Thursday, October 2, 2025

Web Log for 10.1.25

I thought I was going to have a lot of time for link hunting today. I had almost none. But that's a good thing.

Disaster 

Joe Jackson has video:


Technically the Carolina coast didn't even get the hurricane. This is only an Edge. 

Music 

Some pop singer has released a new, I think lacklustre, I might even say whiny, song that begins with the classic lines, "Oh, when shall I see Jesus, and reign with Him above, and shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning?" Originally those words opened one of the great shape-note songs from the early, Methodist-dominated camp meetings, preserved in current hymnals by Seventh-Day Adventists. The thing about the early camp meetings is that historians agree that people from different denominations, who debated doctrine vigorously at other times of year, set up adjacent camps where they politely ignored each other's lectures during their own, but learned each other's songs and exchanged those traditional recipes for "Baptist Pie" and "Methodist Pie." James White (who started out as a Baptist preacher) reportedly used to open SDA meetings by walking up the aisle, singing these words to this tune, beating time on a hymnal. Here is an Adventist prep school choir's version. Canadian Content. Beautiful BC video if you can see it.

Book Review: Easy Bazaar Crafts

Book Review: Easy Bazaar Crafts

Author: Better Homes & Gardens magazine staff

Date: 1981

Publisher: Meredith Corporation

ISBN: 0-696-00665-0

Length: 96 pages

Illustrations: photos, diagrams, graphics

Quote: “If you’re planning a money-making bazaar, stock up here on ideas.”

The patterns in this book include dolls, pincushions, scarves, purses, pillows, oven mitts, decorative flowers, puzzles, place mats, napkins, napkin rings, key racks, trivets, letter sorters, and more. Templates for an extension of traditional dollhouse furniture (one inch to one foot) can be used with felt, cardboard, pipe cleaners, and fabric as well as wood, or enlarged for dolls built on a scale of two inches to one foot (like Barbie) or even three inches to one foot (like the American Girls). Several patterns for hand knitting, crocheting, sewing, appliqué, embroidery, and quilting are included. There’s also a selection of clever things kids can make with cones and seed pods, and an extensive collection of bread, cookie, and candy recipes.

The editors mean “easy” when they say “easy.” What they call an “intricate pattern” for a baby sweater is what Barbara Walker might have called “barely enough pattern to keep the knitter awake.” Even after having made a few elaborate Aran or fairisle masterpieces, most knitters still find room in our knitting lives for “mindless, instant-gratification, quickie holiday gift” knitting too, and this book contains some. Most projects in each craft category would be encouraging first or second projects for beginners. Most of the recipes are suitable for kindergarten children to use (with adult supervision, of course).

Easy Bazaar Crafts is recommended to anyone in search of quick, fun projects to sell for fundraisers and stuff into stockings. 

Meet the Blogroll: Adios Barbie

Adios Barbie was the name of a book about pop culture's ideas of beauty. Then it was the name of a website featuring articles on that topic. 

In the past articles posted at AdiosBarbie.com showed up in my blog feed. In recent years, format changes have caused these articles not to show up in the blog feed. The site is now formatted to feed into e-mail. Don't bother adding this site to your blog feed if you want to follow it.

Anyway, this site invites first-person articles from lots of different women on the general theme of how we relate to pop culture's ideas of beauty. The quality of these articles naturally varies. I've liked some of them, not liked others. Generally I agree with the overall idea that we should try to keep our bodies healthy and let that optimize our looks, rather than worrying too much about who likes our look or prefers a different look.

How far should advertisers go in the direction of celebrating good health and self-esteem, rather than always looking for models who look like the images that were in the news recently--Sydney Sweeney, Candace Owens, et al.? Ideology isn't always helpful. What we see in a picture does not always communicate itself to less informed eyes. 

In the 1990s when hand-knitted sweaters were the height of fashion, I put together a portfolio of satisfied customers modelling things I'd knitted. It showed the diversity of age, size, gender, and color that is found among my close friends and relatives. They were all pretty or handsome in different ways. And then there was a cousin who was in her forties at the time. Her sister had been in some of my classes at school. Both of them had beautiful faces. I thought of them in biblical terms, a Rachel-type and a Leah-type. "Leah" (not to be confused with a younger relative whose actual real-world name was Leah) was more interesting, at the time; Rachel had gone into baby-making mode. Leah had cerebral palsy. She wore thick corrective glasses, and her face had a habit of twitching into alarming grimaces that made no emotional sense. I was used to Leah, liked her, and thought her photo modelling her hand-knitted sweater was excellent; it showed one of her versions of a smile. But nobody else ever came to that picture and said, intelligently, "Oh, that's a satisfied customer who has cerebral palsy." They said, "Oh, my." They said, "Oh, dear."

I thought any intelligent person ought to be able to accept Leah not only as a model but as a friend, a hostess, a church lady, a writer, a teacher...but a lot of people who knew our parents, and us, never really were. They said they couldn't afford to make more buildings more wheelchair-friendly. They didn't say that they also didn't know what to say or do, and felt panicky, in the presence of an intelligent person whose facial expressions and tone of voice really were "crazy." And I could hardly say while Leah was living, "Look, I'm phobic about people who have autism or dementia or schizophrenia too. The fact that I like this woman ought to tell you that all she has is cerebral palsy. Relax! Include her! On an equal basis, except of course when someone needs to help load the wheelchair in and out of cars." 

I didn't want to take Leah's photo out of my portfolio...but when I got a good-quality photo of my boyfriend doing a lot for his hand-knitted sweater, I did. The portfolio looked more effective all right, one conventionally attractive smile after another, no smiles distorted by spastic facial muscles. Urk.

That's the sort of thing people lament at AdiosBarbie.com. If you want to stretch your consciousness of how other people cope with social life as an unannounced beauty contest, that site may help. If you think that that kind of stories have served their purpose and people really need to be reminded that there's nothing wrong with looking like, or looking at, Sydney Sweeney...well, that's where your head's at. Cheers. I think there are too many stories on the theme of "Why don't more people celebrate how healthy and pretty I feel about being only 40 pounds overweight, when I used to be 140 pounds overweight," myself. Then I note that thought as an indication that I need more reminders about this particular kind of eye-judgment.

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Web Log for 9.29-30.25

Animals 

Digital image splicing hardly qualifies as "artificial intelligence" but it does have its uses: None of the cute kittens were harmed by the production of a digital video in which they're dressed like a rock band and sing a clever parody of one of the band's songs. If the producer used per own kitten pictures and wrote per own song lyrics, rather than using plagiarism software, then I'd call this video well done. I still think we need human intelligence to ensure that any splicing of anyone else's content into computer-generated content must be approved by the original content producer and paid, say 50c per picture or a penny a word, adjusted upward in case of inflation. Anyway it's likely to make pet owners giggle. If our pets could play drums and guitars and dance on our pillows when they want to be fed and walked at night, this is how they'd sound...


Disaster

This time it's the other side of North Carolina...where more of Mother's relatives actually live.
 
Apologies to those who think Diamond sounds more gleefully vindicated when disasters fit his model better than someone else's, rather than concerned about the people involved. He does but he spent years perfecting that sound.


Peace 

I think this writer may be talking about Trump--and I'm delighted if person is. People who aren't Trump fans need to focus on peace.

Book Review: Right Where We Belong

Title: Right Where We Belong

Author: Farrah Penn

Date: 2025

Publisher: Viking

ISBN: 978 05935 28334

Quote: "I do not want Sumner Winchel thinking I've intentionally sought him out."

Delaney is, of course, in love with Sumner. They're keeping it age-appropriate, during their last year of high school, with the focus on academic and intramural rivalries. They have to work together, though, when they find a lost English boy who seems to have stepped out of the nineteenth century wandering around their New York State prep school campus. He's not hard to integrate into their school life, but there's a problem. He really has time-travelled from the nineteenth century. He's the founder of the school. If he didn't stumble into a future America he might not have founded the school. If he doesn't go back to his own time in time, the whole school, including second- and third-generation students like Delaney and Sumner, could blink out of existence.

Lots of science fiction fun and games help Delaney through the late stages of grief (her father, who used to teach at her school, died last year). Age-appropriate flirting with Lord William also seems to help her relationship with Sumner. She has to think about her studies, too, of course, and fundraising...read the book.

If you believe that being "in love" in grade twelve is a happy way for a story to end, you'll enjoy this young-adult romance with a spice of geophysics. Delaney is pretty and romantic, and she also has a life of her own, which puts her romance well above average.

(Fair disclosure: I'm writing this review in July, having received a draft copy, or "galley proof," to read in order for reviews to appear when the book appears in stores. It's expected to reach your local bookstore some time in October. If you don't see it in a store today, pre-ordering books is always encouraging to writers.)

Books I Would Reread, and Why

This week Long & Short Reviews links up posts about the books reviewers would or wouldn't review, and why.

This question seems to invite generalizations.

Books I would reread, or at least re-skim? That would be most books I've read. I skim-read fast enough not to mind the time it takes if someone asks which volume in a series had a particular minor character in it, or whether a quote attributed to the author online sounds like even a rephrasing of anything the author said in...A day will probably come when I'm not able to do this any more, but it's true for now.

Books I would not reread? Not just the ones I've deleted from Kindle or Book Funnel to save space. If the blog says I enjoyed a book, or even that I didn't like it much but you might, it's probably not one that I want to keep and reread every year, but it's one that I'd skim-read if, say, I was reading a volume that came later in the series and wanted to remind myself of the story about how the characters met. The ones I would not reread are the ones that seemed to be completely dishonest, like a horrible novel that claimed to be Christian in which a family seemed impossibly nice and cheerful and sweet because they were all on drugs, or like the genre fiction that never even shows a seam where the author actually wrote a single scene without help from a chatbot, or like the bestseller of bygone years where the twelve-year-old seduced the grown-up. That's not merely bad; it's worse.

(Though of course everyone's definition of the very worst in books is subjective, and subject to cultural influence. Because my culture values the growing-and-learning time of life in ways most human cultures never did, I think fiction should not mention any sexuality characters might have before they're sixteen. This may seem arbitrary to some people...deal with it.)

Most books that are identified as classics are generally worth rereading but, for a change, let's encourage new writers with a list of ten recent books that are currently in my Kindle, that I intend to keep there until I get printed copies, because I'm likely to want to reread...

(This list is arbitrarily discriminating against new books that I received in formats other than Kindle. That's because I'm offline, and Kindle is working better than Book Funnel or PDF at the moment. If that's not the best reason why your book's not on the list, at least it helps me narrow the selection down to ten. These have all been reviewed at this web site recently, and should be in your favorite bookstore. They were selected by looking down the list of titles in the "recently accessed" view in the Kindle app.)

Isabel Allende, My Name is Emilia del Valle

Emily Dana Botrous, With Love Melody

London Clarke, The Neighbor

Sallie Cochren, Let the Purring Begin

Channelle Desamours, Needy Little Things

Carl Hiaasen, Fever Beach

Robert Malone, Lies My Govt Told Me

Neal Shusterman, All Better Now

Sharon Srock, For Mercie's Sake

Barbara Wright, Anny in Love

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Kingsport Vlogger's Walking Tour of Gate City

Just one link with lots of comments, in which "Big O" walks through my town and does a pretty decent vlog. 


Comments:

"Big O" doesn't sound local and mentions, in the video, having come from Atlanta. An immigrant! Probably that's typical of the best "walking tour of a small town" vlogs. People who have always lived in a small town tend to overlook things that they're not advertising. You get a better view of the town through fresher eyes. More balance. More willingness to focus on things like litter, and, by focussing on one piece of litter in this video, celebrate the general tidiness of the streets.

Gate City was only starting to talk about building the middle school when I was a student; actually built it when my sister was in high school. She worked on the clean-up crew in the summer! I missed all the fun! The old college building, which housed grade eight when I was in school (grade seven had to use classrooms in the elementary school building), was pulled down and replaced with a nice new elementary school gym. When I was in elementary school nobody thought kids needed a gym. On the other hand, when I was in grade nine, people thought ninth graders were competent to mingle with high school students in "open" classes, divided by how much people had already learned rather than when they were born, which made high school more interesting than grade school had been.  

Gate City does not actually have two fire departments. The one located "in the old Food City building" on Route 23 is for Weber City, which has its own zipcode. They are two separate organizations. The quiet older man walking around the fire truck is our Fire Chief; he still fights fires, operating a truck and directing the younger men. He was the first responder who arrived in time to save the Cat Sanctuary from a chimney fire in 2015. 

"Pal's" is a local fast food chain. Their signs always feature "Pal's Instructions"--sometimes calling attention to new menu items, sometimes giving advice on life in general. The pastel checkered buildings were challenged under an eyesore law in Kingsport, where the chain's based, and ruled to be just exactly as ugly as local eyes could be asked to endure. Anything tackier would absolutely be illegal. The Pal's in the video is managed by a relative of mine and is my pick of the fast food places in town, though the McDonald's and Taco Bell are writer-friendly and have better food selections than Hardee's.  

The glass plant's been closed for a while. 

Q.S.Q. was named from its owners' initials and closed when the last one died. It and the laundromat next door have been known to attract drug traffic, because neither is monitored in the evening.

How much of a drug problem do we have, really? "Scag" is about the rudest name a local person of my age and background ever called anybody. We used it to mean any drug addict including, if we wanted to be nasty, cigarette smokers. Decent human beings do not talk to scags. But mild non-prescription stimulants such as coffee and tea were always socially acceptable and, unfortunately, some people trying to work through injuries or compete with their grandchildren's generation on jobs have become meth addicts. Others have become addicted to prescription painkillers as a result of trying to work through injuries or compete with their grandchildren's generation on jobs. So we do have a drug problem, with the attendant social problems, illegal traffickers trying to take over blocks or open-air markets, addicts stealing property or engaging in prostitution to support their habit, people falsifying their medical records to get more prescription painkillers for resale. About 2000 some too-clever-for-her-own-good body got a grant to open a methadone clinic and twelve-step group meeting place. There weren't a lot of heroin users interested in methadone, and my understanding is that someone closer to Kingsport took over that business, but Gate City has always had plenty of twelve-steppers. Classic alcoholics, mostly harmless, they don't really bother anybody but just hang around downtown lowering the tone of Kane Street. Drug activity usually takes place around the state line and involves the welfare-and-other-kinds-of-addicts brought in to stock those awful apartment towers. Yes, there's a lot of it.

Nancy Broadwater was the vet who offered to euthanize Mogwai-cat when her hind legs went spastic. I've been told that that degree of spasticity really is fatal to a majority of cats who develop it...as with polio, though in cats it's caused by a different virus. The odds might really have been against Mogwai making a full recovery, but she did. A year after Dr. Broadwater recommended putting her down, she'd grown up with all her oddly proportioned body parts fitting together into a classic Siamese-type body shape, and become a beautiful, healthy, athletic cat with funny-looking spots on her face. She did look freaky and as if she might not have been meant to live as long as she did, though, as a kitten. I don't really blame Dr. Broadwater. There are just cats who are dumb animals, useful as small predators but pretty much interchangeable, and cats who contribute as much to your family as any of the humans and more than your brother-in-law...Mogwai was one of the latter. I have felt sort of...weird...about Dr. Broadwater ever since. Like the way you feel about the Canadian government trying to salvage its government medical system by urging everyone with a chronic disease to "choose" suicide. It's not possible to hate Canada but...ick.

"West Jackson Street or whatever"? Jackson Street buildings are numbered either "west" or "east" from that central location.

There is not a lot to see in Gate City after 5:00 p.m. When the street lamps come on, some stores keep lights on for security but hardly any are open to the public. There's not a lot of traffic in the daytime. Generally the town looks liveliest between 8 and 9 a.m. and slows down to a siesta pace by mid-afternoon. 

Broadwater Drugs has changed a great deal. It was once the classic 1950s American "drugstore," with all the over-the-counter pharmaceuticals getting legitimacy from being sold next to racks of greeting cards, books, toys, snacks, and the classic soda-fountain bar. High school kids might stop for "Cokes" (generic term including other brands of soda pop) and hamburgers at the Campus Drive-In. (Once long ago Gate City had a two-year teachers' college--back when a two-year course was thought to qualify teachers.) Elementary school students, and many of their parents, hung out after school at "the drugstore." It was called that because a Broadwater owned it, though someone from a nearby town also operated a drugstore, without a bar, when I was growing up. In the 1990s the store passed down to the next generation, who closed the bar and took out the fun stuff, having determined that the money was in having a drive-through pharmacy and displaying only "home medical supplies." It went from being a social hub to doing a tightly limited, strictly confidential trade. I've heard that this decision paid. A lot of people like doing small-town gossip but those people are, if possible, more fanatical about their own privacy than those of us who stay out of the gossip.

Southern Graphics looks dead at sundown, when the building is probably empty, but it's a nice, modern print shop. They do everything from signs to books, but they're not publishers, merely printers. They print all our high school yearbooks and most of our local history books.

One of the few businesses that aren't located on Kane or Jackson Street is the telephone and cable company, up the hill to the left on Woodland Street. Apart from that I think we really might see "it all" in this video. 

Where "Big O" stops is across the street from the elementary school, the School Board, a row of houses that are "suburban" enough to have had a cat sanctuary (when I was growing up they were patrolled by a free-range bantam hen), and then the post office and the Department of Motor Vehicles. But he's right to turn back, because he started so late. There's nothing to see there after dark. A woman walking out there alone, here I stand to testify, is likely to get the "pretty little girl / lady of your age" (note the absence of anything in between, any willingness to acknowledge that women are ever competent responsible adults) "shouldn't be out alone after dark" kind of annoyance. A man just might  be arrested. 

When he walks back and looks up King Alley, nothing's going on in the parking lot behind the stores. At one time that parking lot housed a Bristol-Jenkins bus station. (The buses, old school buses painted pale green, ran from Bristol to Kingsport to Gate City to a few other towns ending with Jenkins. The fare for a ride between two stations was a quarter. I rode in from Kingsport on a B-J bus once, the last year the company was in business, 1976.) After the bus company shut down there was still a cab stand up into the early 2000s. I looked for a cab in 2006 and was told that all three of Gate City's cab services had shut down in 2005. Since then the alley has been monitored to keep out illegal activity, which means that most of the time it's dead, but sometimes it's used for open-air concerts and parties.

The Maple Tree Cafe replaced the Roberts Family Bakery Cafe, former home of this web site. Mr. Roberts died and Mrs. Roberts wanted to concentrate on running her AirBNB since it had been less damaged by the COVID panic. She sold the cafe and the gift shop to old friends from Tennessee, where she grew up. Immigration is such a nasty thing if your children want to get a good price on a store, such a wonderful thing if they want to date someone who already lives here and won't try to pull them away. Grandma Bonnie Peters grew up in Indiana. Adayahi immigrated from Wise County. This web site will always be liberal about individual immigrants, even if we can't encourage them, but does observe that, when local people complain about "carpetbaggers" liberalizing the local Republican Party or inflating property values, those local people are getting what they deserve for not sponsoring my book biz.

That "Antique Mall" and "Antique Alley" used to be the Hackney Furniture store and Nichols Department Store. People miss what used to be in those buildings. Alas the mortality of humankind. No living Hackney seems to have wanted to sell furniture and no living Nichols (or Nickels or various other spellings; they're all one family, they were here before Noah Webster brought in the idea of standard spelling, and the name is German) wanted to keep up the big department store building. What's in those buildings now is overpriced but not bad, though currently the corner of the Nichols Building is occupied by an "Italian bistro" that is pretty disgusting.

"Big O" doesn't mention the little building tucked in between courthouse and law firm behind that statue of a soldier. The statue was done by Jim Speers. The building was the quaint little independent local library I loved as a child; after that it's been used by the Historical Society and by business owners' groups. Both deserve a good close look, by daylight.

And yes, isn't it funny how most of the businesses located within a block of the county courthouse are law firms? There's a bail bonding company, too, if you know where to look. However, a wonderful third-or-fourth-generation hardware store remains to be discovered in that Part II video..

Book Review: Grief Hollow

Title: Sour Roots

Author: Shawn Burgess

Date: 2022

Quote: "With each step they took, the forest grew darker."

In an unspecified deep, dark, creepy part of the Appalachian Mountains, worse things than mold and rot haunt a place soon to be known as Grief Hollow.

One of them is a nameless "fallen woman" who, over years of living alone with grief, shame, and revenge, has transformed into a nightmare creature in the general category of what mountain people used to call Boogers. (The word is probably of Celtic origin, but during some war or other it was deliberately confused with "Bulgarian" and words for what were supposed to be that country's bad habits.) Traditional Boogers were emissaries of the Devil who came to lead sinners to their judgment. They didn't need to look worse than ugly, sooty humans. The only description of them usually given is that they were black (from spending time in the Eternal Fire) and ugly. They led or carried people away to a gruesome fate.

This one, however, seems a bit more like the "Dogmen" of more recent urban legends from further west. The look of a "Dogman" has been explained as based on a view of a bear with a disease that can cause bears' fur to fall out Bears occasionally stand and walk on their hind feet. A bald bear on its hind feet looks a bit like a naked human with a dog's head, only bigger than either human or dog. It might be willing and able to eat a human alive. It would have leathery skin, black if it were the Appalachian Mountains' black bear, and lots of teeth and claws. If it made a sound, the sound would probably be a growl or snarl. That's how Westerners describe Dogmen. It's also how Shawn Burgess describes the resident of Grief Hollow in the 1920s.

In addition to the "honey" whose humanity died in Grief Hollow long ago, whose sole purpose for existing is to get revenge on him, the man who abandoned her has a brain-damaged son, a ladylike but minimally competent wife who's doomed to spend her life keeping her son out of sight, and two little daughters whose idea of rebellion is playing in the forest. Where, in the first chapter, first the children hear a malevolent whisper that they've "come home," then they find themselves running--feeling that they're being chased--toward a crumbling house, and then something with black leathery skin and a lot of teeth and claws eats them.

Meanwhile a turned-out sharecropper (in the Deep South they were usually Black, but in the mountains they were more often White) wanders past Grief Hollow. There a grieving father insists that he be hanged for the murder of the little girls of whom only bloodstained scraps have been found. After all, he's clearly not intelligent and he doesn't know the names of the places he's wandered through. The father wants to vent his feelings on somebody. It's not as if the sharecropper will be missed.

Drawing energy from the children, the monster from Grief Hollow shows herself to their mother and brother. Just describing what she's seen gets the mother declared insane. The brother, who's never been given credit for intelligence,  blathers about "the lady from the mist" being his friend...

The grief will grow from these sour roots for another hundred years, and three volumes, if you want to read them. If you like horror fiction, you probably will. The story is told vividly but tastefully, by the special standards applied to horror fiction, and points to Burgess for leaving the usual moonshiners and outhouses out of this story.

Petfinder Post: New to Petfinder

Rabies Day has come and gone.  This web site suspects that for most of us it's an irrelevant day. Rabies spreads in warm weather so most pets were vaccinated in spring. 

So what else is new? These animals are new to Petfinder. This week's photo contest looked at new additions to the site. 

Zipcode 10101: Pearl Jam from Newark 


Lists him as part of the "Fall In Love Litter" of six kittens, siblings, with four different color patterns. You'll want to pick two; bouncy-pouncy kittens need someone their own age to bounce and pounce with. They are all described as pretty much typical kittens. 

Zipcode 20202: War, Plague, and Famine from Millersville (Maryland) 


The one at the top is the mother. The two kittens show slight color differences and should be easy to tell apart from each other. Though new to Petfinder, they've spent some time in a shelter where staff have been trying to find a home for the whole close-knit family. The names listed with them show that somebody did not appreciate them, but at least they're easy to upgrade to sound-alikes like Laura, Plains, and Jasmine. 

Zipcode 30303: Bubble Bubble from Chamble 


More kittens someone let their children watch be born and grow up, then dumped off at a shelter when the children went back to school. Bubble Bubble's siblings have their own web pages as Toil and Trouble. They've been put in a foster home but they're still basically in the custody of a county shelter. They will be the least trouble to you if you adopt all three together: kittens who play with each other are less interested in playing with your property or attacking your feet. 

Zipcode 10101: Pruitt from NYC 


Not much is known about Pruitt but he's said to be a nice, friendly dog who does well with other dogs.

Zipcode 20202: Pluto from Silver Spring 


He's part Labrador Retriever and part Whippet, so he's thinner and faster-moving than the typical retriever. What the right person will like about him is what caused the wrong person to put him up for adoption: Pluto is a year-old male dog, full of energy. If you want to lose weight while still enjoying food, Pluto would love to take metabolism-boosting runs with you. 

Zipcode 30303: Nova from Atlanta


Not much is known about him but his ancestors are thought to include Australian Cattle Dogs and Blue Heelers. 

Monday, September 29, 2025

Web Log for 9.28.25

Education 

The video is just the standard whine--give teachers more money--but the comment's worth reading. When Ds throw more money at the schools, "administrative costs" eat up more and teachers may be actually earning less than they were fifty years ago. This is still not necessarily all bad; teachers have an inflated view of their influence on students' learning. What might work is paying the students. Seriously. Simple rewards without cash payouts--finish the assignments, get the afternoon off--work with most students (those who don't have serious learning disabilities or emotional issues. But it'd be worth trying giving the "administrative" tasks to volunteer parents, having ONE office manager paid for full-time work and ALL other non-teachers paid by the hour only for actual work that can't be done by any parent who volunteers, and giving the serious money, instead, to students who complete actual learning tasks, pass tests, and demonstrate the ability to use and build on what they've learned.

Why has this not been tried? Because expanding "basic education" from eight grades to twelve grades plus tax-funded play groups was not done to make Americans more knowledgeable; it was done to keep teenagers out of the workforce and, theoretically, out of premature parenthood. Individual teachers might sincerely want to see more teenagers who've completed the requirements for grade twelve, in grade seven, using their school time for independent study projects and basic college requirements that could cut their college residency time by half, but those who've planned the industrial-model school system want to avoid that kind at any cost. They love it when gifted students spend twelve years learning bad learning habits that may prevent them from finishing college degrees and even adversely affect their experiences of employment--or even parenthood. Those who plan the industrial-model school system always resented those gifted students anyway. They couldn't enjoy competing with us so they just flat-out hate us.

Anyway, here in a snarky video is the reason why Angry Abbylab Spambucket's first known positive campaign idea--throwing more money at the public schools--will not work. Not, at least, for any purpose other than keeping more of Spambucket's supporters' in-laws employed in jobs that sound legitimate, even respectable--however meretricious they are.


Poetry 

It's hard to write serious tributes to great people, which was one of the main subjects of classical poetry, without sounding a bit fulsome, a tad fannish...even in prose. Studying our models won't help; to modern tastes the classical poets sounded fulsome and fannish, though they might have had more excuse, having fewer examples to compare their hosts and patrons with. Brian Yapko finds it helps a little bit to put his tribute to Mark Twain and Helen Keller into the mouth of a contemporary who would have minded sounding fulsome and fannish less than a modern speaker. But was their friendship really so surprising? Highly Sensory-Perceptive people tend to recognize each other, with a thrill of "We be of one blood, thou and I!", within minutes.

Book Review: The Mindset of Focusing for Succss

Title: The Mindset of Focusing for Success

Author: Jane Holder

Publisher: Mixed Bag

Quote: "Time killers are activities that distract us from what we really need to do ."

For some people it's enoough to tell ourselves "Finish trhis, then do that." For some it's necessary to isolate ourselves so that we can finish one thing at a time. For some, the whole idea needs to be explained in a book.


The trouble may be that people who need the explanation can't focus long enough to read a book. 

Holder makes it as easy as possible. This e-book is short. For some specific situations there are specific suggestions, like using apps that limit time spent on social media. Unfortunately the most helpful ways to focus, like getting the material to be learned taught in a completely different way, may be beyond the scope of this book. Still, these suggestions are worth trying. 

Butterfly of the Week: Green Triangle

Graphium macfarlanei is Australia's Green Triangle butterfly. Not very big for a tropical Swallowtail, with a wingspan that hardly ever exceeds three and a half inches, it's loved because it's easy to find and photograph. It lives in and near forests on Australia and some nearby islands.


Photo from https://www.wildtropicalqueensland.com/p/butterlies.html . Many other butterflies and a few other animals are also beautifully photographed there.

Some Swallowtails have tails on their hind wing like the bird called a swallow; some have none, and some, like the Green Triangle, look as if they had tried to grow tails but not quite succeeded. They are still classified as Swallowtails because of the underlying structure of their wings. Some online sources erroneously identify the Green Triangle with the Brush-Footed Butterflies (Nymphalidae) or Mothlike Butterflies (Hesperidae), but it is a Papilionid, a Swallowtail, all the same.


Photo from Collections-biologie.u-bordeaux.fr. Males have well developed scent folds on the inside edge of each hind wing.


Photo by Themoojuice, taken in May. Under wings can resemble upper wings, or can be better camouflaged.


Photo by Eyesonwildlife_By_Patrick, taken in March.


Photo by Kerrycoleman, taken in July.

Sex does not determine the pattern of the undersides; in some couples male and female look alike:


Subspecies admiralia, cestius, and seminigra have been added to the "nominate subspecies" Graphium macfarlanei macfarlanei.  However, although the species is found on well separated islands, individual variations among island butterflies have not generally been consistent enough to define subspecies. 

Admiralia, found on the Admiralty Islands, interested early naturalists because Graphium macfarlanei is like, yet not the same as, G. agamemnon. Both species are found on these islands and G. macfarlanei admiralia shares with G. agamemnon admiralis a slight consistent difference, with smaller green spots on the fore wings. There doesn't seem to be an evolutionary reason for this. It is conceivable that the reason might be that the Designer of these animals foresaw evolutionary speculation, found it amusing, and said, "Won't those humans have a time trying to explain THIS."

(No, I don't believe that God lacks anything God built into us, except a mortal body and its limitations.)

Cestius is found only on three little islands you probably never heard of. Its difference from the other subspecies is defined by the relative size of a few specific spots on its wings.

Seminigra, first described as a separate species, is a little larger than other macfarlanei with a wingspan slightly over four inches. Its hind wings are almost completely black. It is found on the island of New Britain. 

Graphium macfarlanei feeds on and pollinates the flowering vines-or-shrubs in the genus Desmos. It seems to be purely a pollinator; males aren't photographed "puddling." It can also live in symbiosis with the introduced fruit trees that bear biriba and soursop fruits. Soursop fruit grow on a small tree which bears strange fruit. Soursop is nutritious when eaten in moderation but "high consumption" is associated with Parkinson's Disease, because the fruit as well as the leaves contain a neurotoxic chemical. 


Photo from Somemagneticislandplants.com.au. Soursop is classified as a "relative" of our pawpaw; it has similar-shaped blossoms, only with pale rather than dark colored petals, and similar leaves, but the fruit is firm, spiny, and sourish rather than banana-like. 

Biriba is an even odder-looking fruit. From its soft texture and sweet flavor it's been called "lemon-meringue-pie fruit." Individual fruits can weigh up to four kilograms. Unlike pumpkins, watermelons, and other cucurbits whose fruits can reach a comparable size, the biriba does not have a hard shell. It has a fragile yellow rind made up of segments that point outward and resemble a large bunch of small bananas. So far no hazards of consuming this fruit seem to have been reported. 

Graphium macfarlanei caterpillars eat the leaves of these imported fruit trees, but they are not considered pests. They are symbionts. They don't eat enough leaves to harm their host plants while they're caterpillars; they help to pollinate the trees when they are butterflies. Like our Zebra Swallowtails, even when the circumstantial evidence appears to be against them they are friends of their host trees.

Mark Hopkinson found that these butterflies can live on additional host trees, and that their populations have increased as they've found it possible to live on ornamental trees introduced to Australia.

They are primarily a pollinator species.


Photo by Doug_Herrington, taken in February.

Mark Hopkinson reared several broods of Graphium macfarlanei to obtain accurate information about their life cycle: 


Hopkinson observed that males of this species often fly above the treetops in local forests, while females fly where their food plants grow, at the edge of the forests. Adult butterflies are believed to fly for about two weeks.

Mother butterflies spend a lot of their time selecting just the right leaves on which to place their eggs. They lay eggs by ones but, if they don't find enough suitable food plants, will return and place newer eggs next to older eggs. 


Photo by Dickw, taken in February.

The caterpillars are green, or brownish green, and well camouflaged. 


Photo by Markkorner, taken in February.

They have the same harmless but unpalatable spikes other Graphium caterpillars have, and the same humpbacked shape. They develop a "belt" stripe, as some of the bigger Swallowtail caterpillars do.


Photo by Martinlagerwey, taken in May.

Or they can be dark brown with a yellow patch:


Photo by Dickw, taken in February.

Or even mustard yellow...They probably don't have enough brain to think "I look like a very small venomous snake," but they benefit from the resemblance.


Photo by Benedicte_Whitfield, taken in June.

Caterpillars eat their own shed skins except for the harder skin on the head.  Hopkinson's caterpillars did not eat younger siblings; then again, presumably they were well supplied with fresh leaves. The balance of nature may not require this species to be susceptible to cannibalism because eggs, caterpillars, and pupae are vulnerable to various parasites including tachinid flies. 

The osmeterium or "stink horns" is not often seen. Someone using the Facebook name "Phil Collins" posted a video of his pestering a caterpillar by folding up the leaf under it while the caterpillar was trying to eat. No osmeterium came out. However, A. Jaszlics got this caterpillar's osmeterium into full display, possibly through cruelty:


Pupae are brown or green.


Photo by Martinlagerwey, taken in May.


Photo by Summerdrought.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Web Log for 9.26-27.25

I have lost many computer hours this weekend to real-life odd jobs. I look ahead to the property tax bill that will undoubtedly be in next week's mail, and the backup computer that needs repairs, and the backup heater the office should have before winter, and think this loss of computer time has been a good thing. Serena, who is much braver than Samantha was but does know cats are safer when their humans are nearby, thinks it's been disgraceful. She's already given me the little bump with the flat sides of a couple of teeth that says "I ought to bite you for this." 

Drug Education 

Ambien does not cause racism. Like all sleep aids it impairs judgment and allows people to pop out "jokes" that aren't funny and that may sound racist--if they are professional comedians who normally think in jokes and normally know that some jokes aren't worth telling. But who knew it was a gateway drug that could set people on the way to SSRI dementia and, possibly, homicide-suicide? 


Microsoft 

Are you, too, seeing spam about how Microsoft is going to "end support" for computers that are over ten years old--they only admit trying to force people into Windows 11 or Windows 365, but for all practical purposes that means Microsoft wants to block all computers that are over ten years old from the Internet, creating another tsunami of toxic waste from people who don't realize that a Net-free computer settles down and becomes a nice data storage device. 

Of course, nobody should buy Windows 11, or any other computer program that comes with a demand that you sign a contract authorizing the company to plagiarize your work free of charge. In fact we could use a law requiring anyone who subjects your work to "artificial intelligence" programs to pay you...since this administration doesn't like pennies and is doing nothing to restore a penny as the price for things like postcards or chewing gum, say five cents per word. "Microsoft Coauthor"? The hubris of even naming a program that should make headlines: "Microsoft Broken Up, Like Bell or Standard Oil, and Its Assets Distributed Among People Whose Work It Has Plagiarized."

Microsoft has deliberately built obsolescence into computer software for a long time...but in the 1990s, even into the 2010s, the people affected were mostly large businesses with a small vocal fringe of hobbyists, which is what the government classified Internet writers as being, and the number of computers that became toxic waste was small. 

We need laws about this. And those laws need specifically to ban any attempt to market "new, smaller, more recyclable devices," smirk smirk wink wink, the way the kitchen appliance industries have been doing. They need to require, specifically, that in order to stay in business Microsoft, and also Google, and Verizon, and Amazon, and all other companies involved in the Internet, must not only keep the Internet accessible from devices currently in use, but proactively recondition and reclaim from toxic "recycling" all intact electronic devices for their original purposes. If anyone's kept one of those giant-egg-shaped Wang word processors? Make it process words. Those cabinet-shaped video game machines? Make them play games. For a quarter

What's the best way to recruit the companies' cooperation with these laws? Unplugging all "smart" machines altogether would be the best way. Oh how I hope we don't have to go there. I hope we can just give Microsoft the message by, on the day they "end support" for disgusting Windows 10 and until the day they return Windows 97 to the market, going with Linux. I've made the commitment to do that and hope youall are bold enough to do likewise. Linux will run Libre Office, which is designed to be almost interchangeable with MS Office, and Chrome, which handles pretty much everything else including lots of games; once it's loaded with those basic software packages, the complexity of further programming won't be a problem for most workers in "the laptop class." 

"But what becomes of scientific progress if people who work with machines aren't free to tweak and tinker?" Oh, they should be free to tweak and tinker. At their own expense. Just not at anyone else's.

Not at, especially, the taxpayers' expense. Microsoft is reportedly in hot water for security issues in programs Microsoft sold to the federal government. Hello? The federal government should not be using anything that connects to the Internet for government work. What does need to be done electronically should be on a completely separate line. Most information, especially information about taxpayers, needs to be processed by humans, on paper. That's the only way to keep critical information from being hacked. 


Before turning on a computer, it would be helpful to remember the Basic Rules of Cybersecurity:

1. If it's on a device that connects to the Internet, it will be hacked into.

2. So you should never put your real-world name, contact information, or banking information on any device that can connect with the Internet, not even an old computer that won't connect you to the Internet but that still receives harmful "updates" like that one that turns what you're working on sideways. You should never discuss personal matters via e-mail, chat, or social media. 

3. Though you absolutely should discuss anything you might be planning that might be considered a crime, like reclaiming the money a bank has stolen from people with "inactivity fees." That's an excellent way to do some firsthand research on where our government stands on the legality or legitimacy of your plans!

4. Phones were useful, and a good bargain, once. Now they're not. If your employer still requires you to have a phone, that's like a parent requiring a high school student to wear tacky underwear: nobody has a right to ask.

5. Never, never, never touch a screen. Computers (including spyphones) don't come with the software to allow everyone to do this, but they're designed to enable those who've paid to scan every fingerprint on the screen. It's like throwing your bills, accounts, and credit cards on the ground because you felt like littering. People are actively working on ways to hack around expensive, dangerous biometric devices.

6. Avoid all "adult content," especially content of interest to actual adults, like medical information or information about life insurance. Your cyberspace persona isn't you, and s/he should always enjoy such perfect health that s/he is not motivated to have any kind of insurance. You can avoid being specially targeted for the most obnoxious ads.

7. Generally avoid being a troll. For example, if you're undersupplied with mirror neurons and thus laugh about the murders of real people who were young enough to have living parents, you need a Brain Disorder Management Plan that involves, among other things, someone making sure you're not exposed to the Internet. If you don't know the difference between Republicans and Nazis, or Democrats and Soviets, you should sign up for an intensive course in the history of political thought in the United States and, until you've passed the course, stay off the Internet. If you hate any religious group or the whole idea of organized religion enough that you compulsively pick fights with religious people, you should talk to a counsellor about the root causes of your feelings, and stay off the Internet. Censorship is much worse than any kind of offensive content, but why add to the total level of nastiness in this world?

Misogyny 

People who deny that rape is a mechanism of bigoted oppression and abuse of all women weren't watching the news two years ago. Maybe they should be required to watch the videos Hamas goons posted, with pleasure and pride. Then they will agree, whether or not they have any foreign policy as such: No nation should recognize or trade with Palestine or with Palestinians until every one of those men has been publicly executed, all of the bodies have been kicked into one pit which has then been filled with raw sewage, and all surviving Palestinians have cursed their names and apologized to the world for any association with any Hamasi they ever had. (If people had stood firm and united on this matter of moral principle, the thing would have happened by now.) 


They shouldn't be asking for statehood. They should be asking for jobs...for micro-loans so they can buy Pupper Pooper Scoopers and earn honest coins on city streets, say. In another two or three generations it will be reasonable to consider whether their descendants have been able to form a civilized nation.

This web site does not officially endorse the spiritual presumption of some people, at a forum I visited this weekend, in telling God that God should damn politicians who have, by paying too much attention to the Loony Left, inadvertently blundered into a statement that rapists should be treated as peers by any civilized person. But it does sincerely pray that God will forgive this presumption as an emotional reaction that is natural, predictable, in people who appropriately abhor rape-terrorism. 

Meanwhile this web site observes that there is one reason to consider a Palestine that is still infested with Hamas goons as a nation. That is in order to enlist UN support for declaring war on it. Whether that is what certain political leaders intend to do, this web site has no idea. That it's what some of their supporters intend to find someone else who will do, this web site has no doubt.

Politics, Applied, Virginia Election 2025 

If you go online in any part of Virginia you have undoubtedly heard that Abigail Spanberger's public campaign for election as Governor consists of sponsoring endless video ads in which she repeats, "It angers me" at least three times. (It's easy to lose count since the ads interrupt long "vlog" posts more than once in a half-hour.) You may have started to think of her as Angry Abigail Spamburger.

The position of this web site is that, hello, Barkley fans, remember Barkley's successor--not mentioned in the book, but the star for years at TheBookOfBarkley.blogspot.com--Abby, the Yellow Labrador Retriever. Yellow Labs are paler than Golden Retrievers. Of course Abby was an old dog when adopted, the idea being to rescue a needy dog rather than try to replace the irreplaceable Barkley, and like the proverbial old dog she never seemed to learn any tricks. Well, the only person likely to vote for this candidate identified so repetitiously with her anger would be a "yellow dog" Democrat, someone who will always vote for anyone branded with a D even if all that party had to represent them was a yellow dog. So the candidate's name is Angry Abbylab Spamburger, or Spambucket, as you prefer.

She has been campaigning as if, assuming she wanted people to vote for her, she's dumber than a box of rocks. 

I don't think politicians should be expected to become close friends with every blogger or even every widely followed reporter, but the ones who are smarter than a box of rocks know enough not to miss a chance when ANYONE asks their campaign web site what they've achieved and what they'd like to accomplish. They have stacks of pre-stuffed envelopes, and the digital equivalents thereof, ready to address and send at any time.

So I asked Angry Ab's site those questions. There was no direct reply. So, Angry Ab has learned nothing from Kamala Harris's failure. What she did show people like me was an X page consisting of insistence that, despite one of her campaign staff hauling a sign that read "Black People Can't Use My Water Fountain" at an outdoor gathering of 99% White people, Angry Ab herself was not worried about the possibility that the one Black man seen pushing the wheelchair of a White male fan at that gathering might have drunk from the same water dispenser she used. Probably because everyone, including the wheelchair assistant, had brought their own bottles anyway. They did not look like the kind of crowd that drink tap water.

It gets worse. Angry Ab was elected Delegate once, not twice. So she ran for Congress and was elected once, not twice. So instead of trying to run for reelection to Congress, she thought she could run for governor. Against an incumbent whose politics sound tediously Republican, I will grant, but whose biography is...interesting. 

Winsome Earle came to the United States while very young and decided to earn citizenship the hard way. By enlisting in our military service. As a Marine. She didn't have to do that. Everyone "knows" the Marines are the toughest branch to get into. Women are usually attracted to the Air Force. Men often try to join the Marines, are told they're not qualified, and join the Army instead, or failing that the Navy. But young Winsome got into the Marines and worked her way up to corporal as an electrician. Her college degree was in English, and she has taught and written a book as English majors are supposed to do, but after college she earned her living doing electrical, plumbing, and household appliance work. After marriage to Terence Sears she added his family name to her own. She had a successful career as Ms. Earle, but does not object to being called Mrs. Sears. She has children, all private citizens.

She's Black. She doesn't even have to tell people she's Black; they can see it. She is over age 60 and has grey hair but has the smooth skin, bright eyes, and pleasant smile that go with...good health. Some people in their twenties wish they were so well preserved. She is a Christian, and has managed a homeless shelter.

Though Angry Ab's campaign ads are the "negative" kind--"Vote against her because she doesn't hate Trump enough"--Angry Ab apparently knows what kind of middle-aged face people like to look at. Her ads don't show the world her face. They show our future Governor's face. Angry Ab is at least fifteen years younger than Winsome Earle-Sears and not really bad-looking, but her face is less well preserved. A collection that's actually entitled "Worst of Winsome" shows better looking face photos than the Spammer's best.

Stress shows up more on pale skin. Angry Ab can't help being pale, having the sort of ash-fair hair that lightens rather than really "graying" in middle age, and the hair is pretty in a collegiate sort of way, but she could try giving more attention to other things besides her anger and see if it helps her face.

I was starting to wonder whether the Angry Abbylab Spamburger campaign was showing real racial guilt, whether Angry Ab thinks she ought to throw the election to a Black candidate who doesn't need that kind of help to win elections...when the news broke that Angry Ab had dutifully supported one of those "trans" guys who want to use the girls' locker room at high school sports events. 

Maybe you were picturing some poor little atrazine-damaged fellow with a squeaky voice and those awkward vestigial breasts boys grow when their hormones have been messed up, afraid of the bigger, more masculine boys who might have teased or bullied him in the boys' locker room.


The one with the mask is Angry Abby. The one with the similar hairstyle is obviously not a high school boy. He's a full-grown sex offender on whose behalf Angry Ab sponsored a bill in Congress, which failed, to ensure his admission to women's restrooms. In which he has been seen intentionally exposing himself to disgusted females.

We are going to have our first Governor who is obviously Black. (Doug Wilder identified as Black but he had to tell people.) Angry Ab the Pervert's Friend could just go home, letting us draw the curtain of charity over her misjudgments, and concede the election now. 

But no. She's finally released a "positive" ad (one that talks about what the candidate has done or, failing that, what the candidate hopes to do). Angry Abbylab Spamburger wants to...throw more money at the public schools! And we all know how well that's always worked. 

Politics, Philosophy of