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Posted by Susan Sperling

Working for over three decades at Chabot College, which serves many immigrant communities, my colleagues and I taught and developed support programs for Afghan students meeting them at the often-challenging crossroads of their lives.

We bore witness to their struggles and successes as they and their families became woven into the very fabric of our community. Many are now medical workers, skilled technologists and teachers, as well as elected American political leaders who give back to their communities.

Afghan students often come from families aligned with 20 years of U.S. military efforts in Afghanistan. For infinitely varied reasons, and through two decades of war, they cast their lots with the United States and accepted the implicit — some might say sacred — promise to protect them as indispensable partners in our war on terror.

In 2021, the U.S. military departure from Afghanistan left many in devastating limbo, unable to get out of Taliban-ruled Afghanistan, or dependent on a promise of temporary refugee status in the United States. Last month, the renewal of a ban on Afghan refugees, as well as earlier threatened nullification of formerly assigned temporary refugee status, represents a clear betrayal of our country’s implicit agreement to protect them.

When Rahmanullah Lakanwal, who came to the U.S. in 2021 after apparently working with a CIA-backed Afghan military unit, fired on the National Guard in D,C. on Nov. 26, tragically killing one guard member and critically wounding another, the president seized the opportunity to condemn all Afghans in the U.S. as potential terrorists.

There is no logic here: We don’t persecute Gulf War veterans because Timothy McVeigh, the home-grown terrorist who perpetrated the Oklahoma bombing of the Federal Building, was a Gulf War vet. Yet President Trump’s recent dehumanizing slurs against Afghans, Somalis and other non-European immigrants risk becoming dangerously normalized through repetition.

The anxiety among law-abiding Afghans and family members, who have come under now nullified temporary refugee status, is palpable as the president directly threatens a re-examination of their cases.  According to the U.N. Refugee Agency, now-ruling Taliban leaders have only intensified the detention and murder of journalists and human rights activists as well as their continued repression of Afghan girls and women.

This is the nightmare scenario of “repatriation” to which Afghans in America are currently threatened.

We are a nation of immigrants that has long struggled to live up to our highest ideals, including E Pluribus Unum (or “out of many, one”).

Across American history, xenophobic fears have been politically manipulated as a ready distraction from toxic political agendas of those in power. We remember with shame how Japanese Americans were confined to internment camps in a wave of hysteria given the imprimatur of law by the Supreme Court. We cannot allow the shame of this and other abandonments of our clear duty as a nation of immigrants to repeat.

My own family is no stranger to this history.

On March 10, 1941, my grandmother received a letter from the U.S State Department refusing a visa for her sister Miriam, a German Jew made stateless by the Nazi regime’s Nuremberg Decrees. Miriam and her family were soon thereafter sent to a death camp and murdered by the Nazis, as were many others following U.S. rejection of their refugee status. Ironically, rationales for granting refugee status included the fear that some European Jews might be Nazi spies.

If current exclusionary policies targeting Afghans seeking asylum are allowed to define our current historical period, there will no doubt be postmortem mea culpas as has been the case with the World War II Japanese internment and denial of refugee status to European Jewry.

And we should expect future generations of Americans to ask, “How could we have let this happen?”

Susan Sperling is president emerita of Chabot College. As a professor at the Hayward-based community college, she taught generations of Afghan students.

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Posted by Allison Schrager

When someone tells you that they are struggling, it is generally a good rule of thumb to take them seriously. So it was not the best political move for President Donald Trump to call the affordability issue a “hoax.” Too many Americans are trying to cope with rising food prices and high costs for housing, health care and child care.

At the same time, it is important to note that there is not a widespread “affordability crisis” in the U.S. Some people are truly unable to keep up with basic necessities. Some have high expectations that their incomes can’t meet. And some are doing fine.

Affordability has been an issue for years, but it became an acute problem when inflation spiked after the pandemic and there was a drop in real income. Inflation is still high, about 3%. But real income growth is still positive for most Americans, suggesting that income is rising to cover many of the goods and services that are increasing in price.

There are caveats. For the bottom quartile, real wages are not rising as fast as for the other two. And even for the middle class, real wages haven’t risen enough to keep pace with the increase in some critical goods and services.

Measuring the overall impact of all this is a challenge, because different households have different needs and priorities. There have been some high-profile estimates that show the middle class falling behind, but they make some questionable assumptions.

For example, they typically assume that a middle-class family has two children who require care. Child care is expensive, and it is often necessary even after children start school (though once they do, costs do go down significantly). These costs are a real burden for many families, and more can and should be done to help them.

But this is not a nationwide crisis that affects a majority of Americans. In fact, only about 11% of American households contain at least one child under the age of six.

Another big expense facing Americans is housing. In urban areas, the rental value of a primary residence has increased nearly 30% since 2020, and higher interest rates on mortgages have made it harder for a lot of people to buy a home. But about two-thirds of American households are already homeowners, and about half of outstanding mortgages have a fixed interest rate that is less than 4%.

Yes, these conditions make it harder for these families to move, and it is more expensive for everyone who is not a homeowner. Yet it’s difficult to argue that most households can’t afford the cost of housing.

What about the cost of food? Food prices are up 27% since 2020 and are still rising about 3% a year. For lower-income Americans, this is a real burden and helps explain why their real incomes have fallen or are flat. The impact of tariffs is no doubt making things worse. For the average household, however, food remains a small part of the budget.

My argument is not that affordability is not an issue. It is that we should be more precise about what affordability means, and for whom. Many of the more vocal complaints about affordability come from young childless households in large metro areas or those in the upper-middle or even upper class, and what they’re complaining about is how they can’t afford the trappings of affluence.

True, housing in cities has become more expensive than ever. Undoubtedly there are young people looking to build their careers in large cities who can’t afford to do so. Like other generations before them, they may have to endure the hardship of not living in their ideal city or dealing with unpleasant roommates. Some of the challenges they face are new, but they are not remotely comparable to those of people on fixed incomes who struggle to afford food.

Another source of affordability anxieties is the residual sticker shock of high inflation from a few years ago. Prices went up a lot, and while the rate of inflation has since fallen, actual prices have not come down. Incomes may have risen since then too, but not for all families. More generally, inflation is just a bigger risk than it was before, and the job market is worsening. All of this makes consumers more wary and darkens the economic mood.

Affordability is a genuine problem that requires more attention from policy makers. Expanding child-care options, for example, or reducing tariffs and housing regulations, would go a long way toward helping struggling families. But it’s just as unhelpful to refer to the affordability crisis as it is to call it a hoax.

Allison Schrager is a Bloomberg Opinion columnist covering economics. ©2025 Bloomberg. Distributed by Tribune Content Agency.

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Posted by Bret Stephens

Though I tend to think it’s usually a waste of space to devote a column to President Donald Trump’s personality — what more is there to say about the character of this petty, hollow, squalid, overstuffed man? — sometimes the point bears stressing: We are led by the most loathsome human being ever to occupy the White House.

Markets will not be moved, or brigades redeployed, or history shifted, because Rob Reiner and Michele Singer Reiner were found stabbed to death Sunday in their home in Los Angeles, allegedly at the hands of their troubled son Nick.

But this is an appalling human tragedy and a terrible national loss. Reiner’s movies, including “Stand by Me,” “The Princess Bride” and “When Harry Met Sally…,” are landmarks in the inner lives of millions of people; I can still quote by heart dialogue and song lyrics from his 1984 classic, “This Is Spinal Tap.” Until last week, he and Michele remained creative forces as well as one of Hollywood’s great real-life love stories. Their liberal politics, though mostly not my own, were honorable and sincere.

To which our ogre in chief had this to say on social media:

“A very sad thing happened last night in Hollywood. Rob Reiner, a tortured and struggling, but once very talented movie director and comedy star, has passed away, together with his wife, Michele, reportedly due to the anger he caused others through his massive, unyielding and incurable affliction with a mind crippling disease known as TRUMP DERANGEMENT SYNDROME, sometimes referred to as TDS. He was known to have driven people CRAZY by his raging obsession of President Donald J. Trump, with his obvious paranoia reaching new heights as the Trump Administration surpassed all goals and expectations of greatness, and with the Golden Age of America upon us, perhaps like never before. May Rob and Michele rest in peace!”

Toxic combination

I quote Trump’s post in full not only because it must be read to be believed, but also because it captures the combination of preposterous grandiosity, obsessive self-regard and gratuitous spite that “deranged” the Reiners and so many other Americans trying to hold on to a sense of national decency. Good people and good nations do not stomp on the grief of others. Politics is meant to end at the graveside. That’s not just some social nicety. It’s a foundational taboo that any civilized society must enforce to prevent transient personal differences from becoming generational blood feuds.

That is where history will record that the deepest damage by the Trump presidency was done. There is, as Adam Smith said, “a great deal of ruin in a nation,” by which he meant that there are things in almost any country that are going badly wrong but can still be mended. Foolishly imposed tariffs can be repealed. Hastily cut funding can be restored. Ill-thought-out national security strategies can be rewritten. Shaken trust can be rebuilt between Washington and our allies.

But the damage that cuts deepest is never financial, legal or institutional. As one of Smith’s greatest contemporaries, Edmund Burke, knew, it lies in something softer and less tangible but also more important: manners. “Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us,” Burke wrote. It is, he warned, through manners that laws are either made or unmade, upheld or corrupted.

Right now, in every grotesque social media post; in every Cabinet meeting devoted, North Korea-like, to adulating him; in every executive-order-signing ceremony intended to make him appear like a Chinese emperor; in every fawning reference to all the peace he’s supposedly brought the world; in every Neronic enlargement of the White House’s East Wing; in every classless dig at his predecessor; in every shady deal his family is striking to enrich itself; in every White House gathering of tech billionaires paying him court (in the literal senses of both “pay” and “court”); in every visiting foreign leader who learns to abase himself to avoid some capricious tariff or other punishment — in all this and more, our standards as a nation are being debased, our manners barbarized.

How do we recover?

I wonder if we are ever getting them back — and if so, what will it take. As Trump was unloading on Reiner, James Woods, probably the most outspoken Trump supporter in Hollywood, lovingly remembered Reiner as a “godsend in my life” who saved his acting career when it was at a low point 30 years ago.

“I think Rob Reiner is a great patriot,” Woods said Monday on Fox News. “Do I agree with some of, or many of, his ideas on how that patriotism should be enacted, to celebrate the America that we both love? No. But he doesn’t agree with me either, but he also respects my patriotism.” Woods is right, but how that spirit of mutual respect and good faith can be revived under a man like Trump is a question he and the rest of the president’s supporters might helpfully ask of themselves.

The Reiner murders took place on the same weekend that an assailant, still at large, murdered two students at Brown University, and when an antisemitic massacre at Bondi Beach in Sydney gave every Jew in America a pit-of-our-stomachs sense that something like it may soon happen here again, as it did in Pittsburgh seven years ago. It’s been only three months since Charlie Kirk was shot in cold blood in Utah, and barely a year since health care executive Brian Thompson was murdered in Manhattan by an alleged assailant who is now a folk hero to the deranged reaches of the left.

This is not a country on the cusp of its “Golden Age,” to quote the president, except in the sense that gold futures are near a record high as a hedge against inflation. It’s a country that feels like a train coming off the rails, led by a driver whose own derangement was again laid bare in that contemptible assault on the Reiners, may their memories be for a blessing.

Happy Hanukkah, I guess.

Bret Stephens is a New York Times columnist.

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Dec. 18th, 2025 10:13 am
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Everyone sat down, except the Junior Side infants, already packed into choir stalls and sanctuary, who now stood ready to open the proceedings with Good King Wenceslaus.

This successfully delivered, the infants stampeded quietly up to the surrounding galleries to listen to the rest of the carols, and II.B. took their place. At one moment there was a marked difference of opinion concerning the order in which their carols were to be sung, but this was overcome by the less numerous supporters of We Three Kings of Orient Are singing more loudly and determinedly than the confused majority who favoured The Cherry-Tree Carol. II.A.'s performance was enlivened by no such excitements: and III.B. unexpectedly distinguished themselves by singing one unfamiliar carol, one which began Go in Adoration, go to Bethlehem.

III.A., Lower IV.B., Lower IV.A., Upper IV.B.—there was still ages before their own turn came, thought Esther, calming a little: until, with a tremor of alarm, she realized that no other form, so far, had done it the way Upper IV.A. were going to. No one else had had an orchestra, Miss Ussher had accompanied them on the organ: no one else had announced the titles of their carols: above all, no one else had had soloists.... How awful, thought Esther, if it were only Upper IV.A. who had such things: and she wondered anxiously if, when Tim realized this, she'd decide to alter everything, even though it was the last possible moment. Even if it made a bit of a muddle, it'd be better than being so different....

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Dec. 18th, 2025 09:41 am
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Hasppy birthday, [personal profile] nomeancity!
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So, despite having not a lot of money, I've lately been able to get a ton of random stuff I've wanted. Small electronics, art supplies, home organization supplies, more different kinds of purple clothing than I imagined existed - you name it. (The main limitation is that our apartment is very small.)

This is because earlier this year I got on Temu to buy some business supplies, mostly in the interest of divesting from Amazon. Now they are giving me a deal where, if I spend $200 in a sitting, I literally get the entire price of my purchase refunded except the sales tax and sometimes shipping (but not inflated shipping! That would make too much sense!) And then sometimes they don't manage to ship me the items in time so I get credit for delays, which covers the sales tax. It's kind of absurd. 

Why this is happening, I have several theories. I'll share them here, in the order of "most similar to mundane economic activity" to "kinda wild but OK."

I suspect multiple of these are true to some extent.

1. Maybe most people fail to complete the rebate process correctly. The process is rather fiddly. If you miss logging in for a day, you lose a big chunk of the money back. If you order less than $200 at a time, you don't get the full rebate. At that point, you are paying for regular discounted goods, a decent deal but nothing special. 

....BUT I'm completing the process correctly, and they keep giving me the rebate, so that can't be the whole story. (Also note that previous Temu deals have been known to kick people out of the promotion eventually if they claim too much of the money successfully.)

Very well, more theories:

2. This is the equivalent of a brushing scam, without the scam. The algorithm has figured out that I leave useful, honest reviews and leave a lot of them, so they're sending me free shit in the knowledge that I'll likely respond, naturally on my own, by improving the credibility of the platform. This certainly might explain why they're still giving me the rebate deal despite my reliability at claiming the money. 

3. Temu is trying to inflate its Q4 sales figures. There are many reasons why this could benefit them - investment, taxes. 

4. Temu is engaged in some form of money laundering. What form and why, I got nothin'. (Well, okay, I got a wetsuit, a tattoo gun, and a lifetime supply of 2gal plastic ziploc bags.)

4b. The Chinese government is throwing money at Temu, which in turn is throwing it at its customers. This works reasonably well in concert with 3 or 4a.  The motivations could be: undercutting Amazon, establishing monopoly, spiting Trump over the tariffs, or - and I'd bet it's at least a little bit this, because it's the right style of "communism-capitalism cookie sandwich" for them - ensuring the manufacturing economy continues to keep workers employed. 

Anyway, now that I've established that they really are reliably sending my money back & I have most of the fun things I want, I'm ordering useful stuff. This has its own hilarious economic caveat:

- Most of the brand-name practical expendables on Temu are actually drop-shipped from Walmart, Target or Amazon. 

You know how you used to sometimes buy stuff from a US web storefront and find it was actually shipped from a random Chinese seller? Well, now they're doing the opposite. The telltale signs of this are that the item ships from a domestic origin point and costs more than normal. It's harder to find these items on the platform than it is to find clothing and bling, they go fast, and I wouldn't normally order them at this price point, but... yeah, money back... 

For example, I "spent" $35 on an order containing a small box of Tampax tampons, a large box of Band-Aids, and a bottle of Neutrogena body wash. These items would have probably cost a total of $25 in the store. I ordered them knowing that I would be refunded all but the tax. Some 3rd party vendor sent me a Walmart package and pocketed the difference. 

Other things I've been ordering a lot of this way are brand-name supplements and essential oils. (I still want to start doing perfumery again someday.) 

I've also started ordering altruistically, because I'm sure this deal will end eventually and I'd like to make other people happy. One of our homeless friends down at the beach, who deserves a whole post or two on here himself - he's the one who made me realize that Venice Beach is basically a town full of urban fantasy protagonists - is always wanting to borrow my phone to play music because he can't hang onto one without getting rolled for it. I ordered him a music player and speaker. Got a big box of hand warmers and emergency blankets to give out, too.

And I've just picked up a cat carrier to donate to a rescuer who's been doing work to help us gradually resolve a friend's Infinite Kitten Hell problem (poorly educated immigrant parent adopted a bunch of strays without realizing how important it was to spay/neuter. Predictable events ensued & every vet in LA is backed up on spays, so you have to know someone.) 

(P.S. - anyone up for taking on a spare kitten or cat? My friend's family are decent people and caring for the ones they've brought into the world, but it's not really a healthy number of cats to have.) 
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Posted by cks

It's hopefully not news to people that there is a plague of disguised web crawlers that are imitating web browsers (and not infrequently crawling from residential IPs, through various extremely questionable methods). However, many of these crawlers have only a skin-deep imitation of browsers, primarily done through their HTTP User-Agent header. This creates a situation where some of these crawlers can currently be detected (and blocked) because they either lack entirely or have non-browser values for other HTTP headers. I've been engaged in a little campaign to reduce the crawler presence here on Wandering Thoughts, so I've been experimenting with a number of HTTP header checks.

Headers I'm currently looking at include:

  • The CF-Worker header is set for all requests from Cloudflare Workers. Anubis blocks all requests with this header set by default (cf), and I decided to copy it. This occasionally blocks things trying to scrape Wandering Thoughts.

  • As I discovered, you can't block requests with X-Forwarded-For headers because people really do set these headers on real, non-malicious requests.

  • The Sec-Fetch-Mode header is sent by every modern browser and is sent by almost no bad crawlers. However, checking things claiming to be Safari is a little bit complicated, since Sec-Fetch-Mode support was only added in early 2023 (in 16.4) and there are still older Safari versions out there (including earlier 16.x versions). This is a quite effective check in my environment.

    (I got this trick from here, although apparently there may be trouble with mobile WebView interfaces, which might come about through in-app navigation if someone sends a URL around.)

  • Every mainstream browser sends an Accept-Encoding header and has for a long time. If it's missing for a fetch of a regular HTML page, you have an imposter. Unless you like maintaining a list of old browsers and other programs that don't send Accept-Encoding, you probably want to limit requiring the header to things claiming to be at least a bit like mainstream browsers.

  • Some bad bots are sending an Accept-Encoding of 'identity' in what is apparently an attempt to avoid being fed compression bombs by people (I can't find my source for this). No mainstream browser should do this and in general most things fetching web pages from you should accept compressed responses if they advertise an Accept-Encoding at all.

    Sadly, the exception to this is syndication feed fetchers, some of which refuse to do compression. Whether you keep supporting such feed fetchers is up to you. Wandering Thoughts still does so far, although it's getting tempting to say that enough is enough, especially with the size of syndication feeds here.

  • Some or perhaps many bad crawlers set a HTTP Accept header of '*/*' on HTML requests, which isn't something that real browsers do (source). Unfortunately, browser-based syndication feed fetchers will send this value, so you can only do this check on HTML pages, and also bingbot and Googlebot (at least) will sometimes also send this Accept value. Some things seem to not end an Accept header at all, too.

    Based on monitoring the results so far, there may be something funny going on; I've seen the same IP and User-Agent making an initial request that is fine and then one or more re-requests for the same URL that have 'Accept: */*' and fail

  • A number of bad crawlers make HTTP/1.0 requests while claiming to be mainstream browsers, all of which have supported HTTP/1.1 for a very long time, and these days I block such requests. Although it's tempting to reject all HTTP/1.0 requests, some text-mode browsers still make them (the ones I know of are Lynx and w3m, including inside GNU Emacs). The HTTP version isn't really a HTTP header, but close enough.

Some of these checks overlap with each other. For example, the crawler with a bad Accept: HTTP header wasn't sending Sec-Fetch-Mode either.

Many of these HTTP headers are only sent by relatively mainstream browsers and environments that have added support for recent HTTP headers. For example, people still use text-based browsers and most of them don't send headers like Sec-Fetch-Mode; other programs that make HTTP requests through various packages and libraries probably won't either.

There are probably other useful header differences between crawlers imitating mainstream browsers and actual browsers (and, apparently, between headless browsers being driven by automation and real ones being used by people). You could probably discover some of them by collecting enough of a data set of request headers and then doing some sort of statistical analysis to discover correlations and clusters.

PS: The big offenders for requesting uncompressed syndication feeds appear to be Tiny Tiny RSS, Selfoss, and Nextcloud-News. Some browser based syndication feed readers also appear to do it, as do some curl-based syndication feed fetching that people are doing here.

Sidebar: What is a (mainstream) browser-like User-Agent?

It depends on how restrictive you want to be. There are a lot of options:

  • Just look for "Mozilla/5.0 (" at the start of the User-Agent.
  • Also look for " Chrome/", " Firefox/", or " AppleWebKit/" in the User-Agent
  • Try to specifically match a Firefox or Webkit based browser User-Agent format, which will cause you to learn a lot about what Webkit-based user agents appear in your logs.

  • Potentially exclude things that mark themselves as robots or crawlers, for example by having 'compatible;' in their User-Agent, or 'robot', or a URL. Anything with these markers is not trying to exactly be a browser User-Agent, although they may be looking generally like one.

I use different versions of these for different checks in DWiki's steadily growing pile of hacks to detect bad crawlers. Currently the most specific matching is reserved for blocking claimed browsers from cloud/server space, which catches a significant amount even with a limited selection of cloud and VPS provider space that it applies to.

(Some cloud space is blocked entirely; blocking only things that claim to be browsers is a lesser step.)

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Dec. 18th, 2025 12:07 am
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Everything I've previously read by M.T. Anderson emotionally devastated me, so I despite the fact that Nicked was billed as a comedy I went in bravely prepared to be emotionally devastated once again.

This did not happen .... although M.T. Anderson cannot stop himself from wielding a sharp knife on occasion, it it turns out the book is indeed mostly a comedy .....

Nicked is based on a Real Historical Medieval Heist: the city of Bari is plague-ridden, and due to various political pressures the City's powers have decided that the way to resolve this is to steal the bones of St. Nicholas from their home in Myra and bring them to Bari to heal the sick, revive the tourism trade, and generally boost the city's fortunes. The central figures on this quest are Nicephorus, a very nice young monk who had the dubious fortune of receiving a dream about St. Nicholas that might possibly serve as some sort of justification for this endeavor, and Tyun, a professional relic hunter (or con artist? Who Could Say) who is not at really very nice at all but is Very Charismatic And Sexy, which is A Problem for Nicephorus.

The two books that Nicked kept reminding me of, as I read it, were Pratchett's Small Gods and Tolmie's All the Horses of Iceland. Both of those books are slightly better books than this, but as both of them are indeed exceptionally good books I don't think it takes too much away from Nicked to say that it's not quite on their level: it's still really very fun! And, unlike in those other somewhat better books, the unlikely companions do indeed get to make out!

I did end it, unsurprisingly, desperately wanting to know more about the sources on which it was based to know what we do know about this Real Historical Medieval Heist, but it turns out they are mostly not translated into English. Foiled again!

wednesday books celebrate hanukkah

Dec. 17th, 2025 10:37 pm
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(OK, the books aren't celebrating Hanukkah, they're celebrating Walpurgisnacht if anything, but I am. Quick takes, I don't have too much to say.)

The Invention of Love, Tom Stoppard. Readaloud and reread, in honor of Tom Stoppard's death. It was very cool having an actual classics grad student read the part of young A. E. Housman, though ultimately I feel like I don't quite connect with the play, perhaps because of not being a classicist or not being sufficiently attached to Housman's poetry. (I do find it interesting to compare A. E. Housman to his Cambridge colleague G. H. Hardy, who mentions Housman a few times in his Mathematician's Apology, but I'm not sure I can fit into the context of this play.)

The Tempest, William Shakespeare. Also a readaloud, and of course a reread, as this is a play I know very well. Everyone agreed this time that Prospero is a jerk, but the language is still fantastic. Also, having read the role of Ferdinand that guy doesn't seem so great either.

Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, translated by Walter Arndt. I've previously read three modern abridged translations of Faust (MacDonald, Brenton, and Clifford) that were designed to be performed on stage (partly to judge their suitability for readalouds), and then I ran across this in a Little Free Library and thought I would try a more literary/scholarly translation. Anyway, so I know how things go, but it's still interesting to see the things that get cut from the other versions, and will probably be more interesting once I get to part II. It makes an interesting comparison to The Tempest (which it is explicitly referencing by reusing the character of Ariel), but unfortunately as well as having to read it translation, I've also missed out on the opportunity to have imprinted on it at a younger age as I did with Shakespeare.

Wrapping and stuff

Dec. 17th, 2025 10:52 pm
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Got up somewhat after 10:00, and had breakfast and coffee. Heard from [personal profile] mashfanficchick that ze didn't need me to go to zer place today after all, so that freed me up for wrapping. And that's what I did.

I put Pandora on the computer and put on Christmas music, had an awful time with the computer, restarted it twice, and finally got it going good.

Then I first wrapped all [personal profile] mashfanficchick's presents, and then the Kid's boyfriend's, and finally the Kid's. And that is a lot of stuff. There's still three things to wrap, I may have to get more paper. Maybe not, we'll see.

After that I lay in the bedroom and played solitaire. Then at 6:00 I came out and puttered on the computer. My psychiatrist called for a session, and that was good. I realized I am feeling pretty good this holiday season, have most of the stuff I need to do for the holiday done early.

Got a call from [personal profile] mashfanficchick about plans for tomorrow. We're going into the city to shop, though I have pretty much everything for Christmas.

Then at 7:00 I Teamed the FWiB and we talked until 8:00 when it was time for my gaming session.

The computer was awful. Discord kept freezing up, the audio wouldn't work, I kept switching over to using my phone, and I was almost out of battery. I plugged it in to the computer and that didn't charge it.

Finally I plugged it in to the extension cord powering the Christmas tree, and sat on the floor to play. And the worst thing is that right at the end of the game, the audio topped working so I missed the end.

[personal profile] mashfanficchick texted me to ask me to call, so I did and we made more plans for tomorrow. I'm going to spend the night tomorrow and we're going to watch Heated Rivalry.

So then I fed the pets and made dinner, and here I am.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. My wrapping almost done.

3. My psychiatrist.

4. My gaming group.

5. I was able to use my phone for Discord.

6. Plans for tomorrow.
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Posted by John Scalzi

Nostalgia is a trap. The people who indulge in it do so with selective memory, either their own or someone else’s. When I was a kid in the 80s, people looked back yearningly at the 50s as a simpler and better time, when families were nuclear, entertainment was wholesome and a slice of pie was just a nickel, conveniently eliding the segregation of black citizens, the communist witch hunts, and the fact that women couldn’t get things like credit cards or mortgages without a husband or some other male authority. Later people started looking at the 80s the way the 80s looked at the 50s, and they enjoyed the dayglo colors and the cheeky music and forgot apartheid, the cold war, leaded gas and smoking everywhere, or the fact that gay men were dying of AIDS and the US government (for one) couldn’t be persuaded to give a shit. I don’t feel nostalgia for the 80s; I lived in it. A whole lot of things about it were better left behind.

And still, nostalgia persists, because being an adult is complicated, and that time when you were a kid (or frankly, didn’t even exist yet) was uncomplicated. You didn’t have make any decisions yet, and all the awful things about the era existed in a realm you didn’t really have to consider. The golden age of anything is twelve, old enough to see what’s going on and not old enough to understand it.

Pleasantville is all about the trap of nostalgia and how its surface pleasures require an unexamined life. Tobey Maguire, in one of his first big roles, plays David, a high school student with a sucky home life who is obsessed with the 50s TV show Pleasantville, a sort of Father Knows Best knock-off where there patriarchy is swell and there is no problem that can’t be resolved in a half hour. For a kid from a broken home, whose mom is about to sneak off for a weekend assignation in a moderately-priced hotel, Pleasantville sounds like paradise.

That is, until David and his twin sister Jennifer (Reese Witherspoon) are, by way of a magical remote control, whisked away to Pleasantville itself, in all its monochromatic 50s glory, and forced to take on the roles of Bud and Mary Sue Parker, the two kids of the series’ main family. For Jennifer, who is a Thoroughly Modern Millennial, this is a fate worse than death; she had plans for the weekend, and they didn’t involve dressing up like a square. David, on the other hand, is initially delighted. He knows the series inside and out, is excited to be in the highly delineated world of his favorite show, and assures his perturbed sister that as long as they play the roles assigned to them, everything will be fine until they find their way back to the 90s.

You don’t have to be a devotee of 50s sitcoms to guess how long it takes until things start going awry. David and Jennifer, whether they intend to or not, are now the proverbial snakes in the garden, bringing knowledge into a formerly innocent world, sometimes literally (David tells other teens what’s in the formerly blank library books, and the words magically fill in) and sometimes also literally, but not using words (Jennifer introduces the concept of orgasms, and boy howdy, is that a game changer). As things get more complicated, some people get unhappy. And when some people get unhappy, they start looking for someone to blame.

Pleasantville is not a subtle film by any stretch: when people start deviating from their assigned roles, they change from monochrome to color, which allows the film to label part of its uniformly Caucasian cast as “colored,” which… well, I know what extremely obvious allusion writer/director Gary Ross was trying to make here, and the best I can say about it is that it is not how I would have done it. Also, any film where a nice girl character offers a nice boy character an apple right off the tree is not trying to sneak anything past you. The movie wears its lessons and motivations right on its sleeve, and in neon.

What are subtle, though, are the performances. With the exception of J.T. Walsh, who plays the mayor of Pleasantville with big smiling back-slapping friendly menace, no one in this movie is overplaying their hand. We notice this first with David/Bud and Maguire’s bemused way of getting both of them through the world, both ours and Pleasantville’s. But then there’s Bill Johnson, the owner of the malt shop Bud works in, who is initially befuddled when things are out of sequence, but gets progressively delighted the more improvisation gets added into his life. Bud’s dad George (William H. Macy) finds his role as paterfamilias slipping away and is befuddled rather than angry about it. Even Jennifer, who initially comes in as a wrecking ball, finds a lower gear.

But the true heart of Pleasantville is Betty, Bud and Mary Sue’s mom, played by the always tremendous Joan Allen. Like everyone else in Pleasantville, Betty starts off as a naïf, who only knows what’s been written for her. But the more she strays from what she’s supposed to be doing and saying, the more she understands that what she’s “supposed” to be doing and saying stands in total opposition to what she actually needs — when, that is, she finds the wherewithal to both understand and act on those needs. Her transformation is bumpy, not without backtracks, and deeply affecting. Joan Allen did not get any awards for this film, but it is an award-worthy performance.

(Also award-worthy: Randy Newman’s score, which was in fact nominated for an Oscar.)

It’s this dichotomy — high concept, deeply ridiculous premise, and heartfelt, committed character performances — that fuels Pleasantville and makes it work better than it has any right to. It would have been so easy just to play this film as farce, and you know what? If the film had been played as farce, it would have been perfectly entertaining. Watch the latter-day Jumanji films, the ones with Dwayne Johnson, Kevin Hart and Jack Black (and Karen Gillan! Whose comedic talents are underrated!) and you’ll see how playing a ridiculous concept almost purely as farce can be both amusing and profitable. There is a world where Pleasantville is one of those 90s comedy movies whose titles on the movie posters were big chunky red letters. It’s just not this world, and the film is better for it.

By now at least some of you may have figured out why I find Pleasantville so compelling and watchable. What Ross is doing in this movie is the same sort of thing I do in a lot of my writing: Take a truly ridiculous, almost risibly farcical concept, and then make characters have real lives in the middle of it. You’ll see me doing it in Redshirts and Starter Villain and especially in When the Moon Hits Your Eye, in which, you’ll recall, I turned the moon into cheese. A lot of people think doing this sort of thing is easy, which, one, good, I try to make it look like that, and two, if you actually think it’s easy to do, try it. It takes skill, and not everyone has it, and not every book or play or TV show or movie that attempts it gets it right.

Pleasantville gets it right. It looks at the pleasures of nostalgia and says, you know what, it’s not actually all that great when you think about it. It’s no better than the real world and the modern day.

It’s hard to believe it just now, but there will come a time when someone looks back at 2025 and thinks, what a simpler, better time that was. Not because their world is that much worse (I mean, shit, I hope not), but because by then all of this will be rubbed smooth and easy and someone who is twelve now will remember it as carefree. Those of us over twelve will know better what lies underneath pleasant nostalgia. So does this film. Nostalgia is never as great as you remember it.

— JS

Dept. of Memes

Dec. 17th, 2025 09:01 pm
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Music Meme, Day 15

I've been surviving very cold Chicago; I've been adulting, doing the Green Card renewal (which the CIS folks just sent me two letters stating my case is "in process," huzzah) and getting my Rexulti program application for 2026 ready for delivery to my delightfully old-fashioned shrink and The Amazing Nicki, and spending more time than I should cooking and baking rather than reading. But it's time to put all that behind me and return to my music meme, at least until I can think of interesting things in my brain that others might like to hear about. Therefore, I bring you - 

A song from a movie soundtrack: 

I've read The Lord of the Rings trilogy more times than I can remember. I also watched the three movies, both theatrical and extended release, dozens of times in total, in theaters, and at home. I love both the books and, with caveats, the movies.

I believe that the ending of The Return of the King, the third movie, is as close to perfect as it could possibly be. A major reason is the song written by Annie Lennox and Fran Walsh, with music by Lennox and Howard Shore. The words, which take from one of Gandalf's comments to Pippin before the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, and speak of Elves being called home to the Undying Lands, get me every time.

This could have been the song I chose as one that makes me cry, but it's for that strange mix of grief, awe, and yearning that is somehow transmuted into joy. And of course Annie Lennox's voice is the wind that fills the sails as the ships leave the Grey Havens. 



Here is a link to Day 14 and to Day 13; should you desire, you can see what I yammered on about in earlier meme iterations. 



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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Today, I went on a journey to far away. Southeast of Cincinnati, to be more specific. While these past few days have been filled with icy roads, single digit temperatures, and disgusting slush of dirty snow and salt, today produced a much warmer and sunnier day. Thus, the snow began to melt, and everything turned to mud.

I know, of course, that cars can get stuck in snow, but it didn’t really occur to me all that much that cars could get stuck in mud. Today, I learned that valuable lesson.

So there I was, driving through curvy, wooded roads in the middle of nowhere, going to a house that was selling a beautiful, absolutely huge floral oil painting. When I got to the estate, I pulled into the long driveway and saw that there were two cars parked in the yard. I immediately thought that these two cars must be other buyers of these people’s Facebook Marketplace goods, so I figured I’d just park alongside the other cars in the yard.

I went in to the lovely home, acquired my big ass painting, barely fit it in my minivan (with the middle row of seats down, even), and proceeded to go on my merry way. Just kidding, I was stuck as heck! My wheels were spinning round and round in the mud and I was tearing up their lawn somethin’ fierce.

I walked, full of shame, back to their front door and knocked again, telling them I was stuck and I was sorry to be in the hair for longer than anticipated. Them, being an elderly couple, expressed their apologies for not being able to push my car or really do much of anything to help, to which I of course replied they’re completely fine and have nothing to be sorry for.

Funny enough, I had a ton of flat, broken down cardboard in the back of my van (that the painting was resting on). I don’t know if you’ve ever seen this before, but I remember a number of times where my mom was stuck in the snow and wedged cardboard under the wheels to gain traction and get unstuck. I thought I could do the same, but it simply was not working, and I was just making a mess.

A shot of my front driver's side tire, covered in mud and cardboard barely wedged under it.

So, I called a tow truck place. They said they couldn’t do it. I called a second place, but the number didn’t work. Finally, I called a third place, and they said they could be there within half an hour, and the minimum cost was $150.

I sat and waited in my car the half hour until they got there, got towed out, and then finally started the two hour drive back home. I was now about an hour behind schedule in my relatively packed day.

All this being said, my very exciting story of getting towed FIVE FEET ONTO THE ASPHALT is not why I wanted to talk about this incident. I wanted to tell you about this because I had an interesting realization once the situation was all said and done.

I was not mad. Like, at all. I got stuck in the mud, got my boots and car filthy, had to pay $150 just to get towed back onto the driveway, was behind schedule, and still had to drive two hours home. And yet, I was extremely and utterly unbothered.

Though I wouldn’t consider myself an angry or aggressive person by any means, I do have a very bad habit of letting very common or small issues completely ruin my mood and affect my entire day. And usually when something (such as getting my car towed) happens, it would make me think self-pitying, woe-is-me type thoughts like “of course this would happen, just my luck, fuck my life.”

(These thoughts, by the way, are extremely invalid because it is literally not my luck at all, I actually have pretty good luck and usually bad things don’t happen to me regularly.)

However, this time around, I did not have any negative thoughts like that, or feel stressed out at all. Truly, my brain was just like, “ah shucks, I’m stuck, that’s a little unfortunate, but no big deal, I’ll just call a tow truck and that’ll be that, and everything is fine!”

THAT NEVER HAPPENS IN MY BRAIN.

To go beyond feeling unbothered and not stressed, I felt grateful that I have the ability to call a tow truck, get unstuck within half an hour, and drop $150 on it without a second thought. My day is not even remotely affected by that money. I can still get groceries, I can still pay my bills, and in fact after that I got a full tank of gas, got a sandwich and coffee, and went to Kohl’s and spent like $250. It literally didn’t matter. I was more concerned by the fact I was an hour behind schedule than that I had to spend money on towing.

How lucky am I that I got a kick-ass painting, am able to get help when I need it without worry, and now I have a small story out of it.

Long story short, for what feels like the first time in a very, very long time. I didn’t melt down over an issue. I didn’t hate my entire existence because of a fixable problem. I didn’t feel like exploding just because something went wrong. I was fine! I wasn’t even mad or annoyed. I was perfectly okay. That feels so much better than getting angry.

Now I just need to go wash the mud off my boots.

-AMS

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I was right to say I do not understand one goddamn thing that happens in Amos Burton's head when I asked for him for Yuletide.

I don't know that I have the Chrisjen Avasarala/Bobbie Draper series of my heart in my fingers, but I will be over here shippin' it like whoa.

Overall, they were a lovely ride. The audiobook reader learned to pronounce gimbals very late in the canon, and got the stress pattern wrong in Avasarala, but was quite good at voice distinction, and definitely didn't do the All Women are Falsetto crap.

History

Dec. 17th, 2025 08:28 pm
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This 8,000-year-old art shows math before numbers existed

Over 8,000 years ago, early farming communities in northern Mesopotamia were already thinking mathematically—long before numbers were written down. By closely studying Halafian pottery, researchers uncovered floral and plant designs arranged with precise symmetry and numerical patterns, revealing a surprisingly advanced sense of geometry.


People learned to count and do math, sometimes rather sophisticated math, long before they got around to writing numerals or equations.  As for geometry, it's very easy to obtain workable patterns that scale well by examining nature.  Fibonacci sequence and fractals both yield very useful parameters.

Job Search: Make No Assumptions

Dec. 17th, 2025 09:05 pm
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I found another job interesting enough to apply for. Just in case the thing I'm looking forward to falls through. I can't afford to leave it to chance, after all.

In case anyone else asks: I skipped the Vulgarian's speech tonight. I have what's left of my own mental health to think of, for one thing. For another, if anything really important comes out of that rant, I'll hear about it from multiple, reliable sources over the next day anyway.

I finished a project!

Dec. 17th, 2025 08:15 pm
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I have finished the daisy which covers the tea stain on this t-shirt! I am very proud of myself.

Satin stitch, French knots, stem stitch, and fishbone stitch.

Birdfeeding

Dec. 17th, 2025 06:22 pm
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Today is partly sunny and chilly.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches plus a male cardinal.

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