The Wellington Files

Margaret Seikel’s puzzle today in the NYT pays homage to two very successful women writers: Sally Rooney who wrote “Normal People,” and Meg Cabot who wrote “The Princess Diaries.” Here’s the Irish Ms. Rooney, from County Mayo, who is only 31,

and Ms. Cabot, 55, a Hoosier (or, if you prefer, an Indianian).

Top them off with ROSIE the Riveter, and you’ve got a real ladies day at the NYTXW. Rosie represented the women who took jobs in the shipyards and factories during WWII, allowing the men to go off to fight.

Who’s the real Rosie? It was originally believed the image of Rosie in the classic poster was inspired by Geraldine Doyle, who died at age 86 in 2010. In 1942, Geraldine found work as a metal presser for a machine company in Ann Arbor, MI, but quit after two weeks fearing she might injure her hands — she was a cellist.

During her brief time at the company, a UPI photographer took a photo of her. In the 1990’s she came to believe the image in the poster was based on that photo, and the media advanced her claim.

[Shortly after quitting her job, in 1943, she married a dentist, Leo Doyle. They had six children and remained married for 67 years, until his death in 2010. They could do it!]

But it was later determined that the more likely model for the poster was Naomi Parker Fraley. Fraley worked in a Pratt & Whitney aircraft factory during the war, and the poster was based on a photo taken of her on the job, not Doyle. Researchers have credited her claim over that of Doyle’s but not until 2015. The long life of Doyle’s claim was attributed to the “Woozle Effect,” which occurs when a source is widely cited for a claim it does not adequately support, giving the claim undeserved credibility. Fraley died at the age of 96 in 2018. Here she is, on the job.

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Today’s theme was MOVE FAST AND BREAK THINGS, the corporate motto coined by Mark Zuckerberg for Facebook (now Meta).

LMS thought a variant: BREAKFAST AND MOVE THINGS, could be the slogan for Kellogg’s All-Bran.

Ben W. said: “MOVE FAST AND BREAK THINGS, in the timeline of tech startups, is actually not particularly modern. Facebook jettisoned it as a principle 7 or 8 years ago after they discovered that too many things were breaking. I worked there in 2016, during the subsequent culture shift, and boy were people having a hard time figuring out how to refocus on ‘not’ breaking things.”

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The clue for 25D was “What a budget motel might have,” and the answer was ONE STAR. It set LMS off, who said:

“What a budget motel might have” – Where do you even start with this? An odor, for sure. A noisy thermostat that doesn’t really work. A commode with an anemic flush. A sour-smelling shower curtain. A half-clogged bathtub drain that leaves you ankle-deep in water by the time you’re done showering – that Creeps. Me. Out. I know my way around a cheap motel, buddy.

I would add “and a very friendly Pakistani family,” at least there’s one at the very budget-y (but nice) Rodeway Inn in Brookville, PA, halfway between Detroit and Jersey, our favorite stop for Michigan trips.

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Here’s a new bad joke!!

“Have you heard about the inattentive two-headed man? Everything you tell him goes in one ear and out the other and in one ear and out the other.”

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The “Italian pressed sandwich” at 11D was PANINI, but someone balked at that, pointing out that PANINI should be the plural form, so a single sandwich should be a PANINO. Along that line, would a single strand of spaghetti be a spaghetto? Merriam-Webster notes that panini is indeed the plural in Italian, but as adopted into English it represents a single sandwich as well, so you could even say “paninis” if you’re really hungry.

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182 years ago today, Herman Melville set off on the whaling vessel Acushnet from New Bedford, MA. Fairly new to sailing and whaling, Melville learned the ins and outs of whaling, helping to harpoon the whales, harvest them, and process their oil aboard the ship. He also listened to the tales his fellow whalers told, particularly of a legendary white sperm whale called “Mocha Dick,” that had destroyed numerous ships. In November of 1851 Moby-Dick was published in the U.S.

Here’s a quote from it: “Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.”

Amen to that, Herm.

Also on this date in 1870 construction began on the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge opened in 1883, and for several years it was the tallest structure in the western hemisphere. 

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If you thought 2023 might bring an end to the NYTXW’s fascination with tuchases, think again. Yesterday, right up top at 10D, we had ASS-backwards, and today, near the bottom (appropriately), we had ARSES (British bottoms).

And we heard back from Joey Babka. I posed the question to him — “Joey Babka,” I said, “where are you in the great babka debate — is a babka a cake or a bread?” He gave it some thought. Then, “It’s a babka!” he said. Well put, Joey B!

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Let’s close with a poem of Ted Kooser’s from Winter Morning Walks:

Walking by flashlight
at six in the morning,
my circle of light on the gravel
swinging side to side,
coyote, raccoon, field mouse, sparrow,
each watching from darkness
this man with the moon on a leash.

The lavish brunch served up to us by my wonderful Delaware cousins Dayle and Mike this morning included babka. But little did I realize as I bit into a small piece that a raging debate was flaring up in Crossworld over its classification. The clue for BABKA at 20D was “Loaf-shaped cake,” but the question was posed: Is a babka cake or bread? Rex himself notes: Wikipedia calls it a “sweet braided bread,” and specifically states it is not a cake. But Google (Oxford Languages) calls it a loaf-shaped coffee cake and “Spoon University” calls it a dense cake. Authorities can be summoned on either side of the aisle.

Commenter Taylor Slow says: It’s interesting that some people decide whether a baked item is bread or cake based on how it’s served while others decide based on ingredients. I’ve always thought of babka as a sweet bread, because it has the yeasty consistency of bread.

Another note called it a “cake-like bread.”

Airymom said:

I just browsed about a dozen cookbooks compiled by synagogue Sisterhoods. If babka was in the index, then the recipe was in the cakes and pies section. Then I looked in the index of “Spice and Spirit, the Complete Kosher Jewish Cookbook,” a large and comprehensive cookbook which some Jewish women consider the “bible” of cookbooks. If you look up “babka” in the recipe index, it reads, “Babka, see yeast cakes.” In practice, it’s also a cake. If you bake a babka, you serve it for dessert or at Kiddush (collation) after services. No one says, “I think I’ll slice two pieces of babka and make a pbj sandwich.”

And Rebecca said:

I grew up eating BABKA every Saturday morning and consider myself a relative expert on it. The word BABKA comes from the Yiddish word “BUBBE” (or technically “Little Bubbe”) which means “Grandmother.” Traditional BABKA was made from leftover Challah dough that your BUBBE would roll into a long and thin flat dough, spread with chocolate or cinnamon and raisins, and then roll up – for all her grandchildren to eat as sweets. Of course, any BUBBE worth her salt would make sure to make enough Challah dough so that there would be plenty extra. The end product is not all that different from a modern day chocolate danish or cinnamon roll, although instead of being baked as single servings, BABKA is baked as a loaf and the servings are sliced. Cinnamon rolls are formed in almost the exact same way, but they are sliced from the roll into patty shapes before baking. Notably, both cinnamon rolls and danish are made with egg-and-sugar enriched yeasted dough, just like Challah, so they really are the same thing, especially since there are many Challah dough recipes and it would be easy to find the same recipe labeled as Challah dough in one place and Danish dough in another. BABKA is traditionally eaten in the same contexts that one might eat a cinnamon roll or danish. These things are not quite a bread anymore despite having a base of bread dough, but they are somehow acceptable to have for breakfast with a cup of coffee, even though eating a slice of true cake in the same context would not come with the same free pass. So, is BABKA a bread or a cake? It’s a danish. Perhaps this simply semantically passes the buck on the question, because … what is a danish?

Personally, I fall into the cake camp. But I will reserve final judgment until we hear from our friend Joe, whose nickname is Joey Babka! I’ll let you know what he says.

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The clue at 49D was “Because of,” and the answer was DUE TO. Innocuous? That’s what I thought. But apparently there is an issue here too.

Mathgent states: I was taught in high school to use “because of” instead of “due to” at all times, but I have heard that “due to” should be used as the beginning of an adverbial phrase and “because of” should be used as the beginning of an adjectival phrase. (Huh? Then someone referred us to the following, which I can follow, but I can’t imagine maintaining the distinction in practice.)

Technically speaking, “due to” should only be used as an adjective and come after a noun. For instance, you could say: The cancellation was due to rain. “Cancellation” is a noun, and “due to” is describing it.

“Because of,” on the other hand, should modify verbs. So you might want to say: The game was canceled because of rain. “Was canceled” is a verb phrase, which makes “because of” the right choice.

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Owl chatter has a connection to today’s constructor: Seth Bisen-Hersh. Friends Nancy and Eric (Nancy from Brandeis, and Eric via marriage) have very close friends Wendy and Simon, whom we’ve met, albeit decades ago. And Seth is their son! Mazel Tov, Seth, Wendy, and Simon!

Seth submitted puzzles to the NYT 38 times before having this one accepted. May this be the first of many!

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Reaching for a literary figure, Seth didn’t f**k around — he dropped heavy-hitter ANTON Chekhov into his grid at 24D. Chekhov’s big four were The Cherry Orchard, Three Sisters, Uncle Vanya, and The Seagull. Strindberg, Ibsen, and he are often referred to as the seminal figures in the birth of modernism in the theater.

He died of tuberculosis at only 44, and this note appears in Wikipedia: Chekhov’s body was transported to Moscow in a refrigerated railway-car meant for oysters, a detail that offended [the writer] Gorky.  Some of the thousands of mourners followed the funeral procession of a General Keller by mistake, to the accompaniment of a military band. Chekhov was buried next to his father at the Novodevichy Cemetery.

Good night everybody — thanks for stopping by!

Welcome to the first post of the new year, everybody! Broadcasting tonight from the luxurious (sorta) Sheraton Suites in downtown Wilmington with adorable grandson Morris (Mo) safely tucked into his travel crib next to his folks. A lovely time was had by all at the Finkelman’s New Year’s bash, where the Nanaimo bars rocked!

Here’s a panoramic shot of the city.

Local Girl Makes Good. TOBIN Heath made the grid today at 60D: Soccer star ______ Heath. Born and raised in Morristown NJ, right up the road from owl chatter headquarters, Tobin has been described as  “perhaps the USA’s most skillful player” by the U.S. Soccer Federation, and she was voted the U.S. Soccer Athlete of the Year in 2016. She has won gold with the U.S. team numerous times.

In June 2022, Heath shared a photo on Instagram of a painting she produced titled Out Now, which depicted the words “I am gay” spelled out in large, multi-colored all caps block letters. Here’s our Jersey girl taking a breather, and that painting.

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At 65A, the clue was “‘An empty set exists,’ e.g.,” and the answer was AXIOM. And here’s a comment by T Trimble that I had to read twice and that made my brain hurt a little:

Once upon a time, “axioms” were described as “self-evident truths” from which mathematical arguments proceed. And that’s still the common meaning, as when one says, “it’s axiomatic that…”. In mathematics today, the “self-evident truth” part is dropped, but the idea that axioms are the starting points of theories is retained. So, we can write down axioms for Euclidean geometry, and we can also write down axioms for systems of non-Euclidean geometry. The derived consequences of the first theory will be inconsistent with those of the second theory, but there’s no problem, as long as we don’t claim legitimacy of one over the other, but think of them as pertaining to different mathematical worlds. You could think of axioms as provisional: if we suppose a world where such-and-such axioms are true, then certain consequences follow. Thus “truth” is relative and contextual. It took a very long time for mathematicians to attain that understanding, but it’s a commonplace today (even though the struggle continues at the logical and foundational levels).

Questions, anybody?

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The theme of the puzzle was clever today. There was a long answer that you got by solving a clue. Then there were circled letters within that answer that formed another word. Then that “duo” was referred to in the answer to a different clue. WTF!! As I tell my students, maybe an example will help.

The clue for 50A was “Colorado, Idaho, and Wyoming among others,” and the answer was MOUNTAIN STATES. In that answer, the letters M, A, T, E, S, were circled, giving you the word “mates.” Then at 98A the clue was “Useful people to know,” which was FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES. Get it? “Mates” are friends, and “Mountain States” are high places and the word “mates” was in the words “Mountain States.” (There were four of those.)

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Everyone’s favorite clue was “Barely sits still?” Answer: POSES NUDE.

In yesterday’s puzzle (Saturday’s) the clue at 45A was “Didn’t wait for a restaurant job?,” and the answer was BUSED. (Get it? Wasn’t a waiter: was a bus boy.)

Egsforbreakfast had this to say: “I’ve never understood why BUSED is preferable to bussed. Maybe I was abussed as a child. I’m sure I was a bust as a child. Later I was the victim of a bust because I stole a bust from a museum. The lady that arrested me had a bust that I still remember.”

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Did you ever make up your own language with your little brother or sister or a school friend? Me neither, but ESPERANTO is the world’s most widely spoken “constructed international auxiliary language.” Created by the Warsaw-based ophthalmologist L. L. Zamenhof in 1887, it was intended to be a universal second language for international communication, or “the international language.” The word esperanto means “one who hopes.”

Esperanto’s vocabulary, syntax and semantics derive predominantly from languages of the Indo-European group. The vocabulary derives primarily from Romance languages, with substantial contributions from Germanic languages. Slavic languages also influenced the grammar and phonology. Prefixes and suffixes may be freely combined with roots to generate words, making it possible to communicate effectively with a smaller set of words.

Esperanto is the most successful of this type of effort. Estimates put the number of people who know how to speak Esperanto at around 100,000. Concentration of speakers is highest in Europe, East Asia, and South America. The language has also gained a noticeable presence on the internet in recent years, as it became increasingly accessible on platforms such as Duolingo, Wikipedia, and Google Translate.

According to Zamenhof, he created the language to reduce the “time and labor we spend in learning foreign tongues,” and to foster harmony between people from different countries: “Were there but an international language, all translations would be made into it alone . . . and all nations would be united in a common brotherhood.”

In 1954, the UN  granted official support to Esperanto as an international auxiliary language in the Montevideo Resolution. However, it is still not one of the official languages of the UN. Esperanto has not been a secondary official language of any recognized country, but it entered the education systems of Hungary and China. The U.S. Army has published military phrase books in Esperanto. As the clue at 34D states: it has its own “green star” flag (below).

If someone asks in Esperanto if you speak Esperanto (Ĉu vi parolas Esperanton?), you can say: Mi ne komprenas vin, which means “I don’t understand you.”

One of the comments yesterday was: I bought an Esperanto book back in the 80s and left it on the shelf for about 30 years. Turns out you can’t learn it that way.

Bonan nokton — Good night!

No chatter today. Distracted by all six gorgeous grandkids visiting. And a dreadful Michigan defeat. Boo hoo.

See you next year!

Here’s a text conversation with son Sam this morning:

Sam: The party at the Finkelman’s on Sunday: Is it fancy?

Me: Not at all. Dress for comfort.

Sam: Okay.

Me: Unless you’re chosen Pumpkin King. Then you’ll need a pumpkin suit. I’ll let you know.

Sam: Yikes! I think someone else should have the honor.

Me: No one has ever walked away from it. Don’t disgrace the family.

Sam: Okay, I’ll pack one just in case.

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No one was surprised that ALY Raisman nailed her landing today in the grid at 32 across. She still has it, despite retiring from gymnastics three years ago at age 25. After competing in the 2012 and 2016 Olympics, she is the third-most decorated U.S. gymnast in Olympic history behind Shannon Miller and Simone Biles, with six medals.

In the 2012 Olympics in London, in the floor final, Aly placed first with a score of 15.600, becoming the first American woman to win a gold medal on floor. Raisman, who is Jewish, performed to the tune of “Hava Nagila,” and dedicated her floor routine to the 11 Israeli Olympians killed by Palestinian terrorists at the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich.

In November 2017, Raisman came forward as one of the many victims sexually abused by the former Olympic team physician, Larry Nassar, starting at the age of 15. She was one of victims who read impact statements at Nassar’s sentencing.

Aly is single.

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The NYT today had a feature listing many of the obits from 2022. In January alone, we lost Sidney Poitier (94), Ronnie Spector of the Ronettes (78), Don Maynard, HOF receiver for the Jets (86), Meat Loaf (the rocker)(74), Dwayne Hickman (described as TV’s “lovelorn” Dobie Gillis)(87), and the exquisite Yvette Mimieux (80). How depressing to read about the famous personalities who died during the year. I wrote a letter to The Times suggesting that next year they list the famous people who are born in 2023 instead. (Wait, what?)

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three.” Here are The Ronettes singing “Be My Baby” back in 1964 (Ouch!), followed by a shot of the young Yvette Mimieux, who was of French and Mexican descent, and who was nominated for three Golden Globe awards during her acting career.

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Today’s puzzle was by the wily veteran constructor Brendan Emmett Quigley, who is approaching his 200th NYT puzzle. He was certainly up to his tricks in this one. The clue for SIPHON at 38A was “Secretly pass gas?” (Tee hee.) And his great clue for TV SETS was “Objects thrown out of hotel windows, in a rock ‘n’ roll cliche.” A “metric unit equal to 100 square meters” turned out to be ARE, which was new to me. You may be more familiar with “hectare,” which is 100 ares. And did you know that the world capital whose name means “elephant trunk” in Arabic is KHARTOUM? Well, now you do. You never know when it will come up.

How about “Place to get a platza treatment?” Huh? The answer was SAUNA, but what’s a platza treatment? It’s Russian. You lie on the hottest level of the sauna and are pummeled with a broom-like venik made of oak leaves soaked in olive-oil soap. Then you jump into a cold pool or shower. It opens your pores and removes toxins, dead skin, and $40. At least that’s the cost at the Russia and Turkish Bath House on E. 10th St., in NYC.

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“‘The Spoonful of Milk’ painter, 1912” was the clue at 14A, and the answer was CHAGALL. Here’s the painting:

Barbara S. stated that she was aware that Chagall often included Jewish themes in his work and was wondering (as a non-Jew) if milk held any special place in Judaism. MBR responded that the Holy Land was referred to as the “Land of Milk and Honey.” I added the following to the discussion:

“A fundamental tenet of Judaism is the forcing of food onto someone who could probably do without it. Chagall employs milk in this painting, but it could just as well be some lox or a nice blintz.”

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“MLB great with a famous ‘unbreakable’ streak, familiarly,” at 39A was JOE D, for Joe DiMaggio. The commentariat was all in a fuss over whether he was actually called “Joe D.” Several felt it was just Joltin’ Joe. Well it was certainly Joltin’ Joe but it was also certainly Joe D. No question about it. (Hrummmmph.) The “streak” is his 56-game hitting streak, i.e., he got at least one hit in 56 consecutive games. It ran from May 15 to July 16 in 1941. The previous record was 44 games by Baltimore Oriole Wee Willie Keeler. Keeler’s record had held for over 40 years (since 1897). Keeler was called Wee Willie because he was only 5′ 4″, and 140 pounds. He was a lifetime .341 hitter, and is in the Hall of Fame.

Getting back to Joe D, the starting pitcher opposing the Yankees in the 40th game of the streak for the Philadelphia Athletics was Johnny Babich, whom DiMaggio had faced during a 61-game hitting streak he put together in the minors. (Wow!) Babich told the local press that he would end DiMaggio’s streak by getting him out in his first plate appearance and not giving him any hittable pitches afterwards. Babich induced a popout in DiMaggio’s first at-bat, and in the third inning started him off with three unhittable pitches. The fourth pitch by Babich was well outside the strike zone, but DiMaggio lunged at it and guided the ball between Babich’s legs; he ended up with a double which he said left Babich “white as a sheet.”  DiMaggio later referred to this as “the most satisfying hit of the streak.” His last at-bat (ending the streak) was against Jim Bagby, Jr., who was on in relief for the Indians. After the streak ended, DiMaggio got hits in the next 15 games.

The last player to hit .400 was Ted Williams (.406), and it was also in 1941. But DiMaggio was named MVP due to the streak. (He hit .357 that year.) Since 1941, the closest anyone has come was Pete Rose in 1978, tying Keeler for second place at 44. Here’s an index card signed by Joe D. from my collection.

And here’s the opening verse from Be My Baby by the Ronettes:

The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance I’d never let you go
So won’t you say you love me
I’ll make you so proud of me
We’ll make ’em turn their heads every place we go.

Yes we will! Thanks for stopping by.

There is some fallout from yesterday’s mention of Stevie Nicks. I was intrigued by the comment that when she sang “Rhiannon” in concert it seemed like an exorcism, so I went to Youtube to watch a performance from 1975. It was pretty intense. Sometimes it strained her voice so much that a few shows by the band had to be canceled to allow her to recover.

She introduces the song by saying it’s about a Welsh witch (a good witch). In Celtic religion Rhiannon’s the Welsh manifestation of a goddess. Wikipedia describes her as a strong-minded “Otherworld” woman, intelligent, politically shrewd, beautiful, wealthy, and generous. Nicks’ lyrics include the following lines:

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?

All your life you’ve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind.

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness.

Parents started naming their daughters Rhiannon once the song came out: singer/songwriter Rhiannon Giddens, for example, born on 2/21/1977.

Had you heard about this flap back in 2010? (I am so out of this loop.) At the Grammys, Nicks and Taylor Swift sang Rhiannon together as a duet. Nicks originally didn’t want to do the song with Smith. “She’s 20 years old, 5′ 11″ and slender; I’m 40 years older and, to be frank, neither of the other two things. I was not about to stand next to this girl on national television. But her little face just lights up like a star, and I couldn’t say no. Taylor reminds me of myself in her determination and her childlike nature,” and she praised Smith’s singing, songwriting, and musicianship.

But Smith had a rare off-night, and when they sang the song together Tay Tay was badly out of tune. The critics did not hold back. Swift said she appreciated “constructive or professional” criticism, but she was furious that some of it “crossed the line,” and was just plain mean. Bob Lefsetz wrote a particularly vicious review stating, “Taylor Swift can’t sing. Did Taylor Swift kill her career overnight? I’ll argue she did. In one fell swoop, she consigned herself to the dustbin of teen phenoms. Taylor’s too young and dumb to understand the mistake she made.”

Ouch!

As you may recall from earlier owl chatter, Taylor is not a hick from West Virginia. She’s from West Reading PA, and her dad was a stockbroker and her mom a mutual fund marketing exec. She took vocal and acting lessons in New York City from age nine. As Mick Jagger noted after 9/11 — “You don’t fuck with New York.” Swift planned her revenge coldly.

It’s impressive when an artist harnesses his or her artistry to make a point. I remember back in 1979, Reggie Jackson had a famous feud with manager Billy Martin. You could see them on TV, pushing and shoving each other in the dugout after Martin humiliated Reggie by taking him off the field in the middle of an inning. Then Reggie hit three home runs on three consecutive pitches on the grand stage of the World Series to defeat the Dodgers. Case closed. Martin was gone.

Similarly, here, Swift struck back pointedly with her song “Mean.” In the video she references the feelings of the schoolgirl shunned by the popular kids, and the gay kid bullied in the locker room. But the song is mainly Swift herself striking back. I was going to reproduce the lyrics for you but they don’t pack the same power without the music and her performance. Check it out, below — She takes on the look of a flapper from the 1920s for part of it. And she’s playing the banjo.

Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

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Oh, gosh, I haven’t even gotten to the puzzle yet. Hunker down. Get comfortable. Top off the coffee, or pop open another beer. There’s an awful lot to chatter about today.

The clue at 62A was “Size option at Starbucks,” for VENTI. Here’s LMS on it:

No place can make me feel like an outsider like Starbucks can. I feel like such an imposter that I can’t bring myself to say VENTI. I have to practically whisper medium black coffee, please and even then my face burns with embarrassment that I’m not spouting off VENTI iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, two pump, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip.

T Trimble chimed in:

I feel not so much an impostor in a Starbucks (hi @Loren) as I do like Larry David in Curb Your Enthusiasm, who refuses to deal with the stupid lingo. “I’ll have a vanilla……….. one of the vanilla bullshit things, you know, you, whatever you want, some vanilla bullshit latte cappu thing, you know, whatever you got, I don’t care.” Barista guy: “You got it.”

Jackie Mason has some material on the topic too. Those high stools you have to sit on at some Starbucks. “You can’t get down — elderly Jews are sitting up there and they can’t get down. They have to ask for help from the Gentiles, ‘Please, mister, can you help me down from here, I could break a hip.’”

And Bill Maher has noted: The longer the Starbuck’s order, the bigger the a**hole.

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SALMA Hayek dropped by the grid, right up there at 8 across. Hi SH!

Salma was born on Sept. 2, 1966 (so she’s 56), in Coatzacoalcos, Veracruz, Mexico and is a citizen of Mexico and the U.S. Her dad’s Lebanese and her mom’s Spanish, and an opera singer.

Hayek’s portrayal of Frida Kahlo in 2002 earned her an Oscar nomination for Best Actress, the first ever for a Mexican actress. On Dec. 13, 2017, Hayek published an op-ed in the NYT stating that she had been harassed and abused by film producer Harvey Weinstein during the production of Frida. She also directs and produces films. She married French billionaire Francois-Henri Pinault in 2009. Their daughter Valentina was born in 2007.

Hayek’s charitable work includes increasing awareness on violence against women and discrimination against immigrants. On July 19, 2005, Hayek testified before the U.S. Senate Judiciary Committee supporting reauthorizing the Violence Against Women Act.  She is a board member of V-Day, the charity founded by playwright Eve Ensler, discussed recently in owl chatter. 

She’s got serious good looks. If she ever spoke to me (which, fuhgedaboutit), I couldn’t possibly form words. It would take all I’ve got just to make sounds and point.

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The clue at 40D was “Euphemism for a lesbian couple.” The answer was GAL PALS, and it generated a bit of controversy, starting with LMS’s ponderings:

“Look. I don’t know what I’m talking about here, but I was brought up short by the clue for GAL PALS. I would think that the creation of a euphemism is born of trying to sidestep saying outright something not so great. You’re like, Excuse me, I’m going to go powder my nose. and not Excuse me, I’m going to go urinate. The very existence, then, of a euphemism implies the existence of something unpleasant. We have euphemisms for peeing, vomiting, mentally challenged people, firing employees, dying, etc. Nowadays do we really have to sugarcoat lesbian couple? I don’t think we have euphemisms for happy things like birthday cake. . . hold on. I’m gonna look into this

…googling…..

Ok, so I’m not quite right. Seems the euphemism doesn’t avoid saying something unpleasant so much as avoids being too direct. Pregnant/expecting. . . problem/issue. . . used/second hand. So never mind.”

Kitshef said:

I’ve heard GAL PALS used a ton, but never as a euphemism for a lesbian couple. I’ve generally heard it to mean a female friend with whom you (you being male or female) have a non-sexual relationship – a ‘girl friend’ but not a ‘girlfriend’.

Weezie then chimed in with this, from the “battlefront:”

Okay, this trans queerdo is here to defend GAL PALS as a totally awesome answer to a great clue and not at all offensive or suggesting erasure or cloaking is good or right. Over the last couple years, there’s been a swelling of critique around how academics, historians, and media seem to be wildly insistent on sticking to the Gal Pals narrative, amounting to lesbian or bisexual erasure. I.e., “Emily Dickinson really wrote to Sue ‘I tore open your letter and licked the envelope’s seal for any lingering taste of you’ and historians thought they were just friends.” #GalPals or #JustGalPals is shorthand for calling out and mocking that tendency. It is very much a current in millennial and Gen Z queer contemporary culture!”

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OMG! — a special shout-out to our excellent friend Pam who just let us know that she will be making a batch of Nanaimo bars for our get-together in Wilmington on New Year’s Day! She will be using Joyce Hardcastle’s award-winning recipe we reproduced in yesterday’s chatter. How great is that! Pam — brace yourself for some special bone-crushing owl-chatter hugs. [Pam notes she will be using gluten-free graham crackers, so Jenny and other gluten-shunning revelers will be able to partake. [Darn it — less for me!]]

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Here’s a poem by Ted Kooser from Winter Morning Walks, for a graceful ending today:

Older this morning, the moon
hid most of her face
behind a round gray mirror.

In a half-hour’s walk, I saw
six shooting stars. Celestial notes,
I thought, struck from the high end
of the keyboard.

Thanks for stopping by!

Happy Chanukah, everybody! — to those among you who are Jewish, and those among you who are Jew-ish. We are having our Chanukah dinner with 83.3% of our grandchildren tonight — on the eleventh night. How’s that for a miracle! It’s all symbolic, right? This year it’s symbolizing the Jews’ inability to get their act together during the regular holiday.

How fitting that today’s puzzle is a NYT debut for a Jewish constructor: Josh Goodman, who cuts right to the chase at 40D with the granddaddy of us all: ABRAHAM, clued with “Isaac’s father, in the Bible.” Goodman includes this sweet note in the “Constructor’s Notes” section of Wordplay in the Times:

“It’s especially exciting to be making my New York Times debut because the Times puzzle holds sentimental value for me. During college, I did the crossword every day at lunch, and in my sophomore year I was joined by another member of my dining co-op. We would solve the puzzle together and then sit and talk, sometimes for hours. Eight years later, she’s now my fiancée (and No. 1 test solver). Love you, Talia!”

It’s a good puzzle. The clue at 32A was “Lowest pitches in chords,” and the answer was BASS NOTES. One comment asked: “Why would chords require that the lowest pitch be in the bass range?”

And the response was: “The lowest note in a chord is called the bass note no matter where it falls pitch wise. If you’re playing a chord all the way to the right on a piano, the lowest note is still called the bass note even though it’s above the treble clef. Often the bass note is the same note as the name of the chord and then it’s also called a root note.”

Music was certainly the order of the day. The theme centered on the only three women to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice: Once with a band or partner, and again as a solo artist.

Ready?

TINA TURNER, CAROLE KING, AND STEVIE NICKS…

Goodman noted a “glaring gender inequality” in that 23 men fall into that category.

Nicks, who is 74 now, was born in Phoenix and started singing duets with her grandfather at age 4. She majored in Speech Communication at San Jose State, planning to be an English teacher, but dropped out with her dad’s blessing to pursue a musical career with Lindsay Buckingham, whom she met as a senior in HS. LB was at San Jose State too. On New Year’s Eve, 1974, Mick Fleetwood invited Buckingham to join Fleetwood Mac, and Buckingham insisted that Nicks be welcome too.

In 1975, the album Fleetwood Mac was a hit. Nicks’ “Rhiannon” was voted one of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time by Rolling Stone. Her live performances of the song took on a theatrical intensity and built to a climax in which Nicks’ vocals were so impassioned that Fleetwood said “her ‘Rhiannon’ was like an exorcism.”

She is unusually pretty, with a soulful look.

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Carole King, who is turning 81 in February, was born in Manhattan. Her mom was a teacher and her dad a firefighter and they met in an elevator in Brooklyn College. (Comic Sam Levenson, whose birthday it is today (but who is dead), said, “If you die in an elevator, try to make sure it’s heading up.”)

Carole attended Queens College but at 17 got pregnant and married Gerry Goffin and dropped out to get a job and write songs with him. Good move (the songs part). Earlier, Neil Sedaka dated King in high school and had a hit “Oh! Carol” in 1959.

Among King’s 25 solo albums, Tapestry sold over 30 million copies, was No. 1 for over three months, and remained on the charts for nearly six years.

Here’s a song she wrote over fifty years ago that still moves me to tears. Click on the arrow — you’ll be transported.

I saw James Taylor perform at Tanglewood about five years ago with Sam and Sarah (in the audience — they weren’t performing). As you can see in the video, Taylor is bald now, and he told a story about his recent performance in Jamaica. He hadn’t played there for about 30 years, and at one point he took his cap off and a startled Jamaican fellow in the front row said “Wha hoppin mon?”

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Tina Turner, born Anna Mae Bullock in Brownsville TN, is 83. Wikipedia says she is widely regarded as the Queen of Rock and Roll. No argument here.

Impossible to capture the fire in a photo.

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Ever hear of NANAIMO? I hadn’t, which made getting 12 down a challenge. The clue was “Vancouver Island city.” It’s in British Columbia, Canada, and used to be called Hub City because of its central location on the island and the way its streets radiate from the shoreline like the spokes of a wagon wheel. The indigenous people of the area are the Snuneymuxw. It’s called Nanaimo because that’s as close as we can come to pronouncing it. Allison Crowe and Dianna Krall come from Nanaimo.

The Nanaimo Bar is a dessert that requires no baking. It’s named after the city (duh). It consists of three layers: (1) a wafer, nut (walnuts, almonds, or pecans), and coconut crumb base; (2) custard icing in the middle; and (3) a layer of chocolate ganache on top. (Ganache is a paste made of chocolate and cream.) Variations are allowed. It’s been associated with the city from as far back as the 19th century.

In 1985, Mayor Graeme Roberts initiated a contest to find the ultimate Nanaimo bar recipe. The recipe submitted by Joyce Hardcastle, a resident of Nanaimo (voo den?), was unanimously selected by a panel of judges. As a service to the readers of owl chatter, it is reproduced below.

The designation “Nanaimo bar” appears in the Canadian Oxford Dictionary.

A U.S. state dinner hosted by the Obamas in honor of Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in 2016 featured Nanaimo bars as the main dessert.

In 2019, Canada Post issued a booklet of postage stamps dedicated to Canadian desserts and sweets. The booklet of 10 stamps features images of the Nanaimo bar, the butter tart, tarte au sucre (sugar pie), blueberry grunt, and Saskatoon berry pie. [OMG — blueberry grunt!]  The booklet of stamps resembled a recipe card. The image of the Nanaimo bar on the stamp received some criticism for its ratio of “the crumbly base, the custard filling, and the chocolate ganache icing.” Seriously.

JOYCE’S OFFICIAL NANAIMO BAR RECIPE

Bottom Layer

½ cup unsalted butter (European style cultured)
¼ cup sugar
5 tbsp. cocoa
1 egg beaten
1 ¼ cups graham wafer crumbs
½ c. finely chapped almonds
1 cup coconut

Melt first 3 ingredients in top of double boiler. Add egg and stir to cook and thicken. Remove from heat. Stir in crumbs, coconut, and nuts. Press firmly into an ungreased 8″ x 8″ pan.

Second Layer

½ cup unsalted butter
2 Tbsp. and 2 Tsp. cream
2 Tbsp. vanilla custard powder
2 cups icing sugar

Cream butter, cream, custard powder, and icing sugar together well. Beat until light. Spread over bottom layer.

Third Layer

4 squares semi-sweet chocolate (1 oz. each)
2 Tbsp. unsalted butter

Melt chocolate and butter over low heat. Cool. Once cool, but still liquid, pour over second layer and chill in refrigerator.

(Judy from Lake Havasu says she used egg nog in place of the cream in the custard and it was a huge hit. Just sayin’.)

The clue at 47A completely threw me: “Brit who wrote “The Vanishing Half.” Those of you familiar with the very popular book know how I was led astray. It’s not a British author — it’s an American author whose first name is “Brit.” Brit Bennett. “The Vanishing Half” came out in 2020 and rose to #1 on the NYT best-seller list. It was also named a top ten book of 2020 by the Times. Ms. Bennett is of particular interest to owl chatter because she pursued her graduate studies at UMich — Go Blue!

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There’s simply no end to the extraordinary women Josh Goodman was able to cram into the grid today. And JANE ADDAMS takes the cake (or at least the Nanaimo bar). She was born in Cedarville, IL, on Sept. 6, 1860. A lifelong pacifist, in 1931 she became the first American woman to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. She co-founded Hull House in Chicago, one of the country’s leading settlement houses providing aid to the poor. She essentially brought into being the field of social work as it is known today, and her work helped establish Sociology as an academic discipline.

Mary Rozet Smith was the love of her life. They owned a summer home in Bar Harbor, Maine, and were together for 40 years until Mary’s death. When apart they wrote to each once or twice daily. “I miss you dreadfully and am yours ’til death,” Addams wrote.

Addams herself died in Chicago on May 21, 1935 at the age of 74. In 1940, a 10c U.S. postage stamp was issued honoring her.

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Arggggh!– as ennobling as it would be to close with Jane Addams, I can’t let go of that Blueberry Grunt. Here’s what they look like, said Tom droolingly, with a clump of vanilla on the side.

Mmmmm, what’s that neat smell? Don Christopher died this month in Gilroy, CA. He was 88. We all have a lot more garlic in our diets because of this man. For much of the last century, garlic (sometimes called the “stinking rose”), was considered exotic and was rarely found in the home. The influx of immigrants in the ’70s along with more health-conscious eating laid the groundwork for a garlic boom. Gilroy became the garlic capital of the world, and Christopher became known as the Garlic King, greatly expanding its production on his farm and boosting it in every way possible. The town of Gilroy’s association with garlic was so strong that Will Rogers once said Gilroy was the only town he knew where you could marinate a steak by hanging it on a clothesline.

Christopher founded the Fresh Garlic Producers Association in 1978. In 1979 he created the Gilroy Garlic Festival, and only expected a thousand or so visitors. But over 15,000 came, and it grew to 100,000 by the early 80s. The Food Network played it up. From 1975 to 1994, the country’s garlic production tripled. Then, in 2019, a gunman opened fire at the festival, killing three and wounding 17. The festival was sued, and then the pandemic hit. The festival was canceled in 2022 and for the foreseeable future. But the demand for garlic remains strong. Don’s grandson Ken, the executive VP of the ranch, expects to set a sales record this year: Over a billion bulbs sold.

Sadly, Don Christopher died without ever getting the answer to his life-long question: How many people does it take to change a garlic bulb? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind. The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Here’s a shot of Christopher doing what he did best — talking up the bulbs.

The NYT obit also referred to garlic’s vampire-fighting powers.

Did you know that Count Dracula and his wife almost didn’t get married? It’s true. When they went for their blood tests, he found out she wasn’t his type. And she was upset that he never earned his college degree – he flunked art because all he would draw is blood. They also had a big fight over whether to invite his cross-dressing cousin to the wedding — Count Dragula.

But the wedding was nice — they hadn’t seen some of the family since her Bat Mitzvah. They served blood pudding, blood oranges, blood sausages, Bloody Marys, and Bloodweiser. For the band, they got Blood, Sweat and Tears. Once they were married, she almost threw him out of the castle when she suspected that his secretary was going down for the Count, and she caught them necking once. There’s always something. I could go on in this vein, but enough is enough. If you’re a little squeamish, please scroll by this shot of an actual vampire. It can be pretty upsetting.

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Is there a story in the news more delicious than that of George Santos? He’s the guy just elected to Congress from Long Island after lying about everything on his record that you could lie about. I’m kind of proud that he chose to lie about going to college at a CUNY school (Baruch). He chose Baruch over the Ivies or Stanford!

He admitted to many of the lies, having no choice but to do so, but he had an explanation about his lie that he was Jewish. [You may find this hard to believe, but I am not making it up.] He said he never claimed to be Jewish. He said his claim was that he was “Jew”-ish. You know: “Jew-like.” (Based on some Jews on his mother’s side.) Put that in the “you can’t make this stuff up” file. So I got something out of the whole sordid business. Remember I was lamenting that I didn’t have a favorite suffix? It’s “ish” now. No question.

Here’s Santos, swearing to something. Does he look Jew-ish to you?

In the puzzle today, 1 across was CABALS (“small groups of conspirators”), and the word triggered a bit of a brouhaha. Commenter Natasha said the word comes from Jewish mysticism — Kabbalah, and has anti-Semitic connotations. She said the word should be shunned! Others noted the word is also associated acronymatically (I made that word up!) with five ministers in the government of England’s King Charles II. The initial letters of the names or titles of those men (Clifford, Arlington, Buckingham, Ashley, and Lauderdale) spell CABAL. Bottom line: the word does derive from the Hebraic Kabbalah, since its use predates the five ministers, but it does not appear to have taken on an anti-Semitic flavor. So you should feel free to continue using the word, as far as I’m concerned, maybe just not around Natasha. Why ask for trouble?

BTW, Charles II was known as the “merry monarch,” and acknowledged at least twelve illegitimate children. He doesn’t look all that merry, or handsome, to me. But who am I to judge?

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The clue for 2 down was “Sean who voiced the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Rafael,” and the answer was ASTIN. WTF??!! I’m supposed to know that on a Tuesday? Even on a Saturday that’s ridiculous. But the acrosses were easy, so all is forgiven.

You may recognize Sean (below). He’s been in stuff, including the popular Stranger Things, and 24. And get this — his parents are Patty Duke (she of the identical cousins), and John Astin — Gomez on The Addams Family. Who didn’t love Gomez? Anyway, Sean looks like a nice kid.

There’s no such thing as identical cousins, amirite? Here are the lyrics from the old Patty Duke Show:

Meet Cathy, who’s lived most everywhere,
From Zanzibar to Berkeley Square
But Patty’s only seen the sights
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights –
What a crazy pair!

But they’re cousins,
Identical cousins all the way.
One pair of matching bookends,
Different as night and day.

Where Cathy adores a minuet,
The Ballets Russes, and crepes suzette,
Our Patty loves to rock and roll,
A hot dog makes her lose control –
What a wild duet!

Still, they’re cousins,
Identical cousins and you’ll find,
They laugh alike, they walk alike,
At times they even talk alike –

You can lose your mind,
When cousins are two of a kind.

I tried to get a sexy shot of Patty Duke. Fuhgedaboutit. This is the best I could do, fellas. She just wasn’t that kind of girl.

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With W. H. AUDEN in the grid today at 13 down, a poem would be fitting. Auden’s too hard for me, though (duh). Here’s one by Kooser from Winter Morning Walks that’s more my speed. (A photo of bittersweet follows.)

How is it bittersweet could know
to send its blind gray tendrils
spiralling into the empty limbs
of this particular cedar, dead and bony,
set apart, in winter, on a hillside,
where the bright red berries
in their orange, three-petalled flowers
are shown in such perfection?

For those of you who, like me, pretty much forgot everything you learned on American History, it may be news that a significant early turn in the Revolutionary War took place on Christmas night 1776, right here in Jersey. The 5,000 men with Washington still able to fight were demoralized from defeats and retreats. “These are the times that try men’s souls,” Tom Paine wrote in a pamphlet, urging the effort on. Congress had abandoned Philadelphia, fearing a British advance.

When Washington learned the British garrison at Trenton was weakly manned (by Hessians), he crossed back over the Delaware River in an icy storm with 2,400 men. They marched nine miles and overtook the garrison. The Colonials’ spirits were buoyed by the victory at Trenton and enlistments increased. Several weeks later, Washington defeated the Brits at Princeton, causing them to abandon their posts in Jersey. By March, Congress moved back into Philly. Historians credit the Battles at Trenton and Princeton with saving the Revolutionary cause.

(It’s unclear how the British were able to get into Princeton in the first place because their SAT’s were low.)

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See those chunks of ice in that picture of Washington, above? Today’s puzzle started right off at 1 across with: “Floating ice chunk,” and I filled in floe, but it turned out to be BERG. I wasn’t the only one who did that, and here’s quite the explication by commenter Barbara S., whose husband, amazingly, is a glaciologist:

ME: What do you think? Which is a better answer for the clue: BERG or floe?

MY H: “Chunk” implies something smaller than a BERG which, famously, are colossal and mostly invisible. I’d tend to prefer floe. But another possibility, although it’s too long, is “bergy bit.”

ME: “Bergy bit”? What?? Did you just make that up?

MY H: No. It’s a term you see in the literature.

ME: Literature? What literature? A children’s book on the Arctic?

MY H: No, the scholarly literature.

ME: Do you mean to tell me that if I were to read a scientific paper on the northern oceans in the journal Nature, I’d encounter the term “bergy bit”?

MY H: Undoubtedly.

ME: Where on earth did that goofy term come from?

MY H: I’m not sure. Possibly scientists who are geeks and live in their heads too much. Or maybe from seamen in wooden sailing ships who were trying to navigate the north Atlantic through to the northwest passage. They needed to know by sight which ocean-based iceforms tended to be the most dangerous, and they may have made up these terms. Another one is “growler.”

ME: “Growler”? For an iceform? Are you sure you aren’t about to invoke the big bad wolf?

After this conversation I [Barbara S.] did some research, and found this on the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) website:

“To be classified as an iceberg, the height of the ice must be greater than 16 feet above sea level and the thickness must be 98-164 feet and the ice must cover an area of at least 5,382 square feet.

“There are smaller pieces of ice known as ‘bergy bits’ and ‘growlers.’ Bergy bits and growlers can originate from glaciers or shelf ice, and may also be the result of a large iceberg that has broken up. A bergy bit is a medium to large fragment of ice. Its height is generally greater than three feet but less than 16 feet above sea level and its area is normally about 1,076-3,229 square feet. Growlers are smaller fragments of ice and are roughly the size of a truck or grand piano. They extend less than three feet above the sea surface and occupy an area of about 215 square feet.”

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Hard to segue from that to Ron ELY, clued at 45 down as “Ron of Tarzan fame.” He’s still living and is 84. During the filming of the Tarzan series that ran for three years on NBC from ’66 to ’68 (57 episodes), Ely did virtually all of his own stunts, breaking his shoulder twice and suffering two dozen major injuries, including lion bites. Among his many other TV roles, Ely played Dobie Gillis’s older brother in one episode, and was in an episode of L.A. Law.

Ely married his high school sweetheart in 1959, but they divorced in 1961. I guess drooling all over someone in Algebra and Trig for two years doesn’t always translate into a good marriage. Good to know.

He waited until 1984 to remarry. His wife this time was Miss Florida in 1981, Valerie Lundeen, and they had three kids: Kirsten, Kaitland, and Cameron. Here’s a family photo:

On October 15, 2019, Valerie was found stabbed to death in the family home; Ron was unharmed. Police were called to the scene and Ely identified their son Cameron as the assailant. He was located and confronted by the police. Although he obeyed their instructions at first, he lunged at them and shouted that he had a gun (he didn’t have a gun). He was then killed by 22 gunshots. The DA ruled it was justifiable homicide and no charges were brought against the officers. Ely filed a Federal wrongful death lawsuit against the Santa Barbara Sheriff’s Office. According to Ely, the shooting was uncalled for and the officers failed to give proper care to his wife and son. As far as I can tell, the matter has not been resolved.

Asked for comment, Ely, who should know, stated “It’s a jungle out there.”

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Next time someone with a lisp tells you he has to take a PITH, don’t show him where the bathroom is –toss him an orange. The clue at 30 down was: “Bitter part of an orange.” I was today old when I learned that PITH is that white stuff that is part of the peel or rind. As it happens, the pith is rich in Vitamin C, fiber, and anti-oxidants. So someone who is “pith poor” has not eaten enough oranges. (Pleathe — don’t thtart me.) Here’s what your peeled oranges should look like:

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Wow — it’s David Sedaris’s 66th birthday today! Without question, you should stop reading this ridiculous blog, and pick up any collection of his stories. Here are some quotes:

“If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.”

“Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you’re offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone’s feelings”

“If you stepped out of the shower and saw a leprechaun standing at the base of your toilet, would you scream, or would you innately understand that he meant you no harm?”

[IMHO — that third one? It doesn’t get any better than that.]

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I’m happy to note I finished grading the tax exams. For a class of around 35 students, 4 failed and two got A+. Too many C’s. Oh, well. Another semester in the books.

Thanks for stopping by!

Met Diary this week ran a feature selecting the top five items for the year and picked a winner. I’m going to share one of the non-winners, though. It’s by Jane Moos Cohen, and is called “Extra Ticket.”

It was April 1992, and I had two tickets for the Chicago Symphony at Carnegie Hall.

The person I had invited to join me was unable to come, so I did something I had never done before: I stood on the sidewalk and held up the extra ticket to see if I could find a taker.

A man approached me, asked for a discount, and we completed the transaction.

We sat next to each other, and the rest is history. I had just turned 40, he was 45 and neither of us had been married. We got engaged that August and married in October, 30 years ago last month.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

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Oh, my goodness — Phil Ochs is here, at 100 down today, clued as a “Joan Baez contemporary.” My heart skipped a beat. His song “Changes” was sung at my wedding by sisters-in-law Bobbie and Judy. “Sit by my side, come as close as the air.” Our cat Philly was named after him.

But the song of his I want to share in owl chatter this morning is the extraordinary “When I’m Gone.” Here are the lyrics, and you can hear him perform it while you read them via Youtube with a simple click, below:

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone
My pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone
And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone
Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m gone
And I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m gone
Can’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m gone
Can’t be singin’ louder than the guns while I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

All my days won’t be dances of delight when I’m gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I’m gone
Can’t add my name into the fight while I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be laughin’ at the lies when I’m gone
And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone
Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it
I guess I’ll have to do it
Guess I’ll have to do it
While I’m here

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Youtube allows for comments below the performances, and I found this one below “When I’m Gone:”

“An angelic voice, a beatific heart, a sturdy conscience, a troubled mind and addicted body. It’s no way to go through life, son. Thank you for trying as long as you did.”

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That’s a tough segment to follow, but who better to try than Jennifer Aniston, or JEN, at 58D. I looked for a funny quote of Rachel’s but found a better one of Ross’s, which was probably spoken to Rachel:

“You’re over me? When were you under me?”

Sounds like Groucho.

I looked through about 100 photos of her, trying to pick the perfect one. She’s pretty even when she’s not trying. In this one, she’s trying.

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It’s Rod Serling’s birthday today (1925), of The Twilight Zone. There were 172 episodes of the original show, starting in November of 1958. I remember several, including one in which a dollhouse enthusiast becomes a miniature figure in his dollhouse at the end.

Serling was born to a Jewish family in Syracuse, NY. His dad was a grocer and his mom a homemaker. He was a chatty child and once, during a two-hour car drive, his mother, father, and brother decided to stay silent to see if Serling would notice. He didn’t; he spoke nonstop for the entire ride. He smoked 3 to 4 packs of cigarettes a day and died of a heart attack when he was 50. File it under “Way Too Young,” in The Twilight Zone.

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Dorothy Wordsworth, William’s sister, was also born on this day in 1771, in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. (We’ll just let that sit there, and tiptoe away.) Get this — she was a poet too, filling journals with her verses, and William often stole from her work, including parts of some of his best known poems such as “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud.” WTF Bill?!

Their parents died when William and Dorothy were young and they were separated and sent to live with different relatives. When they later reunited (when she was 23), they stayed together for the rest of their lives. Bill wrote this of her in Tintern Abbey:

Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes …
My dear, dear Sister!

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Everybody’s favorite clue today was at 69D: “Cut with a letter opener?” If you can think of “cut” as a cut of meat, and “letter opener” as “starting with a letter,” you can come up with T-BONE STEAK.

TIL (Today I Learned) that RAGAMUFFIN is a breed of cat, known for being friendly and having thick fur. A pair of ragamuffin kittens:

Meowy Christmas, everybody!