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Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Web Log for 8.30-31.26

I spent most of Sunday in town--no complaints, good traditional gospel songs including the Primitive Quartet were involved--so might as well make this another two-day log. 

Animals 

Freshwater birds. 


History 

What do or did the Hopi people know about the petrified forest on their traditional land? Who can ever say? All I know is that the petrified forest is real. I was dragged through it as a small child, even given a chip of petrified wood to take to show-and-tell in grade one.


Housing Problem 

CBS broadcast, this morning, what someone thought would be a feel-good show about how people in various places that had survived massive losses of personal property were crowding homeless neighbors into "tiny houses" on their property. 

Hello? Why are these houses not being put on these people's own property, where their own houses were, before the fire or the flood or whatever it was?

We could do with a law restricting banks' right to own real estate. Individuals are endowed by their Creator with the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Banks are endowed by the people who use them with the right to hold onto their money. Banks have too much power already, without adding to it. I think banks should be required to sell any houses they have acquired to the highest-bidding individual in thirty days after the bank has reclaimed the title. That would restore reality to the real estate market and also keep rich foreigners from buying up too much land, giving them too much influence, in the United States. 

I said nothing at all about government owning land. I don't think government should own land, either. I think there's a good reason why the Bible tells us how land in ancient Israel was entailed in families, with the current generation having the right to sell the use of a house or field for a few years at a time, the real estate then reverting to the next generation of the family. 

In any case, I call foul on the CBS piece for glamorizing the idea of people packing into tighter space, which promotes diseases, rather than focussing on children having enough space to grow up healthy. We don't need more "tiny houses"...unless they're being put on tracts of land with room for each child to have a garden, with the intention that the "tiny" foundation will expand into a full-sized house. We need to recognize any situation where people don't have the acre of land it takes for a human to survive, in most of these United States, as a situation of toxic overcrowding, barely better than homelesness, in need of being fixed--by, among other things, more young people getting themselves fixed so they don't give birth to big litters of children. 

Even when people feel fond of and close to the people with whom they choose to live in crowded environments, they become less fond of other people who are perceived as the source of the germs, pollution, and bad air. Crowded environments generate scenes like this one:


I don't believe the poet is young enough to believe the crowd's callousness was new. Most people at DVerse are old enough to remember Kitty Genovese. I think the poet is trying to rouse a sense of outrage at something that neither poet nor audience can honestly call news.

Music

Pink Floyd.


David Darling.


Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.


Shedaisy.


Aurelien Routland.


Jeremy Soule.


Kellie Pickler.


The Band Perry.


Hawkshaw Hawkins.


Etta James.


Vernon Dalhart, with his big hit from just about a hundred years ago.


Little Walter.


Edith Piaf.


Yves Montand.


Claude Debussy.


Lonely Island.


Camille St Saens.


Andrews Sisters. With apologies because the shoeshine "boy" might have been a grown man addressed as "boy" because Black, in the  1940s, though in earlier years polishing shoes, selling newspapers, weeding gardens, and similar were regarded as kids' jobs. Sometimes they were done by children who hadn't done well at school, or by homeless orphans...and sometimes by clever lads who were staying in school, too, though as crowding, automation, and war wounds caused men to compete for "boys' jobs"  people preferred to forget about that possibility. Anyway, yes, the Roosevelt Administration officially sent all the shoeshine boys who really were little boys back to school.


R.E.M.


Frances Faye.


Matchbox 20.


Breaking Benjamin.


Christodoulos Halaris recreates an ancient Greek Pagan hymn.


Minutemen.


Names 

Y'know, about an hour's walk from the Cat Sanctuary is what we call the Bristol Highway. One of those early "highways" that were really winding two-lane country roads, that are fun (and a bit of a challenge) to drive  along. We call it the Bristol Highway because it leads to Bristol. What could be more logical than that? 

Except that nobody in Bristol calls it the Bristol Highway. They have put up signs along the road identifying it as the Gate City Highway. From their point of view that's logical, too.

So I can see some logic in some people's desire to call the Gulf of Mexico "the Gulf of America."

When in town, though, I heard someone turn on a radio that was playing Gordon Lightfoot's song, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."


Hello? Who, at the height of the last heat wave of August, is looking forward to the gales of November? October frost, I thought, or Christmas parties...but November?

Then I remembered...oh right, Trumpistas have decided to call Lake Ontario "Lake America." Sort of a signal of insider status, I suppose. It's not our lake to name. People who live on it call it Lake Ontario, which is a good Algonquian name, much easier to pronounce and spell than many other names that ethnic group have handed down to us.

I used to know some children who were called by different names. At school two girls were, let us say, called Jane and Mary Doe. Older people in the neighborhood, however, called them Jane and Mary Smith. I didn't ask questions. Apparently Mrs. Doe said she was legally married to Mr. Doe but, whether he was divorced or they disapproved of the minister who'd officiated, some neighbors said the wedding was invalid. The girls said their name was Doe so that was what I called them.

Even into the present century, I was told...There was no doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Jones had a valid wedding. Mr. Jones died young, though, and some of Mrs. Jones's family thought it would be proper for her to reclaim her own name--say it was Miller--and bestow it on her children, as if Mr. Jones had never existed. Whereupon, I was told, the twelve-year-old boy threw quite a tantrum, shouting "I won't be called Miller! My name is JONES!" Even if it had been one of those cases where an ancestor had told the heirs to keep some land in the Miller name, and changing his name would have qualified the boy to inherit something (I never heard that it was, but why else...?)--I thought he had a valid point. 

Wanting to erase the boy's name and his memories of his father, I thought, was profoundly tacky. So is wanting to erase the history and present inhabitants around Lake Ontario. 

Politics 

Well...as long as we keep electing aggressive outgoing males...he might as well.


Second Amendment 

Newt Gingrich's speech is cogent, historically interesting...and a warning. Too many American youth are no longer accustomed to slogging through all sorts of weather in the name of fun and games. We need to be. The Chinese are.


Women's Issues 


Lens says it comes from "The Institute for Health Metrics." Not a big-name organization, but the generalizations fit the world I see so I'll accept the statistics as likely to be reasonably accurate. So why, assuming that these statistics are accurate, are young women supposedly so unhappy? Actually I think a variety of social issues are involved:

1. Television has conditioned people to fear any slacking of the manic pace, pitch, and volume in extrovert-dominated offices. Young women's energy runs in cycles. If people who think they're supposed to be paying attention to other people's moods like being around a young woman this week, they probably won't like being around her next week. There are ways young women can reduce this effect, being super-productive when they have more physical energy and scheduling easier tasks for days when they have more, shall we say, reflective energy, but most entry-level jobs are not designed to give people that much control over their work. (Some minimum wage workers don't even need higher wages; they need more autonomy on their jobs.) Extroverts need to learn that a lot of the hyper energy they generate is completely wasted, that the people who barely acknowledge extroverts' greeting (greeding) behavior and go straight to their cubicles are probably the ones whose productivity is keeping the place afloat. 

2. Computers have reduced the number of jobs available for humans. Heavy labor is usually done by machines these days, light industrial work is usually outsourced to other countries, and the fact is that women do office jobs--including executive office jobs--better than men, as groups. Mental illness is primarily a male thing but, unfortunately, too many young women want to be "in love" so much that they make themselves feel bad every time their men vent their chronic, souring-testosterone-based anger.

But mostly: 3. Women let themselves be terrorized by the hatecrimes males commit against us. (Males are more often killed by other violent males, but males don't admit they're worried about this.) Women try to be nice and stay indoors and be safe. As results (a) violent men come into our homes and commit hatecrimes against us, and (b) most of us don't get enough exercise to forestall a kind of chronic disease condition whose first symptom is "depression." (Obesity, diabetes, and cardiovascular disease follow.) If we say we feel depressed, instead of just arming ourselves and walking, a lot of money has gone into making sure that people swarm around us, offering us a selection of "antidepressant medication" that makes some people (male or female) violently insane. And if you want to understand what truly does seem depressing, when women think about it...Most women never use these drugs. Only about one in twenty of the women who do use these drugs even starts to develop "Prozac Dementia." And most of those women at least tell their doctors about their new "buried memories" of impossible abuses before they decide to kill people. And yet the media allow envious males to say, "Some woman somewhere became 'depressed,' took antidepressants, and killed her sons. This teaches us that women's feeble minds can't take the strain of doing productive jobs! Every woman really needs to quit her job and have fifteen babies!"

I'm not saying the media need to censor this kind of garbage. I'm not saying the media need to censor ideas like "Putting sugar in the gas tank is a special treat for your car." I'm saying that the idea that women who are out-competing men for office jobs need to quit their jobs and have babies needs to be met with exactly the same range of facial expressions as the one about sugar in the gas tank being a treat for the car.

Book Review; Sunrise Cafe the Beginning

I may or may not get these book reviews back onto a regular schedule, depending on whether or not I can continue using the Internet regularly...I will try to read and review as many as possible of the e-books I have.

Title: Sunrise Cafe: the Beginning

Author: Miranda Stone

Date: 2025

Quote: "Sunrise Cafe serves the best coffee in Clearwater."

Sunrise Cafe is the scene of a series of sweet Florida-vacation romances. This is the prequel. Crissy, the server, watches new friends Blair (female) and Owen (male) become friends with each other, fall in love, and decide to stay in Clearwater, which is a real town on the Gulf Coast, not as watercolor-painting pretty as the stories about it are, but pretty enough (if you're not allergic to Florida). No quarrels, no worries except what becomes of the careers she's started further north and he's started further south, some kissing but nothing likely to embarrass readers if children find the book. 

Recommended to all who want a sweet summertime romantic fantasy.

Petfinder Post: Chihuahuas and Small Cats

The next dog breed the Busybodies of Britain wanted to suppres from view was the Cesky Terrier, which  is very rare in the US; Petfinder doesn't have a listing for the breed. "Cesky" is another form of the word spelled "Czech." The dogs are shorter-legged and longer-backed than Scotch Terriers, with more long hair on their faces, and don't look like the most functional breed. They are said to be calmer than most terriers. Breeders are asking for thousands of dollars per pup when these dogs may not even have the normal cat-size lifespan cat-size dogs are supposed to have, so Cesky Terriers may be a good breed not to let establish itself in North America.

So we move on to the rather ridiculous, beloved Chihuahua, the smallest of all recognized dog breeds. Chihuahuas are native to Mexico. Thin coats allow them to shiver and snuggle a lot; they can become clingy and shiver and cry when put on the ground rather than being carried in their humans' arms. Tiny size makes them good indoor pets, but seems to make some Chihuahuas defensively aggressive--they may be small, but they can still bite, if provoked. Most Chihuahuas are healthy and long-lived if not overfed, but a few bloodlines carry defects of the teeth and throat. A few Chihuahuas are described as having "fragile windpipes" that can collapse under stress; even fewer can have a sort of epilepsy. If you are a typical American, however, you know half a dozen Chihuahuas who are still bouncing and yipping about at ages from fifteen to twenty years old, whose humans' big concern is that the Chihuahuas may outlive them and be too "old and set in their ways" to adopt new humans easily. So the "animal rights" types' shrieking about this being a breed it's inhumane to keep really do more to discredit themselves than anything else.

Chihuahuas do need special care. Because they're so small, they have to be kept indoors or on a leash at all times--and it can be hard to find collars that fit them. (A three-band harness that puts the dog's weight mostly on the band around its chest, rather than the one around its neck, is a good idea.) Not only can they be run over because drivers don't see them; they can be eaten by owls or raccoons. They can be yappy, bossy, and annoying to humans who don't really hit it off with them. They are small enough that cruel people abuse them. A human can crush a Chihuahua to death under one booted foot, and some humans do. Some Chihuahuas have even been crushed incidentally, by humans, cows, or horses. 

People who are interested in stomping on pets have no business reading this web site. They should turn off the computer and go directly to the nearest hospital. If you are a cruel person who has been reading this web site, tell the admitting nurse you want to crush dogs under your boots. If the nurse seems lackadaisical, as it might be observing that it's still summer and you're wearing sandals, tell the nurse that the phrase "dead presidents" arouses fantasies that are not just about cash. Do not leave until they give you the help you need.

Decent human beings can't always plan on someone being at home with a Chihuahua, but they do agree that the micro-dogs are cute. However, that does not make Chihuahuas perfect pets for everyone. These small dogs need companionship and mental stimulation, and they can be overwhelmed by small children. Though not related to terriers, they can have terrier-type personalities--stubborn, sassy, busy, even bossy. There is a risk of their hurting or frightening a toddler, and being hurt by a six-year-old, because these dogs are small enough to take children's play very seriously. They like to play with responsible adults and teenagers, though, and often do well in dog athletics. Exercise for Chihuahuas needs to match their size. Don't keep them trotting after they start gasping. They resent slights and have been known to chew up people's legs. They can become very irritable if encouraged to overeat, or eat the wrong things, and develop indigestion. An irritable Chihuahua is a chewing hazard. Chihuahuas are unlikely to kill anybody bigger than a rat, but can they ever chomp.

Why am I bothering to type these things? Is anyone Out There not familiar with the care and feeding of Chihuahuas? We have a lot of foreign readers, so probably someone is. 

The classic Chihuahua has a round head, relatively large pointy ears, and a very short, thin coat that gives him a resemblance to the Mexican Hairless or Itzcuintli. Compared to either of those he is by far the most attractive. However, some pedigreed Chihuahuas have long fluffy hair and might be mistaken for other fluffy lapdogs like Pekingese and Pomeranians.

Most cats are actually bigger than most purebred Chihuahuas, although Petfinder lists some Chihuahua crossbreeds who weigh 25 or 30 pounds. For this post I'll try, if possible, to find extra-small cats, being aware that there aren't a lot of them in shelters.

Zipcode 10101: Canela from Puerto Rico by way of NYC 


Being a Chihuahua and Beagle mix, Canela naturally always wanted to be a pet--but she spent her first four years with a hoarder who didn't have time to pet individual dogs. She laps up attention and affection as if making up for lost time. Her adoption fee, which would otherwise be excessive, covers transportation to any State where she'sbeing adopted. She is, of course, bigger than a purebred Chihuahua, but she's still a small dog.

Elegy (and Cadence) from NYC 


They're probably kittens more than small cats, and Elegy will probably grow into those L E Gs. They are sisters, rescued together, and would benefit from being adopted together. They're described as silly, playful, bouncy adolescent cats.

Zipcode 20202: Cricket (the Big One) from Texas by way of Brookeville 


Probably after drinking heavily, somebody thought it'd be fun to see whether a Chihuahua and a German Shepherd could produce puppies. This is the puppy they produced. Probably just dumped for looking so odd, certainly not spayed and cared for, she was found trying to go feral while raising puppies of her own. She's only about a year old; weighed 18 pounds when rescued, might grow a little bigger. She is described as friendly, funny, playful, "smart," and quiet. She's already learned many points of good house pet manners. 

The organization may be a bit control-freaky; they want to visit your house and talk to your vet before they even bring out the dog. Control freaks deserve what they get but, please, if you lead them through a friend's ancestral mansion on the Eastern Shore, do at least have a decent place in Hyattsville or Mount Pleasant or some such neighborhood.

Cricket (the Small One) from Georgia by way of DC   


These two from a group of ten dogs, who were put in a shelter when their human was put in a nursing home, have been through a lot together and lean on each other for emotional support. Cricket is the mostly black one; Mochi is the gray one. Both are female, have run up some vet bills, and weigh less than 15 pounds. You could carry both of them at one time if you had to. They are middle-aged small dogs, thought to be seven or eight years old, likely to live another seven or eight years or longer. They must be adopted together but at least the adoption fee is a reasonable "twofer" price: $500 for both dogs. 

Coral (and Breeze) from DC 


They're small but, again, not guaranteed to stay small. They're adolescent rather than adult cats. Coral is the one with coral pink patches, and Breeze is a more normal-looking gray tabby. They are best buddies and should really be adopted as a pair. They're shy at first but will do things you consider cute when they decide they like you; some of their cute habits are described at Coral's web page.

Zipcode 30303: Biscuit from Atlanta 


Isn't it a relief to come to a dog that's actually at the shelter that's advertising him? Biscuit is actually in Atlanta and the organization would prefer that he be adopted in Atlanta. They would like to maintain a relationship. Long-distance inquiries will be read only if they can't find a good local home for him. 

He is part Chihuahua and part Pomeranian, has had veterinary care and been neutered, and weighs about 10 pounds. They say he can entertain himself most of the time but likes to stay close to his human. 

Bobbie Jo from Atlanta 



The Humane Society, I'm sorry to say, so no wonder she looks a bit sad. This Amber-Eyed Silver Tip may be showing a rusty tone in her coat. Probably when brought in for rescue she could have been described as brown rather than black. Black hair turns brownish or reddish when a cat (or person) is malnourished and in poor condition. It should be a fine glossy black again in a few more months. Bobbie Jo is an adult car described as a "certified couch potato." She'll hang out beside you more as she gets to know you. She's not enthusiastic about cuddling...with anyone at the Humane Society, anyway, and can she be blamed. 

Alternate: Annie from Atlanta 


"The Last Litter Project" doesn't sound much more deserving of money than the Humane Society, but the cat is adorable. She's not a year old yet and probably will weigh more than 6 pounds in another year. Little Orphan Annie, who turned up in someone's back yard, doesn't seem to have been truly feral; she took to being petted, and bonded with another young cat, right away. In their photo Annie is the one on the right. They don't say the two kittens must be adopted together, but that would be the decent thing to do. The cats are still adolescent and will probably be easier to live with if adopted together.