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Make sure people know: DONALD TRUMP says airports will stay fucked until Democrats agree to vote for the Women’s Disenfranchisement (“save”) Act.

Everybody who complains about airports, everyone who complaints about gas prices, anyone who complains about anything: Donald Trump HIMSELF will not let it get fixed UNTIL 21 MILLION WOMEN are disenfranchised through his mass disenfranchisement act.

2 screencaps. On left, Hannah Brandt on X, 4:51pm 22 March:BREAKING: In a phone call just minutes ago President Trump told me Democrats want to make a deal on DHS funding but he doesn't "think any deal should be made on this until they approve save America."First I asked him how long he's prepared to have ice agents help out at airportsHe told me, "For as long as it takes."Then I asked "Some lawmakers are saying they should just fund TSA while they negotiate on DHS. What do you think about that?"President Trump said "Now that I did this the Democrats want to make a deal. And I don't think any deal should be made on this until they approve SAVE America."On right:Shitstain on Shithole Social, Sunday 22 March:I don't think we should make any deal with the Crazy, Country Destroying, Radical Left Democrats unless, and until, they Vote with Republicans to pass "THE SAVE AMERICA ACT." It is far more important than anything else we are doing in the Senate, and that includes giving these same terrible people, the Dems (who are to blame for this mess!), a Five Billion Dollar cut in ICE funding, a deal which, even when disguised as something else, is unacceptable to me and the American people - UNLESS it includes their approval of Voter I.D., (with picture!), Citizenship to Vote, No Mail-In Voting (with exceptions), All Paper Ballots, [anti-trans hate propaganda], and [anti-trans hate propoganda]. Put it all together, and also, let Leader Thune clearly identify those few "Republicans" that are Voting against AMERICA. They will never be elected again! In other words, lump everything together as one, and VOTE!!! Kill the Filibuster, and stay in D.C. for Easter, if necessary. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! President DJT

I don’t give a fuck if Fox says it’s not like that, it fucking well is. “RealID” doesn’t count. Name change documents don’t count. Marriage certificates don’t count. Changed your name when you got married? Well, if you didn’t also change your birth certificate or spend a couple of hundred dollars and many hours to get a passport, NO VOTING FOR YOU, BITCH.

Which is exactly how they want it. Way too much of “centrist” media is reporting this as a general effect, but it’s not. It’s targeting women (and trans people) and that’s how they want it, because they don’t want women to vote at all, and they’ve said so a lot since 2020. In the open. In words.

So they need to strap in and hold steady, because we absolutely cannot let that happen.

Donald Trump and the entire Republican Party want only elections if they are guaranteed to win.

Anybody whinges about airports, anybody complaints about gas, remind them: that’s what Donald Trump wants, because he wants to say in power forever.

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Short, Sweet, Advice, Part 2

Mar. 23rd, 2026 04:00 pm
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Posted by Not Always Right

Read Short, Sweet, Advice, Part 2

One exhibitor sold AutoCAD systems and also offered training. It is fairly easy to learn the basics of a CADD program, but the real benefit comes with learning what can be done with the more complicated features of the program.
Customer: "What if I pay for my employees to get the training and they leave?"

Read Short, Sweet, Advice, Part 2

Rather behindhand notice

Mar. 23rd, 2026 03:42 pm
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Wish to inform those that are interested in Clorinda Cathcart's Circle that Volume 25, Choices: Taking Decisions will appear this coming Friday, 27th March:

A Parliamentary election causes considerable upheaval to the summer plans of Society in general, and of Clorinda and her circle. But besides any choices concerning the government of the nation, several of them find that they have to make decisions touching on more personal matters.

The delay in making this announcement has been caused, in part, by problems with the Google Books version: but it is hoped that these will be resolved in a timely manner.

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For Poetry Monday:

Suicide’s Note, Langston Hughes

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.


---L.

Subject quote from Sailing, Christopher Cross.

ambsace

Mar. 23rd, 2026 07:36 am
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ambsace (AYMZ-ays, AMZ-ays) - n., the lowest throw of a pair of dice, two aces; something worthless or unlucky; bad luck, misfortune.


Snake-eyes -- which in most dice games is a bad throw. We've had the word since Middle English ambes as, from Anglo-French, from Old French, from ambes, both (from Latin ambo, both) + as, aces (from Latin as in the sense of unit, originally a lowest value coin).

---L.
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Annie Springthorpe was born on the 26th of January 1867, married on the 26th of January 1887 and then died on the 26th of January 1897. So records the monumental Springthorpe memorial at Kew Cemetery, erected by Annie's grieving husband following her death ten years into their short-lived marriage.

Dr. John Springthorpe was professionally accomplished and utterly devoted to his young wife before her passing. The couple lived on the so-called 'Paris End' of Collins Street, a fashionable area still in the 19th Century. When the birth of their fourth child took Annie away from him, the doctor was so wracked with grief that he sent the children to live with relatives.

He poured his feelings into writing and created a precursor to this memorial in the home they had lived in together. He filled it with paintings and mementos of their love, even going so far as to leave the blood on the bedsheet, where she had lost too much of it.

The Springthorpe Memorial was the apotheosis of this impulse, and took ten years to complete. It is a sprawling and hauntingly beautiful grave that reflects the immense love that inspired it. Annie is rendered in marble lying on a sarcophagus with disconsolate angels weeping over her body. Her birth, marriage and death are all recorded (the date just happens to be Invasion Day aka Australia Day) as well as passages from the Romantic poets testifying to how much she was loved.

The monument has a miniature wall ringing it with quaint gates, reflecting the Gothic / Greek Revival style. Most dramatically, there is a canopy of stained glass that on sunny days casts the entire thing in blood red light.

The last time

Mar. 23rd, 2026 12:32 pm
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The last time I heard my father speak was when he called me from his hospital bed, using a 'landline' style GSM phone that I brought him because it was easy for him to handle (large buttons). He called me when I had just visited him, and was waiting on the platform to catch a train home. He asked me if I had made it to the railway station in time, and was happy to hear that I had.

So his last message to me was one coming from loving concern, and an opportunity he saw to do a caring, parenty thing, when for half a year our roles were mostly reversed (I had been doing things like helping him eat and brushing his teeth).

I like to think back of that conversation, now three years ago. It sounded so thoroughly and delightfully normal when we had it.

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Mar. 23rd, 2026 12:25 pm
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It was a full week last week.

James had to take the rest of his annual leave or lose it, so only worked two days last week. And will only work two this week and then one next week, so score for him.

Which meant we got to get a lot done. One day we finally renewed our Beamish annual ticket and had our first visit there this year. We walked half the site, and had a really nice day in the spring sunshine. James did a post to his TikTok account if you want to see some of the site, that's here.

That same day we also picked up one of Re.F.Use's waste not fruit and vegetable boxes, and came home with a big crate of fresh food. I was the first person picking -- they leave the crates in a covered area, and you just pull up and pick up the one you want, so I went for the one that had a punnet of blueberries on top. Of course there were the usual lemons and grapefruit I never know what to do with, but mostly it was an excellent selection. The extra this time was each crate had a bunch of tulips on top and very pretty they were too.

Another day we went to the cinema to see Mother's Pride, and I enjoyed it lots.

On the not so enjoyable side, I came down with a horrible head cold, and started to declutter the garage which was a dirty and challenging job. But, a load of stuff went to the tip yesterday so we've made a start.

Saturday was another craft fair, and we actually made more than we spent this time, so things are going in the right direction. But, I must admit, after four Saturdays in a row, I'm glad we're having a break from craft fairs this weekend coming.

Rosie was also back, so I went to two classes. The weekend before Monday's class she sent a group message asking people not to ask her why she'd been off as it was complicated. Which, fair enough, I would have hoped no one would ask anyway, but she obviously needed that extra reassurance. Class went well, a bit awkward at times as she seemed a bit reluctant to chat as much as she used to. No doubt worried what people would say, but it was only a small group of people who've been with her for a very long time, so by the end things seemed back to normal.

Wednesday was the talk/exercise class plus we had a one to one after class, so I'll cut as I'm going to talk about weight stuff. behind here )

Class should have been this morning but wasn't on, though Rosie did stress this was a planned thing and everything will be back to normal from Wednesday. So I've been to the gym first thing, along with half the population of my town it seemed.
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Saturday was an excellent first day of spring. I went to listen to the Boston Bach Birthday celebration at the First Lutheran Church. They had all-day performances, mostly on the organ, and a German lunch with bratwurst and sauerkraut. The lunch was a rare opportunity; there are no German restaurants in the area. The music included two recently discovered chaconnes by Bach, maybe their first public performance in Boston. It also included group singing of some old hymns, including one from Luther’s German Mass, which is 500 years old this year. They got this atheist singing hymns in a Lutheran church. 😇

It was sunny and about 50 degrees outside. After lunch I walked through the Public Garden and Boston Common. Near Park Street Station I saw a small group protesting the US oil blockade of Cuba. A guy (let’s call him Mr. Shouter) started yelling at them. I and another man I don’t know (Mr. Talker) went over to talk to him; my aim was just to distract him from a potentially nasty confrontation. In the few minutes we were there, I got some impressions of how that kind of mind works.

Cuba Blockade Protest, March 21, 2026, Boston CommonMr. Shouter was yelling that Cuba has a Communist government. True enough. He also yelled that dissent was impossible in Cuba because anyone who criticized the government would be shot and sent to a concentration camp. It wasn’t clear in which order. Granted, dissent in Cuba is dangerous, even if he exaggerated. I tried to tell him that a large part of that was true, but the best way to weaken Cuba’s rulers was open trade. Cuba hasn’t been a threat to the US at least since the Soviet Union collapsed. He didn’t reply to me or give me much notice; he was more interested in what Mr. Talker said. Talker told him that he had visited Cuba and that it was impossible to stop Cubans from speaking out. Shouter called him a Communist and a liar. Talker didn’t lose his temper. After a little while, I said quietly to Shouter, “If you’d stop yelling long enough to hear what others say, you might learn something,” and went down into the subway station.

We’ve all seen people like Shouter, who always yell and never listen. They’re a cliché of TV and movies, often drawing the protagonist into an unwanted fight. It isn’t other people they’re trying to keep from hearing disagreement. It’s themselves. They’re convinced the world is a certain way, but they know their certainty is built on shaky ground. If they stopped screaming, they might have to think about what they heard. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Cuba lacks freedom of speech, and maybe Talker thought they have more than they do. But Shouter saw its government as incredibly efficient in finding and stamping out every dissenting voice, like Orwell’s Big Brother. He was desperate to banish any possibility that open dissent exists in Cuba. Havana has seen several protests recently, at considerable risk to the participants, but he needs to believe that doesn’t happen.

Weird as it is, some people get satisfaction from believing their foes are all-powerful. Maybe it’s that the greater the enemy is, the greater the victory will be. It’s a literally apocalyptic way of thinking, straight out of the Book of Revelation.

Hopefully Talker and I helped to avoid a nasty scene. I didn’t see anything about the Cuba protesters in the news, which likely means nothing newsworthy happened.

Travel advisory

A special note for today: Trump is deploying ICE to airports. If you have a scheduled flight that isn’t strictly necessary, seriously consider cancelling. Somalis will be targeted; if you have any connection to Somalia, cancel the flight unless it’s a matter of life or death. If you must fly, don’t make an idiot of yourself. Find a way to get where you’re going without exposing yourself to more risk than necessary.

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Via Alaska SeaLife Center, which writes:

Look closely. Can you see the differences between the pup coat and adult coat of a northern sea otter?

Sea otters have a different coat for the first three months of their life, with a longer loft and longer guard hairs than an adult coat. The pup coat keeps pups afloat on top of the water, just like a lifejacket.

Our rehab team has described it like “a cotton ball in water.”

Here’s a close-up look at Un’a’s coat when she was first admitted at about 2 months old, and at her coat again 6 weeks later after she molted. Notice the reduction of the lighter colored guard hairs.

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Mar. 23rd, 2026 09:24 am
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Morning medical annoyance

Mar. 23rd, 2026 09:00 am
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It always surprises me that Boots isn't open until 9am. You would have thought that there'd be enough people wanting to pick up painkillers or similar on the way in to work.

three concerts

Mar. 22nd, 2026 10:18 pm
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Wednesday, Stanford Music Dept.
The quarterly showcase of matching the students up in chamber music groups. There were a lot of pianists this term, so the concert was full of four-hand and two-piano works by Barber and Rachmaninoff. But the first one, by Mozart, turned out to be scored for two pianos and a cell phone alarm. The scherzo from Ravel's string quartet and the slow movement from Dvořák's Op. 87 piano quartet lacked oomph, but the students get credit for trying.

Saturday, California Symphony
The common thread of the three composers on m.d. Donato Cabrera's program at Lesher in Walnut Creek is that they all came from countries being oppressed by the Russians at the time. Two were contemporary "holy minimalists": Valentin Silvestrov (Ukraine) for Stille Musik, a piece for small string orchestra, beautiful harmonies but disconcertingly off-kilter; and Arvo Pärt (Estonia) for Tabula Rasa, half an hour of two violins playing overlapping hypnotic rocking figures while the string orchestra murmurs behind them. The third was Jean Sibelius (Finland) for his Second Symphony, played as if it were the anthem for Finnish independence it was sometimes taken for. That meant with all the stops out. Even the first movement sounded as grand as the finale, and the finale went totally overboard, the sort of thing that made Virgil Thomson hate Sibelius.
Recent Cal Sym concerts have been pretty full, so it was notable that this one was more sparsely attended. The Sibelius is a crowd-pleaser, so it must have been Silvestrov and Pärt who scared the hordes away.

Sunday, Marea Ensemble
Ensemble consisting of a string quartet (four women) and a soprano (Lori Schulman), presented by the Santa Cruz Chamber Players at their usual church in the hills behind Aptos. What attracted me to this one was the theme of "a journey from despair to hope" bookended by Shostakovich's Eighth Quartet, probably the most suicidal piece in the repertoire, and the "Heiliger Dankgesang" from Beethoven's Op. 132 quartet, probably the most luminous piece in the repertoire.
In the event, the Shostakovich was solemn and deliberate, avoiding slashing vehemence, which more matched it with the equally solemn and quite graceful Beethoven than contrasted with it.
The four pieces in between were all by contemporary American composers, three of them vocal. My favorite was "And So" from Caroline Shaw's song cycle Is a Rose, for its imaginative, varied and sweet accompaniment, but then Shaw is one of my favorite living composers. A cycle by Eliza Brown employed varying styles depending on the nature of the poems, but favored shimmering chords of light dissonance. Source Code by Jessie Montgomery, the instrumental piece, consisted of fragments taken from or evoking spirituals embedded in a soup of dissonance.
Local composer Chris Pratorius Gómez, who shows up on SCCP programs a lot, set "Sonder," a purpose-written poem by local writer Kristen Nelson about shared humanity under crisis. I like patterned poetry, and this was made even more effective by the composer's choice to give some of the lines to the instrumentalists to be spoken, like this:
Singer: Here hawks still circle and screech
Quartet: For now
Singer: Here owls still hoot at night
Quartet: For now
Afterwards I was able to speak to Nelson and compliment her on the poem. A long series of patterned triplets addressed "to a photo of the kids I love / their guts intact in their bellies" included
May they never fear the sky
May they never fear the sea
May they never fear the cops
A rear gut-kicker, that one, I told her, and she said, "Oh good, you got it."

symbiosis

Mar. 23rd, 2026 12:01 am
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noun: A close, often mutually beneficial relationship between different species, groups, or people.

Dept. of Memes

Mar. 22nd, 2026 09:49 pm
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Music Meme, Day 24

A song that gets stuck in your head: 

This one is ever-changing for me, as I imagine it is for other people. A song that you wake up with in your head one day, one that lilts or churns or waltzes through your head throughout that day may give way the next morning to something completely different, but equally mesmerizing. As someone who wakes up and goes to sleep with music, I think that's a wonderful thing. 

There are dangers. If you're unlucky enough to get some song or other piece of music that you can't stand it could drive you spare. Bob told me once that he had that happen to him when he was much younger. He wasn't able to get it out of his head for days. I was about to say that I wouldn't wish that on an enemy, but actually, that would be an exquisitely nasty thing for a nasty enough enemy. 

But in general, if you're like me, the songs that get stuck in your head are pieces where the music, or the words, or some combination of both are positive things. 

So here are two songs that almost always remain in my mind long after their notes have faded. 

I love music and words that combine to become aurally hypnotic. REM's "Maps and Legends" does that for me. "Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood." The descant that Mike Mills sings behind Michael Stipe's strange and only partially understandable (in both senses of the word) lyrics are what I wish I could have sung as a backup singer. They are borderline ecstatic, a word I've used more than once this week. 




Here's a link to my last entry, which will, if you're patient enough, lead you to all my previous entries. 

Writerly Ways

Mar. 22nd, 2026 11:49 pm
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It's late somehow. I spent the day on the diabetes rollercoaster starting out at 350 and staying there until suddenly I was 80 at 5 pm. So I'm tired. I'm groggy. I'm not going to have much energy for writing thoughts today but can we talk about call backs.

Do you do them? Do you like them? I have not used many and I like them well enough. This is front of mind for two reasons. At my book club thing, one of the ladies was talking about what she hated about the indie book she had was it was forced call backs done badly. She said she liked call backs but this one went on and on. And without spoilers, The Amazing Digital Circus had a massive and wonderful call back. Everyone was praising the foreshadowing of that.

But I'm also thinking...was it? What if they just simply rewatching/reread earlier stuff and thought hey, you know what... ha. (that would be how I'd end up doing it)

Open Calls


The Cookout Anthology Science fiction and fantasy stories by Black authors from the African Diaspora, centering on the beloved traditions of the cookout: the joy, drama, and delicious food! - Fantastic pay on this one my friends if you're in the target group.

Sinister Scales Anthology Reptiles featured prominently in the story Genre: Science fiction and fantasy

BloodClot!Zine Revolution including personal, social, technological, and spiritual upheaval Genre: Speculative fiction, literary fiction, poetry, and personal essays - Also only open to people of color

WERE-2 Creative stories centered on were-creatures other than werewolves Genre: Primarily urban fantasy, but science fiction, fantasy, steampunk, and other speculative genres are welcome - Another pro rate pay. This one I hope to try for (look at the anchor authors)

Goblins & Galaxies Magazine Adventure driven stories featuring sword and sorcery, dark fantasy, or science fiction elements

84 Opportunities for Historically Underrepresented Writers (March 2026)



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From Betty


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How Fear Shrinks Your Character’s World Over Time

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YouTube for Writers, Part 7: Why Captions Matter and How to Use Them

here.

Before You Share That Post: A Writer’s Guide to Verifying Information and Building Trust Online (Part 2).

The Facebook Copyright Hoax Is Back: Why Writers Must Verify Before They Share (Part 1)

The Power of Goal Setting for Writers: How Clear Goals Help You Finish Your Book

Why Author Newsletter Replies Matter (and How to Get More Reader Responses)

Finding The Heart of the Story

Stuck: Further thoughts on Pride and Prejudice.

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