meanwhile...
Jan. 26th, 2026 05:33 pmI've been looking at Bluesky again, in large part for news and commentary about what ICE is doing in Minnesota and elsewhere. When I've had enough for a while, I click on the "astronomy" feed I subscribed to months ago, so the first things I see are an astronomical pictures.
I did a lot of PT yesterday, and a few exercises today. It feels like I haven't gotten a lot done today, which I think is because I'd been hoping to make some phone calls (not all of them political), and assumed I wouldn't be able to take the trash out today. (The alternative to that walk along the side of the building is a spiral staircase, indoors, but spiral staircases aren't good for me, and this one is tight enough that my joints really don't like it. Cattitude can deal with it when necessary, but he's already going up and down that stair regularly to do the laundry.)
Maybe get people to sign up to the Organ Donor register instead?
Jan. 26th, 2026 07:59 pmMy feeling, on finding somebody who is apparently a reader in political theory at a well-respected institution of Teh Highah Learninz positing this, is that he may have read a lot of political theory, poor lamb, but maybe he should spend some time with dystopian science fiction if he's going to contemplate these sort of questions.
I suppose, with the Organ Donation register, there is an issue that a) it is Opt-In and b) presumably by the time many people reach that state when their organs come up for donation, those organs are probably past their Best Before date.
(I just now, in connection with an entirely unrelated transaction with a government body, was solicited to sign up with the Organ Donation Register. Already have, thanks, if anyone will want my tired old organs when the time comes.)
And on the intrusion of Commerce into this matter, has this person considered the sorts of things that have been happening - only, one admits, affecting the bodies of wymmynz? - over selling their eggs, or being surrogates, and the stories one hears are Not Pretty.
He might also consider Richard Titmuss' famous 1970 work The Gift Relationship: From Human Blood to Social Policy on blood donation:
[T]he author compares blood donation in the US and UK, contrasting the British system of reliance on voluntary donors to the American one in which the blood supply is in the hands of for-profit enterprises, concluding that a system based on altruism is both safer and more economically efficient.
(Also I am not sure about his understanding of the dynamics at play here:
In the 18th century, for example, some viewed being paid to sing as akin to prostitution, and professional opera singers, particularly women, could be deemed morally suspect. At that time, therefore, it might have seemed appropriate to subject professional singing to legal strictures, just like prostitution.
I really think this was - dependent upon local legal systems of course, but, really, don't get me started on that - much more about social stigma. Which adhered to publicly performing women for a lot longer, mate.)
(I'm also thinking - has this one cropped up on
agonyaunt or have I seen it elsewhere - of that scenario in which member of a family - even an estranged member of family - is being heavyed into being a donor for a relative because they are A Match. Was it even child adopted but later traced?)
concert review: Symphony San Jose
Jan. 26th, 2026 09:34 amBut today it finally got played, under the baton of François López-Ferrer. And it was worth the trouble to come: a firm, energetic, and zippy performance, especially notable for not letting the slow interlude sections get drippy. Concertmaster Sam Weiser was especially good in the soft middle section of the Romanze movement.
This symphony exists in two forms; Schumann originally wrote it just after his light First "Spring" Symphony, and that version bears the same air, but he set it aside and reworked it ten years later. Though the second version is more often played, it's gotten a lot of criticism for being clotted and murky, but López-Ferrer likes it better this way (as do I), calling it heavier and deeper. It's in D Minor, and ought to sound that way; it's also built on the same template as Beethoven's Fifth, and it ought to sound that way too.
Similarly, or maybe not so similarly, there are two entirely different works known as Schubert's Rosamunde Overture, both of them repurposed from other operas, both of which Schubert may have used for different performances of Rosamunde. Or maybe not; it isn't clear. Anyway, López-Ferrer wasn't sure which one SSJ had until he got here. We heard the better-known one, the one from Die Zauberharfe, and maybe it ought to be called that. It was a crisp but rather blatty rendition.
Sibelius's Violin Concerto also comes in two versions, but the revised one is always the one that's played. Despite gorgeous tone from soloist Geneva Lewis, matching her gossamer sky-blue dress, it was a dull and flaccid performance under the baton, even the finale which is supposed to be jaunty. This is what we had to sit through to get to the Schumann.
2026.01.26
Jan. 26th, 2026 10:41 amThe Glean
Video evidence contradicts federal officials’ claims after fatal shooting of Alex Pretti
Plus: DOC launches website to fight misinformation; judge bars federal officials from destroying evidence related to Saturday’s shooting; and AG Bondi makes demands for ICE withdrawal.
by Peter Majerle
https://www.minnpost.com/glean/2026/01/video-evidence-contradicts-federal-officials-claims-after-fatal-shooting-of-alex-pretti/
Quick! Somebody get a shopping bag and $50.000 cash!
Donald Trump says his administration is reviewing Alex Pretti shooting
President announces he is sending his border czar, Tom Homan, to Minneapolis as outrage mounts over killing
George Chidi and agencies
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/26/donald-trump-administration-reviewing-alex-pretti-shooting
Trump moved to cut funding for ICE body cameras and reduced oversight
Administration opposed efforts last year to expand use of cameras by immigration agents and cut oversight staffing
Reuters
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/26/ice-body-cameras-immigration-trump
Trump officials continue to push lies after fatal shooting of Alex Pretti
George Chidi
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/26/trump-administration-alex-pretti-shooting-statements ( Read more... )
On the current set of politicians leaving the sinking party
Jan. 26th, 2026 03:00 pmBut I'm not convinced there are more than a few of them left.
H'mmm
Jan. 26th, 2026 06:19 amInteresting Links for 26-01-2026
Jan. 26th, 2026 12:00 pm- 1. United Nations Declares That the World Has Entered an Era of 'Global Water Bankruptcy'
- (tags:water environment doom )
- 2. Why Minnesota Can't Do More to Stop ICE (Democratic lawmakers have few options that wouldn't trigger something like civil war.)
- (tags:civilwar usa politics )
- 3. The Lego Pokémon Line Shows Toys Are Only for Rich Adults Now
- (tags:lego pokemon toys business children )
- 4. LED lighting (350-650nm) undermines human visual performance unless supplemented by wider spectra (400-1500nm+) like daylight
- (tags:light vision doom )
- 5. What the world can learn from Paris's cycling revolution
- (tags:bicycles Paris transport cities environment )
- 6. Can South Cambridgeshire council get its work done in four days?
- (tags:work working_hours )
Charles Williams: The Descent of the Dove (2026-6)
Jan. 25th, 2026 06:52 pmBut is it? I suppose Williams certainly thought it was, but there are long passages where the Spirit is not mentioned once.
The book begins by stating that the beginning of Christendom was something that "is, strictly, a point out of time." (It must be remembered that Williams was writing as a committed member of the Church of England. That point of view will be respected throughout this review.) The history of Christendom, further, is "the history of an operation ... of the Holy Ghost towards Christ, under the conditions of our humanity; and it ws our humanity which gave the signal, as it were, for that operation. The visible beginning of the Church is at Pentecost, but that is only a result of its actual beginning - and ending - in heaven. Thus, in his first two paragraphs, he states the theme of the entire 236 pages of his book.
In those pages, he proposes to give us a history of the Church: not the "churches," nor of any particular church, but of the Church Invisible, the body of all believers in Christ, no matter what particular visible church they may belong to. It is true that, after the Great Schism, he spends far more ink on the Western than the Eastern churches; perhaps that is simply because more literature about the Western churches was available to him in English as he did his research.
I will not attempt to summarize his long and detailed argument; nor will I speak more than glancingly of his erudition. Suffice to say that I was, several times, compelled to set the book aside and use the modern wonders of the Internet to learn what he was talking about -- and in one case, even Google was stymied.
Williams seems to treat each bit of history with fairness in two senses: in that he gives an honest account of both sides' arguments, and in that he gives roughly the same amount of space to roughly the same amount of time -- with the exception that a bit of extra space is spent on the earliest years of the Church, when the fundamentals were being established.
In the end, I believe he makes this case: that the Church throughout history wanders this way and that, and wanders too far in one direction or another; and that the Holy Ghost inevitably inspires sufficient Christians with sufficient energy to act as a corrective. The Church being composed of human people, this pushes the Church in a new direction in which, inevitably it again wanders too far, requiring a new correction, leading to another wandering in a new direction.
This is not, by the way, to be taken as a suggestion that Williams was indulging in the Hegelian practice of "thesis, antithesis, and synthesis:" for several reasons, of which the greatest is that Hegel was busily inventing dialectical materialism. Perhaps Williams was, here, busily inventing dialectical spiritualism.
It's only been twelve hours since I finished the book. Honestly, it will be quite a while before I can say I've fully digested it -- if I ever do.
Ten out of ten heretical views.
About two years ago, I began a serious program of reading poetry: about half an hour a day, at bedtime; and last summer, I started in on the thirteen hundred pages of this behemoth. I finished it last night, and here we are.
One can hardly say anything about a book like this that isn't either too little or too much. I'm going to tend toward too little, and focus less on the book and more on my experience of it.
But the first thing to say is that it covers a bit over seven hundred years of poetry in the English language. (I *think* it's all British, Irish, and North American.)
Reading all this in chronological order is something of an education in how to read poetry. By this I mean that the early poems are, by and large, quite simple, and grow more "technique" as the years pass. By the time I got to "difficult" poets like Eliot, Pound, and cummings, I was ready for them -- which is not to say that I got all that there was to get out of the poems provided here, but that at least I wasn't totally at sea, I was able to follow the broad argument, catch some of the references (even ones that weren't explicated in the repetitive and sometimes picayune feetnote).
I certainly came away with some new favorites: Donne, both Brownings, Byron, and Dickenson come to mind, but there are others I want to follow up on. There were a few I was disappointed not to see in there -- for example, Ogden Nash, Tom Disch, and Marilyn Hacker. Yes, Nash was a humorist, but there were some mighty silly poems in the book. I suppose the other two were still too obscure in 1975.
I ended up with twin feelings of accomplishment and relief. I cannot imagine myself ever doing this again, though I will keep it around and sample certain poems again, many times.
9 out of 10 obscure references
David Weber, ed.: Challenges (2024-4)
Jan. 25th, 2026 04:01 pmMarissa Wolf: "One Controllable Step." A medical drama set in the earliest days of the Star Kingdom of Manticore, shortly after it has become a Kingdom. The protagonist is Sofia Agbayani-Reyes, a brilliant young doctor from the planet Beowulf (a planet noted for its medical and biological facilities) who is part of a mission sent to Manticore to help out with a virus that has jumped from the local biosphere to humans: only the second time in the history of the explored Galaxy this has happened. The virus in question is highly contagious and very deadly, so the visiting medics are set up in an isolated, sterile lab where they can process samples without coming into contact with them.
This is a race against time, not only to save the people of Manticore, but also because another mission will arrive in eight months, headed by Sofia's professional nemesis, the one doctor of her generation whose genius has repeatedly overshadowed her own; by the time he does arrive, she is grateful to have his help.
It's a story intended to inspire us with the heroism of the doctors; due to Wolf's rather flat writing, it tends towards bathos, which is a pity, because with better line-editing it could have been a dynamite story.
Jane Lindskold: "Deadly Delusions." Set on Sphinx in the time of Stephanie Harrington, this is a clash between four main characters, whom Linskold depicts rather deftly. The first is an ex-policeman named Arvin Erhardt, now a mechanic at an experimental station on Sphinx, Manticore's high-gravity companion world. The station is basically grinding up a lot of trees to figure out what makes them tick.
Arvin, and the station, are being observed by True Stalker of the Bright Heart Clan of treecats, who want to know what is going on here and why they are destroying all these perfectly good trees. (If you don't know: an arboreal species of small, six-legged, telepathic sentients.) He has been cautioned to keep himself from being seen.
A young woman named Jennie Beauship, who sees herself as a guardian of nature, disapproves of the station, and believes that the station is damaging the environment of a clan of treecats. She convinces her older sister, Erica, to help her on a mission to observe, then sabotage, the station's machinery.
Things get tangled up in all sorts of interesting ways.
Jacob Holo with Thomas Pope: "The Great Condiment Caper." Ensign Edward Saganami (whose name any fan of the Harrington series will recognize; he later becomes a great hero and martyr of the Manticore Space Navy), on his first tour of duty on a real starship, is assigned to the ship's Stores Division. His first real assignment? A crate of Dempsey's Sweet and Spicey Barbeque Sauce has gone missing. It is critically important, because reasons, that it be found, and Saganami gets to go find it.
Some writers would use this as a scenario upon which to build boffo yoks, either of a slapstick, Three Stooges, variety; or of a more verbally clever, Marx Brothers, sort. Holo (with Pope) does neither; he takes the situation with complete seriousness, as a sort of mystery to be solved, and turns Saganami -- with the assistance of CPO Caroline Sykes -- loose to solve it. The story follows a pretty standard set of false leads and red herrings, to a conclusion as satisfying as it is unexpected.
The writing, while not not as smooth as Lindskold's, is nowhere near as flat as Wolf's: it serves.
Daniel Allen Butler: "XO." The only story in this book to feature a space battle is, oddly, not by Weber, but this one. Lt. Commander Ellen D'Orville, Executive Officer of the HMS Ulysses (an ill-fated name), is awakened from her sleep shift by an emergency call for, first, the ship's medical officer, and, then, herself to the bridge. The Captain has suffered an extreme medical condition, and D'Orville must take command.
Herrick, the medical officer, determines that the Captain must be returned to base if he is to survive. D'Orville is surprised to be appointed commanding officer of the Ulysses for purposes of completing the ship's mission -- which is to "visit" the Torgau System, rather stealthily, staying outside its hyper limit, and simply observe traffic for a while: then return to base and report. This borders on, but does not quite cross the border into espionage.
Meanwhile, on Torgau itself, we meet some Government officials who are frustrated because they know darned well that other officials are involved in the import and (ab)use of genetic slaves in the System's asteroid mines and refineries, but unable to do anything about it.
I can't say much more without getting into something really spoily, so I won't.
David Weber: "Crystal Singer's Song." In Honor Harrington's time, a treecat, a "memory singer" from an extremely isolated clan, comes to the Commission on Sphinx where human/treecat relationships are worked out, because she has something that belongs to Honor's "clan" and will tell no one else about it.
The main body of the story, then, is a flashback four hundred and thirty years, to a pilot carrying badly needed supplies to an isolated holding. Her plane is struck by lightning, disabling both her communications and her navigation. She crashlands by luck on an island capable of supporting life.
In fact, as she eventually learns, the island is home to a clan of what she comes to think of as "tree-foxes," a long-isolated and slightly genetically drifted group of treecats. Again, no spoilers here, so I'll shut up.
None of the writers of these stories is what you'd call a "brilliant stylist," but, with the exception of Wolf, all write serviceable, readable prose that gets the story across; and the saga of the Star Kingdom reaches its fortieth volume.
Six out of ten dead pirates.
D’oh!
Jan. 25th, 2026 08:08 pmAnd there’s no delivery because of all this snow. Also, they’re nearly out of food.
Good thing I waited for the bus at the corner store - I have cheezits, coke, and a cupcake, a c food diet. (And in the morning I’ll eat some of their Cheerios!)
I nearly didn’t make it in. Couldn’t get a car, and my bus kept getting canceled, but finally one made it out of the terminal.
Culinary
Jan. 25th, 2026 06:14 pmLast week's bread held out pretty well.
Friday night supper: the hash-type-thing of boiled chopped up sweet potato, fried with chopped red bell pepper and chorizo di navarra.
Saturday breakfast roll: the adaptable soft rolls recipe, Marriage's Golden Wholegrain Bread Flour, maple syrup, sultanas.
Today's lunch: Scottish Loch Trout Fillets, poached like so, with samphire sauce, served with Ruby Gem potatoes roated in goose fat, sugar snap peas roasted in walnut oil with fennel seeds and splashed with tayberry vinegar, and padron peppers.
2026.01.25
Jan. 25th, 2026 11:07 amVideo: Klobuchar, Frey on Minneapolis shooting during immigration action
Three shootings, two fatal, have occurred during the immigration crackdown in Minnesota, and Democratic officials are asking agents to leave.
by Associated Press
https://www.minnpost.com/metro/2026/01/video-klobuchar-frey-on-minneapolis-shooting-during-immigration-action/
The man killed by a US Border Patrol officer in Minneapolis was an ICU nurse, family says
by Michael Biesecker, Tim Sullivan and Jim Mustain, AP
https://www.minnpost.com/metro/2026/01/alex-pretti-the-man-killed-by-a-us-border-patrol-officer-in-minneapolis-was-an-icu-nurse-family-says/
Video contradicts Trump’s claim man killed in Minneapolis was a ‘gunman’
Video evidence reviewed by Guardian shows Alex Pretti, killed by agents in Minneapolis, held a phone, not a gun
Robert Mackey
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/24/minneapolis-shooting-ice
Alex Pretti did not brandish gun, witnesses say in sworn testimony
Pair testify that Pretti did not hold weapon and was trying to help woman federal agents had shoved to the ground
Robert Mackey
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/24/alex-pretti-killing-witness-testimony ( Read more... )
two and a half concerts
Jan. 25th, 2026 07:27 amWhat do you do if you're conducting Beethoven's Fifth, the best-known symphony ever written? John Storgårds' answer is, lead it as if it's never been played before. The crispness, the intensity, and the variations in tempo and flow made this an exciting, even riveting, performance of the old masterworks. It helps to remember that, familiar as it now is, it's the most startling and revolutionary symphony ever written, which is what made it so iconic in the first place.
Seong-Jin Cho was probably badly cast as soloist in Shostakovich's Piano Concerto No. 1. He's good with lyrical music, but this is a clangy and rigid concerto. Cho vamped ineffectively all over the keyboard while the string orchestra got to do the lyrical part. In the back, standing up whenever he was playing, was SFS principal trumpet Mark Inouye in the second soloist part. He was billed as a soloist and got to share an encore with Cho, but he came out with the orchestra as well as was seated with them.
And the US premiere of The Rapids of Life by 40-year-old Finnish composer Outi Tarkiainen. This is perhaps the first piece of music ever written depicting the experience of giving birth: cascading down rapids is what the composer describes her rather quick labor as resembling. The comparison was not obvious from the music, which was ten minutes of fast-moving soundscape.
Sarah Cahill, Friday
Brief (one set, 70 minutes) piano recital featuring elegies and homages. Designed by the performer to bring us together in a time of loss and oppression. (The news out of the occupied territory that was formerly the state of Minnesota keeps getting worse.) I didn't attend this concert up in the City in person, but bought a livestream ticket; Old First's technicians have improved greatly since I last tried this during the pandemic. Cahill specializes in newer music, and there were pieces by the likes of Maggi Payne (written mostly for the foot pedals) and Sam Adams; also a Fugue to David Tudor by Lou Harrison that was twelve-tone (why, Lou, why?). But the bulk of the program, with each movement outweighing any other piece on the program, was Ravel's Tombeau de Couperin, which besides evoking Couperin's baroque elegance is in memory of a series of Ravel's friends who were killed in WW1.
California Symphony, Saturday
This concert was about the winds. Began with excerpts from Mozart's Don Giovanni arranged for the standard wind ensemble of the time (2 each of oboe, clarinet, bassoon, and horn), which is what they did in those days instead of playing it on the radio. Concluded with Schubert's Great C Major Symphony. Conductor Donato Cabrera pointed out that, unusually for the time, nearly all the themes are introduced by the winds, so he had the woodwind section seated in front around him (though the horns, which are just as important, stayed in back with the brass). This both magnified the sound of the winds and emphasized the parts where only the strings were playing. Pretty lively but not revelatory performance.
And the Cello Concerto by Friedrich Gulda, best-known as a pianist (he was Martha Argerich's teacher), with Nathan Chan as soloist, written in 1980 and one of the strangest and goofiest pieces of music I've ever heard. The orchestra was winds and a few brass, plus a drum kit, a bass player, and a guitarist who was mostly on acoustic but switched to an electric guitar for one section where those three played jazz/rock to alternate with the more sedate winds while the solo cello tried to keep up. Other sections included a stately minuet where the drummer switched to tambourine, and a raucous marching-band finale. Amused the audience no end.
Pimpernel Smith
Jan. 25th, 2026 05:39 amLast night I self-comforted by rewatching Leslie Howard's impassioned anti-war and anti-Nazi film Pimpernel Smith. It's all the more poignant considering the toxic hellspew going on now, and doubly so considering that he was shot down in 1943. So he didn't get to see the end that he predicted in a memorable speech in the film's final moments: he tells the German commander about to shoot him that Germany will not prevail, that they will go down an ever darker road until the terrible end. The lighting is suitably dramatic, only one of his eyes visible.
Among the many excellent quotations tossed off during the film is one by Rupert Brooke, who wrote brilliant and impassioned anti-war sonnets and prose before dying in 1915, so he, too, did not get to see the end of that horrible war. (This elegy to Rupert Brooke is worth a listen.)
Though Howard did not live to see the end, his film inspired Raoul Wallenberg to rescue Jews in WW II, which he would have applauded; the people Pimpernel Smith is rescuing are scientists and journalists imprisoned by the Gestapo.
The film is not just anti-Nazi, which is important. But unlike so many American films made at the time, with their guns-out, let's go blast 'em all attitudes, frequently using Nazi to represent all Germans, which was just as false as today's representation of all Americans as Trumpers.
It's worth remembering the Germans who did not support Hitler's regime, and lived in fear of the next horror their government perpetrated, whether on outsiders or on themselves. Many acted, many others froze in place. Kids, bewildered, tried to survive. I knew a handful of these: my friend Margo, who died ten years ago, was a young teen during the forties. Her mother had ceased communication with the part of her family that supported Hitler. She hid the books written by Jews behind the classics in their home library, and exhorted her two girls to be kind, be kind. Until Margo was sent to music camp on a Hitler Youth activity (all kids had to join) came home to find her home rubble, her mom and sister dead somewhere in that tangle of brick and cement after an Allied bombing mission. Her existence became hand to mouth, including what amounts to slave labor. She was thirteen at the time.
Another friend's mom, a Berliner in her mid-teens, had been coopted to work in the Chancellery typing reports for the German Navy, as there were no men left for such tasks. She lived with her mother, walking to and from work in all weather until their home was bombed. They lived in the rubble, drinking rain water that sifted through the smashed walls; her mother died right there, probably from the bad water; there was no medical care available for civilians, only for the army. This friend's dad was in the army--he had been a baker's apprentice in a small town mid-Germany until the conscription. He was seventeen. He was shot up and sent back to the Russian front five times. He survived it; I remember seeing him shirtless when he mowed the lawn. He looked like a Frankenstein's monster with all the scars criss-crossing his body, corrugated from battlefield stitchwork. That pair met and married while floating about in the detritus of the war. No homes, living off handouts from the occupation until the guy was able to get work as a construction laborer. (Few bakeries, though in later life, he made exquisite seven layer cakes and other Bavarian pastries for his family.)
What can we do? Keep on resisting, without taking up arms and escalating things to that level of nightmare. I so admire Minnesotans. I believe they are doing it right.