The Wellington Files

  • Guilty As Sin

    Historian Heather Cox Richardson wrote today’s poem for us. Well, she didn’t intend it to work as a poem, but it has a nice rhythm to it. She wrote it in her newsletter dated May 30, 2024:

    Trump stared blankly ahead as the verdict was read. “Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.” 

    Taylor — you wanna chime in?

    There were some real odd items in the puzzle today. How about FIENDING? The clue was “Hankering, slangily.” What? We called Miriam about it and she did not approve! It’s not in her dictionary. But less formal venues cite it as derived from “fiend.” A fiend wants something really badly, i.e., a dope fiend. And fiending takes its meaning from that.

    Then there was GAMIFY. The clue was “Make more fun and addictive, in a way.” Miriam was okay with this one. She said it’s when you add fun elements to a task to make it more palatable. Okay.

    And what about UBERIZE, clued with “Disrupt with technology, as an existing industry.” You hear of that one? Well, Mimi Webster’s not buying it. Not in her dictionary. But the Cambridge English Dictionary has it as: “to change the market for a service by introducing a different way of buying or using it, especially using mobile technology.” As Uber did to the ride service market.

    And the word that was most hated was: “Sisters are part of it:” NUNHOOD. I guess it’s parallel to the priesthood, but many found it clunky.

    So those are your words for the day today, readers: fiending, gamify, uberize, and nunhood.

    Wait — I also learned about SYNERGY, a word I had heard of but didn’t really get. The clue was good: “What might cause 1 + 1 to be greater than 2.” And here’s the dictionary definition: “the interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances, or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects.” Perfect: 1 + 1 greater than 2.

    Who’s this? Anybody know?

    It’s Anna Holmes. She was in the puzzle today as the founder of the website Jezebel. It’s a website geared towards women as a feminist counterpoint to the traditional magazines like Glamour, Cosmo, and Vogue. Holmes “hated [Glamour‘s] worship of luxury, the lack of racial diversity, and the shallowness of women’s publications generally.”

    On its first day of operation, Jezebel offered a $10,000 reward for the best example of a magazine cover photo prior to being retouched for publication. The winning entry was a photo of country singer Faith Hill from the cover of Redbook. Jezebel pointed out 11 different ways the photo had been altered, including radically distorting Hill’s left arm.

    Ellis Hicks of the Dull Men’s Club (UK chapter) wrote that it’s common knowledge that a can (tin, he calls it) of Heinz beans contains on average 465 beans. [It is?] He bought ten tins and counted all of the beans in them. In 8 of the 10 there were fewer than 430 beans. In the third tin he opened there were only 387 beans! The most beans in a tin was 483. The mean was 421.4.

    He concluded that Heinz is “diddling” its customers and will be boycotting it from now on.

    This being the Dull Men’s Club, there were over 240 comments. Many noted that if the tins were okay in terms of weight, the fewer beans might just be larger.

    One fellow said: “I’m sorry Ellis, but your entire analysis amounts to nothing more than a hill of beans.”

    Another asked: Have you stopped farting yet? And, in that vein, a fellow named Tim said he has a delicious recipe for a “239-bean casserole.” He says you have to be careful though — one extra bean and it’s “too forty.”

    Just one more — I promise!! Rosemary said her mum once bought a tin of beans from the co-op that contained only one bean and the rest was sauce. Her dad “decanted it into a Tupperware” and brought it back with the receipt. They gave him several tins by way of apology.

    It’s rare for Phil to lose his patience and walk away from an assignment. But this girl really had it coming, he says. C’mon, buddy, she’s 8-years-old. Sheesh!

    See you tomorrow!

  • A Box of Rain

    It looks like we’re not getting off Gilligan’s Island so fast. Yesterday’s notes on Mary Ann led us down an interesting path. Did you know that the seven characters on the Island represent the Seven Deadly Sins? That’s not just some silly theory — it was confirmed by the show’s creator, Sherwood Schwartz. Gilligan himself was Sloth. The “know-it-all” Professor was Pride. The Skipper was Gluttony. Mr. Howell was Covetousness/Greed. Ginger was Lust. Mary Ann was Envy (of Ginger). The only one that seems a bit weak to me was Mrs. Howell as Anger.

    Other analysts also have Gilligan as Satan, presiding over the Island/Hell. It was noted he’s always wearing red. Hmmmmmmmm.

    “In fact, what seemed to be a perfectly disarming, if somewhat frustrating, situation comedy was a representation of a Sartre-like nether-world in which the characters represent the Seven Deadly Sins, and are forced to live in unceasing torment with each other.”

    I’m not sure about the “unceasing torment” part, but I like the “Sartre-like nether world.” 

    Many in the cast came to identify with their roles throughout their later careers, but some pretty big stars almost landed the roles in the first place. Carroll O’Connor almost snared the role of the Skipper; Jayne Mansfield was almost Ginger, and Raquel Welch Mary Ann. Jerry Van Dyke (for Gilligan) and Dabney Coleman almost made the cut too.

    After three seasons (98 episodes), the show was abruptly canceled and so there was no closure. We never learn if they were rescued or what became of them within the original series. (Sequels were produced later.)

    Here’s Jayne, heading out for a ride with Phil. Hope he’s not driving! Phil — give someone else the keys!

    Gosh, it seems like just yesterday, but it was actually back on this date in 1431 that Joan of Arc was killed. She was only 19.

    Over 20,000 books were written about her, one by Mark Twain. This was in the Writer’s Almanac today:

    “Mark Twain spent 12 years researching her life and wrote a book called Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc, published in 1896. It’s a fictional account and purports to be written by Joan’s personal secretary. It’s mostly devoid of humor. He genuinely admired Joan of Arc, and wrote an earnest book about her.

    Twain later said, “I like Joan of Arc best of all my books; and it is the best; I know it perfectly well.”

    Here’s Leelee Sobieski who played Joan in one of the movies about her. Yikes, she was gorgeous!

    A question was posed yesterday by a member of the Dull Men’s Club, UK Chapter, to which I proudly belong. It was noted that a 50-lb bag of “horse” oats (that you would use to feed your horse) costs much less (on a per-pound basis) than oats like Quaker Oats that you would buy for yourself. The question was, is there any reason not to eat the horse oats — aren’t oats just oats?

    One response simply said “Neigh.” Others were worried that the horse oats might contain “impurities” like rat feces that would be more carefully removed in the processing of human oats. Others noted the processing would be different in that the husk would be kept on for horses making it hard for human digestive systems to handle them. They might give you “the runs,” prompting the question — if a horse has stomach problems, does he have “the trots?”

    Bottom line: I’m not inclined to eat horse oats.

    Bill Walton passed away at age 71 this week. What a wonderful man. Here are 3,000 words worth of pictures of Bill and Mrs. Bill (Lori Matsuoka): young, older, and crazy.

    They were married for over 30 years, but it was with his first wife Susie Guth that he had all four of his children, all sons, and all successful in sports and/or business.

    Walton stayed very close with his coach at UCLA John Wooden. Wooden did not approve of Walton’s lefty politics but bailed him out of jail when he was arrested protesting.

    Walton was an insane Grateful Dead fan. At his very first Dead concert he was invited to sit onstage because he was so big he was blocking people’s view. He befriended the band and attended over 850 concerts, including traveling with them to Egypt for its 1978 performance (joining the band on drums), and appeared at a Dead & Company concert as Father Time as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve in 2019. He wrote the liner notes for two of their albums. He described Dead concerts as “a gathering of the tribe in celebration,” adding, “It’s what I live for.”

    After Walton joined the Celtics before the 1985-86 season, Larry Bird organized a team outing to a Dead show in Worcester, Mass., as part of “welcoming the new guy.” In 2001, Walton was inducted into The Grateful Dead Hall of Honor, and referred to it as “his highest honor.”

    Rest in peace, Bill.

    At 8D today the clue was “One way to prepare crepes,” and the answer was SUZETTE. Commenter jae reminded us of this Dylan verse:

    The waitress he was handsome
    He wore a powder blue cape
    I ordered some suzette, I said
    “Could you please make that crepe”

    (Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream)

    How ’bout those Gnats? While the Mets implode, the Gnats have taken two out of three from the Braves in Atlanta, losing only to the brilliant Max Fried, our boychik. They are clawing their way back up to .500, but face a surprisingly strong Cleveland club this weekend. Good stuff!

    Thanks for stopping by! See you tomorrow.

  • Balloon War!

    Steven Wright links global warming to the end of the cold war. I can see it.

    I hate to say it, but my wife is a terrible cook. She made alphabet soup and my kid used it to spell out H-E-L-P. She made breakfast the other day — I never saw toast that had bones before. At our house we pray after we eat. (Thanks, Rodney.)

    Bob Hope was born on this date in 1903 near London and his first name at birth was Leslie. His last name was really Hope. I was never a big fan. But he said once “My neighbor got a pacemaker installed. Now, every time he has sex, my garage door opens.”

    At 43A, “Actor Josh who was once married to Fergie,” is DUHAMEL. But he wasn’t married to the Fergie who is the Duchess of York. He was married to another Fergie, Stacy Ferguson, who is an American pop star and member of the Black Eyed Peas. (They have one child, a son.) Her first solo album is named The Duchess, though — so there’s that.

    Josh Duhamel is an actor and former model who is way too handsome.

    And here’s his ex, Fergie:

    Here’s a subtle piece of puzzle craftsmanship by the constructors, Jeanne Breen and Jeff Chen: The clue at 30D was “Magazine with cover exclamations like ‘Bigger Biceps!’” The answer was MEN’S HEALTH and it crossed Josh DUHAMEL (at the H). Well, get this — Rex noted Duhamel was on the cover of Men’s Health twice. Here’s one of them.

    OK, OK, enough with Mr. Handsome already.

    At 30A the clue was “One of the ‘Gilligan’s Island’ castaways,” and it turned out to be MARY ANN. The producers kept her just unsexy enough to save every teenage boy in America from exploding. Cut that outfit down just a little bit and the entire country crashes.

    Yikes! You hear the latest from the Pope? I thought we finally had a cool Pope, but when he didn’t know the mic was on, and the question of gay priests came up, he essentially said F*ck the f*gs. Ouch!

    Here’s how you say “Oops” in Popanese: “The pope never intended to offend or express himself in homophobic terms, and he extends his apologies to those who were offended by the use of a term, reported by others.”

    Hmmmmmmmm.

    According to the NYT, “Though only a handful of priests in the U.S. have come out publicly, gay priests and researchers estimate that gay men probably make up at least 30 to 40 percent of the Catholic clergy in the U.S.

    Here’s the Pope, who is single, hitting on some babe at a recent church social. He was miffed when she wouldn’t give him her number.

    “We don’t want your sh*t — literally!” That’s the gist of South Korea’s message to North Korea, after a sort of balloon war broke out between the two countries. It started in early May when North Korean defector-turned-human rights activist Park Sang-hak sent 20 balloons carrying 300,000 leaflets condemning North Korean leader Kim Jong Un. The North retaliated by sending over 200 balloons back full of, well, crap: trash, including manure and excrement in some.

    South Korea’s Defense Minister, who is eleven years old, says it’s preparing to escalate to water balloons if necessary. The North’s Minister, 13, replied: Bring it, mofo.

    Trump’s Memorial Day message to the nation, per historian Heather Cox Richardson (not kidding):

    “Happy Memorial Day to All, including the Human Scum that is working so hard to destroy our Once Great Country, & to the Radical Left, Trump Hating Federal Judge in New York that presided over, get this, TWO separate trials, that awarded a woman, who I never met before (a quick handshake at a celebrity event, 25 years ago, doesn’t count!), 91 MILLION DOLLARS for “DEFAMATION.”

    He then continued to attack E. Jean Carroll, the writer who successfully sued him for defamation, before turning to attack Judge Arthur Engoron and Judge Juan Merchan.

    Stirring, no?

    This is EJC when she was young. Trump said she was “not his type.” Puh-leeze.

    The great classic “Angel of the Morning” was written by Chip Taylor, who is actor Jon Voight’s brother. Chip is 84 and lives in Yonkers. He also wrote “Wild Thing.” Angel was first recorded by Evie Sands, who popped by the puzzle and OC headquarters yesterday. But it only became a hit when others recorded it, due to promotion issues for Evie’s producer. It was offered to Connie Francis first, but she turned it down as “too risqué.” BTW, in the Jewish version, he does beg her to stay. Voo den?

    Here’s Evie:

    See you tomorrow!

  • Nena and Evie

    We’re all back from Charm City — what a nice trip! The weather cooperated during the ballgame, to the great chagrin of the hapless Red Sox, who got pummeled by the O’s 11-3. They had their chances, but their lineup is a pale shadow of their glory days (Who are these players?), and they just couldn’t cash in. Would love to see a Birds/Dodgers World Series. Or Phillies?

    I almost sh*t my pants during the National Anthem. You know that part near the end when it goes: “Oh say does that star-spangled Banner yet wave, . . . ?”

    Well, at the O, the entire crowd erupted into a roaring O (for the Orioles). I hadn’t heard that before, and I love it, but it almost tossed me out of the upper deck. I don’t think Baltimore “owns” the letter O like Michigan owns M (and Susan owned S, for me), but it’s close. It’s sort of a regional ownership.

    Our seats were terrific, and we found a free parking spot about a half mile walk from the stadium — amazing. I’m going to repeat that because the joy will carry me for weeks: We found a free parking spot close to the stadium. (In DC, I was thrilled to find a place a zillion miles away for $30.) The fans were friendly and happy. There is something about Camden Yards that makes you happy. Despite the lopsided score, it was a lot of fun. I have to tell you though — walking back to the car after the game, we wandered into a pretty bad neighborhood. Yeah — and this guy pulled a knife on us. I could tell he wasn’t a professional though — there was butter on it.

    Great seafood dinner in Havre de Grace on the way home. But, as I said to our driver in Dublin on the way to the airport from the hotel last October: “It’s back to our miserable lives now.” (He loved it.)

    Charles Simic wrote this joyous poem called “Heights Of Folly.” It was shared with us in yesterday’s Writer’s Almanac. (Gotta wonder how Helen feels about it.)

    O crows circling over my head and cawing!
    I admit to being, at times,
    Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,
    Exceedingly happy.

    On a morning otherwise sunless,
    Strolling arm in arm
    Past some gallows-shaped trees
    With my dear Helen,
    Who is also a strange bird,

    With a feeling of being summoned
    Urgently, but by a most gracious invitation
    To breakfast on slices of watermelon
    In the company of naked gods and goddesses
    On a patch of last night’s snow.

    I forgot how catchy and good the 1983 song 99 luftballoons by Nena is. Nena is the stage name of Gabriele Susanne Kerner, who is 64 now and is still touring and active. She is certainly welcome in Crossworld, with a name like that, and appeared just today at 28A, clued with all those balloons: NENA. She did not marry but had three kids with Swiss actor Robert Freitag. The first, a son named Christopher Daniel, was born severely disabled due to medical errors that also sent Gabriele into cardiac arrest. Sadly, Christopher died when he was only 11 months old. The next two were twins. She split from Freitag and had two more kids with drummer/producer Phillip Palm, and now has four grandchildren. Three of her kids perform with her.

    Here she is, in her pajamas (Phil!). Below that, she’s on stage.

    John Cheever was born on May 27 in Quincy MA in 1912. Part of the image he crafted for himself was that of the man in the suit who rode the apartment building’s elevator downstairs with all the other men in suits who were leaving for work in the morning. His daughter Susan later revealed: “From the lobby he would walk down to the basement, to the windowless storage room that came with our apartment. That was where he worked. There, he hung up the suit and hat and wrote all morning in his boxer shorts, typing away at his portable Underwood set up on the folding table. At lunchtime he would put the suit back on and ride up in the elevator.”

    Son Volt shared this Old Crow Medicine Show tune with us yesterday in honor of Memorial Day.

    You probably don’t remember EVIE Sands, a singer who is turning 78 next month, had some hits over the years, and is still performing. When you’ve got three vowels in your name, you can keep popping up in Crossworld, as she did today, at 47A. She was clued with “Singer Sands of the ’60s.” Since she’s been active way after the 60s, that clue might merit an “ouch.” She’s from Brooklyn — yay!

    Evie may stick around with us at OC for a while and share a song with us in the coming days. We’ve had enough tunes for today already. George! — see if she wants a Diet Sprite or something. Settle in, sweetheart. Our casa . . . , you know.

    “Follow, as orders” was HEW TO. It set Rex off, and I agree with him.

    “The hardest answer in the puzzle for me was HEW TO (56D: Follow, as orders). You follow orders, you obey orders, you do not HEW TO orders, that is So Awkward. I had the answer as SEE TO for a bit, which isn’t good, but it’s at least as good as HEW TO (as clued). You HEW TO a norm or standard or set of specifications. It has to do with conforming, not obeying. Those are related, but they are not the same.”

    Hrummmmmph!

    “You can just put the captured pieces off to the side . . .”

    See you tomorrow!

  • Bad Intent

    Owl Chatter is broadcasting today from the Best Western in Elkridge MD, just south of Charm City (Baltimore), although, again, George and Phil are ensconced in a Third-Best Western nearby, for budgetary reasons. We’re on a short getaway centering on the Orioles/Redsox game Monday at beautiful Camden Yards. Where better to celebrate Linda’s birthday?

    Speaking of the Third-Best Western, did you know there’s a bank in Ohio and Michigan (and other states) named the Fifth Third Bank? What the hell is that about? They couldn’t decide? They merged but insanely kept both names?

    Yes, I’ll have the money for you next week — it’s in my account at Fifth Third.

    What? Where?

    Fifth Third. The Fifth Third Bank.

    What? What bank is that?

    The Fifth Third Bank.

    The Fifth Third Bank?

    Yes.

    Fifth Third?

    Yes.

    What?

    I hereby declare the Fifth Third Bank the official bank of Owl Chatter. There can’t possibly be a more ridiculous bank. George! — See about opening some accounts! Also — while you’re out, I think we’re low on Fresca. We’re having a special guest today. She’s very pretty and she may be thirsty.

    Fresh off a positive review in the NYT on Friday that intriguingly combined the terms “philosophy professor” and “hitman,” we shot down from Elkridge to Silver Spring (not Springs!) for the 6:40 showing of Hit Man, with a cast that was completely new to me, under my rock. Glen Powell was terrif in the starring role, Austin Amelio played a bad guy very broadly and entertainingly, and Adria Arjona was the romantic lead, Madison, with killer looks. Well, maybe killer — don’t wanna spoil it for you. Here’s AA. Could you plotz? She’s Puerto Rican, 32, and divorced. When she was 18, she moved from her family home in Miami to NYC on her own and worked as a waitress while studying acting at the Lee Strasberg Institute. Roles followed.

    Adria is dating Jason Momoa now, the actor who played Aquaman. He’s 44, Hawaiian, and is very recently divorced from Lisa Bonet of the old Bill Cosby show.

    Here’s Adria again, smiling this time.

    Hey, Aqualung! Cue the violins!

    At 11D today, the clue was “Claim on a ramen packet,” and the answer was NO MSG. Commenter kitshef, of the American Nitpickers Assn and League (ANAL) posted the following: My Ramen packets say “no added MSG”, not just “no MSG.” And indeed, several ingredients do contain MSG (e.g. yeast extract, hydrolyzed soy protein). I am willing to believe that in some other country there might be packaged ramen that says “no MSG,” but I’d feel better if I could find proof of that.

    We all would, dear — we all would.

    At 13A, the clue was “Academic résumés, for short,” and the answer was CVS. Old buddy egs noted: “I’ve known more than a few losers whose academic CVs only gained them employment at CVS.”  Ha!

    At 63A, “Dude, in lingo” was BRAH. (I had no idea.) But Rebecca said: The slang for dude is “bruh” not “brah.” I’ve got hundreds of texts between my 11-year-old daughter and her friends to prove it.

    Hrummmmmmph!

    Commenter Lewis likes to go back and see what else a constructor has done in the past. Today, he brought up two great clues John Kugelman crafted in an earlier puzzle. Brilliant, IMO. Here’s Lewis:

    This is the man who brought us “I know they’ve had them on all day, but let the kids eat their candy. After all, a Ring Pop is a … “ for WEARABLE THING TO TASTE. And who clued JUNK DRAWER as “Erotic artist?”

    The idea behind the puzzle was to repurpose common phrases as punny insults. So, e.g., at 59A the clue was “My dog could translate an ancient Mesopotamian tablet faster than you,” and the answer was ARCHAEOLOGICAL DIG. Get it? A “dig” is an insult, right? And it relates to archeology. [I’ll pause to let you compose yourself.]

    Another one was at 21A: “That rotted old log ain’t even fit for termite food!” The answer there was KNOCK ON WOOD. Rex shared the great Eddie Floyd song with us, sung by Eddie. But this version by some white kids is fun too.

    A member of the Dull Men’s Club posted that he had a dream that he found very valuable binoculars at a flea market and was unhappy when he woke up and realized it was just a dream. But a comment noted that if it was a dream he shouldn’t need binoculars because he could just dream himself closer to whatever he was looking at.

    Great lunch at The Land of Kush, a vegan soul food restaurant in Charm City. The woman taking our order asked Linda if this was our first time there and when Linda said yes she said “I love that!” We had the vegan BBQ ribs with collard greens and potato salad, and the curried vegan chicken with cabbage and rice&beans. Loved it all. Good-sized portions — $36 total for the two of us.

    We headed there after a stop at employee-owned Union Craft Brewing, where I picked up a pair of sixes. Tried a can of their Duckpin Ale — very good! Canned May 21 — just 5 days ago — can’t get much fresher than that! (Burp!) That’s the company that makes Zaydie’s lager. Good stuff.

    The weather is iffy for tomorrow O’s/Bosox game. Fingers crossed (or whatever the equivalent Jewish thing is). We’ll let you know how it goes.

  • Six White Horses

    Hey everybody — it’s Bob Dylan’s birthday today! He’s 83, kinehora. How about opening for us today, buddy? Your choice.

    To 120, old man!

    The Blue Jays have a pitcher named Zach Pop. He’s Canadian. Every out he gets is a Pop out. See this photo? — his eyes are Pop eyes. Any drawing he does is Pop art. His son is named Snap Crackle Pop. A branch of his family lives in Boston. They are the Boston Pops.

    Wretching and Gagging Dept.

    At 57A yesterday, “Food brand with a rabbit mascot” was ANNIE’S. Rex noted: First time I ever saw maggots was in a box of ANNIE’S macaroni + cheese, true story. 

    And commenter Sailor wrote: Here’s another true story: In a January 2024 article titled “The Plastic Chemicals Hiding in Your Food”, Consumer Reports released the results of their testing for phthalates in common food products. Of 85 products tested, the highest level of phthalates per serving was found in Annie’s Organic canned cheesy ravioli (a General Mills brand). Caveat emptor.

    Just in case you’re as ignorant as I am (God forbid) — Phthalates are colorless, odorless, oily chemical compounds that are used as plasticizers to make plastic products more flexible, durable, and transparent. They are also used as solvents and additives in polyvinyl chloride (PVC), also known as vinyl. I.e., they don’t belong in your child’s ravioli.

    Here is the same girl, three weeks after eating that ravioli.

    I was looking through one of the poems for the day and didn’t like it. Not Kooserish enough for us: too poem-y. But the word curlew was in it. So it reminded me of this song by Irishman Christy Moore. I shared it on OC a long time ago. So it’s about time for a replay. It’s “So Do I” and it’s about a day the fisherman likes.

    These goddamn college presidents just don’t love the Jews enough!! What gives? In the third hearing the Repubs called to shriek themselves hoarse loving the Jews, Michael Schill of Northwestern U was given an F for tepidness in his Jew-loving by right-wing lunatic and Trump sycophant Elise Stefanik. (For those of you who are not in academia, an F is the lowest grade that can be given. It means you failed and are a stupid Jew-hating moron.)

    Schill was accused of “unilateral capitulation to the pro-Hamas, anti-Israel, anti-Semitic” protesters. Ginny Foxx of NC said he should be ashamed of endangering Jewish students. Whom we love to pieces!! More than we love our own goyishe children!! She later corrected herself and said he should be “doubly ashamed.” Thanks for clearing that up, Ginny. It was a little ambiguous.

    Hmmmmm, and isn’t Schill a German name? Just wonderin’.

    No, he’s Jewish and a descendant of Holocaust survivors.

    Wait, what?

    The shrieking grew so intense, the self-hating Jew Schill at one point stated: “I really am offended by you telling me what my views are.”

    Well, somebody has to!!

    Jonathan Holloway of Rutgers raised this insane and clearly anti-Semitic point regarding the protesters: “They were not, as some have characterized them, terrorists. They were our students.”

    Not good enough, Holloway!! We love the Jews so much more than you do, it’s ridiculous, Foxx screamed into her mic.

    The Republicans have vowed to call more hearings. [Yay.]

    Wow, who’s this?

    She’s Aerin Frankel, 24, and she’s the goalie for Boston in the Professional Women’s Hockey League. Her height is an issue — she’s 5′ 5″ — but she’s been incredible. In the semifinals against Montreal, Frankel made 109 saves on 111 shots in the first two games alone. Her 57 saves in Boston’s 2-1 triple-overtime victory set a new PWHL record for saves in a single game. Boston was outshot 145-102 in the series, but Frankel only yielded four goals for an outstanding .972 save percentage. [Georgie — check the math on that.]

    Phil used his magic to get that shot of her, above, that has us all drooling, but she usually looks like this.

    In a story by NBC News that, insanely, did not mention Taylor Swift once, Travis Kelce commented on the anti-gay speech teammate Harrison Butker gave at a Catholic college.

    “When it comes down to his views and what he said at Saint Benedict’s commencement speech, those are his. I can’t say I agree with the majority of it or just about any of it outside of just him loving his family and his kids. And I don’t think that I should judge him by his views, especially his religious views, of how to go about life, that’s just not who I am.” (My emphasis.)

    But Trav essentially knocked Butker by comparison when he said:

    “I grew up in a beautiful upbringing of different social classes, different religions, different races and ethnicities, in Cleveland Heights. It showed me a broad spectrum, just a broad view of a lot of different walks of life. And I appreciated every single one of those people for different reasons, and I never once had to feel like I needed to judge them, based off of their beliefs.

    Well-said Trav.

    Here’s the girlfriend, at work. Wedding bells in the offing, TK?

    BTW, the answer at 16A today was SWIFTIES.

    This poem is called “To a Daughter Leaving Home.” It’s by Linda Pastan and was in today’s Writer’s Almanac.

    When I taught you
    at eight to ride
    a bicycle, loping along
    beside you
    as you wobbled away
    on two round wheels,
    my own mouth rounding
    in surprise when you pulled
    ahead down the curved
    path of the park,
    I kept waiting
    for the thud
    of your crash as I
    sprinted to catch up,
    while you grew
    smaller, more breakable
    with distance,
    pumping, pumping
    for your life, screaming
    with laughter,
    the hair flapping
    behind you like a
    handkerchief waving
    goodbye.

    OK, let’s end today with a good foot-stomper. At 19D, the clue was: Wedding staple with the line “Take it back now, y’all” and the answer was CHA CHA SLIDE. What? I heard of the electric slide, but not this. Anyway, it was gettable from the crosses. It was new to Rex too, and he shared this song with us, about yet a different slide. We’re heading down to Charm City tomorrow for a weekend away. Ball game versus the Bosox in Camden Yards on Monday. Hope we can post from there.

    Thanks for stopping by!

  • Nickels and Dimes

    Let’s open with a nice tune today. At 34D, “Spanish grandmother” is ABUELA. My Lianna, who is half Peruvian, has one. This song was shared by Rex commenter Son Volt. It’s called “Abuelita.”

    With all this nonsense coming up around Supreme Court Justice Alito and those silly flags, Owl Chatter sent Phil over to meet with him to clear things up. Apparently, it’s all a ridiculous mixup, Alito explained. He is completely neutral on all issues coming up before the Court and any aspersions cast to the contrary are just hateful gossip. Alito was gracious enough to invite Phil into his private office for the meeting.

    Who doesn’t love Dolly Parton? Not me! I love her to pieces. The puzzle today at 30A had the clue “Tiniest change,” and the answer was DIMES (get it?). So Rex treated us to this song of Dolly’s called “Nickels and Dimes.”

    Remember the story from a few days ago of the baseball fan who got two foul balls on two consecutive pitches at a game in Seattle? Well, Liz McGuire didn’t do too well on the foul ball hit her way Friday night in Toronto. She turned away from the action for just long enough to miss the swing. The ball came screaming towards her at 110 mph, and, well, it did a little damage.

    Fortunately, she’s okay. And when word got out (via her post, see below), the Topps Baseball people thought she was worthy of a baseball card! They produced 110 copies of the card pictured above, one for each MPH. Liz didn’t recover the ball that hit her, but the Jays gave her one signed by Bo Bichette (the batter). Get this — after receiving medical attention for getting bonked, she returned to her seat and watched the rest of the game.

    Here’s the message and photo she posted on X: Hey @BlueJays I got my face mashed in by a 110mph foul off Bo Bichette’s bat. I didn’t even get the ball. I even stayed till the end of the game. Any way you can hook a girl up?

    Any single Jay would be crazy not to call her, amirite? She’s quite a catch, IMO. Oops, maybe not the best word.

    Speaking of crazy, did you see the piece on Kennedy’s running mate Nicole Shanahan? It’s squarely in the You-Can’t-Make-This-Stuff-Up Dept. Here she is.

    So in 2011 she began dating a guy named Kranz, and told her friends she converted to Judaism for him. They planned to marry in August of 2014 and he bought a penthouse in SF for them for $2.7 mil in July. During that same July, however, she attended a yoga festival in Lake Tahoe, and you know how crazy those things can get — right, Georgie? Well, she meets a guy named Sergey Brin there — the founder of Google! — and they become very very very friendly in no time. [He googled her.] Kranz finds out about the affair just a few days after the wedding. Ouch. So they get divorced.

    Shanahan’s memory of those early days with Brin are “magical” (her word). According to The Times she recounted wandering around the campus at Stanford with Brin “and discussing quantum physics.” [Owl Chatter readers know quite well what a turn-on that can be.] They married in 2018 and had a daughter they named Echo. But the pandemic was hard on them and they drifted apart. Reports surfaced that she had an affair with Elon Musk, but she denies it. In any event, she and Brin are through. She’s hanging out with a guy named Strumwasser now and working on the campaign.

    Here’s how the article ends. “She announced she gave another $8 mil to the campaign and said. ‘I think I know what they are going to say — that Bobby only picked me for my money.’ Her remark drew laughter from the crowd.”

    Oy.

    A 11A today, the clue is “Quirky bit of running footwear,” and the answer was TOE SHOE. You ever see these? They are like gloves, but for your feet.

    Gotta go! Sitting for the g’kids tonight. If I’m not back by tomorrow, call for help.

  • A Hand Held Overlong

    Clara Schumann was pretty hot.

    And that’s when she’s just sitting. Imagine when she’s banging away at the piano. So hubby Robert was a pretty lucky guy. He may have suspected that, since they had 8 children. But it’s not a happy story. Four of the kids pre-deceased Clara, and Robert suffered from mental illness, was institutionalized, and died young (46). Brahms was a close friend and great support to the Schupeople. It was said his relationship with Clara fell somewhere between friendship and love. All of that is to introduce today’s poem from The Writer’s Almanac. It’s by Lisel Mueller and is called “Romantics.”

    Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann
    The modern biographers worry
    “how far it went,” their tender friendship.
    They wonder just what it means
    when he writes he thinks of her constantly,
    his guardian angel, beloved friend.
    The modern biographers ask
    the rude, irrelevant question
    of our age, as if the event
    of two bodies meshing together
    establishes the degree of love,
    forgetting how softly Eros walked
    in the nineteenth century, how a hand
    held overlong or a gaze anchored
    in someone’s eyes could unseat a heart,
    and nuances of address, not known
    in our egalitarian language
    could make the redolent air
    tremble and shimmer with the heat
    of possibility. Each time I hear
    the Intermezzi, sad
    and lavish in their tenderness,
    I imagine the two of them
    sitting in a garden
    among late-blooming roses
    and dark cascades of leaves,
    letting the landscape speak for them,
    leaving nothing to overhear.

    We passed this bush on our morning stroll today. Pine Street in Chatham (NJ).

    I think of Clara Barton (fondly) in connection with nursing, of course, but her first gig was as a teacher. She was an excellent teacher and ahead of her time in feminist thinking. She said: “I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man’s work for less than a man’s pay.”

    After 11 years at the chalkboard in Massachusetts, she moved to DC and worked in the U.S. Patent Office, quickly rising via promotions and earning the pay of a man. But at age ten she had nursed her brother for two years after he fell off the roof, so there was nursing in her blood. And when the Civil War broke out she saw how much help the wounded needed (and were not getting). Starting with the Battle of Bull Run, a devastating Union loss, she rode around the battlefield in an ambulance offering aid.

    After the war, she fought for the establishment of the American Red Cross, having learned about the International Red Cross on a trip to Geneva. It was established on this date in 1881. Barton said:  “Everybody’s business is nobody’s business, and nobody’s business is my business.”

    She was proposed to by several men, but remained unmarried her entire life. Too busy for that business. Here’s a nice shot of her on her stamp from a series on the Civil War.

    At 27A in the puzzle today, “Fruit also known as calabash” was BOTTLE GOURD, and it reminded some of us of Jimmy Durante who was just heading out as I was entering. His famous “good night” always included a “goodnight to Mrs. Calabash wherever you are.” No one ever knew for sure who that was. JD never said.

    According to legend in Calabash, NC, Durante passed through the town sometime in the 1940s and made friends with a young restaurant owner, Lucy Coleman. But not everyone agrees that she’s Mrs. C. According to the Internet Movie Database, “Mrs. Calabash” was a tribute to Durante’s first wife, Jeanne Olsen; supposedly, “Calabash” was an in-joke for them. Durante started using the “Mrs. Calabash” line about the time Jeanne died in 1943.

    Tomorrow, my students take their final exams. That will wrap up my penultimate semester. A summer class, and then the Fall, and then my ride into the sunset. It’s about time. Here’s a calabash.

    See you next time!

  • Hold On Tight To Your Dream

    The puzzle was funny today. Three long answers were famous nonmilitary people with military titles: SERGEANT PEPPER, COLONEL SANDERS, and CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. Then, at 49A the clue was “Unfazed response to a threat” from any of them, and the answer was YOU AND WHAT ARMY?

    Pabloinnh said he also liked the expression “you’d better bring a lunch,” when someone threatened to beat you up and you were assuring them that it would be an all day job.

    Sanders was awarded his honorary colonelcy by Kentucky “for noteworthy accomplishments, contributions to civil society, remarkable deeds, or outstanding service to the community, state, or a nation.” [OC friend Miriam tells us “colonelcy” is a legit word.]

    And, get this: “Sgt. Pepper” really was a military leader—that is, the gentleman in the photo used to represent him on the album was a real military leader, though James Melvin Babington was a Lieutenant General and not a Sergeant.

    On the outbreak of WWI Babington was given the command of the 23rd Division, part of Kitchener’s Army. He was described as “an elderly but fearless man who was universally popular.” Under him, the 23rd became known as “a remarkably hard-fighting and efficient division.” He was one of only a few commanding officers who saw to it that his men were properly kitted out, obtaining approval to spend £17,000 on clothing, and sending two officers to buy 20,000 sets of underclothes and boots. After the war he was Commander of the British Forces in Italy.

    Yup — this is the guy. Love the ‘stache, Sir!

    Back to Sanders, he began selling fried chicken from his roadside restaurant in North Corbin, Kentucky, during the Depression. He developed his “secret recipe” and patented method of cooking chicken in a pressure fryer. The first KFC franchise opened in South Salt Lake, Utah, in 1952. He eventually sold the US operations for $20 million (in today’s dollars). In his later years, he became highly critical of the food served by KFC restaurants, believing they had cut costs and allowed quality to deteriorate. He never got over the scandal that arose when he was caught sneaking ketchup packets out of a KFC location in his jacket pockets. [Let it go, Sir — we’ve all been there. An entire generation of Jewish mothers brazenly stole Sweet ‘n’ Low packets.]

    Here’s the good Colonel with his wife Claudia at their wedding. Under the icing, that cake is made entirely out of fried chicken! (No it’s not.) They met when she was a waitress at his roadside restaurant. As men have known since Biblical times, there’s nothing sexier than a pretty waitress.

    Claudia developed a fried chicken recipe of her own and several other dishes. She later had a restaurant too: Claudia Sanders Dinner House. Parking was never a problem.

    On Kentucky Colonelcies, commenter PH wrote: “Some notable Kentucky Colonels: Ali, Arthur Ashe, Wayne Gretzky, Elvis, Ringo Starr, Johnny Depp, Bill Clinton, Queen Elizabeth II, Pope Benedict XVI. Wiki says the total # of inductees is around 350,000. So maybe not that amusing. I just like the idea of the Pope eating chicken from a KFC bucket on his lap.”

    I checked out the website. It’s a helluva list. It includes Daryl Strawberry, and Jimmie Crutchfield (Negro Leagues), and Tiger Woods. Comic Norm Crosby, Phyllis Diller, and Walt Disney.

    My Spelling Bee (weekend version) buddy Larry shared this neat trivia with me in connection with my noting that the word GROAT had not been accepted. Dick Groat played for the Pirates back in the ’60s. He died last year and I chattered about him in this space. Well, it turns out (per Larry) that he is one of only two players to have defeated the Yankees twice in a Game 7 of the World Series. Groat did in with the 1960 Pirates and the 1964 Cardinals. Don Hoak did it with the same Pirate team, and with Brooklyn in 1955.

    In a scene in the film City Slickers starring Billy Crystal, the character Bonnie Rayburn, played by Helen Slater, expressed her incredulity that men could discuss baseball at great length. She said “I’ve been to games, but I don’t memorize who played third base for Pittsburgh in 1960,” at which point Crystal, Daniel Stern and Bruno Kirby immediately reply “Don Hoak.”

    After his playing career, Hoak managed in the minors and expected to land the Pirates’ gig in 1969. But he was passed over in favor of Danny Murtaugh. Hoak’s wife delivered the news to him.

    Less than two hours later, Hoak witnessed his brother-in-law’s car being stolen from the driveway of the Hoak house. He got into his own car and gave chase. He suffered a heart attack during the pursuit, but managed to stop his vehicle just before collapsing. He lay in his car for 20 minutes without anyone’s interceding. A doctor driving behind Hoak eventually got out of his own car and performed cardiac massage before an ambulance transported Hoak to the hospital. He died 10 minutes after arrival.  Hoak’s wife Jill claimed that he died of a broken heart because the Pirates passed him over.

    Ouch. Imagine what she would have said if she were bitter about it.

    I do not have Hoak in my autograph collection. Dammit! Since he died so young, even a plain index card signed by him is selling for over $100 on eBay. This photo is off the internet.

    If you believe every story has a moral, here it goes: If it’s your brother-in-law’s car, to hell with it.

    At 46D, “Holds tightly onto” was GRIPS. Here’s the Electric Light Orchestra, singing “Hold On Tight,” a nice tune to end on today.

    Thanks for popping by!

  • Let The Waves Crash In

    Today is the birthday of Malcolm X, born in Omaha, NE, in 1925. X was not his actual last name, of course. I think it was Ten, no? (Actually, it was Little.) It’s also a big date in Oscar Wilde’s life: in 1897 on this date he was released from jail, having been sentenced to two years of hard labor for being gay. Upon his release, he immediately left England for France where he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, under the pseudonym C.3.3: his prison number. I guess he grew attached to it. He died alone and penniless in France three years later. He said, “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

    There was an oddity in the puzzle today at 101A, and Rex put his finger on it for me. The clue was “What ‘Eat’ stands for in the mnemonic ‘Never Eat Soggy Waffles.’” The answer: EAST. Here’s Rex:

    “Who is it, exactly, that needs a mnemonic for the basic cardinal directions? ROYGBIV, I get. My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nachos, LOL, not gonna remember that one, but I respect it. Every Good Boy Does Fine, sure. But ‘Never Eat Soggy Waffles?’ How hard is it to remember North South EAST and West. And if it is hard, why didn’t you just go with NEWS? Is the idea that ‘Never Eat Soggy Waffles’ puts the directions in clockwise order? 54 years old and never heard of anyone needing a mnemonic for the directions. Crazy.”

    (BTW, the educated mom serving nachos is for the planets. I hadn’t known that one.)

    But, guess what — a commenter replied:

    “48 years old and cannot, CANNOT, get the directions in order without Never Eat Shredded Wheat (I am a Brit so No to soggy waffles and Yes to bizarre, unpleasant yet passively aggressively much consumed breakfast cereals). I have learned to live with this inadequacy of mine.”

    And another comment explained:

    I only know this because I was married to a former Boy Scout: It’s not about remembering *what* the compass direction are; it’s a matter of knowing *where* the compass directions are with relation to your current position. It’s so that when you are on foot or on a bike or whatever, you can determine which way you need to turn based on which way you are going. See, usually, when you rattle off the directions, you say “north, south, east, west,” but when you are navigating—yes, as Rex suggested in his write-up—you need to have the compass directions in clockwise order. Hence, “never eat shredded wheat,” so if I’m headed north, east is to my right, south is behind me, and west is to my left. It’s very handy.

    Learned a new word at 89D: FONDANT. “Frosting alternative.” At first, I thought it might relate to frosting as something a woman does to her hair. But it’s cake frosting: “A thick paste made of sugar and water and often flavored or colored, used in the icing and decoration of cakes.” It’s like the topping on a black-and-white cookie: heavier than regular icing.

    And here’s a frosted hair product Georgie recommends from his time spent as a woman down in Brazil. I don’t think he looked like that, though.

    Did you know that POP OFF can mean “Perform very well, in modern slang?” News to me. It more generally means:  “speak spontaneously and at length, typically angrily.” It inspired Rex to share this unusual song by the Idles called “Pop Pop Pop.”

    Hold me to the bunsen burner
    And let the waves
    Crash in

    This snippet is from the John McPhee story I referred to yesterday.

    In college, I had written, as a “creative thesis,” a stillborn novel that was little more than an academic exercise. Whatever life it might have had expired as it was written. But of course, at the time, I did not assess it as such, and I sent it to several New York publishers, who rejected it seriatim—Random House, Charles Scribner’s Sons, Alfred A. Knopf. Dudley Johnson, one of my professors in the English department, competing with me in naïveté, suggested that I write to Alfred Knopf himself, asking for the readers’ reports. From them, said Johnson, I might glean thoughts that would serve me well in future efforts.

    Alfred himself wrote back to me, saying that his company never released its readers’ reports, adding, gratuitously, this:

    The readers’ reports in the case of your manuscript would not be very helpful, and I think might discourage you completely.

    This was the letter that caused my mother to say, “Someone should go in there and k-nock his block off.”

    Here’s McPhee.

    This was fun. As you may know, the cookie of Crossworld is OREO because it’s 75% vowels. It appears so often, it’s a challenge to come up with an original way of clueing it. Here’s its clue from today: “Treats that Paul Hollywood and Prue Leith picked as runner-up to Doritos for ‘best snack in America.’” Well I googled those names with the word snack and watched a ten-minute video on the Bon Appetit site in which these two British food critics (Paul and Prue), compare about 15 American snacks. They hated Pop Tarts, Twinkies, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Simple Lay’s potato chips were spoken of well. But Oreos and Doritos (Cool Ranch) came out on top, with Doritos coming in first. Paul noticed that the American Snickers was inferior to ones he’s had in England. The chocolate wasn’t as good. One GS cookie was in the mix — thin mints. They liked them, but not as much as Oreos. This young lady is f*cking organized about it.

    Let’s see what’s in the Owl Chatter mailbag today. Here’s a note from Evelyn Gurewitz in Montvale NJ.

    Dear Owl Chatter, At 62D today, the clue “Nincompoop, more vulgarly” came out to be ASSHAT. I love it, of course, but I don’t recall hearing it when I was growing up in the 1990s. What gives?

    Well, Ev. First of all, thanks for reaching out! And you are correct! As a popular alternative to asshole and similar terms, asshat only emerged in the early 2000s. The first entry in Urban Dictionary appears in 2002, defining the term as “One who has their head up their ass. Thus wearing their ass as a hat.” The term alludes to other expressions like “pull your head out of your own ass” or “your head is so far up your ass,” ways of saying a person is too self-absorbed or oblivious to their surroundings, hence “stupid.”

    Hope that helps clarify the issue for you, Evy! Hope to hear from you again.

    That wraps up this Sunday chatter. We’ll catch you next time around.