D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 14th, 2025 09:55 pm
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A surprising number of streets in the neighbourhood started having work done on their pipes a week or so ago. Probably water pipes, based on the replacements. I've had to dodge the work on my daily walks. One time I had to cross the street through the edge of the work area because 2 workers were occupying the entire pavement/sidewalk on the side I was on, eating their lunch. Today and yesterday, I've come around the corner on a narrow, one-way stub of street where there's pavement/sidewalk only on one side; the other is the sheer wall supporting a road bridge, and there's a stop sign halfway down the block where traffic has to wait to merge with the stuff flying off the bridge ... and they're pushing pipe to one of the houses and the pavement/sidewalk is closed. I can't go through the front gardens because not only are there fences and hedges, I'd have to cross the actual trench. Yesterday I managed to nip around using the suicidal bike path that CalTrans put in through the merge point. Today they had heavy equipment moving around, right there. So I mildly berated the foreman who was standing there with his back to me, and he got the operators of two machines to pause a second while I risked my neck with the traffic. Maybe I should take my serious hiking stick with me tomorrow in case I have a choice between vaulting the trench and fending off the digger.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 13th, 2025 11:57 pm
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The recliner disappeared.

Prudence appeared in the driveway and rubbed herself against a nearby plantpot, so I gave her a dish of food. I don't think she ate any, silly thing. But I hadn't seen her for a couple of days, while Monty has been promenading along the fence.

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Aug. 12th, 2025 10:15 pm
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Someone has left a broken recliner at the kerb. It's been a while since I saw actual broken—dumped—stuff as opposed to stuff plainly intended to be taken by someone who could use (or sell) it, often with a FREE sign attached. The city used to have twice a year "put out anything" trash days, and people would gleefully grab what they wanted, including the resellers with their trucks. Then it was over with, and there would be almost no bulky stuff on kerbs for 6 months. But they cancelled that.

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Aug. 11th, 2025 09:36 pm
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Not quite so hot today, and the evening breeze is quite cool. Monty appeared in the back garden after I'd run the hose in that corner, so it wasn't too hard to provide him with a dish of food. But when I came back to run the sprinkler in a different corner, he'd moved to the old brick hearth and was extended across it, peering into the depths of the oleander bush. He didn't move as I went past except to twitch his tail, but I don't think he was very pleased when I set up the sprinkler and drops started falling a foot away from his tootsies. Didn't run, though. I hope he caught whatever it was.

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Aug. 10th, 2025 09:35 pm
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I took a walk at the end of a hot afternoon. A small schoolbus passed by, adapted into an icecream van: a few stickers added to the big STOP! signs, and the SCHOOL BUS lettering on the back changed to KOOL BUS. It was coming from the park, where it had probably made the circuit of the houses that face it, where there are a lot of families with kids. (In the park is the territory of the guys pushing carts with Mexican ices.) Around the corner from the tent under the road bridge—which is still there—a youngish guy was lying athwart the sidewalk/pavement, in the shade of the young maple trees ringing the carpark. He had a backpack and what looked like a coffee, was clean-shaven and not overly skinny, so I let him be. I felt bad about it, especially since the cops here are also firefighters and EMTs, but of course there wasn't a police or firefighting vehicle passing by, and he and his belongings looked arranged and not collapsed.

CrApple

Aug. 10th, 2025 08:23 am
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Updating my Mac to Sequoia 15.5 had a lot of bad consequences. The only good one is that it might have delayed for another year the dreaded time when I can no longer run that year's Turbotax, and need to switch to their online version, or hire a tax preparer.

I've just found the latest disimprovement. They turned on automatic updates. They've downloaded Sequoia 15.6 and scheduled it to be installed on my next restart, and there's nothing I can do about it. I turned off the unwanted misfeature, but its results are still scheduled.

15.5 was too big for my Mac Mini - performance sucks, random processes exit overnight, and I've had such desirable improvements (sic) as frustratingly slow character echoing in Numbers. They removed my old screensaver, and replacing it with one that soon stopped working, possibly as a result of one of those random process exits, this one of a daemon that doesn't either auto-relaunch or launch on request, as I expect from properly coded daemons in Apple's architecture. They gave me a very much unwanted "artificial intelligence" enhancement, which I turned off to the extent I could, and will probably have to turn off again after the unwanted update to 15.6 - unless of course they have removed the ability to disable it (they surely will eventually, just like they've already removed other 'retro' features).

Thanks, Crapple. I wish all your executives misery in this life and the next.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 9th, 2025 07:46 pm
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A cloudless blue sky. I blóted; a breeze came up after I hallowed.

Saw all three cats, separately. Mama Violet eating on the porch; Prudence lounging in the back garden (I supplied food but I don't think she bothered); Monty stalking a bird in the driveway and then eating on the porch.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 8th, 2025 09:25 pm
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I turned the hose on that sector of the back garden in the morning, after breakfast. It was already hot enough that I had to run the water a bit before it got cold.

I went by the House of 5 Lions and there were two longhaired cats lying under the truck in the driveway: the calico and a ginger.

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Aug. 7th, 2025 09:10 pm
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Monty was lounging in his preferred corner of the back garden this evening, so I was able to feed him—and not able to water in that corner. And Prudence was around, too. But Mama Violet wasn't.

Another day hotter than we're used to, but today there were swirls of cloud in the sky, rather than yesterday's almost unbroken expanse of blue.

"Boot Camp" Phenomenon

Aug. 7th, 2025 03:32 pm
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In today's email: Swiss Teams Boot Camp – Wed. 8/13 & 8/20

This is an invitation to some kind of bridge class.

They've named it to be reminiscent of the miserable experience inflicted on military recruits and draftees. This is fundamentally a brain-washing process, intended to produce compliance with military needs. It consists of a mix of insult, physical exhaustion, and often other physical abuse.

It also involves some amount of actual training and physical conditioning.

Apparently normal young men react to this by bonding with both the organization and their fellow victims, rather than by using the weapons training they receive to deal appropriately with either their immediate abusers (sergeants, etc.), the people in charge of their bad experience (chief local officer), or the people in charge of the whole system (political leaders, top generals, and similar).

If they are rational, this would presumably be because they reckon their chances of surviving their military experience are higher than their chances of surviving fighting back against it. And some *do* ultimately "frag" their officers, when they have a good chance of getting away with it.

But mostly they don't seem to be rational - this appears to be an effective indoctrination technique, even with unwilling draftees. The victims wind up as obedient military serfs, even glorying in their role.

OK, so far so human. But why label anything to remind people of this example of injustice, unfairness, and all round evil, when you want them to voluntarily sign up for it, perhaps even pay for it?

Will my next unsolicited email involve an invitation to a "concentration camp"?
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I wonder whether the report defines "ultra-processed" in a manner that is (a) intelligible to lay readers or (b) remotely sensible. I currently understand "ultra-processed" to generally mean "different from the healthy (sic) fast food and supplements sold by our provider".

I don't feel a need to check the news article the headline came from, to determine whether it includes such a definition - I'd be absolutely shocked if it did. Though it does have a link to the cdc report.

It appears that the report uses "the Nova classification system that categorizes foods by processing, from unprocessed to ultra-processed foods". That's footnoted to "Steele E, O’Connor L, Juul F, Khandpur N, Galastri Baraldi L, Monteiro CA, et al. Identifying and estimating ul-traprocessed food intake in the US NHANES according to the Nova classification system of food processing. J Nutr. 2023 Jan;153(1):225–241" - no URL given, and the title suggests that even if I could follow the link, there'd be no definition. There's also a footnote to "Monteiro CA, Cannon G, Levy RB, Moubarac JC, Louzada ML, Rauber F, et al. Ultra-processed foods: What they are and how to identify them. Public Health Nutr. 2019 Apr;22(5):936–41."

I get it. If you like it, it's probably "ultra-processed". If you don't, or if Big Food advertises it as "healthy", like the various fake meat products increasingly labelled as if they were real meat, it's not. (Personally, I can't imagine how to make even a halfway plausible fake meat without an awful lot of processing to disguise the actual ingredients - and a lot more if you also try to give the product a nutritional profile similar to the meat it imitates. But what would I know; surely Big Food (TM) has my best interests at heart (sic).

And yes, I have a chip on my shoulder about "healthy, plant-based chicken", "chick'n", and similar. Call it what it is - "plant-based imitation chicken". Don't put it in the meat section beside the real thing, and don't package it similarly enough that it could be accidentally purchased.

But this point also applies to just about every "healthy" extract and supplement - it takes a lot of processing to produce them. On the other hand, some traditional foods also take a fair amount of processing. Taro (not traditional where I grew up) comes to mind. But also baked goods, sausages, and similar. Should I be buying wheat seeds and a flour mill, as the only way my bread can be healthy? Reductio ad bloody absurdum - give me some definitions already, before trying to scare me with the latest boogey-man. Perhaps it's "ultra-processed" only if it wasn't available at grocery stores in some arbitrarily chosen decade?

I googled "nova food classification system". The wiki article gives actual definitions, far enough into the article that I started composing this paragraph believing it did not. But I'm not at all sure I could distinguish members of their "processed" and "ultra-processed" categories based on their description of ultra-processed, quoted from "the most recent overview of Nova published with Monteiro".

There's clearly something a bit more solid behind the click bait. You just have to do an awful lot of digging to find it.

I wonder whether any sodas qualify as other than ultra-processed, since I suspect them of being a major source of Americans' calorie intake, and having been so for many decades.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 6th, 2025 09:24 pm
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Hotter today. Since again disturbing Prudence at breakfast time, I haven't caught sight of a cat. Maybe the other people have an air-conditioned kitty lair.

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Aug. 5th, 2025 09:33 pm
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One of my amaryllises has extruded a bud from the leaf litter.

Prudence was on the cat bed at breakfast time, and Monty appeared in the evening as I finished watering in back, and allowed me to give him a dish of food.
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There are at least three different types of people using blogging software, especially if one counts substack as a type of blogging software. Maybe 4 or 5, but the others didn't fit in my catchy title, so I folded them into "bloggers."

Type A: Professional and semi-professional entertainers, producing things people like to read, intending that they pay for the privilege. This is the target poster on substack, which takes a % of whatever is paid to their posters.

Type B: Influencers. These people get paid by using their influence (or the popularity of their work) to sell things, generally on behalf of someone else. I.e. they are usually paid by advertisers.

Type B2: Corporate shills. These people get paid a salary to write blog posts for their employers, or otherwise manage a corporation's social media accounts.

Type C: Bloggers. These people want to have a conversation with readers, and are happiest when readers comment. They aren't generally paid, except in attention and interaction.

Type C 2: Circular letter writers. Bloggers who want to keep their RL friends and family up to date on their doings.

Type C 3: Reputation builders. authors of professional blogs and similar, where the blog is part of their self presentation as a competent scientist/academic/whatever.

Type D: People trying to spread information. They can blur into A, B, or even C. The distinction is that their first priority is informing people of whatever their thing might be. They may also want to be paid for posting, or influence readers to take action in support of a cause. And they may well hope to build reputation, possibly in support of future employment prospects.

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My preferred type is C, and I drop blogs which turn out to be less C and more A. (I rarely accidentally - or intentionally - subscribe to B, except, rarely, B2.) All flavors of C can be acceptable, but my preference is the plain one. I'm also OK with D, provided it doesn't shade too far into A or B.

It would be nice to have commonly used distinctive terminology, rather than having the whole lot self-describe as "bloggers".

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This post brought to you by yet another "give us money and you can read the rest of this" post from a poster who may soon get dropped for being too type A for my tastes. No, not Paul Krugman; this time it was Richard Hanania. (Both give me access to a (separate) set of political opinions. But while I might pay for sociology, I don't want to pay for promotion of any individual's political beliefs.)

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 4th, 2025 09:26 pm
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I looked out of the laundry-room window at breakfast time and there was Mama Violet performing her ablutions at the top of the driveway in the morning sun. Including rolling on her back. Later she glowered at me from various corners.

I found a dead rat on the grass in front. Bagged and trashed. Hopefully not a gift from Mama Violet.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 3rd, 2025 09:53 pm
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I filled up the greenwaste bin doing some pruning in front. This entailed going up the driveway with branches and bagsful of smaller debris, including sweepings from the pavement/sidewalk. Soon after I started, the housemate came out to pump up a tyre that has a slow leak and then to make a supermarket run because the glop with which she adulterates her coffee had gone off. Poor Mama Violet was caught between us. She kept emerging, fleeing, finding some other horrid human task going on at the other end of the driveway, and fleeing again. She stalked across the street at one point but came back quite soon; the house is to let and I think the fence hole or shed entrance or whatever it was she used over there has been closed up. She hissed at me several times. But she survived; when I came out again in the evening with the dog in tow, she whisked behind the compost bins.

And now I have itchy scratches on my arms and itchy bites on my hands.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 2nd, 2025 09:24 pm
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The park was packed with day-campers yesterday, with volleyballers today.

Good Journey, Rocky.....

Aug. 2nd, 2025 12:31 pm
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Today I had to put to sleep our last cat, Rocky. We took him in thinking he was impacted but his swollen belly wasn't poop, it was fluid. He was in heart failure. Needless to say, we weren't going to let him suffer.
Chuck's in the nursing home and now both "kids" are gone.
It's a good thing I never grew out of stuffed animals. I think I'll be sleeping with a pile of them for a while....
Love to you all,
Pat

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 1st, 2025 09:42 pm
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All the peaches are ripening. It's a race between the trees and the rats and squirrels gnawing them off while still mostly green.

Also, the oaks are dropping little acorns, gearing up for the big acorn drop.
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