a nice walk, a day after the blizzard

Feb. 24th, 2026 03:24 pm
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I have just been out for a walk, a day after the blizzard: bright blue sky, temperature around freezing, and most but not all of the sidewalks have been cleared, so I walked down the middle of the street for a bit. The turkey flock that hangs out on Egremont Road is now up to at least 12 birds, two of which were sitting on a railing. [We got 16-18 inches of snow, I think--the official number from the airport is 16.5, which is significant, but a lot less than this storm dumped on some places.]
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I don't expect much from Goodreads, but I was still surprised to learn that Goodreads members have named The Hunger Games as the "best book ever"!

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I was reading this morning's edition of Dan Rather's Substack newsletter, where he was writing about the song "Stand By Me". (Apparently he writes about a song or musician every Sunday.)

Anyway, he mentioned that "Stand By Me" was "numbered among the Recording Industry Association of America’s 25 Songs of the Century." This naturally got me curious: A ranked list of things? That's like catnip to me!

So I went to look for it. Turns out that there's no such things as the RIAA "25 Songs of the Century." What there is is the "Song of the Century" list, produced by the RIAA in conjunction with the NEA and Scholastic Inc. It's a list of 365 songs. So where did Rather get this idea of "25 Songs of the Century"? Because "Stand by Me" is #25 on the list, and the Wikipedia entry for "Songs of the Century" only includes the top 25 songs on the list. Apparently Rather (or, more likely, one of his research assistants) looked at the Wikipedia entry, didn't read the text carefully, and based on the table of songs assumed that it was a list of 25 songs.

If you read the text carefully, not only do you get the correct number of songs. You also start to question the RIAA's methodology for creating the list. According to the entry, "[h]undreds of voters, who included elected officials, people from the music industry and from the media, teachers, and students" were asked to select the songs. These voters were selected by the RIAA (and one is forced to ask "how many students does the RIAA know?"), and of the 1300 voters selected, only 200 responded. Seems kind of sloppy and haphazard.

Then, if you read the list, you see that the voters were rather sloppy and haphazard in their definition of a song: #7 on the list is the entire album of West Side Story, which is not "a song." Altogether there are 18 albums on the list: 11 Broadway shows, 6 jazz albums, and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Obviously I don't have a copy of the instructions that the RIAA sent to the voters, but I think we can all agree that (with the exception of Thick as a Brick and possibly a few others) an album is not a song.

Also, just as an aside, I think 2001 (when this survey was conducted) was a bit premature to be choosing the most impactful songs of the 20th century.

All that being said, I think any other such list would be just as subject to being haphazard and subjective, and on skimming over the list I do think it would be an enjoyable and/or interesting list to listen to. Plus, unless you were born on February 29, you can figure out what day of the year you were born on and then look at the complete list and see what song your birthday corresponds to. (Mine is "Fight the Power" by Public Enemy.)

Medicare advantage, again

Feb. 20th, 2026 08:41 pm
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While I was dealing with trying to figure out whether I could see my psychiatrist, and what it would cost if so, I got an email from medicare.gov about the Medicare Advantage "open enrollment" period: anyone who enrolled in a Medicare Advantage (part C) plan at the end of the previous year can change to a different Medicare Advantage plan between January 1 and March 31st. I decided that it would be worth it to get into a PPO instead of the HMO I had somehow signed up for, even though it means I'll be starting over on the annual out-of-pocket maximums for prescription drugs and for medical care generally. I put the application in this afternoon, and was told the process might take 10 days, but I also think it's supposed to be effective the first day of the month after I requested the change. My confirmation email from Medicare says the plan will notify me after they verify my information and confirm my enrollment, so I will wait and see.

Fortunately, I can afford to do this, rather than having to find new specialists who are in that stupid HMO's network, or spend large amounts to see my current doctors. (Switching now is expensive because I take one very expensive drug, the Kesimpta.)

PSA: archive.today not trustworthy

Feb. 20th, 2026 04:15 pm
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Wikipedia has blacklisted the site archive.today a.k.a. archive.is, .li, .ph, .fo, .md, and .vn), because Wikipedia editors discovered that the pseudonymous owners of the site were altering some archived pages. The alterations inserted the name of a blogger that the pseudonymous person who runs archive.today has a grudge against, because the blogger speculated about their identity.

Wikipedia editors were already debating whether to blacklist the site, after discovering it was being used in a distributed denial-of-service attack against that same blogger. The argument for blacklisting the site was straightforward: archive.today captchas were running malicious code on people's computers. The argument against was that it would be difficult to replace hundreds of thousands of links, an argument that made sense only as long as the saved websites were considered trustworthy.

My decidedly non-expert hunch is that using the site to look at static content behind a paywall is probably safe unless the site asks you to complete a captcha.
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I finished the third book in the trilogy just before going to sleep last night. It was a good read, but when all is said and done, I feel like there are a number of loose ends that, when tugged at, cause the whole thing to threaten to fall apart, if not to actually do so.

My main objection is the rest of the world. The events in the trilogy happen in the US, and we're told in mentions here and there that the rest of the world is different, likely doing better. But, except for a couple of very specific events — which are instigated by Americans — the rest of the world just stays out. The closest analogy I can think of is North Korea. Except that North Korea invests a lot in its military to keep the rest of the world out, whereas Kress's America seems to have no functioning military, or at least none that ever gets mentioned. It's like the rest of the world just goes "Oh, they're crazy. Let's stay out of there." Which doesn't seem likely, because people have time and time again demonstrated a complete inability to leave people alone.

And while the ending of the final volume is somewhat more satisfying than the ends of volumes 1 and 2, it also very much sets it up for Kress to potentially write a fourth book. And not a small opening. Imagine if Lord of the Rings had ended with a bookseller unpacking a crate of old books they'd just bought, finding a copy of How to Make Rings of Power: Complete and Unabridged by Sauron and trying to decide whether or not to put it on the shelf.

So more or less a mixed reaction. Some parts I though were good, some parts not so good. Thought-provoking, though not necessarily in the ways the author intended.

Also, I've got one comment on the physical book (and so nothing Kress could have done anything about): Maybe publicity works different in publishing, or maybe the publicity department at Tor in the mid-'90s had never heard of "underpromise then overdeliver," but I found the front cover text on this book kind of hilarious:

First Wells's The Time Machine,

then Clarke's Childhood's End, now...

BEGGARS RIDE

NANCY KRESS

Ash Wednesday

Feb. 18th, 2026 07:18 am
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One of the downsides of working from home (also not having a car but that's more about convenience in this particular case) is that getting to church for Ash Wednesday is more of a struggle for me.  When I still went into my office, I could take a longer lunch and go up to the church closest to me for the noontime service.  Last year, I was able to go since it was on the way home from a training and figured at the very least I could get ashes on the corner if I didn't make the service over at St. Paul's.  As luck would have it, I made the service.  I don't go to church regularly much anymore but St. Paul's is a good place to go when I do.

This year, my time is stacked because I've to to leave work early for something else and I didn't necessarily want to take the whole day off. I did do the readings for the day, which conveniently come in email (yay, technology).  Also, I have chosen a saint for Lent Madness - this is new for me but hey, having saints duking it out in a March Madness style bracket cracks me up. I am pulling for Marina the Monk, who wanted to join a monastary rather than get married (her dad was going to marry her off and join a monastary himself and she said nope, let's be monks together) and dressed as a a young man to join up.I was previously unfamiliar with her story but the Episcopal Church added her to the liturgical calendar in 2022. She's been long venerated in Easter Orthodox and Coptic Orthodox Churches. 

I love saint stories.  They start out pretty tame but then you run into something like, "Oh, by the way, there was that thing with the snakes and it was pretty amazing."

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I realized over the weekend that I hadn't checked on those insurance/medical specialist referrals, and when I did check, they were all sitting in MyChart, but hadn't been sent to the insurance company. The insurance chat agent was able to tell me that yes, they need to be in their system, and gave me a fax number to give my GP's office. So I called this morning (yesterday having been a holiday) and asked my doctor's office to do that, urgently, because I'm seeing Dr. Awad tomorrow.

When nothing had happened by midday, Adrian suggested I call the insurance company and ask whether it would be OK if they received the referral after the appointment, on the theory that this probably happens a lot. So I called, and they said yes it would, so I'm going to cross my fingers, and didn't call to reschedule that appointment.

I also finally managed to talk to my Fidelity advisor, and set up a three-way call with him and BNY (where the inherited IRA is). That involved a lot of waiting on hold, and the agent saying he needed to check one more thing.... He then told me that it would take more time for them to figure out where that unexpected balance came from, and they had to figure that out before they could transfer the money. No, I don't know why: the balance information is from their system. So someone is supposed to call me back, hopefully soon, and then I hope they will either transfer the money to Fidelity, or be willing to send me a check for the balance and close the account.

It took me a little while to figure out why I was feeling worn out, but at least part of it is that I made multiple phone calls, and everything is still in process, if not in limbo. A bowl of Lizzy's "chocolate orgy" ice cream helped some.

On top of everything else, my gum is bothering me again ("again" because it's a problem for a day or two, then it's fine for a while, and then recurs).
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Over the weekend, I got the news that two members of extended communities that I’m part of had passed on.

Mike Lee, I never met in person. He taught non-classical gung fu—the style developed by my own teacher, Jesse Glover, and there’s a great deal more to that story—in Chicago, and we only ever interacted over Facebook. We had several friends in common, however, from the shared martial arts community of people who knew Jesse, or who knew Bruce Lee. Or both. The man I saw on social media had that mix of genial presence and essential physical confidence that I associate with many of the martial artists and fighters I’ve known. In the memories and stories posted by family, friends, and especially students, I was brought back to the passing of my own teacher twelve years ago—not least because he appears in many of the photos and videos that people shared.

I often say that meeting Jesse was one of the most fortuitous events of my life, even though I didn’t properly appreciate it at the time. He was a remarkable man, an excellent teacher (I borrowed several of his techniques for my own library research workshops), and while I never had the drive and discipline to be a great martial artist, I learned so very much about self-defense, about myself, and about the life experiences of people very different from me. It was one of the few true mentoring relationships I’ve ever had in my life. Hearing about Mike and who he was to so many brought it all back.

Tara I mostly knew from the Mercury nightclub, which for many years was basically my living room. I loved goth music and the goth aesthetic, and Tara would greet me at the door when I’d go there to dance several nights a week. She was sarcastic and funny, and cared deeply about goth as a community, not just as a club aesthetic. I’d played my own part in supporting that community, helping to subsidize a café that operated in Seattle’s Capitol Hill for several years and became a meeting place to socialize, often before hitting the clubs. But after a time I moved on to other things, mostly stopped clubbing, and chiefly interacted with the Mercury by scrutinizing the DJs’ posted playlists for new music. I’d heard in a roundabout way that Tara’s health hadn’t been great, but it was still a shock to see, through a mutual friend’s Facebook update, that she’d passed.

If you live long enough, you’ll come to a time in your life when more people you’ve been close to will have died than will still be alive. I wasn’t close to Mike or Tara, exactly—as I said, I never met Mike in person, and Tara’s and my friendship was more one of shared context than anything else.

But I’m fifty-one years old, and there’s more of these ahead of me.
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In Search of Wikipedia’s Saviors” by Imogen West-Knights is an interesting take on the crowdsourced encyclopedia at this present moment, when the entity just agreed to terms to receive compensation for having its content leveraged by AI. When I was in library school, Wikipedia was still new enough to be looked at askance by the profession in general, though several people—including some of my classmates—recognized its potential right away. The reminder of what can be achieved by human-scale diligence is timely, as is why certain authoritarian parties would like to see Wikipedia disappear.

Kelly Jensen discusses what’s happening with the Institute for Museum and Library Services in “The IMLS Propaganda Machine Is In Full Swing”. The IMLS is one of those agencies that you’ve probably only heard of if you work in the fields it names, but what’s been going on there in terms of funding and, more troublingly, ideology ought to disturb everyone. It’s yet another example of the Trump administration redirecting funding that for years has served the public to great effect, into a partisan project that primarily serves his own self-aggrandizement.

Tracks, Tracking, and the Urge to See” is a lovely meditation by a fellow tracker on tracking as a fundamental human activity: to discern presence on the landscape through signs left behind, to construct context and ultimately meaning. It was a quest for this kind of connection that led me to tracking ten years ago, and tracking has led me in many ways to where I am now. It’s interesting to me how much tracking is showing up lately in my reading on conservation, environmental stewardship, naturalist field knowledge, and other such topics. Trackers I’ve studied with are contributing to the collection of scientific data, and even publishing papers.

I’ll admit it, the only reason I watched Henry Mansfield’s “Bend Your Knees” video is it was shot at the roller rink a mile from my house, but this song is utterly charming and the video is impressive. Especially the player of the bass drum, who like almost everyone else is doing it on roller skates.

Finally, instead of things I’ve read (except for The Body is a Doorway, which I’ve begun), here are things I’m going to read:



(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)
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(Not our actual tractor. Ours looks like this though.)

Yesterday, we managed to get a Kubota tractor—a big one, with a backhoe attachment—stuck in the mud.

Nine years ago my husband and I bought some rural acreage, most of which is unmaintained woodland. The guy we bought it from had been managing it for timber, sort of, but wasn’t very good at it. (No shade, neither are we.) What we have now is early-stage successional forest with some stands of mature trees here and there, mostly around a large wetland and on some slopes too steep for logging. We also have a number of old logging roads slowly being reclaimed by the forest, though I can attest that once you know how to look for them, this particular bit of infrastructure takes a lot longer to vanish from the landscape than you’d think.

Yesterday we were working on a patch of roadway that we’re trying to keep accessible, both to reach the further extent of our own acreage and enable access to parcels for which this road is the only access. (This concern is mostly academic because nobody’s really using those further parcels for anything except hunting, and hunters tend to walk in.)

This roadway runs along the bottom of a steep hill, at the top of which is where we’re having our house built. This is important because all the runoff from the northwestern side of that hill tends to collect at a particular spot along the roadway. What’s more, there’s a seep nearby; this patch of land never fully dries out, even in summer, when it can go for weeks or even months without raining.

I mention all of this to explain why my husband managed to get the tractor stuck in the mud yesterday. The roadbed we were working on is still pretty solid—it used to hold logging trucks, after all—but off to the sides was all soft mud. He was trying to get around some deadfall that was still blocking the roadway and also pass the truck we’d brought down to haul our tools and other gear.

If there’s a Bingo card for suburbanites trying to adopt country living, I feel like getting your tractor stuck has to be somewhere on it. Fortunately for both us and the tractor, several months ago the guy who did some excavation work for our septic system taught my husband how to use the backhoe attachment to help pull yourself out of such situations. I may have had a minor freakout when one of the tractor’s front wheels left the ground during the operation, leaving me to wonder if the seat belt that, yes, I was wearing would really keep me from falling out if the whole thing tipped over. (My husband pointed out later that his seat, back to back with mine while he operated the backhoe, was even more precarious.)

Yesterday was not the day I found out, thankfully.

The guy who taught my husband that maneuver has since retired and left the state, but if I ever run into him I’m buying him lunch. Today, I’m grateful for people like him helping fish out of water like us.

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)

Bear tracks

Feb. 13th, 2026 11:04 pm
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Last Friday I commented on Jeff VanderMeer’s essay for Orion, wherein he argued that it’s kind of silly to get obsessed with Bigfoot when there are real actual bears out there doing demonstrably interesting things.

I share VanderMeer’s love of bears, and finding bear tracks and sign is one of my favorite tracking experiences. Bears are genuinely interesting creatures who leave large and noticeable signs on the landscape, and of the mammals one is likely to find sign of in the Pacific Northwest, in a lot of ways they’re similar to us: curious, playful, clever, and willing to eat just about anything.

It’s also easy to see how bear tracks and sign might feed some people’s notions of there being Something Else out there. For example:


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area.)

Most of us will never get a closeup view of a bear’s feet, though images are easy to come by (I recommend a reliable source such as Kim Cabrera or Mark Elbroch, though—there are some really, really bad track images out there, many of them AI generated). Unless you’re a biologist, naturalist, or hunter, chances are you haven’t given much thought to what bear feet look like. As it turns out, they’re not all that dissimilar from human (though the gait is completely different, and they tend to walk with their toes canted somewhat inward).


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes. In order, from top to bottom: left front, right front, left hind, right hind feet.)

It’s not just tracks that bears leave, of course. I’ll spare you the poop photos, though rest assured, bears do in fact shit in the woods. Depending on the time of year and what’s available foodwise, the contents and consistency vary widely, but there’ll generally be more of it than what’s left by most other animals. They also have a habit of leaving their poop in the middle of trails (rude). Often the same trails humans use. The overlap of human and other-than-human trail use is an interesting subject in itself, which I’ll write about at some point. For now, suffice to say that I’ve had excellent luck placing trail cameras along roadways and walking paths.


(This camera along the driveway on our rural property in Washington State has confirmed the presence of many species, including this black bear.)

But I was talking about other signs that bears leave. An important one is marking on trees with their claws to communicate presence and territory to other bears. I’ve seen these marks in many locations now; this set came from a tree in a forest near Woodinville, WA:


(Bear claw marks on a western redcedar tree.)

Sometimes they can be hard to spot. Douglas fir bark, for instance, is so thick and flaky that you might have to look closely to see the marks:


(Black bear claw marks on a Douglas fir, Methow Valley.)

When I tell people that I’m into tracking, it’s not uncommon for people to make a Bigfoot joke. That got old approximately three seconds after the first time I heard it, but in a way it also highlights something troubling about a lot of people’s interaction with the natural world, and also why I got into tracking in the first place: Bigfoot jokes are an expression of unease over not really knowing what’s out there. Other examples are worries over being attacked by a mountain lion on a hike (supremely unlikely) or being spooked by strange noises in the woods at night (admittedly unsettling, but ordinary animals make more and weirder sounds than most of us realize). Or sharing AI videos of wild animals doing things that wild animals would never do. (A mountain lion is not going to adopt a bunch of house cats. I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to know what the mountain lion would do.)

The thing is, though, not knowing what’s out there is an addressable problem. You don’t need to become a tracker (though it’s fun!) or a biologist. All you really need is some curiosity, a field guide or two, and the willingness to spend some time learning and exploring.


(Tracking can help determine trail camera placement, though, and then you can get cool photos like this.)

You soon find that bears—and other animals—are genuinely fascinating. So are coyotes. And deer. And squirrels. And Northern Flickers. And spiders. And fungus.

Curiosity, after all, is something that we share with bears. And it’s a lot more rewarding than Bigfoot.


(Black bear investigating one of my trail cameras. The camera still worked afterward!)

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)
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The other night on the Olympic broadcast[^1], US figure skater Amber Glenn said in an interview that she is a huge fan of Magic: the Gathering and also that she is queer. So of course I had to make a custom Magic card of her!

Amber Glenn Queen of Ice

[^1] For those of you in the US who are streaming on Peacock, it was during the women's free skate section of the team competition.

Bodies are mean

Feb. 12th, 2026 07:23 am
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So, there are things and then there are Things.  The big thing is that over the past few years I've been having intermittent pain in my right leg and hip.  It started when I was rounding a corner at the Oakland Marathon 5K back in 2023. The only way I can describe it is that I stepped wrong; suddenly my hip got real twitchy and I was thinking, "Well fuck, what is this?"

Cue me not really thinking about it that much until I started having moment's where the muscles in my right leg would go slack for no good reason. i could still move my leg and what not but it just felt like the muscles went dead and then would come back online with everything feeling super tired and the like.  But I kept on with doing what I was doing: walking, biking.  Also sitting because I work from home. I sit a lot. Probably an unhealthy amount.

Anyway, fast forward to last year: my legs hadn't been great which meant I hadn't really been training like I usually do. On a good day, I can knock out 3 miles (my house to downtown Oakland and back) and not even think about it but it was becoming harder to do.  I walked the Oakland Marathon 5K, San Francisco Marathon 5K and Berkeley Half 5K.  The Berkley Half was where I finally realized that something might really not be okay.  The last part of the course takes us into the campus, past Sather Gate and then an incline up towards the Campanile.  I absolutely detest that section but I know it's there and normally I bitch in my head about it but I do it.  Last year I had to stop. Really stop. My hip was barking and so was my leg.  Not good.

I finished but I was also meeting a friend who was doing the 10K so I had to walk down from the Crescent to Civic Center Park where all the festivities were. Not a problem but I could feel my leg twitching and my brain was trying to suss out what I was feeling.  While waiting for my friend, i had a chance to talk to one of the PT folks who was there doing post race assessments (mostly to drum up business), but she did give me some good advice - i.e. it might be this thing but go talk to your primary doctor, which I did; she thought it might be sciatica.  I had some preliminary imaging done; right hip, knee and my lumbar spine.  And got a referral to PT at Berkeley Community PT.

So, the upshot is this: my lumbar spine is compressed like whoa and things aren't real happy which translates to the issues with my hip and leg. I have some degenerative things happening but that's mostly due to age.  I've been in PT for just over a month which means I have homework.I also now have a referral to orthopedics at UCSF.  They'll probably do more imaging and make a recommendation for next steps. 

Right now, as much as all of this is a pain in the ass, I am thankful I have full insurance to cover it.  Shirley is also feeling the aches and pains of her job but trying to get her to go get some body work done beyond seeing our chiropractor is a lot.  I make vague noises like, "Hey, you know, the acupuncturist has some time."

The biggest thing in all of this is having to acknowledge that I am getting older (we both turned 60 last year) and my body is changing into a newer configuration. None of what is happening is insurmountable but how I engage with sport and exercise are changing.  Right now, I'm not doing a lot beyond PT because I don't want to aggravate anything. My Garmin sits there and accuses me of not getting enough steps in.Lol.  I do have new trekking poles and I use those for walking for the extra support but I also have a touch of plantar fasciatis right now so I'm not doing a lot of that.

It rains, it pours. I remain salty about it.





Wednesday reading

Feb. 11th, 2026 07:07 pm
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January was rereading, and not much of that: Paladin of Souls, by Lois McMaster Bujold, and Sorcery and Cecilia by Patricia Wrede and Caroline Stevermer: the latter was a read-aloud, with Cattitude and Adrian switching off depending on which character the letter was from.

I also bounced off a couple of rereads, and read news and other articles online.

Just finished:

Grown Wise, by Celia Lake: another of her Albion historical romances, set in a fantasy Britain with a middle-sized community of people who use or are aware of magic. This one is set a couple of years after World War II, and people are dealing with both individual loss and trauma, and the war's effects on the land. I enjoyed this, but I don't know whether it would be confusing as a starting point. (It's the first in a new series of these books, which might help.)

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