A bumpy flight but it feels like I landed the plane

The end of September was not as productive as I’d hoped.

Monday through Wednesday I was busy working on my two Local Reporter articles, one on September’s big town council meeting, one a listicle of Carrboro nonprofits. It shouldn’t have taken three days but I was still tired from last week. Plus Trixie’s incontinence continued into this week, off and on. Plus I took her to a vet appointment Tuesday, then my flu and covid shots Wednesday became the excuse for a larger series of errands: library, cat food, dog drugs. Plus some paperwork that needed doing only the relevant website refused to cooperate. I have no idea if it’s malfunctioning or badly designed.

It doesn’t help that Trixie’s decided she wants to get up earlier. If she gets up just as I’m starting my day, it throws me way off. I lose the one to two dog-free hours I normally enjoy in the morning and coping with her as well as the cats makes it surprisingly hard to focus. But I’ll never say no to her.

Could you? And it’s not like it’s her fault or anything, even when snuggled next to me, she peed on my pants in her sleep.

Thursday, though, I got back in the swing of things. A lot of little tasks related to Become the Sky. Some groundwork for my next Local Reporter articles. And I began replotting Let No Man Put Asunder by thinking about the character arcs. While there’s a lot I like about the second draft, Paul and Mandy need much more emotional stress. And the whole novel needs a stronger arc: the threat level really doesn’t grow enough. It’s run-from-the-bad-guys, find temporary safety, run some more … it doesn’t ratchet up until maybe the last fifth of the book. But that’s fixable.

That’s not a lot to get done but just the fact I was really focused felt good. Especially with Trixie’s problems distracting me.

Oh, my friend and fellow Durham Writers Group member Lucy Adams has a chestnut tree and it recently shed a bunch of nuts. She gave me some and I tried roasting a few; when that proved successful I roasted more of them.

If I put a small X in the shell, the steam from roasting open up the shell, making it easy to peel. I made them into mushrooom-chestnut soup last weekend, and very tasty it was.

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Asphalt!

Durham recently did some road repair. They left the old asphalt in a pile on our corner until the end of the day.

I found it an interesting sight, obviously. So did the Plush One.

Plushie being Plushie, I think he would happily have licked the edges to see what they taste like. I did not give him the opportunity.

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Linking to misogny

Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth: “I don’t want my son serving alongside troops who are out of shape or in combat [units] with females who can’t meet the same combat arms physical standards as men.” The War Horse at the same link: “Women serving in combat specialties have always been required to meet the same job-specific standards as men, based on the physical demands of their chosen field, such as infantry or artillery. But the broader physical fitness tests taken by all service members once or twice a year serve a different purpose: measuring overall fitness. Those tests have historically been scored using age- and sex-based standards.” Astonishingly (he said sarcastically) “Whiskey Pete” is fine with keeping the adjusted standards for older men.

In case you’re wondering, 90 percent of women in the Marines can meet the new standards. Of course, Hegseth is starting from a loathing for women in what he sees as male roles, so we’ll see what happens next. Remember, his spiritual mentor, misogynist Doug Wilson, is very big on male supremacy.

“The U.S. already has abortion travel bans—we just don’t normally call them that.”

“A judge criticized the Department of Health and Human Services for citing nonexistent scientific evidence or potentially AI-generated citations to support sweeping changes to federal teen pregnancy prevention programs. The Trump administration had said money Congress appropriated for such programs should avoid encouraging teen sexual activity and be used only for programs that promote abstinence and “body literacy.” The administration’s changes were challenged after HHS cut tens of millions in grants.” No surprise. It’s a proven fact that comprehensive sex ed and affordable birth control can reduce the unwanted pregnancy rate, ditto the abortion rate — but Republicans would sooner have more abortions than approve of women enjoying sex.

“A death related to ectopic pregnancy should really be a never event,” said Dr. Alice Abernathy, an OB-GYN in Philadelphia. At the link, ProPublica reports that since abortion bans became legal, ectopic deaths have soared.

Danny Katch looks at “the deep misogyny of an anti-trans movement that poses as defenders of women when it’s convenient but ultimately is driven by a desire to police all violations of traditional gender norms.”

The Girl Scouts support members in their faiths, including Muslims. Needless to say, bigots hate that.

Republican Florida governor candidate Byron Reynolds assures women repairing Florida’s roads is so they can get to the hair salon and stay pretty.

“Although many families strive to share these responsibilities, research has consistently found that mothers tend to shoulder a larger share of the work tied to their kids’ schooling. That includes not only attending school events or packing lunches, but also the less visible work of scheduling doctor appointments, signing up for after-school activities, and responding to emails or calls from teachers and administrators.” One of the reasons is that no matter what instructions they get, schools tend to call the mother first.

“White men get to fail,” said Amanda Litman, co-founder of Run for Something, which recruits young, progressive candidates to run for office. “Women do not get to make mistakes. People of color do not get to make mistakes.” Litman said the argument was not that serious allegations should be treated differently because of a candidate’s identity, but that Platner had been granted an unusual degree of latitude to recover from earlier controversies that a female candidate or a candidate of color would probably not have been afforded.

“It is a very strange thing to move through the world understanding that the one half of the population that never had their humanity doubted on the basis of their genitalia, that enjoys the privilege of being the default category of human, remains the primary arbiter of your physical safety and, sometimes, your personhood.” — from Jill Filipovic’s essay on the Cornell Seven.

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Piano and auditorium

Recently TYG took me to see the Salix Piano Trio at Duke’s Baldwin Auditorium. As I’m rushed for time, today’s post is some photos I took of Baldwin. The performance was excellent too, particularly the Mozart.

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Science links that aren’t about LLMs

Because there’s cool science stuff out there too. To start with, Popular Science tackled a question I’m sure we’ve all wondered about: what kind of animal is the Muppet Gonzo the Great?

Meet the tilcayo, the first new cat species identified in a century.

Scientists are trying to recreate the sounds of Jurassic era insect life.

How about practical science: how often should you replace your kitchen sponge?

A completely 100 percent serious documentary will answer the big science question: “Amid claims that the Sun sustains life on Earth, despite the fact that it vanishes with staggering regularity, the series asks: Where does the Sun really go every night? How is it apparently massive but looks smaller than your hand? And is there any truth in one of humanity’s greatest fears: that it keeps getting eaten by a dragon?” Yes, it’s a parody.

Space X’s satellite network may be leaking radio signals so badly they’re interfering with radio telescopes. And satellites in general are proving an easy way to hack into private data.

“Thankfully, radium-coated cookware never gained great popularity. Promising to be impervious to acid and grease, to never burn or stick, X-Radium Cooking Utensils (below) were advertised at a moment when the element was finding its way into all sorts of consumer products, whether as an additive or just as a futuristic name.” — from an article about the science of cookware.

Cheryl Rofer on why Havana Syndrome is not the result of a Russian super-weapon.

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“Jesus is not front and center with these guys”

That’s the conclusion of Bob Smietana looking at Joel Webbon, Dale Partridge and other “Jim Crow theobros” who preach various forms of white male supremacy: pro-slavery, pro-Jim Crow, pro-all-white America (a couple of them debated whether Clarence Thomas deserved to stay). And insisting very firmly that there’s is absolutely 100 percent the only Biblical position on these matters (Mark Noll would like a word). As with Christian misogyny (most of them believe in that too) they’ve taken what they think is the rightful order of society — them on top — and convinced themselves that’s obviously what the Bible says.

Plus using their various platforms to pitch supplements, T-shirts and other lucrative sidelines (or the racism and misogyny are sidelines to milking the rubes) because right-wing rage invariably has grifting attached (side-note: here’s a scam that doesn’t preach hate but does use the gospel as a scamming tool). As Fred Clark says, it’s excellent reporting, not attempting to sanewash or decency-wash these people. As to their motives, it doesn’t matter if they’re merchandizing bigotry to sell their swag or sincere bigots with a side-hustle. Neither one is excusable. Neither one is redeemable — the people may be if they ever see the light, their beliefs never will be. Their twisted faith is a poisonous tree and it will bear no good fruit.

The fruit they bear is the demands we stop caring for people because compassion is a weakness. It makes people object to supposedly righteous things like ICE murders and deporting non-white people to nations they have no connection with. They advocate as cramped and limited a view of love your neighbors as possible. JD Vance says, for instance, “love your family and then you love your neighbor and then you love your community and then you love your fellow citizens and your own country, and then after that you can focus and prioritize the rest of the world.” Worrying about immigrants and refugees when your own people are in trouble? That’s just wrong and un-Biblical!

Not that Vance is in danger of having compassion for people in this country — he is, after all, part of the Toddler’s fascist assault on human decency and American values. And a claim Jesus had a narrow view of who our neighbors are is just wrong. If nothing else, the Bible’s story of Pentecost makes clear all Christians — all races, genders, nationalities — are brothers and sisters in faith. The Toddler administration won’t even admit non-white Christian refugees any more. Only Afrikaaners, whose white supremacy has won Republican support for decades now. Obviously my view of the Bible is no more authoritative than theirs — but faced with two dueling interpretations of the Bible, I think it makes sense, as decent human beings, to choose the more compassionate one. Right-winger Megan Basham insists by telling us the story of the Good Samaritan Jesus was saying don’t help people. Bollocks: if you find someone assaulted by criminals, beaten by the side of the road, decent people don’t need to consult the Bible to know we should help them. Basham, however, has chosen not to be a decent person.

No question, this kind of bigotry has long been part of American (and other forms) Christianity. It’s still a bad thing when people say the quiet parts out loud. They embolden others. They make it seem normal — not in the sense of “there’s a lot of people like that” but “as there’s a lot of people like that we might as well accept this as a reasonable point of view.” No, we shouldn’t.

As the blogger Hilzoy once said, embracing these beliefs is addicting. Feeling rage and hate at some designated group is stimulating and often addictive to the point “you come to rely on it more and more, the fun fades, and it corrodes you from within. The more you nurse your hatred, the larger a part of your identity it becomes. But hatred is a poor substitute for a genuine self, and the more you come to depend on it, the hollower you become, and the harder it is to let it go. It eats away at your values: morality, which we ought to use to make ourselves better people and only secondarily to judge others, turns into a tool we use to excoriate those we hate, and to demonstrate, to ourselves and to others, how very, very different we are from them. Crusades are fought by the righteous, and if you need to believe that you are on a righteous crusade, you will of course need to conscript morality to the cause of maintaining your belief that you are on the side of the angels.

“At this point, as Lewis said, your view of your opponents is driven by your hatred, rather than the other way around. You need “to see grey as black, and then to see white itself as black”, and your needs drive your beliefs. Your intellectual integrity is sacrificed to your psychological needs, your hatred loses any honesty it might once have had, and you surrender to fantasy. This can be hard to undo: once you give up your hold on reality, it’s hard to find your way back. And if you can’t, then you are surrounded by malevolent enemies of your own creation, enemies that can do you real damage even though they are purely imaginary. You are “fixed for ever in a universe of pure hatred” which you created in your own image, and which has trapped you.

“This is dangerous. I have watched people get into real moral trouble this way. I have no wish to join them. And the only way I know to prevent it is to be absolutely scrupulous about thinking ill of people. If the facts warrant my dislike, so be it. But the moment I find myself wanting to see grey as black, then I know that I’m going wrong. And as C.S. Lewis said, whenever this impulse “bobs its head up, day after day, year after year, all our lives long, we must hit it on the head.” As I said, not just because it’s unjust to think ill of others when they don’t deserve it, or because it’s ignoble, but because it’s poison.”

I think that applies even if the theobros (and others of their ilk) are faking for the clicks and swag sales. Sell your wares and your podcast by angry outrageous takes on race or gender and you have a financial incentive to stay extreme or get worse. For example podcaster Candace Owens trying to grab attention by declaring she doesn’t believe in a round earth or a flat earth. And that’s assuming the hatemongers have the sense not to start drinking their own snake oil. The mask that people wear can easily become the face and, as Philip Agre put it, “few of us have the skill to hate with a clear mind.”

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Intelligence, New York and rebellion: three books

I’m not sure when I first read Stephen Jay Gould’s THE MISMEASURE OF MAN — the 1980s, maybe? — but it certainly hasn’t aged at all.

Gould looks back at the long history of efforts to measure human intelligence and to rank it, not merely between individuals but between groups — man vs. woman, black vs. white vs. Native American vs. Aborigine, native-born American vs. immigrant, upper class vs. lower. Why yes, there was a lot of racism involved; even people who were enlightened and liberal routinely accepted that the white Anglo-Saxon male was the summit of human evolution and obviously more intelligent than anyone else. Knowing this unsurprisingly biased the results. The great anatomist Paul Broca, for instance, admitted that women’s brains were smaller than men’s in proportion to their bodies but obviously, as we know women are stupid, their small brains must be the root cause.

Gould argues the fatal mistake in all the theorists he’s covering was the belief that intelligence was a single, fixed, quantifiable thing (a concept that eventually became “IQ”) and that it was an identifiable physical property of the brain, untainted by education, culture, environment, etc. And that attempts to measure it were always undone by bias; when it became obvious that IQ tests of immigrants reflected how long they’d been in America (and therefore exposed to American culture) the response was that obviously the immigrants who arrived earlier were the smarter, more ambitious types and the later arrivals were the degenerate dregs. This is wonkier than his previous books, getting much more into the technical weeds than they did, but it certainly makes its point well.

WILL EISNER’S NEW YORK is an anthology of multiple smaller works by the creator of the Spirit, all focusing on life in the Big Apple. One section tells stories built around windows, fire hydrants and other features of city life. Another looks at four ghosts haunting the site of the building where they died, even though it’s been demolished and replaced. “Invisible People” looks at the ways people can vanish in the teeming crowds; one, concerning a recluse who can’t convince anyone his obituary was wrong (they’ve never seen him, how do they know who he is?), shows similars fears of loss-of-identity to The Net.

It’s great stuff but not Eisner’s best stuff. Like his Life in Pictures, the tone is too bleak and miserable, plus the women are overwhelmingly unlikable and unsympathetic. It’s surprising, given the women of Eisner’s Spirit series are far more interesting and appealing.

Although the publisher lists Henry Kuttner as sole author of FURY, CL Moore says in the introduction that she collaborated on it (they did lots of work on each other’s stories throughout their marriage); Kuttner’s mark is on the Don’t Trust Authority scenes, hers on the Don’t Trust Love moments. Their story dissatisfied me as a teen, probably because it’s about an anti-hero against a decaying society and I wasn’t really ready for that. And Sam, “who was born into a world he had to smash before it smashed him,” isn’t a typical anti-hero.

Following the nuclear destruction of Earth, the survivors escaped to Venus and settled in domed colony cities under the Venusian oceans. A minority of people, affected by radiation, become immortal, and eventually rule the cities. They can be killed but they have advantages: decades of added experience and knowledge and the ability to make long-range plans. They’re also cautious: the confined, unchanging environment of the cities is destroying humanity’s spirit but the Immortals are unwilling to gamble on the long, dangerous challenge of colonizing the hostile Venusian surface land.

Sam was born an immortal but his mother died giving birth to him. His bitter father had Sam brought up among the lower classes. Sam becomes a tough, dangerous criminal, then slowly gains ambition, leading to throwing his weight behind the land-colonization efforts. The Immortals don’t know what to make of him but hope they can either use him or destroy him. And why does it sometimes seem there’s a guiding hand manipulating everything? There’s a lot of interesting ideas in this novel, and Sam makes a memorable protagonist, a guy who’s doing a good job but lacks many of the ennobling qualities anti-heroes often have.

Fury cover uncredited, top cover by Eisner. All rights to images remain with current holders.

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Corruption, contagion and a coyote: movies viewed

Steven Soderbergh’s THE INFORMANT (2009) is a based-on-truth film though the opening blithely warns us the director’s not prioritizing accuracy. Matt Damon plays Mark Whitacre, an Archer Daniels Midland executive who cooperated with FBI Agent Shepard (Scott Bakula) to expose the company’s massive price-fixing operations. As he explains it, he started out in the tech end, got bumped up to management and isn’t comfortable with it.

Public-spirited? Maybe. Then again, he tells his wife that this might open up opportunities in the hierarchy if anyone above him gets busted. And then it turns out that while working with the FBI he also launched several million-dollar scams and kickbacks to line his own pocket. And even before that, he made up stuff, like his tragic family history. Soderbergh doesn’t go deep or try to pin down Whitacre’s motives (he does dismiss out of hand the idea his bipolar illness was responsible), treating this more like the kind of “you won’t believe this story” you might tell a friend over coffee. Well-done. “Everyone in the country is a victim of corporate crime by the time they finish breakfast.”

Soderbergh’s next film, CONTAGION (2011), now looks almost creepily prescient post-covid. We have a disease that jumps from bats to pigs to humans, then explodes across the globe, spawning terror, grief, death, and also masking, social distancing, paranoid conspiracy theories and anti-vax hucksters. It’s also, from what I’ve read, accurate in its portrayal of how things work (or worked at the time — god knows what things look like under RFK Jr.), though one doctor said no way does the CDC get real-time information this quickly (and based on reading for Watching Jekyll and Hyde about self-experimentation, one doctor testing a vaccine on herself shouldn’t speed things up that much). Very good and well cast: Laurence Fishbourne as the head of the CDC, Gwyneth Paltrow as an adulterous Patient Zero, Matt Damon as her shellshocked husband, Marion Cotillard and Kate Winslet as doctors and Jude Law as an Alex Jones-style huckster. “Clearly we’re not lucky.”

Warners almost buried COYOTE VS. ACME (2026) in the studio vaults which would have been a great shame — and a great mistake, as it’s proving a solid hit for them. Fed up with decades of Acme products that boomerang on him, Wiley Coyote hires attorney Kevin Avery (Will Forte) to sue them. Avery is a schmuck who’d happily settle rather than take on the world’s biggest corporation and its ruthless legal team headed by Buddy Crane (John Cena). However as events progress it becomes obvious Acme is engaged in very shady business and Avery slowly realizes he’s not willing to walk away. This was a delightful, fun movie and offered some great Easter eggs (“Let’s go to our news team in Guadalajara, where a mouse just broke the sound barrier!”). Well worth seeing if you find the time. “Pursuant to Sylvester v. Gonzalez, ‘chase by predator’ is an occupation under the law.”

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This time I didn’t duck the axe-man

If you imagine distracting events as the axe-men Luke Cage is busting on this cover —

— then unlike last week, the third axe-man did me in. Almost nothing got done this week.

I knew it wouldn’t be a stellar week because TYG had an out-of-town trip which left me with all the dog care (not a criticism of her — she does the same when I go out of town). Still it wouldn’t have been too bad, except early Sunday morning Trixie’s UTI returned. Peeing on the bed does tend to rob one of sleep. Monday I had to take her in; the vet confirmed it’s a different bacterial soup inside her from last time. This could mean some bacteria got antibiotic resistance or that her equipment is looser and weaker., leading to incontinence. Either way it’s treatable.

Happily the UTI doesn’t seem to affect anything else. She’s lively, up for walks, eats, snuggles. No small thing.

In the short term, however, I got minimal sleep Saturday and Sunday night (she got up early Monday morning too). Then Monday night I was too stressed with worry to sleep well and felt half-dead Tuesday. Need I say I didn’t get much done? Wednesday was better but not much better. TYG returned and I got more sleep Wednesday night. However Thursday I was still tired and we had a recheck for Trixie to go to.

Result? Almost nothing done. Some work on Savage Adventures and a final review of my two stories for Become the Sky. We’re shooting to get it done next month so that has to be a priority.

However, as I’ve blogged about several times over the years, some bad weeks are inevitable. Sooner or later you hit a week where everything goes wrong. This ain’t the first. Won’t be the last. The solution is to do better next week. This will be a little challenging — three different medical appointments for various things — but I shall do my best to rise to the challenge.

To end on a plus note, I sold several copies of various books so as always, thank you buyers! Hope you enjoyed them.

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I love finding a hidden mustache in my wine!

I know I blogged about wine labels Wednesday but I figured I’d save these three matching labels for today.

As with so many labels, I’m not sure the mustache and glasses scream Drink Me. But then we get this one—

Here we do indeed have the mustache hidden. But then there’s the third photograph—

Am I right the woman’s glasses are the hidden mustache? Or is it so hidden we can’t see it? Also this is the first time I noticed the label catchphrase, “I mustache you a question.”

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