Monday, May 4, 2026

Web Log Weekender: 5.1-3.26

How much time did Microsoft steal from me this weekend? Hard to say. On Saturday night, after four hours I disconnected from the Internet. Another two hours were wasted on Sunday morning. Four more on Sunday afternoon. I think society as a whole needs a serious pushback against this kind of thing. NO new computer sales. NO new versions of Microsoft. When the company's stock drops low enough, they'll figure out how to "update" in a more respectful way, making sure no "update" can ever run while a computer is in use.

Business 

Wal-Mart begins phasing out those obnoxious "self-checkout" machines. Cheers. Now all they need to do is hire some fully human cashiers--nice quiet math-oriented types who appreciate people who focus on getting the numbers right. And keep those prices rolling back--the way to market "healthier choices" is, once we get bans on open-air spraying and applying any chemicals to food, to sell apples, oranges, and bananas for a dime, candy, chips, and soda for a quarter.


Cleaning, Spring 

Whether you're tempted to be a tosser--like a big blundering bus of a woman I know who, among other things, once hauled the cabinet that contained our parents' real gold wedding rings off to the landfill--or a, not a hoarder, that's people who save sandwich crusts or try to keep all the stray animals in town in one filthy shelter-like room, a curator, like me: this article is worth reading. If for nothing else, for the footnote at the end. 


My advice to everyone is the same: Don't "declutter." Do, of course, share worldly goods you no longer need with people who do need them. Children's clothes that are still in good condition, dress-up clothes that are worn once in a lifetime, tools of a trade you no longer ply, will give you sooo much more nostalgic pleasure when you see someone else using and loving them, rather than letting them gather dust in a closet. But don't just toss anything, even a book you didn't enjoy reading, in order to make your house look like a hotel! Houses that look like hotels are horrid! If you don't know someone who needs it, embrace the responsibility of keeping it for the person you will eventually meet who does.

(Old shoes and underwear are an exception. You might be able to recycle parts of them into something else but, generally, nobody else is ever going to want them. Burn them. If you burn a pair of old worn-out broken-down shoes and next week a friend loses everything in an earthquake and needs shoes, be a real friend and buy person a new pair.)

Health 

Gene Weingarten's book explained this before Elaine Aron's book did: If you can feel two separate fingertips touching your back, when the fingers are touching each other, you're Highly Sensory-Perceptive. Can you feel two separate pins, stuck to a ruler 2mm apart?


Seriously. When in a supermarket, until we get a glyphosate ban, stay away from that "produce" section: 
"
‘Our research shows that younger non-smokers who eat a higher quantity of healthy foods than the general population are more likely to develop lung cancer,’ said Jorge Nieva, MD, a medical oncologist and lung cancer specialist with USC Norris and lead investigator of the study.

Researchers believe the explanation may lie in environmental exposure, particularly pesticides used in agriculture. According to Nieva, commercially produced (non-organic) fruits, vegetables and whole grains are more likely to carry higher levels of pesticide residue compared to dairy, meat and many processed foods.”

The full study is here, and so is the question nobody in mainstream media seems to want to ask.

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Also: 


Movies 

Looks like Chicken Ten Thousand growing up in Greece.

 
Music

Frederic Chopin.


Pink Floyd


Leonard Cohen.


I didn't do a lot of dancing at the desk this weekend; the Professional Bad Neighbor drove by and sprayed my hedge on Friday night, and instead of budding and blooming a section of the hedge cast dead leaves on the ground, and I coughed a lot and lost some blood and puffed up to 50% more than my actual waistline so that even shapeless house gowns felt too tight, and I took a lot of unintentional naps, and I said to myself, "This is Tangible Evidence that the alleged son of the alleged marriage in Tennessee is not a fit guardian for this lost soul. This ought to put him behind bars where he belongs." But also, on a happier note, I was reading some new e-books and one of them contained its own playlist of lively contemporary music, which I decided not to reproduce here. People should read the book.

Book Review: First Touch

Title: First Touch

Author: Teyla Rachel Branton

Date: 2017

Publisher: White Star

ISBN: 978-1-939203-99-1 

Quote: "I'm not psychic. I only read imprints."

Autumn Rain, whose late father changed his name from Douglas to Winter when he married Summer, sees vivid moving pictures of the memories other people have left on things they've touched. In this novel, a police detective enlists her in the search for a serial murderer. 

This is not a pleasant story to read but, for somebody Out There, it may address post-traumatic stress. I hope so. I didn't enjoy it because it's far too well written for its subject material. If you are at a point in therapy where you want to think and talk about the details of how someone goes about torturing and killing children, this book is for you. It's intense. Your therapist should probably agree to talk to you at any time you feel a need during the week or so after reading.

There is, by now, a series. Autumn travels with the detective, pointing out the site where her psychic imprints tell her crimes occurred, and they bond by cornering criminals together. They have a slow-burn romance--slow because their involvement with horrific crimes distracts them from wanting to start new relationships. This series was published with the name "Teyla Branton" on the cover, and there's another series of more readable fiction published with the name "Rachel Branton."

I tagged this one "Women's Issues" because hatecrime against women and their children seems to be the most urgent "issue" of concern to women these days.

Butterfly of the Week: Kinabalu Swordtail

The Kinabalu Swordtail is not especially rare. It's a "lifer" because its range is limited to places most people visit only once in a lifetime. It is endemic to Borneo and Sabah islands. 

This blogger has collected several clear photos of Graphium stratiotes and the other Graphiums of southeast Asia and its neighbor islands. They're arranged in alphabetical order, with G. stratiotes at the bottom:


Jamiun has a page devoted exclusively to Graphium stratiotes


Henry Grose-Smith described the male:

"
Male.— Upperside. White, tinged at the base with pale greenish yellow. Anterior wings with the costal margin and cell crossed by four black fasciae; the basal fascia narrow, the second, third, and fourth wedge-shaped, the fourth extending beyond the discocellular nervules; beyond the fourth fascia is a semitransparent space divided by the discoidal nervules, which are black ; apex broadly black, centred with another transparent space, divided by the black nervules. Posterior wings with exterior margins narrowly black and three black lunate spots near the anal angle; anal area grey, a large bright, quadrangular, carmine spot at the anal angle, bordered on the upperside with black and on the inside on the inner margin with a white linear spot. Tails narrow and black, with white margins.

Underside. Anterior wings as above, tinged at the base with yellowish brown. Posterior wings ochraceous, crossed at the middle and near the base by two black bands, slightly convergent towards the anal angle and extending as far as the greyish-black space above the anal carmine spot; the exterior margin and anal area broadly black, irorated towards the anal angle with grey, the carmine spot as above, the discocellular and median nervules black; two small black spots below the former.

Expanse of wings 3-3/4 inches.
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If you're familiar with the language of lepidopterists, you should be able to draw an outline of a Graphium, color it in, and get something very similar to this...


Photo by Weishou, October, Sabah island.


Photo by Gancw1, August, Sabah.

There are two subspecies, Graphium stratiotes stratiotes and G.s. sukirmani

As in many Swallowtail species, males are more easily photographed than females because of their "lekking" or "puddling" behavior. (Lekking refers to unmated male animals' tendency to hang out together; puddling refers more specifically to male butterflies' tendency to hang out at puddles, where they slurp up brackish, bitter, or polluted water containing the mineral salts they need.) Graphium stratiotes don't avoid each other particularly; here are two or three, hanging out with drinking buddies of at least two other Swallowtail species, in a slow-motion video presented as a micro-break for office workers:


This taste for salt can make them "too friendly" with humans hiking through their tropical territory. The one photographed below tried licking a human's hand as well as the sock top shown...


Photo by Simonenderby, October, Sabah.

Males and females also pollinate flowers while sipping nectar. 


Photo by Boris1214, in October.

A male Graphium stratiotes leads other butterflies to feast on the fresh mud and sweat on the blue shoes a tourist peels off, beside the river, in this video. After the tourists and their guides have rested, and cleaned their shoes in the cold water enough to climb into kayaks, they paddle into a canyon so narrow and dark it seems almost like a cave.


So far, nobody seems to have published anything about the life cycle of Graphium stratiotes. Google did find a news report in which a student was commended just for studying the population distribution of Swallowtail butterflies, and a copy of her 235-page report (in French so far as I read). Opportunities for other students to be commended for learning about Graphium stratiotes are still wide open.

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Book Review: Sixty

Title: Sixty

Author: Yvette Walker

Date: 2024

Publisher: Positively Joy  Ministries

Quote: "Is this Linda Radcliffe? The reporter...I know you won't remember me. My daughter, Sarah, was killed..."

Linda remembers. It was only the ugliest murder story she had to report in her career. Readers don't have to read all the gruesome details Linda will never forget; we know they're there. Sarah was the victim of a serial murderer. After helping police find the man and the state kill him, Linda left town; partly because the murder case was so nasty, partly because a personal relationship with her editor was interfering with her work. But when Sarah's mother invites her back to help her through the twentieth anniversary of the murder, Linda comes back. Just possibly something beyond herself, in her fictional universe, impels her to return. Her feelings about returning are mixed.

The same man, Mark, is still editing the same newspaper. He and Linda have married and divorced other people in the intervening twenty years. There's still a mutual attraction.

Sarah's mother, Beverly, has adopted a beautiful little girl who turned up just after Sarah died. Jasmine, now in college, reminds some people of Sarah. She even has a similar birthmark; some people think it must be intentional, it looks so much like the numeral 60.

The policeman who used to give Linda information she could report has been demoted to a lower-paid job, directing traffic on a busy street corner. He always was a smaller, less intimidating policeman the department valued most for his public relations skills, his charming extrovert personality.

And a mysterious hooded figure has been stalking Jasmine. Luckily she can run faster than it can, because the figure creeps her out. She thinks it's a ghost.

This is a thriller, despite early hints that it might turn into a romance (it doesn't). That ghost is solid enough that all of the other characters are in danger. Mark will have to help Linda. Linda will have to help Mark. And can both of them together protect Jasmine? 

As a thriller this novel is satisfactory on its own, but the story goes on. The book as sold mentions a sequel. By now there might be more than one sequel.

This is definitely not a Sunday School story but the characters are Christians, as is their author, and a scene takes place in a church. Language is clean. Sex and violence clearly happen in the story but only in one scene do we see characters in a condition that has traditionally been considered obscene because enacting it on stage put actors in danger. (Eroticized violence: in real life some hatecrimes against women consist of nonsexual violence elaborated to a preposterous degree as a sort of psychological substitute for the rape the criminal is not able to commit.) Moral standards are conservative and are generally accepted in a "traditional" way--the "good" girl who "made the mistake" that produced Jasmine is expected to suffer considerably more than the "good" boy involved, to achieve the same level of repentance and reclaim their status in the community, e.g. If you want to believe that American morals have changed, you might not like this story. If you accept that Humanist morality may have displaced traditional Christian views in some social circles but that moral views in the small towns of the heartland are the same as they've always been, you'll probably enjoy it at least as a one-time diversion. 

The author refers to novelist Terry Macmillan in this book. Sixty is a shorter, simpler story than the multi-character novels for which Macmillan is known; I think, partly for that reason, it has the potential to be a better movie. 

Friday, May 1, 2026

Web Log for 4.30.26

One more poem, the Monthly Fluffball, and then I dig into the e-mail...and have time to find two links.

Ethics 

This story is not a fun read. It is recommended only to people who know a dog dumper. Dog dumpers should have to copy it out by hand, with pencils.


Politics, Fun Facts

Of the seven Presidents we've had who did not have brown eyes, only one is remembered as having been any good at the job at all. 


 

Book Review: Office Secrets

Title: Office Secrets

Author: Mary Asher

Date: 2023

Quote: "If all of these trips here and there are going to affect your marital prospects, then I would suggest you put a pause on them."

Evelyn has reached the level in her career where she's sent out on business trips. Her father congratulates her, but her grandchild-craving mother frets that travel might keep her on the job rather than getting her into the nursery as soon as possible. Poor confused Evelyn tries to like man after man, but there are serious reasons not to like the first half dozen. Then, at the beginning of the story, she decides she likes Matthias, who decides he doesn't like her. Meanwhile she's sent on a trip with a junior employee, Tobias, as assistant. Tobias is a charming, amusing extrovert with an invisible friend.

Friend? In the story, Casper, Tobias's friendly "ghost," is not a very helpful friend. Tobias is always yelling at him and having to tell people that he was yelling at a roach. 

In my belief system, Tobias is a classic schizophrenic, even if he's not asexual yet. Sometimes classic schizophrenics hear voices before they lose interest in sex. 

In Asher's belief system, Casper is a deceiving spirit who really exists, but he'll have to go away if Tobias commits to being a Christian.

It matters; in my belief system, if Casper does go away for a while, he'll soon be replaced by other hallucinations, probably worse ones, and he's one of a small minority of people whose spouse will be fully justified in locking him up and divorcing him, because he won't remember who she is anyway. In the English-speaking countries this is the majority belief system. Rare though classic schizophrenia is, I have more than one e-friend who had to leave a schizophrenic husband to living death in a long-term care facility. But in some countries most people apparently still believe that people can be troubled by these deceiving spirits.

I suspected that an earlier book by Mary Asher was not originally written in English or in an English-speaking country. With this book I'm certain. Evelyn does not initially want to work with Tobias because she thinks he's "lousy." Evidently in the language everyone was really speaking in the author's mind, this is a slangier synonym for "lively," which Tobias is, and nobody does more than smile reproachfully. In the US and UK "lousy" is used as a general slang term of profound contempt, much worse than "filthy" or "'rotten," because actual infestations with lice are rare and the most common kind are classified as a sexually transmitted disease. If someone is literally lousy, we don't mention it. If we think someone is lousy in a slang sense, perhaps "lousy with money" or "a lousy manager/writer/technician" (etc.), and say so, some listeners would be offended by the word itself, and certainly everyone would understand you to mean that there was no chance of love or friendship ever developing between you and that person.

Or, of course, you might be dyslexic...but it's rare for people who are that dyslexic to be sent on business trips. Dyslexic authors are few, and even they usually spare their characters that inconvenience. Dyslexia in fiction is almost always limited to a child's having difficulty learning to read. Well-known people who have the kind of dyslexic brains that may learn to read easily, but mix up words in speaking, usually don't blurt out insults like "lousy." Dyslexic brains make mistakes by sorting out neurological messages from different parts of the brain in the wrong order, so we're more likely to mix up words in a sentence or sounds in a word. President Bush's "sex, er, setbacks" in a discussion, or Dr. Spooner's "You have completely tasted two whole worms," are typical dyslexic mistakes. I've said things like that but I'm more likely to mix up alternative ways of saying the same thing, singular and plural, positive and negative, passive and active: "She had seen Quebec before; she had spent her whole life in Calgary," or, "Every employee were given a bonus." Then there's the pattern where we "dysphonics" use the antonym of the word we mean: "It was white as a crow." And some of us mix up numbers, which is the dyslexic mistake I make most often; to my brain, a numeral is a numeral is a numeral. But a dyslexic American would be unlikely to say "lousy" for "lively." An American yuppie would be more likely to describe a subordinate employee as "impulsive" or "hyperactive" or even "volatile." A dyslexic American yuppie might well say "He's so hyperpulsile," or even sputter "He's so hyperpulactivile." But not "He's so lousy." 

(What the character might have been saying might, of course, have been accurately translate by the US slang word "antsy." Because a person who has actual, literal ants in his pants presumably got them by walking over an anthill rather than sleeping around, it's acceptable, if not exactly polite, to say that a child or a childish young man is antsy.)

I like Mary Asher's writing but I'd like it better if her fiction was set in the country where Asher obviously saw or imagined the stories taking place. In a place where many people believe "familiar spirits" are real, a character who had one might be naive but competent, and not a hopeless prospect for anyone at all to marry.

And that awful mother-in-law Asher's given poor daft Tobias? In a better novel any woman like her would next be seen widowed, with a chronic disease, and struggling to bring up four or five grandchildren alone as her daughters had all given birth to twins or triplets, been divorced, left the babies on their mother's doorstep, and left the country. So many things are so much worse than not having grandchildren that anyone who wants to be allowed to see grandchildren, if and when they are born, should make it a spiritual discipline to act as if person couldn't care less whether person ever has a grandchild...even if (as in my parents' case) this is an outright lie they become unable to sustain for a minute after a grandchild appears. Society as a whole may be in no danger of an excess of femininity, but in Jungian psychology "toxic femininity" is seen as a condition from which a patient (even if male) may suffer, and one of the more obvious expressions of toxic femininity is, if utterly unable to keep children from growing up and leaving her alone in the nursery world, badgering the adult children to give her grandchildren.

(For those who missed the lecture on Jung at college: Carl Gustav Jung, a junior colleague of Sigmund Freud's for several years, theorized that everyone has a masculine "soul" and a feminine "soul" among the other archetypes in our psyches. The one that corresponds to our physical sex should of course be more fully expressed, but it's good to be aware of both of them. Healthy masculinity is expressed in behavior like planning ahead and working diligently; healthy femininity, in behavior like caring for those who need care; toxic masculinity, in behavior like brawling and quarrelling; and toxic femininity, in behavior like gossip and manipulation--perhaps most of all in trying to manipulate others to have babies.)

Thursday, April 30, 2026

Book Review: Her Billionaire Cowboy's Twin Heirs

Title: Her Billionaire Cowboy's Twin Heirs 

Author: Cathy Shouse

Date: 2021

Quote: "Can you believe your baby turns eight tomorrow?"

Young, cute single mother meets rich, handsome single father--of twins. The only question is whether the children are as compatible as they are. Since it's a sweet romance...

I think this whole story is a little too good to be true. Some of the action takes place in a bakery and sugary desserts are mentioned on almost every page. The story is as sugar-fog-inducing as the desserts. But I had just read that grim police-procedure thriller so I could stand a little virtual sugar. Maybe you can too. If so, this romance may be for you. 

Napowrimo 30: Writers

The final National Poetry Writing Month challenge was to write a poem that discusses a category of beings or people in a detached, musing way.

Writers say writing is fun. But they're lazy.
They'd rather go out and look at a daisy
Than come in and write what they learned from the flower.
Writers refuse to be paid by the hour.
Most of the time writers aren't even paid.
Don't be a writer. Learn some other trade. 

It's been fun, writing a poem a day, except when it's conflicted with other things, such as that, right now, I need to be finishing the Monthly Fluffball

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Web Log for 4.28.26

What's left of it...starting late today, and likely to stop early...Microsoft attacking the laptop...

Comedy (Not) 

This web site joins the Trumps in calling for the dismissal, and permanent blacklisting, of so-called comedian Jimmy Kimmel. Hear this well, boys: the only woman you ever accuse of looking like an expectant widow, if you want to have a career, is YOUR OWN WIFE. She has a valid reason to look that way. Kimmel basically accused Melania Trump of conspiracy in the attack that occurred a few days later. Doing that shouldn't be censored. It is most definitely of interest to law enforcement. It may be a valid, evidence-based criminal charge worth investigating, and it is more likely to be either (a) a false accusation based in wishful thinking, also worth investigating, or (b) a false accusation made in hopes of distracting suspicion from the speaker's own culpability, also worth thoroughly investigating. 

Candace Owens is not a comedian. She is investigating accusations coming from her base, but she is showing very bad taste by publicizing those accusations in a complete absence of proof. Let Kimmel's fate be a warning to her.


Fashion, More Low Moments in 


Half-grown Ella Devi sneered at Mrs. Hegseth about a dress that...I don't care how little she paid for it. If she got the dress from the Amvets or Salvation Army or Prevention of Blindness Society store, babygirl, I say cheers! I do think the dress does nothing for her, and probably would have looked even worse on the majority of women worldwide. But what's tacky here is an 18-year-old child trying to tell grown-up women how to dress. Don't you have a term paper to write, Ella, dear?

Fashion, More Positive Statements in 


Found at Messy Mimi's blog. Lens says it was first posted by Mary Edwards Arceneaux on F******k. This is actually the kind of thing I wear around the house in winter. If I wanted anyone to think it was sexy, I would point out how easily the whole lovely confection slips off.

Flowers 

Beautiful yellow things.


Kentucky 

Most of anything anyone from Kentucky has to say about Virginia should be dismissed as mere envy, but this must be allowed.


Music 

Dire Straits.



Aoife O'Donovan.


The Grateful Dead.


Cat Stevens.


Ballake Sissoko.


The Byrds.


Nana Mouskouri.


Three Dog Night.


Toto. 


Progress Satellite. This is a long one. Not, in my opinion, great: nobody ever has done or will do this kind of music as well as Mannheim Steamroller. Nevertheless, some nice long tracks with breaks in between for link hunting.


Aerosmith. This would have been my pick for a list of Bad Songs in 1976 or so, but I will admit it sounds a lot better in stereo than it used to sound on that old radio banging around at the back of the school bus.

I do down-rate singers for diction, though. If you're going to all the trouble of recording a song, it's worth practicing to get the consonants to come out clearly.


Arrogant Worms. This Canadian chap has excellent diction, and the song is hilarious.


White Stripes.


J.J. Cale.


Meh. Do you readers actually follow these links and discover old favorites or new fun stuff to listen to, or do these music sections merely expand the page?

Party Politics 

Revenge! Deny it who can! 

I think this kind of thing should be subject to the popular vote. If Floridians really are turning against the Loony Left, that's good news. If they're being subjected to "redistricting" just for revenge, that's tacky. Let the people decide.

Napowrimo 29: Then & Now

Today's National Poetry Writing Month challenge suggests poems that compare our past and present lives.

This does not follow the rules for the thought flow of a sijo, but since my brain's gone there...

Typewriter clacking all day
cost me housemates, filled my pockets.
Computer softly moaning
"update, replace," drains my pockets.
Could I go back? In a heartbeat.
I've outlived housemates, anyway. 

A Celebrity I'd Like to Meet

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks for posts about "A Celebrity I'd Like to Meet."

Meh. I'm not really fangirly about any living celebrity. I think, if the life and work of someone who's become well known interest me, I'm likely to learn more by reading person's books, listening to per music or even watching per videos, than by meeting face to face at some reception where people have the opportunity to exchange thoughts like "Good afternoon."  

Sometimes it's more interesting to meet people who work for the famous and infamous. The King of England is obviously not going to tell someone he's only just met anything about himself or about England that we didn't know, but one of his entourage might.

Generally when one meets celebrities they're bland and polite, coached by their public relations agents. I have met one exception: the actor known as Michael Caine. He used actually to work in a cancer research charity he ran in Washington, a point in his favor; he advertised for help often, and I answered several ads and always thought Caine seemed like a disaster to work for--not only irascible, but also careless and not very competent. (So why answer another ad? Because I did hear good things about the organization and figured the acting office manager probably did excellent work.) But most people who've made a career of being well known have practiced being easy to like without being even possible to know.

On a scale of celebrity I don't know that Gene Weingarten rates very high, but he comes to mind as someone I'd like to meet...because I have enjoyed his work for most of my lifetime, and there may not be a great deal of time left to tell him so. But I'm sure he's been told so by hundreds of other readers.

Book Review: Shepherd of Wolves

Title: Shepherd of Wolves

Author: R.J. King

Date: 2021

Quote: " [B]efore he had his next guest over...Edmund made sure that there weren't any visible remains from the last one."

Trigger warnings: Absolutely nobody is going to enjoy this book. It's about a serial murderer and a police detective. The gory scenes are "tastefully" narrated, but there are a lot of them. People who enjoy this type of book like the satisfaction of having the murderer caught. This book ends with him still at large, with a suggestion that the detective may be so discouraged that there won't even be a sequel. 

Meh. The serial murderer's method is consistent. The detective knows who he is. When the detective hears of a similar crime in a different town, he can go out there and nail the murderer to the wall. If he has the energy left. So it's one of those "Lady or the Tiger," you pick the ending, sort of stories. 

For those looking for male point of view, action and adventure (at least the protagonist observes it, and seethes with frustration because he's not the one doing it), and a deeply decent Black male protagonist (even if, at fifty-two, he's starting to think of himself as "the old man"), this book has those things too. You will like Detective Wright, who's been wrong before, and knows it. I only wish that, even if he is too "old" to bring the murderer in, himself, the story had assured readers that Wright had found someone who would.

As things are, this novel is too much like the real news.

Napowrimo 28: At Last, Rain

This National Poetry Writing Month challenge invited poems in a form used by Victoria Chang. The original Chang poem has been translated into English. It doesn't quite fit the syllable count for a traditional sijo, but it looks as if, in the original language, it might have been one. 


White rose from Google, which credits all-creatures.org. 

At last, rain deepens the green
coloring ground, bushes, and trees.
White rose bloomed; white violets
are still in bloom; where's white privet?
Has the white honeysuckle choked it?
No, but poison sprays may do.

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Web Log for 4.27.26

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

Fashion Disasters

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

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

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


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

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

Music

"Monday." 


George Harrison.


Cream.


The Byrds.


I think the band call themselves Hava Nagila.


Riffing on the classic tune:


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


The Grateful Dead.


New York City 

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


Sensitivity 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Book Review: Crossroads

Ttile: Crossroads 

Author: Irene Hannon

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

ISBN: 9781970116137

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

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

Petfinder Post: Australian Shepherds and Tabby Cats

"and Thursday is National Tabby Day"

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

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

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

What makes Australian Shepherd dogs so appealing?  

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

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

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

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

So why do so many of them land in shelters? 

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

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

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

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

About that lethal gene... 

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

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

So you want to adopt an Australian Shepherd dog.  

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

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

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

Then again, maybe you don't. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zipcode 10101: JD from Texas by way of New Jersey 


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

Zipcode 20202: Helen from Memphis by way of Arlington

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

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

Zipcode 30303: Gilly from Marietta 


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

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

10101: Pixy from Texas by way of Ridgefield 


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

20202: Lopez from DC 


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

30303: Denver from Chattanooga 


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

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

10101: Miles from Hoboken 


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

20202: Silverbell from DC


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

30303: Pokey from Atlanta 


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

Alternate: Amy from Atlanta 


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