Friday, August 21, 2026

American Public Schools

Over on Reddit, someone was puzzled about why US schools start so early. When I was in high school, for example, I had to be at the bus stop by 6.30, which meant I woke up at six, dressed, and left the house in about fifteen minutes. I dropped my little brother at the baby sitter's on the way. I would buy "breakfast" at a food truck near the school, after the bus dropped me off at around 7:45. It was a cheap sugary sweet roll, usually. 

Why start so early?

My mother taught in the Orleans Parish public schools, and had to be on campus by 7:15; she had to leave the house before six to get there in time. My father left for work every day at about four a.m. (He didn't get home until well past seven at night.) Schools in America have this schedule because pretty much every parent was working a similar schedule.

I would often fall asleep in my second period class (sociology) and sleep right through the entire class. (I read the textbook, and made an A, which pissed off the teacher.) 

When I got home -- my bus left the school at three and I reached the bus stop around 4:15 -- I would pick up my brother from the baby sitter and then start supper. My mother got home around 5:00. I also had to do the dishes and deal with the laundry and take care of my brother. Homework, you ask?

Also, why weren't my two older brothers (one two years younger than me, one a year older) doing any of the housework? They also had jobs. My younger brother was a bag boy at a grocery store, and my older worked for a lighting company. I briefly held a job, working at McDonalds, but the manager scheduled me to work from 4:00 until closing, which meant I got home at about 2:00 a.m., and still had to get up at six a.m.

If we actually wanted to educate children, school would start around 10:00 a.m. and let out at four, with a mandatory two hour study hall from two until four. No one under sixteen would have a job, and no one who hadn't yet finished school would work more than two hours a day.

But we don't want educated kids in this country. We want workers. That's what the schools are set up to do -- make it possible for parents to work.

I got very little actual education from middle school on -- I spent most of my time reading books on my own, or, at recess, talking to my friends. In high school, the teachers would often give us what they called "free periods," when we didn't have to do anything but stay reasonably quiet. I would escape from my classroom and go find one of my friends, and we would play cards. Or if the teacher caught me trying to escape, I would read novels while around me people played music on their radios and danced and squabbled. I would often finish two novels a day -- I always took at least two books to school with me.

My most indelible memories of high school are those: reading novels, playing card games with my friends, and boredom while the teacher 'taught' us nothing at all. I remember being assigned to write a paper on a book from a list the English teacher gave us. I picked Jane Eyre, which I was way too young to read. "Write a paper" was the entire assignment. I had no idea how to write an English paper, and the teacher didn't bother explaining or showing us how to write a paper, except to say she "didn't want a book report." What did she want? I had no idea. 

French class was my favorite, because the teacher actually taught us. She left at the end of my freshman year, and after that I went over to the boy's high school to take Latin. (The girl's school did not offer Latin, or physics, which I also wanted to take.) The Latin teacher actually taught as well. Probably that's how I ended up with a PhD -- that was a way to keep taking Latin and Greek.

But other than those two courses, and a history class my junior year, no teaching occurred. I remember sitting in chemistry class so bored I drew little circles at the top of my paper and inked them all end, one per minute, for the last 20 minutes of class.

Every fall, I'm still glad I don't have to go back to high school.


Thursday, August 20, 2026

Weather Report

It's been killing hot over the past week, with highs in the 100s -- 105, yesterday. Today, the high is predicted to be 99, and the same tomorrow.

After that, it will "cool down" to highs of 95 and 96. 

But fall is in sight. Only eleven days until September, and once September hits, can fall be far behind?

Fingers crossed.


Tuesday, August 18, 2026

What and why?

All of a sudden I'm getting emails from Doug Wilson's little white nationalist hate group, up there in the Idaho panhandle.

Why?

What makes them think I'd want their Christian hate mail?

I can't figure out how to block people on gmail. Anyone know how?

From the linked article:

"So probably the best illustration of this would be church bells? Yes. Minarets? No," he said.

Why?

"Because, the public space would belong to Christ," he added.

Wilson also wants to repeal women's right to vote. When asked why, he was quick to respond.

"Because it's a good idea," he said, adding that he wants it replaced with household voting, with women only voting if they are the head of their household.


Sunday, August 16, 2026

What I'm Reading Now

Still reading SF novels for reviews, but also a lot of Stephen Graham Jones. He's a horror writer, and usually I do not like horror, but he's really good. So far I've read these books by him:

(1) Mongrels, which is a werewolf novel about a family (father, brother and sister and the child of another sister) living in isolation -- that is, they don't know any other werewolves -- and trying to figure things out. The lore in this is great, as are the characters. The werewolves are poor/working class, which is not something you usually see. In general, most of Jones's characters are working class and poor, and lots of them are Indians, as is Jones.

(2) Buffalo Hunter Hunter, which is what it says on the tin, a hunter who hunts buffalo hunters during the latter half of the 19th Century. The hunter is an Blackfoot Indian who has watched his people being decimated by white invaders. He's also a vampire. Some great detail and lore here too.

(3) Don't Fear the Reaper. This is the second in a trilogy and I read it first, so it's pretty stand-alone. I have to go find the others now. Anyway, it's a book about a small town on a lake where slasher movies, or rather their plots, keep happening. Like a lot of Jones's work there's some meta-fiction happening here. I like the writing and the characters more than the story, as I am not into slasher movies. But the writing is good enough to keep you reading.

Also recently read:


Margaret Atwood, Book of Lives, a Memoir of Sorts

A sort of a memoir of Atwood's life, this is surprisingly fun, with a lot of droll bits. 

I say surprising because I've only read a couple books and stories by Atwood and they were all very bleak. Atwood addresses this in the memoir, referring to herself as a kind of Jekyll and Hyde creature, with dark stories to tell while she has lived cheery life and is (apparently) a cheerful person. Anyway, this is nearly 600 pages long and I enjoyed every page.


Richard Russo, Under the Falls

This is Russo's new book, and of course I read it. I will read anything by Richard Russo. I thought it would be a sequel to Empire Falls, or maybe set in the same universe, but no, it is stand alone. It's okay. A musician name Tyler returns to Stone Mountain, his hometown, which he fled at age 18, to give a benefit concert. He doesn't want to be there, and most of the very small town doesn't want him there. As he's fleeing town after the concert, his limo is run off the road by -- someone. That's the mystery in the plot.

The main flaw, probably, is length. Russo doesn't do well with short fiction, and this is a very short novel. Because it is so short, none of the characters except Tyler really get developed. I don't really believe that some of these characters would do the things they're supposed to be doing, but that's at least partly because the characters are so undeveloped. Tyler is about 30, also. Russo's writing about a kid who is my kid's age, except he's fabulously wealthy, and a rock star. The parts where Tyler is writing music, those work, but Tyler doesn't feel like a 30 year old living in 2025, or whenever this book is supposed to have taken place.

The novel is readable, but it is far from Russo's best novel. That one is Nobody's Fool, which is one of the ten perfect novels in the world. If you've never read Russo, start with that one, not this one.


Lee Smith, Silver Alert

Another very short novel, but unlike Russo's, very well done. Lee Smith wrote two of my favorite books, Fair and Tender Ladies and Saving Grace. She is really good at voice and place. Silver Alert is set in Florida, among the hyper-wealthy and the underclass who serve the wealthy. Even more characters than Russo's novel, but all brilliantly well-developed. One of the main characters is a guy whose wife has dementia -- he's got heaps of money, and (despite that, I started to say) is kind and likable and doomed. The other main character, a woman of about 20, is desperately poor, without a family or any real resources. Smith does a great job with this character as well.

Very short, an easy read, and despite the subject matter not at all depressing. 10/10, even though I wanted it to be longer.


D. E. Stevenson, The Young Clementina

I was delighted to find a Stevenson I had not yet read. This is not her best work, though. Written in the early 1930s, this one has the flaws of its time (casual racism, silliness about measuring people's heads to figure out how evolved they are, 'old maids' of 33) and the entire plot is based on a lie one character tells which destroys (almost destroys) the lives of everyone, including that character. This is not how people behave -- why just believe someone one person says? Why not go talk to one another?

It reminds me of a line in one of Mary Renault's books, where one character, puzzled, says to another, "I think you must have read a lot of silly books, or something."

Anyway, if you want to read Stevenson, this is not the book to start with, as engaging as I found the young Clementina. 


Dean Koontz, Going in the Dark

Did not finish. 

EDITED TO CORRECT: My kid DOES NOT LIKE KOONTZ, thank God. likes Koontz, so I've been trying to read one of his novels to see why. This one starts well, with some meta-fictional stuff and a promising plot (the four main characters all have amnesia around  some mysterious event in their young adulthood), but I could not get through the first half. Edited to add: The kid is furious that I slandered him on the blog. He has never even read Koontz.

One problem is how Koontz over-writes, taking three pages to tell you someone has blonde hair. The real flaw, though, is that Koontz does not understand people, so he writes people who behave in ways no human being would actually behave. The academic in this book is shown to us through the eyes of her son, who hates her, so I tried to go with the ridiculous portrayal of an academic. Of course she is unrealistically awful, the son hates her. That sort of thing. But even with that, I could not believe this character, or the way her son engages with her. Same for the rest of the characters. Koontz has been reading too much social media or something.

Koontz also lards in his kind of silly political opinions throughout, generally debunked nonsense about renewable energy, for example. I could wince past those if I could have believed the characters, or cared about what was (maybe?) happening to them. 

Edited to add: It is Clive Barker my kid likes. Maybe I will give him a try instead.

I have another Koontz book on hold at the library. I am giving him ONE MORE CHANCE.



Saturday, August 15, 2026

The Students Return

It's a college town, and I knew that when I moved here.

But JESUS, this first weekend they're back is a nightmare.

Traffic like you wouldn't believe, which would be horrible even without the record-cracking heat we're having; and all the restaurants (except the one we took the kid and his husband to for lunch) are just jammed.

The restaurant we went to, known as the Bloom Cheese collective, is tiny and services mainly cheeses and cheese boards, as well as sandwiches with things like fig jam on cheese; and also we got there around 1:30, so there weren't that many people there. The food was fantastic. I had the fig jam one. Amazing bread, and of course great cheese.

10/10, will go again, hopefully on some weekend when the traffic doesn't give me a migraine.




Friday, August 14, 2026

Stolen from Bluesky

Introduce yourself with the thing that almost killed you.

Me: Hi! I'm thyroid cancer!

Though honestly it could also be

Me: Hi! I'm streptococcus bacteria!

Or

Me: Hi! I'm the measles!

or

Me: Hi! I'm kidney stones!

or

Me: Hi! I'm riding a bike without a helmet and having a wreck at age 28!

What about y'all?


Thursday, August 13, 2026

Learning French on Duolingo

I'm on my second trip through the French course on Duolingo. 

The first time I went through it, I used the free course, and learned basic things about grammar, as well as establishing a lexicon.

This time through, I signed up for Duolingo Max (it's about $150/year). This gives me help with errors, explaining what I'm doing wrong; it also lets me "talk" to the characters, via phone calls and role play. There also seems to be more talking and listening involved in the lessons this time through -- before, I was mainly reading and writing. Now about half the lessons involve speaking and listening.

That's made a big difference. I can (mostly) understand spoken French now, and because I get feedback on my spoken French, I can see where I'm fucking up.

It's also helping me with reading French -- I can now read French stories and novels if they are not too hard, and with the occasional help of a dictionary.

I've started trying to learn Russian, but that course doesn't give as much help as the French one does. The Latin and Greek courses as similarly useless, giving almost no help with the grammar or with errors. And I've been learning chess as well -- that course is pretty good, at least so far. (I knew the basics of chess, but nothing about the strategy or why certain moves were better than others.)

If you can justify spending the money, I'd go for Duolingo Max, is what I'm saying. 



Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Energy Audit Achieved!

Our co-op does free energy audits. The guy came today, looked around the house and in the attic. Verdict: we need more insulation, and we need sealing around the pipes and doors. Also, the can lights need to be changed out.

Good news: almost all of this, the co-op will do for free, including parts and labor. The insulation they'll pay half of, which is still a lot.

Thanks to Nicole and Maggie for suggesting this step!


Tuesday, August 11, 2026

Words Words Words

Back in graduate school, in the writing workshops, we were told that Tolstoy said you could use the word 'suddenly' just once in a 1200 page novel. I have no idea if this is true, but I passed the rule on in my workshops.

Working on Velocity 4, I'm wondering how often I can use the word 'dubiously.' As in, "Are you sure?" she asked dubiously.

What do y'all think?



Monday, August 10, 2026

Heat Dome

We're in a heat dome -- also known as a "thermal death ridge" -- for the foreseeable future.

It's worse down in the Fort where I used to live, where every day from now until September is going to be over 100 degrees. But it's hot enough here, and the humidity is worse.

I cower inside, between my two fans. It's still hot though.



Sunday, August 09, 2026

Weather Report

I was hoping coming to the end of the dog days meant we'd get cooler weather for awhile, but nope:



Highs in the high 90s and 100s for the foreseeable future. UGH.

The AC cannot keep up with this heat -- it takes until 9:00 before the inside temperature finally gets below 72 degrees. (I need it to be in the 60s to sleep.) I spend the day sitting between two fans and whimpering.

Six more weeks of summer.


Saturday, August 08, 2026

Shamus the Wonder Dog

Shamus has figured out how to get his collar off. I've never seen him actually do it, so I don't know what he's doing -- he just shows up with the collar in his mouth, looking very pleased with himself.

Soon he's going to figure out how to open doors, and then I'm really fucked.


Tuesday, August 04, 2026

Honestly Glad to be Out of the Classroom

Our local public schools are moving away from screens and back to paper and books -- which is a good thing, mind you -- and the university where my kid teaches and his husband attends is similarly going back to paper exams and quizzes.

This is, of course, because of AI. No one was doing the work, or even bothering to read the exams, for the most part. They simply asked AI to write their answers. This also meant, frequently, no one came to class -- why should they, when they knew they could cheat their way through the exams and lab reports?

So it's back to paper. Which, mind you, I approve.

But I am so glad I don't have to read 125 essays a month written in the scrawl that passes for handwriting these days. It was bad enough back when I first started teaching, in the 1980s and 1990s, when kids grew up writing everything by hand.

The answer is smaller classes for writing-intensive classrooms. You'll never get the university boards to agree to that, though.


Monday, August 03, 2026

What I'm Watching Now

I've been watching the YouTube videos put out by Andraz Egart, who describes himself as "a twenty-five year old adventurer from Slovenia," and who climbs mountains and camps overnight in public bivouacs and other places.

I don't know why I'm so fascinated with these. Egart has a nice sense of humor, and the scenery is great, but a lot of the time I'm clutching my hair and yelling at the screen, "You're crazy! What are you doing! DON'T DO THAT!"

I think I might like seeing what the bivouacs look like inside. There are usually multiple bunks or sleeping spaces, and sometimes a wood-burning stove, though not always. People leave extra food for other climbers, or blankets, or wood. We don't have anything like that here in Arkansas, but on the other hand we probably don't need it. It would be hard to get far enough away from a town to need shelter. Also, of course, the US does not believe in the public good. Or at least the South does not.

Anyway, they're usually thirty to forty minutes long and I watch them at 1.3 speed, usually one every evening. They're what I watch when I am too tired to read.




Sunday, August 02, 2026

Sleep Paralysis

Ugh, I just had sleep paralysis again.

This is maybe the third time I've had it, and this time it was filled with auditory and scent hallucination. Like, I could hear a TV blaring (we don't even own a TV) and smell someone cutting up onions. (No onions were being cut up.)

I keep trying to move and dreaming I had moved and then prying my eyes open to see I still had not moved. I was utterly locked into position.

Finally I tried yelling for Dr Skull. I think I dreamed I was yelling at first, but then I did actually yell for him. And after that I was able to move.

About ten minutes later he came hobbling into the living room, where I was still lying on the couch. "Were you calling for me?"

Anyway, 0/10, don't like that.