You know it’s bad when your browser can’t even display all the tabs you have open so you have to use the keyboard shortcuts to navigate between them….

Yeah, I gotta get this browser under control!

::  I don’t know if this link even still works, but apparently there’s someone selling pizza in Syracuse out of their house and you have to be lucky to get one:

Most pizza places make it pretty easy: You’re hungry, you order a pizza, you pick it up. Or a kid in a Subaru with a broken muffler delivers it to your door.

Angelo’s Pizza Bar, a top-secret pop-up pizzeria, has a few more steps.

First, follow it on Instagram and be sure to turn on notifications. Make your profile public. Comment “hello” on Angelo’s post, and don’t get chatty. A direct message with a time slot will appear in your inbox if you’re lucky.
 

Don’t get excited, it’s not a done deal. You must reply quickly that you want this pizza, at this precise time, or else your pizza will go to the next person on Angelo’s list.

If you make it that far (and that’s a very big “if”), head to North Syracuse. Arrive early, but not too early. Pull into a driveway, and stay in your car. Leave room for other cars to pull in.
 

Wait for your pizza, leave promptly, and keep the address to yourself.

I don’t know about this, in all honesty…it sounds fun and cool, but I also don’t know anything about this Angelo person’s commitment to proper food handling and food safety procedures.

::  World Cup fans have come to the US for the games and discovered Ranch dressing. This amuses me greatly. (Now, in Buffalo, Ranch is treated as something the weirdos and the know-nothings do, because here, blue cheese is king. But honestly, Ranch is fine. But it’s gotta be buttermilk Ranch, not the “lite” stuff.)

::  I’m a traitor.

This is an open letter to Haggai Segal, an Israeli author and journalist, who recently threatened American Jews with excommunication in the Israeli weekly Makor Rishon for not making Aliyah (moving to Israel).

Dear Brother Haggai,

From the very beginning, your letter to me was both passionate and clear: “Dear brothers, you are traitors. You are committing treason against us and against yourselves.” I thank you for that and hope to be as passionate and clear in my response.

While I wish you had included our sisters in your condemnation, I immediately understood that the “us” referred to Israeli Jews. However, I wasn’t sure which act of treason we American Jews were guilty of. Was it supporting Israel’s destruction of Gaza? Turning a blind eye to her apartheid policies in the Occupied Territories? Remaining silent as Netanyahu wages war on Israel’s justice system? Ignoring his turning Israel into a vassal of Trump, Inc., fueling antisemitism on the American right and left?

A compelling piece by a Jew who is struggling with the idea that being a Jew means full support of the current actions of the Israeli government. I, as a non-Jew, continue to struggle with this. On the one hand, I don’t support the degree to which the Netanyahu government is going to basically clean out Gaza entirely. But on the other hand, I am seeing the word “Zionist” increasingly used to simply mean “A Jew I don’t like”, and I really do see in the criticism of the current Israeli government a strong undercurrent of the belief that Jews are simply expected to suffer whatever the non-Jews of the world decide to do to them.

::  What Toronto looked like in the 1980s.

The 80s are when I fell in love with Toronto. While my love for that astonishing city has not diminished in anyway and while I still adore it and traveling there is always a thrill, I do miss some of the feeling of the city that these photos capture. Toronto is one of the most explosive cities in the world, in terms of how quickly it is growing; I wouldn’t be surprised at all to see Toronto become North America’s third largest city, by population, within my lifetime (currently it sits fourth, behind Mexico City, New York City, and Los Angeles). Its skyline boasts numerous new towers every time we go, and lately we’ve been going yearly.

::  Here’s a bittersweet video about a 110-year-old business in NYC that is closing down, mainly because the market for its product is ever-shrinking. I know that not every business and not every craft remains relevant, but it’s still sad to see old things left behind.

::  Only a Complete Asshole Would Get Married At Madison Square Garden

Drew Magary has thoughts on Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce deciding to use a sports arena smack in the middle of the busiest city in America for their wedding:

With that in mind, why the fuck would two people as talented as Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce decide to get married at MSG, of all places?

I’ll tell you why: because they’re selfish pricks with shit taste. Swift herself is no stranger to greed, and Kelce is a human Labrador who loves to get belly rubs from passing strangers. There’s no romance in getting married at such a large, exceedingly public venue. There is only the flex of doing so. There is only, OMG you guys I got married at Madison Square Garden! Isn’t that wild?!

There’s also no reason to build your own Disney castle for the occasion unless, like the majority of Swift’s catalog, you have the maturity of an 11-year-old.

Frankly, I find myself in agreement here, and I say this as someone who admired Swift greatly a few years ago (though I was never steeped enough in her work to call myself a “fan”) but who has found the recent shift in her public persona rather…off-putting.

::  Looking for relief from the sun? Get a sunbrella! Not to be confused with a parasol. Now, why is it not to be confused with a parasol? I have no idea. It just isn’t.

::  Finally, in less than great news for American classical music criticism, the great Alex Ross has stepped down as the regular music critic for The New Yorker. Ross isn’t leaving Earth or quitting writing, and I’m sure we’ll have his voice for a good long while to come, but still, he’ll be missed. I read him as often as I could, even when I didn’t really know what he was writing about.

I still have a ton of tabs open, but this post is now long enough, I think….

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It’s time to close out some of the tabs I’ve had open for a bit.

::  This first grouping is about the recent murder of Charlie Kirk, which I have been reluctant to address in any major way, and I suppose I’m going to keep not much addressing it. It’s phrasing things mildly to say that I was not a fan. I do not think that Kirk injected any particular level of intelligent insight into the national conversation; I found his views to be a typical MAGA blend of virulent toxicity, white supremacy, sexism, creepy evangelicalism, and a general lack of factual correctness. I also think Kirk was Exhibit A in my ongoing belief that debates, as we generally see them in American discourse, are a complete and utter waste of time that reward talking-point facility, quick speaking, and general loudness over developing and advancing serious argument. (I differentiate greatly between debate and argument.) In short, I do not believe that Kirk made America a better place; rather, he played a starring role in the political forces that I believe are relentlessly making everything that has ever been good about America worse.

But I am appalled and disgusted by his murder. The man should be alive. His wife should still have a living husband. His children should still have a living father. And the person who murdered him should never have been able to get hold of the tool he used to do it. (Assuming that the person in custody truly is the one who committed the act, an assumption that I see no reason to question.)

Here are several pieces that I read in the days following Kirk’s murder (which, in a sign of the times, I learned about on Tiktok):

Jamelle Bouie, New York Times: Charlie Kirk didn’t shy away from who he was. We shouldn’t, either.

It is sometimes considered gauche, in the world of American political commentary, to give words the weight of their meaning. As this thinking goes, there might be real belief, somewhere, in the provocations of our pundits, but much of it is just performance, and it doesn’t seem fair to condemn someone for the skill of putting on a good show.

But Kirk was not just putting on a show. He was a dedicated proponent of a specific political program. He was a champion for an authoritarian politics that backed the repression of opponents and made light of violence against them. And you can see Kirk’s influence everywhere in the Trump administration, from its efforts to strip legal recognition from transgender Americans to its anti-diversity purge of the federal government.

Elizabeth Spiers, The Nation: Charlie Kirk’s legacy deserves no mourning.

Many of the facile defenses of Kirk and his legacy are predicated on the idea that it’s acceptable to spread hateful ideas advocating for the persecution of perceived enemies as long as you dress them up in a posture of debate. This is just class privilege. The man who smeared Black women like Ketanji Brown Jackson and Michelle Obama, whom he claimed had benefited from affirmative action, saying, ‘you do not have the brain processing power to otherwise be taken really seriously,” said it while wearing a nice shirt and a tie on a podcast instead of tattered overalls in the parking lot of a rural Walmart. That does not make it any less racist.

AR Moxon, The Die-ers(This piece is not specifically about Kirk, and was written two years ago. I think it still applicable to the current moment.)

Supremacy is a belief system that rests on what I’ve called foundational lies: the lie of separation, which insists that we bear no relation to one another; the lie of scarcity, which insists that life must be earned; and the lie of redemptive violence, which insists that those who have not earned life owe a debt to those who have earned life; a debt that is best paid with violence and hard use.

It’s a belief system that lets me believe that other people don’t exist in the same way that I do—that they aren’t people, in fact—and makes that case so subtly, I don’t even have to tell myself that’s what I actually believe; makes it so subtly, I can be outraged and offended when I reveal this belief to others without even knowing I’ve done so, and people who have learned to detect the assumptions behind my mountainous inhumanity inform me that they’ve detected mountainous inhumanity in me.

Ta-Nehisi Coates, Vanity Fair: Charlie Kirk, redeemed: A political class finds its lost cause. (Amazing piece. You may need a paywall-bypass site to access it.)

Words are not violence, nor are they powerless. Burying the truth of the Confederacy, rewriting its aims and ideas, and ignoring its animating words allowed for the terrorization of the Black population, the imposition of apartheid, and the destruction of democracy. The rewriting and the ignoring were done not just by Confederates, but also by putative allies for whom the reduction of Black people to serfdom was the unfortunate price of white unity. The import of this history has never been clearer than in this moment when the hard question must be asked: If you would look away from the words of Charlie Kirk, from what else would you look away?

Rebecca Solnit on debate (link is to a Facebook post):

Debate is a sport, and some people are very good at it, aand it is not a reliable route to truth or clarity or anything else except who is more ruthless, relentless, has more rhetorical chops, etc. I mean it’s dueling by verbiage and vehemence, and just like dueling with pistols or jousting with lances, all it settlesis better at the sport. (I know there is debate with rules in high schools and colleges, and then there’s the free-for-all versions….)

Was he good at it? He let college students pose questions and then (often, not always; see first comment) trounced them and somehow that was very appealing to a lot of people, which says a lot, but not that he was right or had his facts in line. Someone better than him at the sport–a top-notch courtroom lawyer, a lot of grownups–could have probably destroyed him in a debate not corrupted by interruptions and crowd roars, because he repeated a lot of MAGA nonsense. Adding a link in the comments of him being solidly trounced at Cambridge, thanks to Christopher Knight. Where the Brit is actually using facts and logic and kind of showing what debate should be, and Kirk is flailing.
 

Laurie Penny: “No, I will not debate you.” (Another older piece, but one which speaks directly to my personal distaste for “debate” as it’s mostly framed these days.)

There are some stupid mistakes that only very smart people make, and one of them is the notion that a sensible argument seriously presented can compete with a really good piece of theatre.

Every day, people on the internet ask why I won’t “debate” some self-actualizing gig-economy fascist or other, as if formal, public debate were the only way to steer public conversation. If you won’t debate, the argument goes, you’re an enemy of free speech. You’re basically no better than a Nazi, and certainly far worse than any of the actual Nazis muttering about not being allowed to preach racism from prestigious pulpits. Well-meaning liberals insist that “sunlight is the best disinfectant,” anti-fascists disagree, the far right orders more popcorn, and round and round we go on the haunted carousel of western liberal thought until we’re all queasy.

Tad Stoermer, “The Absolutist Trap: How free speech became anti-Democratic” (paid Substack):

Ezra Klein’s argument that Kirk was “practicing politics in exactly the right way” perfectly embodies this destructive thinking. Klein celebrates Kirk’s willingness to “show up and debate” as if the form of engagement somehow sanctifies whatever gets said, regardless of its content or effects. This is the abandonment of democratic values — or, at the very least, an ignorance of them — in favor of procedural worship. It’s a genuflection at the altar of democracy as ritual.

What’s most striking about Klein’s position—and the broader discourse around Kirk’s assassination—is how it reveals our complete abandonment of the contested tradition that once defined American approaches to speech and power. Contemporary commentators treat absolute free speech as if it’s some foundational American principle, when in fact it represents a radical departure from centuries of ongoing struggle over what speech deserves protection and why.

Nekimi Levy Armstrong, The Minnesota Star Tribune: “The blunt truth about Charlie Kirk’s legacy“.

When the machinery of the state chooses to grieve selectively, it teaches the public whose humanity is recognized and whose is disposable. That hierarchy is not new. It is deeply familiar to those of us who live at the intersections of fate, race, gender and justice.

The rush to sanitize Kirk’s legacy is not an isolated phenomenon. America has a long history of smoothing over the sharp edges of those whose influence was harmful. Confederate generals who fought to preserve slavery were reimagined in textbooks as honorable men defending “states’ rights.” Richard Nixon, forced to resign in disgrace, was later eulogized by political elites as a statesman whose “legacy will endure,” with Watergate reduced to a footnote. Even George Wallace, who once pledged “segregation forever,” was later softened in memory as a “complex” figure rather than a lifelong architect of racial terror.

::  Setting aside Mr. Kirk (and honestly, I plan to never speak of him again, as I assume his memory will fade until no one will think of him any more than anyone really thinks about Rush Limbaugh these days), but the news is still depressing: How the Current Administration is dismantling American cancer research. In the long run, the most damaging thing about the current administration may well be Robert F .Kennedy Jr. and his ongoing jihad against vaccines and health in general.

::  Finally, because this is getting long, a tip of the hat to a voice I’m sorry to see retiring: Olivia Jaimes, the pseudonymous creator of the comic strip Nancy over the last seven years, is stepping down.

Since 2018, “Nancy” has been penned by an enigmatic cartoonist who uses the pseudonym Olivia Jaimes. The reclusive creator modernized the strip, which has been in print since 1922, and its characters: the always sassy, sometimes grouchy Nancy Ritz, her aunt Fritzi, and best friend Sluggo.

But last week, we noticed black-and-white reruns on GoComics running in place of Jaimes’ bright, spare colored panels. These were “Nancy” strips from the Ernie Bushmiller days, who wrote and drew the comic from 1925 until his death in 1982. Wait. Where’s Olivia?

True to her mysterious ways, Jaimes quietly exited the strip and officially announced her retirement.

This makes me sad, though I’m happy to note that Jaimes leaves behind a seven-year-long body of work that is compelling and artistically interesting in the best Nancy way, as well as being often downright funny, which is the whole point, isn’t it? During Jaimes’s run, Nancy introduced a new cast of schoolmates for Nancy, as well as modernized her interests (Nancy was a member of her school’s robotics team!) without ever leaving behind Nancy’s trademark self-centered, but still somehow kind-hearted, nature. (Esther, Nancy’s new-ish best friend, had better make the transition to the new artist!) I also noticed that Jaimes played with the comic strip’s relationship with time: in a daily strip, obviously time passes (you can’t have Blondie and Dagwood just living in the 1940s forever), but you can’t have the characters aging while time passes. Jaimes observed this with great facility, allowing her characters to subtlely change and even mature over time (witness Nancy’s relationship with Mildred, her counterpart at the local magnet school) while no, nobody ever aged in the strip.

Olivia Jaimes’s true identity has thus far not been revealed, and while I am not clamoring for that to happen (unless Jaimes wants it to be so!), I am clamoring for Olivia Jaimes to have many successful future projects that are at least somehow clearly indicated as being Jaimes’s, if they choose to do any. I’d like to follow their work. (I also want a collection of all of Jaimes’s Nancy strips!)

That’s all for now…and my tabs are STILL overflowing, fancy that….

 

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Let’s close out some tabs!

::  To be fair, I didn’t even read this article. It’s by a woman who moved to Pittsburgh for a job, kinda liked the place, but quickly lost her job, didn’t like the place as much then, and moved to Los Angeles. All that’s, well, fine, whatever. No big deal. But what caught me on this one was the article’s insistence that Pittsburgh is in the Midwest.

Uh…no. Nope. Ixnay.

Now, admittedly, Pittsburgh is a kind of outlier, region-wise. It’s far enough west that calling it part of the Northeast doesn’t seem right. It’s not close enough to Lake Erie to be considered a Great Lakes city. Its best regional claim is probably the unfortunately-named “Rust Belt”, meaning, that group of industrial cities not in the Northeast but kinda-sorta around the Great Lakes, which fell on hard times starting in the 1970s when American manufacturing began its serious decline. Pittsburgh may be “Midwest-adjacent”, but it’s not “Midwest”. Harumph!

::  While on the Business Insider site looking at that Pittsburgh article, I saw another article about my least-favorite sartorial item of all: the golf polo. I don’t know what it is about them, but I despise polos in general, and the golfing variety in particular. There’s just something about polos that never looks right. For me, polos always scream out a weird half-stop between formality and casual, and they always end up looking frumpy. I’ve never yet seen a man who really makes a polo shirt look good. What especially annoys me is when I see hetero-couples oot-and-aboot and the woman is well put-together with a nice-looking, well-thought outfit, and the guy’s in crappy khakis and a polo. Ugh! (I’m on record as hating neckties, but that’s a functional dislike: I hate wearing neckties. I don’t question that they look good, though.)

::  Speaking sartorially still, a few years ago when I was starting to seriously add button-up shirts to my wardrobe, I noticed something curious that I never really thought enough about to dig into: on some of the shirts I acquired, the bottom-most button-hole is horizontal rather than vertical. I made a number of mental notes to look this up, but the problem with my mental notebook is that I don’t consult it as much as I should. But I finally did, and learned some stuff! Basically the idea is that particular button is most likely to shift and come undone, so making it horizontal helps prevent that. Amusingly, for me this turns out to be a non-issue since I wear overalls all the time anyway.

::  I saw some link somewhere this morning about one of our Techbro Overlords really wants to start using AI to help “prevent crime”. Sure, right. Meanwhile, in AI land….

::  If you have ever wondered what you might look like at the moment of impact while receiving a pie in the face, but you didn’t want to actually receive a pie in the face, apparently an interactive sculpture exists that will let you see exactly that! I am of mixed mind on this. Fun and whimsical? Absolutely! But if you’re gonna do a thing….

::  It’s interesting to note the way the social media algorithms serve up random stuff based on your “interests”. For photography, this manifests as links to articles on nearly every photographic subject, some of which are useful and some of which…aren’t. One stalwart is camera reviews. I get served up a lot of camera reviews. I’m not currently in the market for a new camera, and when I do get there I’m pretty sure what my front-runner is, but the algorithms keep showing me reviews of cameras I am almost certainly never going to buy. But keep trying, y’all! Meanwhile, this week I got served up an older review of…the very camera I’m using now! I’m glad to learn anew that when I bought Miranda two years ago, I got a nice camera indeed.

::  I saw a post on Reddit recently, on a board called “What is this?”, where you post a picture of something that you don’t recognize and ask, basically, “What is this?” The picture was of a large concrete enclosure, apparently on the grounds of the airport in Glasgow, with several enormous yellow helix-shaped objects inside. Now, as soon as I saw the picture I knew they were water-screws (one of the oldest mechanical methods of moving water up an incline in human history), but I didn’t know why there is a set of giant water-screws at the Glasgow airport. Now I can wonder no more! This is fascinating stuff. I love infrastructure. (The short version is that Glasgow’s airport actually has a stream running through it, so the water-screws are there as part of the airport’s flood mitigation mechanism.)

::  Finally (for today…I have a number of other tabs still open to essays that I still need to read before I link them), I thought it would be funny to open a post about clearing out tabs with a picture of a can of Tab, the diet cola from the 70s that my parents insisted on keeping around even though it mainly tasted of Coke where they forgot to put the sweetener in it and also submerged a penny, so it was maximally metallic and unpleasant tasting. I know, some people think Tab was the best thing evah, but I hated it and I have naught but bad memories of it. It was one of the weird instances in my child life where I’d ask for a thing I loved (a bottle of pop) and they’d hand me a version of it that I hated (a bottle of Tab). At the time this included things like mushrooms and tomato slices on pizza. (Mushrooms I’m on board with, but I’m still not a fan of tomato slices on pizza, and I love tomatoes.)

Anyway, I was looking for the photo of a can of Tab that now graces the top of this post (via!), and I came across this stunning image: 

 

Until just this morning I never thought Tab was anything other than a diet cola. Now I see there was an entire line-up of Tab flavors? Orange Tab? Tab Root Beer? Tab Ginger Ale? The mind reels! Here’s the source for that image. I’m fine leaving Tab to history, but I’m amazed that it was this much of a thing.

OK, that’s enough for now!

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::  I tossed out a random thought, and Roger took that thought and ran with it!

::  I don’t know what it is, but I am always fascinated by people who try to befriend the wildlife, to disastrous results.

::  One of two articles on NYC Mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani: The attacks on Zohran Mamdani show that we need a new understanding of antisemitism, and Debunking all the BS about Zohran Mamdani

::  Buffalo’s One Billion Dollar Cautionary Tale for Baltimore’s Highway to Nowhere. This has been a very frustrating story to watch unfold. Buffalo’s Kensington Expressway, NY33, is a four-lane expressway that connects downtown to the airport, several miles away. But to build it, they pretty much completely destroyed a wide and beautiful parkway that just happened to pass through a predominantly Black neighborhood. The resulting speeding traffic has made the area one of the least healthy sections of the city. Several years ago the NYS DOT came up with a plan: to restore the old wide boulevard not by filling in the expressway and getting rid of it–something done in a number of cities successfully, including Rochester–but by putting a literal roof on the expressway, turning it into a tunnel. The whole thing was absurd.

::  I might have linked this before, but the tab is still open, so here it is: the sad fate of the Ontario Science Centre, a once glorious museum that fell on hard times and then got pretty well screwed by the Ontario government, which from my point of view, sucks.

::  Finally, a depressing read, but a necessary one: The US Constitution has failed. I tend to think along the same lines, though I do question the framing. America’s precarious position is because American citizens, through action or inaction, have largely chosen to put Americans there. The Constitution is not some mechanism that operates independently of the citizenry, and I truly believe things don’t start getting better until Americans realize and recognize their role in the fact that things are as bad as they are.

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Open-source C+ (or something like that)

And just where the hell have I been? Well, right here, with all the usual nonsense going on: busy at work, lots of stuff going on at home, and the usual existential stuff about whether or not I’m still a writer or if I’m morphing into a video person. I’ve been making content fairly regularly for Tiktok, and I’ve been sharing that content kind-of reliably to Instagram, but I need to get better about cross-posting it to YouTube.

What about this space?

It isn’t going anywhere. I’m just trying to figure out how to integrate all of this. ‘Tis not easy, Cap’n!

But here’s another thing that’s been occupying my attention the last few days. I swear, when it comes to serving up content I’d never have thought to seek out but I then find unimaginably amazing, YouTube is far and away the best of the major social media platforms. It’s mainly because of a YouTube suggestion that I decided to give in to possible temptation and give photography a go, after all. Last weekend I was up early with Hobbes (we seem to have settled on a weekend cadence where I get up first on Saturdays so The Wife can sleep in, when Hobbes starts whining to pee, which is usually around 6:30am or so), and after walking him I made coffee and sat down to watch a video or two while I woke up. And along with my subscription channels I saw something new: a guy who was trekking the entire length of the River Thames in Great Britain. “From source to sea”, he says, many times. (Hence the bad pun headlining this post.)

Well, OK, that’s interesting enough…only…this fellow was doing it in the water. And not just on it, in a boat. For the first several miles the Thames is barely a trickle that meanders through fields and forests. Light splashing becomes wading, which becomes swimming, and then finally boating as he takes to his kayak for the remainder of the journey. All of this unfolds over a series of fairly engrossing videos, and here’s where they start. I haven’t even finished watching this series yet–as I write this, our hero, one Ed Pratt–is just entering the Greater London area. Set aside some time and watch this!

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Tabs! Get ’em while they’re open!

Time to clear out some tabbage:

::  Two morons were convicted in Great Britain of cutting down the Sycamore Gap tree. Good.

::  Conductor Michael Tilson Thomas, 80 years old and battling cancer, has called it a career. Tilson Thomas was once music director of the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra, from 1971 to 1979.

The BPO has been so stable over the years that with Tilson Thomas’s retirement, only three former BPO music directors remain active on the podium: Semyon Bychkov (1985-1989), Maximiano Valdes (1989-1998), and the incumbent, JoAnn Falletta (1999-present).

::  Yes I’m a half-Palestinian lesbian, but I dream of being a Republican Congresswoman. Here is my six-point plan.

(Yes, this one is written with a wink.)

::  Abbott Elementary keeps the laughs but loses the stakes.

The biggest shake-up that happened over these twenty-two episodes was Ava Coleman’s (Janelle James) firing in the wake of the district uncovering the bribery, especially since Ava’s capability as a principal has been thoughtfully advanced over the show’s run. It truly felt like a loss. Unfortunately, it was one whose impact was cut short as she was rehired a mere three episodes later. So much potential could have been had, seeing what happens when a series regular, especially one as seemingly callous as Ava, is deprived of the school that operates as the heart of the series. It winds up being a mere blip instead, a momentary inconvenience undone within a couple of weeks. Abbott doesn’t traffic in hard drama, nor is it supposed to, but pulling its punches doesn’t do anyone any favors.

I agree with this article. I love Abbott Elementary, but not only did much of its fourth season feel like it was treading water, I think the last few episodes actually harmed it. Ava’s development over the show’s four seasons has been amazing–in a lot of ways, her character hasn’t changed so much as been revealed. For all her brash materialism, there have been many moments revealing her wiser self, which is what made her firing late in S4 such a shock. When she finally admitted that she wanted to come back to the school, the show had also shown Gregory growing into his sudden new role as principal. I really thought the obvious thing was to keep Gregory in that role and allow Ava to return as a teacher. That would have shaken up the dynamic considerably, and it would have added a new wrinkle to the Gregory-Janine relationship. Alas, the show let Ava twist in the wind for all of two or three episodes, and then executed a reversal of fortune that was frankly not believable. I really think the show limped to the end of its season, and it’s the kind of thing that makes me wonder if the show has entered its decline. We’ll see.

::  30 years ago, Timothy Zahn resurrected Star Wars.

This article is a few years old already, but the point still stands: Star Wars was pretty much dead in the water until author Timothy Zahn wrote a novel set five years after the events of Return of the Jedi. I remember seeing that book on a stand in a Walden Books and buying it on the spot, feeling a rush of confusion and excitement. Was Star Wars back? Was this a precursor to more films? What was going on? I tore into the book, which was very well written…and a lot of history followed.

::  “Only I get to tell you what to do”: Republican messaging deconstructed.

You’ve watched the Republican Party champion the idea of “freedom” while you have also watched the same party openly assault various freedoms, like the freedom to vote, freedom to choose, freedom to marry who you want and so on.

If this has been a source of confusion, then your assessments of what Republicans mean by “freedom” were likely too generous. Here’s what they mean:
1. The freedom to tell people what to do.
2. Freedom from being told what to do.

When Republicans talk about valuing “freedom”, they’re speaking of it in the sense that only people like them should ultimately possess it.

This is a useful article that pretty much sums up the genuine nuts-and-bolts of Republican thinking.

::  Finally, some baseball commentary! It’s fun being a Pirates fan, innit? Here’s an article whose headline could have been accurate at nearly any point over the last twenty years, except for three seasons: Bob Nutting has ruined the Pirates and broken plenty of hearts along the way.

I’ve followed sports for a long time, and “bad owners” are nothing new. There are plenty of bad owners: owners who are cheap, or who want control to the point that their micromanaging screws things up, or who think that they have special knowledge about how to build a team so they keep making decisions and somehow the team never gets better (see “Jones, Jerry”). But I think I can honestly say that every bad owner I’ve ever seen has at least wanted to win and just couldn’t because they sucked at it.

Bob Nutting, however? He’s the first owner I’ve ever seen who seems genuinely unmotivated by winning and completely unfazed by losing. It’s amazing, it really is, and the only chance the Pirates have of ever being good while he’s in charge is for them to field their typical team full of young prospects on their first contracts, and have them all just happen to enjoy career years at the same time.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Harumph.

 

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It’s Tab-alicious!

Yup, it’s that time again: “Wow, I have tabs open that I don’t even remember opening or why I opened them or what point I might have made when I decided to keep them open!”

So, here are some things I’ve had open of late. (Or some stuff I did not have open but still remembered I want to link it, you know how it is. Or maybe you don’t know how it is. I dunno, I just blog here.)

::  Athena Scalzi likes stuff:

I have the issue of holding objects so near and dear to my heart that it hurts. And it’s not just things like a grandmother’s necklace, one passed down and made of precious gemstones. It’s not a lighter from a beloved great uncle that his grandpa used in the trenches of World War I. And its not the dried flowers from a loved one’s funeral. It is the dishware at my house.

A simple set of black dinner plates, with matching smaller plates and two different types of bowls. My parents have had these dishes since before I was born, and they are the dishes that I ate basically every single meal of my life off of. To this day, they are used on a daily basis. They are scratched, some are chipped, but it matters not. They serve their function and need not be replaced.

You know what? I like stuff too. And I know it’s going to make cleaning out my house a bit of a chore when I shuffle off this mortal coil, but dammit, I like stuff. I have started accumulating less stuff, but I am by no means immune to the siren song of stuff.

I suppose this is a big reason I love going to the antique mall and buying things there: I always wonder what life this tchotchke or that knick-knack had before, who owned it and who liked it enough to have it around for years. I like the idea of “rehoming” stuff…especially old books. The books I really love are the ones still signed by their original owners, or inscribed as gifts. Does that harm their “value” as “rare” books or whatever? Maybe. But for me, there’s an appeal in knowing that book has left one library for another.

::  Conspiracists are about to get a dose of reality.

This may be paywalled for you. In my experience, though, for many conspiracy-mongers, there is no dose of reality sufficiently large to get them to abandon their preferred conspiracies. Sigh.

::  No one knows how this will end (but I do not think it will end well for them).

If the right was producing wonderful culture that audiences were eager to consume they’d be consuming it already, and force-feeding it at a high-status institution seems likely to backfire. I’m sure that many Republicans in the D.C. area will show up for, say, the Ted Nugent rendition of Swan Lake or Kid Rock conducting Richard Strauss, but you can’t force a broader audience to like what you offer there. There is no right-wing equivalent to the success of Bruce Springsteen and Beyonce; the plots of Shakespeare plays are unflattering to would-be dictators; and a whole lot of this country’s great artists are BIPOC, are female, are queer, are progressive, are all of the above, and nothing can change that. 

These isolationists confuse coercion with power and cooperation with weakness, when in truth it is more or less the other way around. Coercion and violence are what you resort to when you have failed at convincing and allying and negotiating. Meanwhile our power lies in cooperation and connection, those of us who are still striving toward a more perfect union. We now must do it by opposing and obstructing the attempt to shatter and corrupt that union. We have power, and our power arises when we connect, when we join organizations like Indivisible (whose very name proclaims this truth),  when we come together as civil society, when we act together to protect the vulnerable, to defend what we love.

Lord, I hope so. But they are going to do a lot of damage before they’re done, and I have total conviction that a lot of their damage will be permanent. There’s no going back from where we are; we’ll have to build a better world from the ground up. Do we have that in us?

::  The Authoritarian Regime Survival Guide.

On the other hand….

::  Finally, on a less serious note, I’ve just discovered videos where people set up their dashcam and record driving an entire route. Here is US 219 from Ellicottville to Buffalo!

 

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It’s Tab-berific!

In another quasi-regular attempt to get my browser’s open tabs under control, here’s some stuff!

::  Amplifying: A short film described as “A love letter to Buffalo” is looking for support. The crowdfunding project for this has ended, but I’m excited by the project and hope to support it in other ways.

::  How will 2025 turn out? The life of Jimmy Carter offers unexpected clues.

::  Al-Jazeera looks into climate change and the California wildfires.

::  Trad-wives, Incels, and Cat Ladies: The Year MAGA Broke Heterosexuality

::  No recall how I found this collection of “Best albums of 2024” stuff, but here it is. Some possible items of interest here, if you’re looking for new music!

::  If you like spicing up your coffee, here’s a nifty spice blend to try.

::  If you watched action movies in the 1980s, you saw Al Leong in something. Here’s an interview with him.

::  The Eco-Legacy Complex: On Ancient Monuments and Modern Malaise

::  Finally, be aware: this is a deeply disturbing and detailed article about the allegations against author Neil Gaiman. Read at your own risk, and be prepared to need at least one shower after you read it. Still, it’s important. (It may be paywalled…it wasn’t when I read it, I’m not sure if that was a gift link or something else.)

All for now…let’s go open more tabs!

 

 

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A few tabs to close….

Here’s some stuff that’s been languishing in open tabs on my browser:

::  Matt Zoller Seitz on Clint Eastwood’s current movie, both as a movie and as a data point in how movies are exhibited and marketed these days. The movie biz has always been a cynical one run by people who would steal the coins from a dead man’s eyes, but sheesh. Read the article for more. (The article has spoilers for the actual movie, but they’re forewarned and they come pretty late in the piece.)

::  There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of buzz in the fact that Americans are currently slated to launch a crewed mission to the Moon in less than two years, does there? But Swapna Krishna has thoughts on the likelihood of that mission launching as scheduled. Spoiler: she is not optimistic. (I highly recommend Ms. Krishna as a source for space science news. She’s excellent.)

::  I remember years ago when my mother had me read Roald Dahl’s Danny, the Champion of the World (still a favorite of mine), and one detail in that story (set in rural England sometime in the mid-20th century) that always stuck with me was when Danny and his father eat a couple of apples. The apple they eat is called a “Cox’s Orange Pippin”, which is apparently a very special variety of apple indeed. (To this day I’ve never had one.) See, at the time, the whole idea of special varieties of apples was alien to me: you had Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, and Granny Smith. That was it. Nowadays, the apple is an astonishing source of variety and joy. Here’s why.

::  Sometimes I have a tab open so long that I can’t remember why on Earth I had it open in the first place. Here’s one such thing: 11 places that have the same name in Britain and America. I assume this topic came up on one of the social media sites, but damned if I can remember the context.

:: Here’s a video. I’ve written on the subject of roundabouts before, but this video goes a bit into why Americans have been so slow to adopt what is clearly and objectively a superior way of managing traffic at intersections. I’ve come to rather cynically view roundabouts, train travel, gun control, and universal healthcare as my main Exhibits for the Prosecution when making my case that Americans are stubbornly resistant to obviously good ideas that clearly work better than what we’re doing.

 

::  I hate to close with a bitter pill about this past election, but here we are. Roxane Gay writes in the New York Times (I think this piece is unlocked, but it might be paywalled now, I’m not really sure how that works) about what the odious results of this election say about us. Spoiler: it’s nothing good.

Mr. Trump’s voters are granted a level of care and coddling that defies credulity and that is afforded to no other voting bloc. Many of them believe the most ludicrous things: babies being aborted after birth and children going to school as one gender and returning home surgically altered as another gender even though these things simply do not happen. Time and again, we hear the wild lies these voters believe and we act as if they are sharing the same reality as ours, as if they are making informed decisions about legitimate issues. We act as if they get to dictate the terms of political engagement on a foundation of fevered mendacity.

We must refuse to participate in a mass delusion. We must refuse to accept that the ignorance on display is a congenital condition rather than a choice. All of us should refuse to pretend that any of this is normal and that these voters are just woefully misunderstood and that if only the Democrats addressed their economic anxiety, they might vote differently. While they are numerous, that does not make them right.

I have nothing to add to this, other than to note my view that this election represents a collective failure of citizenship in this country. My thoughts are now increasingly tilted toward the possibility that America has entered her inevitable and irreversible decline.

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GOOD LORD, WHAT IS IT WITH ALL THE TABS!!!

Yup, here we go again. Time to get some tabs closed.

::  This is an older article, so I don’t know if the phenomenon described here has continued, but…as you know, our dear dog Carla is considered a “pittie”, though breed-wise she’s not an American Pit Bull Terrier but rather an American Staffordshire Terrier (plus some other stuff in there…we had her genetics done some years ago, mainly out of curiosity). There are a number of outlets on Facebook for pittie appreciation, as you might expect…but many of these also draw attacks from trolls who insist that the entire pittie “breed” is deeply dangerous. It’s very annoying…but one night when I was looking for some actual research I turned this up. Ontario banned pitties years ago, and the effect in Toronto was that the pittie population dropped to almost nothing.

And yet, dog bites went up.

Hmmmmm.

::  An AI-developer convention called “Dreamforce” booked comedian John Mulaney to perform at its closing ceremonies. It did not go well for them.

“You look like a group who looked at the self-checkout counters at CVS and thought, ‘This is the future,’” Mulaney said.

“If AI is truly smarter than us and tells us that [humans] should die, then I think we should die,” he said, looking out to the crowd from center stage. “So many of you feel imminently replaceable.”

Ouch!

::  Some swimmer tied for fifth at a swim meet, which is something that happens all the time, right? And given that, you’d expect that swimmer to never become anyone of note in any capacity that relates to swimming. Ahhhh, but wait! The swimmer tied for fifth with a transgender athlete, and therein a young woman named Riley Gaines saw an opening for her real career goal: to become the next big name in the Ann Coulter-Tomi Lahren “blonde MAGA doll” pipeline. Right-wing heroes even have nauseating origin stories.

::  How shitty is Jill Stein? This shitty. The woman is completely useless, and if you’re thinking of voting for her “just to keep the Green Party relevant” or some such crap, you’re falling for a bill of goods. Just ask yourself: What has Jill Stein done, ever, to help the Green Party, other than emerging from her coffin every four years?

::  How shitty is the guy who came up with Project 2025? Even shittier than Jill Stein. No, I’m not typing the words out. I’m just going to note that so many of these people are human filth.

::  Justice for Alex Forrest.

OK, after a couple of angry links, time for some positivity again. This article takes a sympathetic look at one of the most notable film antagonists of the 1980s, Alex Forrest (Glenn Close) of Fatal Attraction.

As she is framed by Lyne [Adrian Lyne, the film’s director] and as she is seen by Dan [the Michael Douglas character], Alex is the film’s villain. She functions in the film as a femme fatale—with her audacious autonomy, self-assuredness, and heavily-kohled eyes, Alex is the dictionary definition of the archetype—a function that gives her a sinister sheen. She is a dangerous specter that haunts, a hangover that refuses to take a hint. As a product of the ’80s—an era with strict, almost post-WWII-like gender roles delineated by the Reagan administration as a backlash to feminism’s gains, and re-articulated by Hollywood, which was incentivized, Faludi notes, to leave the status quo unchallenged because it received much of its financial backing from the rich, who Reagan favored with his policies—Alex, a single woman with her own income and a clear understanding of her desires, is cast as a threat to the married man’s way of being, to patriarchal ideals, and therefore needs to be punished. Lyne held the Reaganite understanding of gender: he thought single women in the publishing world were “sad” and “lacked a soul,” while his own wife, a woman who “has never worked,” quotes Faludi, has no ambition nor an interest in a career, simply lives with him, and so is “a terrific wife. […] I come home and she’s there.” Just like Dan’s wife Beth. Accordingly, by its end, the film brutally snuffs Alex out. 

But as she is portrayed by Close, Alex is also the film’s victim. Just as Lyne didn’t hear about how women, for the most part, remained silent during screenings, many don’t hear Alex’s words throughout the film. Time and again, she articulates exactly what it is she wants; time and again, she asserts her humanity, but it is ignored by Dan, silenced by the film itself. When considered with the respect that she demands, it’s fairly easy to see that Alex is not so evil, her desires and wants are not so terrible. She is not a calculating and machinating monster existing solely to ruin a man’s life. She is a woman who is aching and vulnerable and scared, quick to fall in love, but most importantly, she is a woman who refuses to be used by a man, used and discarded as though she were an object. 

::  Contact: Looking Outward from our Pale Blue Dot

A lovely article looking back at Contact, the film of Carl Sagan’s novel. I admire the film a great deal, though certain aspects of it always hold me back a little (I’ve written about this before), but it is a thoughtful science fiction film that poses interesting questions and considers real issues.

Carl Sagan died before the film was finished. He worked on it right up until his death, but he never got to see it. So he never had the chance to say what he thought about it, nor about how the movie’s ending differs from the book’s—the bit about the 18 hours of recorded static is an addition that implies less ambiguity about Arroway’s experience. I think that addition was the right choice for the movie, as it provides us with a satisfying little ah! moment, the sort of conclusion that implies forward momentum rather than a big question mark.

As I was watching, I kept thinking about one aspect of the story that’s somewhat rare in science fiction cinema, although it’s more common in sci fi books and television. Sci fi movies in particular tend to be rather skeptical of science and technology, and cynical about what humanity will inevitably do with the things we invent and discover. That wariness is present in Contact, but it’s not the driving force behind the story. The premise is not built on the assumption that humanity can’t handle future discoveries or advancements, even one so astonishing as first contact with an alien civilization.

::  Finally, here’s a piece on Point Nemo, the remotest location on planet Earth

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