Well-positioned poets

July 12, 2026

(I have so many things to write about that I’m just throwing up my arms and posting about the most trivial thing to come my way today; this is about my misreading of one word from an article in The Economist issue of 7/4/26). The item “American power: Strength in numbers: An empirical look at America on its 250th birthday reveals a country that is mighty — but becoming less dominant” begins with a compressed history of the American economy, from 1820 on. Then (with my misreading bold-faced):

Fuelled by war, colonisation and the industrial revolution, the British Empire overtook China as the world’s largest economy around 1840, when the first opium war between the countries was under way.

… The invention of the cotton gin in 1793 and brutal deployment of slave labour meant that the country produced most of the world’s cotton by the 1850s. America expanded, often violently, westward, gaining natural resources that would be the envy of the world.

Sprawling forests supplied timber for rapid construction. Well-positioned poets and the sweeping Mississippi river provided routes for export. …

Much as I love the idea of well-positioned poets providing economic heft — I am something of a poet myself — the actual text was of course about well-positioned ports, not poets. I just have poetry on the brain.

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Name that tree

July 10, 2026

Yesterday (in “A new leaf”) I reported on moving house, ending with

so, so tired — bone-exhausted — but extremely far from settled in [at Avant, my new place], just enough to take my meds and eat some food. Barely able to speak anymore. … Now it’s nap or pass out.

But I digressed long enough to comment on the pleasures that a wall of windows affords me, among them

… a beautiful big tree filling much of the space just outside my window

I then had one of the world’s great midday naps, long and deep, an immensely satisfying kaleidoscopic story dream with an astounding sound track. I was then equipped to get through the rest of it, during which I was unable to work through any of the routines of my daily life without strokes of great error, utter confusion, and incomprehensible ignorance. But persevered.

Meanwhile the number of things I have embarked on posting about has soared towards the triple digits (meaning that I will fail at a lot of it and will have to learn to live with that). But persevere. Have even experienced some periods of calm (while panic and despair clamor at my door) in which I appreciate simple pleasures. Like that tree.

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A new leaf

July 9, 2026

Just to reassure you that I did get moved into the Avant community yesterday, mostly with things in a disorganized mess. At the moment, so, so tired — bone-exhausted — but extremely far from settled in, just enough to take my meds and eat some food. Barely able to speak anymore.

I love the room I work in. Full of light, with a wall of windows looking out from the third floor onto the neighborhood, with the foothills looming in the distance, El Camino Real and the smaller El Camino Way right in front of me, with people going by below me and a beautiful big tree filling much of the space just outside my window.

My address is now 4041 El Camino Way #3003, Palo Alto 94305. My e-mail address and phone number are unchanged, though the phone seems to be mysteriously nonfunctional at the moment (e-mail is fine, and the tv works the way it’s supposed to). Restaurant food delivery works (I go down to pick it up at the front desk), so I assume groceries will too.  (I get my own breakfast, because I eat it at 4 am; and lunch isn’t part of the ordinary package.)

Now it’s nap or pass out.

B A still in P A

 

Overnight delivery

July 6, 2026

The backstory, from my 7/5 posting “A Catch-22 of sorts”:

Now, I understood that this particular Sunday was going to be part of a long solitary holiday weekend, so I thought to lay in extra supplies. I would, in fact, give myself a holiday gift: Naked Sword’s well-crafted gay porn DVD Spain in the Ass 3 (2026) — sorry about the regrettable name — which I put in a rush order for, so it would arrive before Sunday (today).

But then [because my Xfinity tv account had been closed at Ramona St. (where I still am) and a new one created at the independent living community Avant (where I will be moved on Wednesday 7/8)] I no longer had any way of playing it here on Ramona St. And in fact, it seems that the shipment was diverted to Avant anyway, so the DVD is not where I am.

But then…

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A Catch-22 of sorts

July 5, 2026

Mail from me to Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky (who is, in principle, away on holiday with Opal Armstrong Zwicky for the Independence Day weekend), sent at 6:06 am on 7/4 (hugely expanded here):

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Overnegation strikes the USPS

July 3, 2026

In today’s mail, a big card from the United States Postal Service; the crucial sentence is bold-faced:

Official Change-Of-Address Validation
The Postal Service has received a Change-Of-Address order asking us to forward mail from this address for ARNOLD MELCHIOR ZWICKY …
The Postal Service utilizes two-factor authentification to verify Change-Of-Address requests. The purpose of this notification is to provide additional opportunity to confirm this request to forward mail is correct.

If you are not ARNOLD MELCHIOR ZWICKY no further action is required.

If the person listed did not ask the Postal Service to forward their mail, please dispute this Change-Of-Address [details of dispute schemes follow]

It could hardly be clearer from the context that the bold-faced sentence should read:

If you are ARNOLD MELCHIOR ZWICKY no further action is required.

(Well, if you are ARNOLD MELCHIOR ZWICKY and you intended to submit a Change-Of-Address order. It’s a genuinely complex situation; there are people who attempt to harm and harass others by filing malicious Change-Of-Address orders.)

 

 

 

National days 2

July 3, 2026

Yesterday — in my posting “National days”, a Peruvian (delivering food to my house) celebrated US Independence Day on my behalf:

My dinner for June 27 was delivered by a courier bubbling over in delight about the coming Fourth of July, which he identified as my national day (adding that he was Peruvian and his national days came at the end of July…)

In the posting, I played things the way the courier framed them and didn’t appreciate that he was probably also full of delight in America’s liberation day on his own behalf. Meanwhile the news was just coming in that the US government had launched a hugely expanded program of detention and deportation affecting many groups, including Latinos / Hispanics of all sorts — making a decidedly bitter day of liberty for all.

And now today. Another food delivery, brought to me by Jaime, a courier new to me, Mexican I think. Who also bubbled over in smiles, then stood smartly to attention, and gave me a proper military salute. As a representative of my (in his eyes) wonderful country. Of which I am now deeply ashamed.

I did not burst into bitter tears, there’s a triumph. I considered offering him namaste as the only imaginable gesture of peace, humility, and respect for him, but realized it was probably alien to him.  Settled for a bow to him and heartfelt thanks. I couldn’t do a salute, it’s way too military.

I should have stood back up and recited my Credo, the text I committed to heart long before we had to study it in school, committed to memory because I am a true child of the Enlightenment; while I came to a personal understanding of great wickedness early in my life, I was also given this gift of ideas:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 

You must understand that in the context, all men conveyed ‘all people’ — but beyond that I choose to take this declaration of belief at face value, to let the wonderful words shine through.

 

National days

July 2, 2026

My dinner for June 27 was delivered by a courier bubbling over in delight about the coming Fourth of July, which he identified as my national day (adding that he was Peruvian and his national days came at the end of July — surprising details below). I suppressed my complex reservations about American Independence Day (some of which I will unload later) and chose not to add that we were at the eve of one of my people’s celebratory days — Stonewall Day, June 28 (the tank top I was wearing had a rainbow flag on it) — though I did point to my gym shorts, whose white cross on red is in fact the Swiss flag, adding that Swiss national day was coming in August (August 1, to be precise). I didn’t develop the theme of my absurd pride in the remnants of Swissness that cling to me, most especially the egalitarian, aristocrat-free ideals the federation has espoused since the original alliance was formed in 1291, over 7 centuries ago; there is nothing like it in all of Europe.

After he left, I checked out the Fiestas Patrias peruanas, or Peruvian National Holidays, which officially are celebrations of Peru’s independence from the Spanish Empire (Wikipedia entry here), but in fact have become an entire holiday season, in character very much like the secular Christmas season (at, however, the end of July). It sounds delightful.

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Mononga Hela!

July 1, 2026

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit, the sultry bunnies of July! But they are no match for Mononga Hela, the monstrous snake that swallows fat Carnegie melons, prodigious feral boars, and of course entire railway trains whole — the fearsome creature that in popular lore is said to have consumed all of western Pennsylvania in a fit of pique. Mononga Monga Ooga Gila Hellmouth!

But first, the Zippy strip from 6/27:


Beyond spelling: Zippy appreciates the power of the name Monongahela; and of course potrzebie, but the word for the day is Monongahela

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We believe

June 30, 2026

🐅 🐅 🐅 tiger tiger tiger to bring June to a close, anticipating the hot summer rabbits of July

In the days of the Arnold and Isaac Seminars on Belief that have animated my Ramona St. condo in recent months — Isaac’s a deeply pious fundamentalist Fijian Christian and I’m an amiable non-believer, with an excellent early life in mainstream, socially progressive American Lutheran and Episcopal churches — every so often we hit a note that resonates deeply for both of us. In my 6/24 posting “Jesus pyjamas, and a sweatshirt”, we discovered that we both found the parable of the lost sheep (told in the gospels of both Matthew and Luke) particularly moving.

A bit before this, I astounded Isaac by being able to (still) reel off great chunks of the Nicene Creed from memory, but broke up at one point in an excess of emotion over two words. And discovered that Isaac thought those two words were in fact the point of the creed, a distillation of transcendent faith in unseen marvels. Underlined in the extract below (there are variations in the text, so this might not be exactly as you remember it; and remember that this is a translation into English):

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