalí famous, so instead I’ll say that my mental measurement for successful surreal art is the extent to which it reminds me of Dalí—and the Halbrooks collection did. At least the emphasis was on snarky jokes rather than scattered body parts.

Darryl Halbrooks, btw, is still alive, painting and sculpting. Digital images of his more recent work are at https://www.darrylhalbrooks.com/artwork.html .The snark content is still high; there's still a landscape formed from a collage of office clutter, still a medieval saint trying to cuddle a large snarling dog as if it were a baby. There's an impressive collection of paintings of scenes from vintage movies, and other themes and techniques that weren't really precedented in his 1991 exhibition. It's an interesting site to click around.

This post seemed to need a visual image. For Halbrooks images, you can visit his web site, so here's a picture from Google of a piece of elaborately woven fabric from India:


Photo from Artsy.com.

"Faces of India" & Recent Work by Darryl Halbrooks

I. Faces of India

1. Weaving. Several large pieces of woven fabric were displayed. One Indian word for fabric is sutra, which can refer to cloth or to the fabric of the universe. This brings to American minds the Kama Sutra, Kama being a Hindu deity associated with love, but the connection was not traced by the museum guide.

A sari was displayed with instructions on how the sari itself is wound around the body, tucked into the skirt, and draped over the blouse. According to an Indian legend, an elaborate sari once saved the life of a righteous lady. Enemies chased her and caught the end of her sari, but the lady prayed aloud as she danced out of their reach, unwinding her sari. Some say the sari miraculously stretched and unwound, stretched and unwound, for half a mile or more, until the lady reached a house where the enemies dared not follow her...still wrapped in the silken sheath-dress Indian women wear to show patriotic pride.

2. Photographs. Around one wall were several photographs of individuals and a landscape. Some people’s attention was caught by a photograph of an old man smoking a pipe and looking unusually contemplative. Others noticed a sequence of pictures of a young man demonstrating Yoga positions (asana), which are thought to promote transcendental-type meditation while they build strength and flexibility, or pictures of an extremely thin boy and a gaunt old man. I was most intrigued by the portrait of an old woman. Photographs rarely give me a sense of the subject’s personality except through the use of poses and props. This one did.

3. Dolls. Two fashion dolls were displayed on a stand. These dolls differ from European and American dolls by their costumes and by the exaggeration of their painted eyes. “Long eyes” are a feature of beautiful people as painted by Indian artists. I have heard Indian men, not necessarily Hindus, use “long eyes” or “lotus eyes” as Americans might use “blonde,” as a shorthand summary of conventional beauty. In the Hindu paintings on the wall behind the dolls, the characters’ eyes were even more exaggerated. It appears more grotesque than beautiful to the American observer, but then there are cultures in which blondness is considered unattractive too. Ear and nose ornaments were conspicuous in the dolls’ costumes, and also in the paintings. One doll wore a classic sari of loosely woven yellow fabric with lace borders. The other wore a rose-colored velvet gown whose close-fitting waist, sheer set-in sleeves gathered at wrists and shoulders, and plain long skirt could equally well have been accessorized as a European or Early American dress.

4. Paintings. One wall displayed a sequence of paintings illustrating episodes of the life of Krishna, a Hindu figure often described as Christlike. Hindu deities are said to have “blue blood” and Krishna could be identified in each picture by his blue-gray face. In the most bizarre painting Krishna is being nursed by a female giant with a monstrous tongue that coils through and around the baby’s fist. More conventional scenes show Krishna among ordinary people, in conversation ina courtyard, in rowboats, etc. 

5. Inadequacy. India is a very large country comprised of many different ethnic groups who follow different customs, practice different religions, and speak different languages. Despite government efforts to reduce the number of languages in use, still natives of India are not always able to talk naturally with one another. It would be impossible to get an adequate survey of Indian art into a room of this size, or make even a casual study of it in a one-hour visit. Many groups are completely ignored, even the substantial Muslim and Christian minorities.

The guide appeared nervous and not fully prepared to discuss the display. Instead his lecture was mostly about the reasons why American observers should not be prejudiced against Indian art. Since this American observer grew up with family friends who came from India and Pakistan, this lecture failed to make a favorable impression. More information on the artwork displayed would have been more useful.

II. Darryl Halbrooks

The guide appeared to take it for granted that the audience would prefer the exhibition of Styrofoam painting by Darryl Halbrooks. The observer heard at least two other visitors from Berea express a preference for “Faces of India.” I don’t feel that the two exhibitions can be compared. They represent different types of art (or craft) produced and displayed for different purposes. Although some of the Indian pieces expressed joy and merriment, none of them was a cartoon. The purpose of displaying them was to introduce Americans to Indian art. Most of the Halbrooks pieces were political cartoons. The purpose of displaying them was to prod Americans to reconsider various aspects of our own culture. These purposes may not be entirely incompatible but it would be hard to trace any connection between these collections.

1. Portrait: “Mi Madre.” Among the Halbrooks pieces, one titled “Mi Madre” did not suggest a sarcastic commentary on U.S. culture. This seemed to be a simple portrait in painted Styrofoam.

2. Animals. Two more paintings used dog images, one with an apparently wild dog pack and one with dogs’heads. No specific message was clear to this observer.

3. American Idolatries. The tone of the other Holbrooks pieces was compared by several observers to Gary Larson’s “Far Side” cartoons. Bombs and soda cans appeared in triptychs recalling the phrase, “Your ‘god’ is what you serve.” Americans “serve” bombs and warfare through taxes; individually, we “serve” favorite foods, drinks, and drugs. Another piece showed a bomb cradled in the arms of a madonnalike figure, presumably Lise Meitner, a physicist whose discoveries led to modern atomic science, so that she was nicknamed the “Mother of the Bomb.” The North and Northwest were portrayed by two creatures that might be wild dogs or wolverines, fighting below what I saw as the familiar faces on Mount Rushmore, badly copied. To Southerners this probably seems like a valid way to characterize this part of the country, nor are similar opinions unfamiliar to Canadians of my acquaintance. How this piece would impress a native of the northern border States, I don’t care to imagine.

4. “Open Demonstration of Affection.” My favorite of the Halbrooks pieces was this simple cartoon image, in which a human body is “opened” down the front to reveal the heart and other internal organs. I was once troubled by a plague of excessively evangelical Christians who used the undefined term “open” to describe some quality of human beings. This image came to my mind, too. An alternative had to do with the phrase “open slut”; I think Halbrooks chose the image that is more likely to suggest to those who describe people as “open” that this usage conveys no useful information. If they mean “interested” or “tolerant” or “sympathetic,” their purpose would be better served by one of those words. This cartoon has social value. It graphically illustrates something that needed to be said and has not been said many times before.

[Christians who describe people as "open," as if that were a good thing, might have been influenced by this 1948 essay recently reprinted in Plough Quarterly

https://www.plough.com/en/topics/faith/discipleship/get-ready-to-be-changed

In this specifically religious context the word usage makes sense, but talking about it as if the speaker could have any idea whether anyone else is "open to spiritual transformation" still seems out of bounds to me.]

5. Satirical References to the Bible and Christian Beliefs. Most of the Halbrooks pieces were satires on religious themes. Although they did not offend this observer, who took them as an example of the working of an immature mind in rebellion against the religious teachings of his childhood, their crude sarcasm offended many visitors. This offense was probably intended, but it is unimpressive, the way primary school children swearing is unimpressive. To Christians the story of the sacrifice of Isaac does not mean that God plays elaborate, painful practical jokes on people, but (primarily, among other things) that people should be prepared to give up whatever is dearest to them in order to serve God. For me as a Christian, “Just Kidding,” which suggests that this Bible story is about God’s mean sense of humor, does not arouse moral indignation but only a condescending variety of pity. Therefore, I say all the Styrofoam painting/sculptures that ridicule Christian beliefs fail. And, knowing evangelical types, I expect that they’ll also fail to keep the evangelists from Halbrooks’ door.