For a blog devoted entirely to utter nonsense, the choice could not be clearer. In fact, to us, he’s essentially running unopposed. From his priceless suggestion during a Covid press conference that disinfectants be injected into our bodies, to his call for dropping a nuclear bomb in the eye of a hurricane “to disrupt it,” to his praising Washington’s Revolutionary War armies in a July 4th speech for “taking over the airports” . . . What can we say?
You may recall the Lysol people immediately issued a panicked public warning against drinking Lysol or injecting it.
As far as nonsense goes, the man is unparalleled. There’s more: He repeatedly asserted that the F-35, a “stealth” fighter plane, is invisible — it can be right next to you: you can’t see it. His citing of a new coal mine for “clean coal.” As he explained: they take out the coal and they clean it: so then it’s clean coal. His observation that the noise from windmills causes cancer.
Could you plotz?
Intrepid OC photographer Phil caught Dr. Deborah Birx’s response as Trump was making those statements.
This poem by Barbara Crocker from The Writer’s Almanac is called “All Saints.”
It’s one day past the Day of the Dead, and this has been a bad year, six funerals already and not done yet. But on this blue day of perfect weather, I can’t muster sadness, for the trees are radiant, the air thick as Karo warmed in a pan. I have my friend’s last book spread on the table and a cup of coffee in a white china mug. All the leaves are ringing, like the tiny bells of God. My mother, too, is ready to leave. All she wants now is sugar: penuche fudge, tapioca pudding, pumpkin roll. She wants to sit in the sun, pull it around her shoulders like an Orlon sweater, and listen to the birds in the far-off trees. I want this sweetness to linger on her tongue, because the days are growing shorter now, and night comes on, so quickly.
In yesterday’s puzzle, at 32D the clue was “Elizabeth of cosmetics,” and the answer was ARDEN. Commenter Son Volt was moved to share this Van Morrison song with us: “Linden Arden Stole the Highlights.” I’m way too stupid to understand what it’s about. An Irishman on the run, living in SF, a hard drinker, but also churchgoing and sentimental. When some boys from back home come for him, he confronts them violently. That’s a piece of it — take a listen for yourselves for the whole story.
Today’s puzzle had a little edge to it. At 13A the clue was “Where opposites don’t attract?” and the answer was LESBIAN BAR. Who says the NYT is stodgy? And right above it, we had MOMS Demand Action: a gun control advocacy group.
At 14D, “Yeah, you’re lying” was a good clue for I CALL BS. And “Watchdog’s warning” was GRR. “Shoes, casually” was KICKS — that’s for the young, I think. And 41A was timely. “November handout” was an I VOTED STICKER. We got ours already! — voted in Morristown yesterday. Here’s what it looked like at our polling place.
At 24D, “Bench coverings” was the clue for JUDGES ROBES. Did you know the Florida Supreme Court requires its judges to wear black robes? — no colorful or ornamented robes are allowed. Apparently, the U.S. Supreme Court has no similar prohibition.
Kudos to the World Champion Dodgers. They were clearly the better team. Some weird stuff happened this year. Yankee catcher Austin Wells was called for catcher’s interference last night and Ohtani was awarded first base. It’s called when the catcher’s mitt comes in contact with the bat. As long as the batter is in the batter’s box, it’s the catcher’s obligation to avoid the contact.
In an earlier game, a caught ball was carried into the stands by an outfielder, resulting in the runners being awarded a base. Again, it was Ohtani who was up. He hit a foul pop-up to short left field. Verdugo made an excellent catch in foul territory on the playing field and his momentum carried him into the stands. He flipped over but held onto the ball, so Ohtani was out. But since Verdugo caught the ball on the field and carried it out of bounds, the runners on first and second were each automatically advanced. Had Verdugo reached into the stands to make the catch, there would have been no advance.
Did the Dodgers win, or was it more a case of the Yankees losing? Well, LA deserved the win. Freddie Freeman was sensational and their pitching was better than NY’s. But Judge’s choking and the team’s general poor play did more to undo the New Yorkers. Take a look at this key moment from last night’s game. Unthinkable.
This was in Frank Bruni’s “For the love of sentences” feature this week:
In The New Yorker, Ben Tarnoff recalled an analog past: “I belong to the last generation of Americans who grew up without the internet in our pocket. We went online, but also, miraculously, we went offline.” He conceded disadvantages to that: “We got lost a lot. We were frequently bored. Factual disputes could not be resolved by consulting Wikipedia on our phones; people remained wrong for hours, even days. But our lives also had a certain specificity. Stoned on a city bus, stumbling through a forest, swaying in a crowded punk club, we were never anywhere other than where we were.”
This poem by Marge Piercy is called “October nor’easter” and was in today’s Writer’s Almanac.
Leaves rip from the trees still green as rain scuds off the ocean in broad grey scimitars of water hard as granite pebbles flung in my face.
Sometimes my days are torn from the calendar, hardly touched and gone, like leaves too fresh still to fall littering sodden on the bricks.
But I have had them— torrents of days. Who am I to complain they shorten? I used them hard, wore them out and down, grabbed
at what chance offered. If I stand stripped and bare, my bones still shine like opals where love rubbed sweetly, hard, against them.
Baseball fans will not be surprised to learn that Stan Musial had 3,630 lifetime hits: a number befitting a great Hall of Fame hitter. But did you know he had exactly half (1,815) at home and half on the road? Pretty neat, eh? I learned that in an article noting that Will Smith has won five World Series in a row, starting in 2020 and running through this year. What? Who? No way! Well, it’s sort of a trick question. A person named Will Smith has won five WS in a row, but there are two different Will Smiths. Catcher Will Smith on the Dodgers won with them this year and back in 2020. And there’s a lefty relief pitcher also named Will Smith who won with Atlanta in 2021, Houston in 2022, and Texas last year.
Here’s the one who won last night, with his pretty wife Cara.
The puzzle was a perfect paean to the day: Halloween. The theme revealer in the center was the old classic MONSTER MASH. Then in each quadrant a different monster was “mashed” into a single square. E.g., at 4D the clue was “Othello role,” and the answer had only five letters. Turned out to be DES[DEMON]A with the demon squished into one square. It was crossed by 20A with the clue “June observance” for PRI[DE MON]TH. See the demon in there? The other three monsters that were similarly employed were OGRE, TROLL, and GOLEM.
One of the co-constructors was Paolo Pasco, who’s great. At 56A, the clue was “Opposite of a jumbo shake?” Answer: TREMOR. At 33A, for the clue “Pigeonry” the answer was COTE. Here’s Rex on it: — “I love the word ‘pigeonry.’ Sounds like the shenanigans that pigeons get up to. You know? Flying. Cooing. Pooping on statues. Your basic pigeonry.”
Political headlines from The Onion:
New Trump Ad Shows Montage Of People He’d Kill If Elected
New Indiana Law Requires Women Voters To Show Husband’s ID
So your favorite Aunt Betsy is flying to Chicago and arranges for assistance since she uses a wheelchair. How lovely it is when a handsome young man and attractive young woman show up at the gate: airline employees who will assist Aunt Betsy in boarding her flight. But before you know it poor Betsy is splattered all over the floor, shrieking in pain, and the wheelchair goes bounding out of the gate and onto the tarmac. Apparently, scenes like that happen on a regular basis. American Airlines was just fined $50 million by the Department of Transportation in response to a shitload (plane-load?) of complaints.
Passengers reported being roughly handled, even dropped on the ground, and their wheelchairs, which can cost up to tens of thousands of dollars, being damaged beyond repair. At Miami International Airport, a ramp agent reportedly dropped a wheelchair down a baggage ramp, which then ricocheted onto the tarmac. (There it goes! Get it!) At Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, American employees dropped a passenger on the floor while transferring her from a wheelchair to her seat on the plane. Oopsies!
Aunt Betsy survived her ordeal in one piece. Lookin’ good, Auntie B!
And speaking of millions of dollars in fines, Owl Chatter is thrilled to welcome our Georgie back! He’ll be on the job again “until they throw me into the f*cking slammer!” The OC fridge is already bulging with diet soda, including some new stuff he says is out of this world. We missed you buddy. Welcome home!
Where does he find this stuff? He’s, like, a genius.
As I approach retirement after 38 years of teaching and with my 75th birthday looming, I was sitting in the doctor’s office this morning waiting for my annual checkup, and I realized my entire life has been a charade. Then I remembered that I like charades, so I guess that’s okay.
Do you like stuffed cabbage? Silly question, right? Who doesn’t? I’ve made it a few times and found the actual assembling of each little cabbage leaf, after softening them, was a pain the neck. But then I got an email with a recipe for a stuffed cabbage “casserole” that avoided those steps so I tried it. Yum! It has all the taste of stuffed cabbage with none of the hassle.
OK, so cook up some rice: you’ll need one cup (cooked). Then saute an onion in some olive oil with a little garlic and set it aside. Brown a pound of ground beef and drain the fat off. Stir in the onion/garlic, plus: a 15oz can of tomato sauce; a 14.5 oz can of diced tomatoes (undrained); 1 T of Worcestershire sauce; 1 t of paprika; salt and pepper. (You are also supposed to add 1 t of thyme, but I didn’t have the thyme.) Simmer for 5 min, remove from heat and stir in one cup of cooked rice.
Now use your head. That is, chop up a medium-sized head of cabbage. Take your casserole thingie and put 60% of the chopped cabbage across the bottom. Top it with all of the meat mixture and top that with the rest of the cabbage.
Cover and bake at 350 for 45 min. Uncover, sprinkle with your favorite cheese and return to oven for 15 minutes.
Voila — all the enjoyment of stuffed cabbage with much less work — tastes just like it! (Philly — amirite?)
In the NYTXW today at 47D, the clue was “Rock singer Shirley.” Word of Shirley MANSON had not reached me under my rock, so I was lucky the crosses were easy. She’s the singer with the band Garbage, which I also hadn’t heard of. Apparently, Manson suffers from an unusual condition causing her to only be happy when it rains. She only smiles in the dark. Take a listen.
Do you lava lava lamp? They were invented in1963 by Edwin Craven Walker, British founder of a lighting company, Mathmos. At 21A we were asked what the lava really is. Three letters. Did you know it’s WAX? The heat from the lamp causes the wax mixture to become less dense and rise. Here’s an original Mathmos lamp.
Crossworld was saddened by the death of Teri Garr, who was (and should remain) a popular puzzle answer. Rex shared this lovely note: “RIP to my favorite crosswordese—the only TERI I’m interested in, the only GARR there is, my beloved TERI GARR. Best comic actress of my lifetime. xoxo”
He also shared this wonderful scene of hers (with Dustin Hoffman), which I will shamelessly steal for Owl Chatter.
A numerologist told her that having double letters in both her first and last names (Terry Garr) was not propitious, so Terry became Teri. “It was the best $35 I ever spent,” she said. She dismissed the adage about being nice to people on your way up because you’ll see them again on your way down. “Not true, really,” she said. “I find that as I gently descend the ladder of fame (the same one I viciously clawed my way up), I’m meeting an entirely different set of people.”
Garr suffered from MS for many years and was 79 when it led to her death. She had aged, of course, but the gleam in her eyes never dimmed. She is survived by a daughter and a grandson.
Rest in peace, Teri.
I don’t think Alice Ahearn of the Dull Men’s Club (UK) meant for her inquiry to be as funny as it turned out to be, in which case she’s a natural. Here’s her post: “I’m staying near sir pancreas London. Anything nice and dull nearby?”
It’s funny because she meant she was staying near the Saint Pancras railway station: not Sir Pancreas. Here are some comments:
Mark Daniels: I think you’ll find the stomach nearby and a couple of kidneys around the corner.
Dennis Low: If you’re prepared to travel, there’s the Breadboard Museum.
Alice: That sounds brilliant.
Dennis: Yeah, not dull at all. Six hundred years of breadboards and you get to pick one from the collection and eat off it at the end.
Alice: Wow do you get to eat bread?
Dennis: Totally.
David Wilkinson: Sir Pancreas!!! Was he a knight of the round table or has he been ennobled more recently?
Benjamin Bavardi replied to David with this odd verse:
When a knight won his spleen in the torsos of old, His intestine was blocked and his liver was cold. With a splint on his arm, an IV in his hand, In intensive care waiting til covered in sand.
The actual St. Pancras station features this statue of John Betjeman, a lifelong advocate of Victorian architecture who led the campaign to save the station from demolition in the 1960s.
Go ahead – amaze your friends and your creepy relatives with all of this knowledge. What do you think they thought the lava was — actual lava?
An 8-armed creature would be an octopus, of course. But the puzzle asked for the plural, which is a point of contention for some. The answer for the puzzle was OCTOPUSES. This helpful discussion is from The Ocean Conservancy.
Octopi ❌
While “octopi” has become popular in modern usage, it’s wrong. Octopi is the oldest plural form of octopus, coming from the belief that Latin origins should have Latin endings. However, octopus is not a simple Latin word, but a Latinized form of the Greek word októpus. Consequently, its “correct” plural form would logically be octopodes.
Octopodes ❌
“Octopodes” stems from the belief that because octopus is originally Greek, it should have a Greek ending. This term might be technically correct, but it is the least-used incorrect form of the word for more than one octopus. Using “octopodes” might cause more confusion than it’s worth.
Octopuses ✅
“Octopuses” gives the word an English ending to match its adoption as an English word. Generally, when a noun enters into English, it is pluralized as an English word rather than in its original form. Octopuses may sound peculiar to some, but this is the preferred plural.
Today’s puzzle was a nod to the World Series. The main theme answer was FALL CLASSIC. And the joke was the other theme answers were all classic nursery rhymes involving “falls:” HUMPTY DUMPTY, JACK AND JILL, and LONDON BRIDGE.
At 5D, the clue was “How often many people brush their teeth (avert your eyes, dentists!).” The answer was ONLY ONCE. Commenter Conrad came up with some data from a dental organization. 55% brush twice a day, 29% once a day, 2% don’t brush at all, and, get this — 14% (the clinically insane) brush 3 or more time a day.
Have I told this joke before? The wife is coming out of the shower and the husband is going in, and just then the doorbell rings. The husband says: Go see who that is, so she wraps herself up in a big towel and goes down to open the door. It’s their neighbor Ned and he takes one look at her and says: “I’ll give you $300 if you let that towel drop.” Boom, she lets it go. He pays her the money, she wraps herself back up and goes back upstairs. She tells her husband it was Ned from next door. He says, “Good. Did he say anything about the $300 he owes me?”
Then she brushed her teeth.
At 50D the clue was “___ Island (historic entry point for immigrants)” and the answer, of course, was ELLIS. An anonymous commenter said he was doing the puzzle on the ferry on the way to work and filled in Ellis Island and then looked up and saw it. Neat!
Speaking of Ellis Island, here’s an item from today’s Writer’s Almanac:
It was on this day in 1886 that the Statue of Liberty was officially unveiled and opened to the public. It was shipped to the U.S. in pieces packed into 214 crates. Workers put it back together in New York. Huge crowds came out for the celebration. The statue was under veil, and the sculptor Frédéric-Auguste Bartholdi was alone in the statue’s crown, waiting for the signal to drop the veil. A boy down below was supposed to wave a white handkerchief at the end of the big speech. The boy accidentally waved his handkerchief before the speech was over and Bartholdi let the curtain drop, revealing the huge bronze lady, and gunshots rang out from all the ships in the harbor. The speaker, who had been boring everybody, just sat down.
At 14A the clue was “Friend of Mickey and Goofy,” which, of course, was DONALD. Right above it, at 4A, the clue was “Animal on the state seal of Maine,” which was MOOSE. It made me vaguely remember an old ballplayer who I thought was named Don Moose, but it was Don Mossi. Remember him? He had enormous ears and a face made out of rubber.
Mossi was called up to join the Indians in their pennant-winning year of 1954. The rotation included four eventual Hall of Famers, Early Wynn, Bob Feller, Bob Lemon, and Hal Newhouser. Mossi was used in relief by Cleveland but was traded to Detroit in 1958 and became a starter. He retired after a 12-year career with a record of 101-80 and an ERA of 3.43. He pitched 55 complete games. Upon his retirement he had the highest fielding percentage among pitchers in MLB history (311 chances; 3 errors). Mossi died on July 19, 2019, at age 90. He had been the oldest living member of the 1954 Cleveland pitching staff.
Turns out I was thinking of Bob Moose, who pitched for the Pirates from 1967 to 1976. He was born in Mooscow. [No he wasn’t.] His best year was 1969 when he went 14-3 with an ERA of 2.91 and pitched a no-hitter against the Mets. In 1974, a blood clot formed under the shoulder of his throwing arm. He underwent surgery to remove the clot along with one of his ribs. God later used the rib to create a female moose. Tragically, Moose died in a car crash on his 29th birthday. [Headline might have been Car Strikes Moose.]
Last, the plural of moose is mooses — not moosopods.
Did you know about this “rule?” This story is by Kerry Martin and it’s from today’s Met Diary in the NYT:
Dear Diary:
I was on a moms’ night out during the daytime because it was the only time our group could get away.
After sitting in a Ridgewood bar exchanging stories about our children, talking about New York City schools and comparing our work schedules, we decided to treat ourselves to ice cream.
After getting some, we were standing on the sidewalk enjoying our pastel-colored treats when my scoop fell on the sidewalk.
My friends urged me to ask for a replacement, but I was embarrassed and just stood there blushing and giggling.
Other people joined the chorus, saying it was a rule at ice cream windows that you get a replacement if your scoop falls. Someone’s dog was eyeing mine as it melted on the pavement.
Finally, a man in a paper hat approached us and asked who had dropped the matcha scoop that was now trickling into a crack in the sidewalk.
It only took about five seconds for him to bring me a new cone. This one had sprinkles.
And of course there’s the famous Ed Koren cartoon (Hi Bob!). A little boy or girl has dropped his or her ice cream cone —splat — on the ground and is crying. The mom leans down sympathetically and says: “Do you want to talk about it?”
In yesterday’s NYTXW, at 1A the clue was “Hotel room staple,” and the answer was TV SET. A couple of folks said they thought of “Bible” first. And jberg noted: “A couple of years ago I wanted to look something up so I checked my hotel room drawers for the Gideon Bible, but there wasn’t any. Since then I usually do a quick search, and often find none; sometimes there is a sign saying that you can ask the front desk for religious texts. So I guess it’s no longer a staple.”
In 2006, 95% of hotels in the US provided a Bible in the bedside drawer. By 2016, that number had dropped to 79%. In 2018, only 72% of economy hotels and 46% of luxury hotels provided religious materials, in some cases a Hindu or Buddhist text as an option.
Readers have been requesting dental cartoons.
“The last moments of Dr. Steven Puckett, D.D.S.”
Today’s puzzle was brilliant, IMWO. It was called “Working the Night Shift” which was a pun because it’s about the phases (shifts) of the moon. A ring of circled squares placed in an orbit around the grid represented phases of the moon. The phases are represented by waxing and waning spellings of “MOON”—from a blacked out circle representing a new moon, through “M” “MO” “MOO” “MOON” (for full moon) then “OON” “ON” “N” and back to the blacked out circle again. Check it out, below.
The earth appears at 66A, so the moons are circling it. You can see that one of the constructor credits goes to Jeff Chen — he’s a giant in Crossworld. Hey, here he is! — glad you could stop by Jeff!
How’s that blood thing going? Jeff has a goal of donating 20 gallons of blood (“not all at once,” he reminds us), and is about 2/3 of the way there.
Take a load off, buddy. George is still away, but there should be some Diet Coke and Doritos around here somewhere.
BTW, our Georgie (Santos, if you’re new to OC) was in the news, sorta, a bit, this week. He tweeted that some bombshell is going to land soon tying Kamala to the Diddy Combs scandal. A photo came out last month linking the two and went viral, but it turned out to be Montel Williams with the Veep, with the pic doctored to look like Diddy. Oopsies.
George ended his tweet with: I’m alive and plan to stay that way.
Sounds like a plan GS!! Hurry back — We miss you!! Running dreadfully low on Fresca, big fella.
Best clue today: 28A: “Do-to-do delivery?” The answer is OCTAVE. Get it? “Do” is the musical note here, as in “do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti-do.”
You ever hear of this? At 63A the clue was “Hair-lightening brand,” and the answer was SUN-IN. Huh? Rex nominated this ad for it for the “Worst Use of Rap in a TV Commercial, Ever” award.
It’s an off day for the World Series today. Game 3 is in the Bronx tomorrow. I don’t see the Yanks turning it around. Judge is reeling, and the bottom third of their lineup is dreadful. Their #2 starter (Rodon) got pelted. LA is showing a winning spirit: Ohtani, Betts, and Freddie — look at their faces — they are beaming.
David Baker wrote this poem to send us off tonight. It’s called “Neighbors in October,” and was in today’s Writer’s Almanac.
All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon with bales to the barn, then back to the waiting chopped field. It trails a feather of smoke. Down the block we bend with the season: shoes to polish for a big game, storm windows to batten or patch. And how like a field is the whole sky now that the maples have shed their leaves, too. It makes us believers—stationed in groups, leaning on rakes, looking into space. We rub blisters over billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone, bagging gold for the cold days to come.
The first game of the World Series was disappointing (wrenching, actually) to me as a Yankee fan, but was such a damn good game it’s hard to be too upset.
Jazz Chisholm Jr., the Yankee third-bagger, stole the show, as far as I was concerned, well, at least until Freddie Freeman stole everything at the very end. Jazz made a spectacular play on a hot shot to him when he was playing in to cut off a runner on third from scoring. And in the tenth inning he stole second and third before scoring the lead run on an infield hit. Black lightening. Here’s The Jazzman. So glad he’s in NY.
Little things made such a difference. LA shortstop Tommy Edman dove and stretched as far as he could and needed every inch to stop a grounder up the middle from escaping the infield. It saved a run. In the other direction, Yankee second-baseman Torres couldn’t handle the bounce on the throw from Soto in right when Ohtani doubled off the wall. (Catch the fucking ball, Torres!!) It skipped away towards the mound that was vacated by the pitcher backing up third. Oh no! Ohtani darted alertly to third and scored a moment later on Mookie Betts’s searing drive to deep center. Two plays that made a difference of two runs in LA’s favor.
With Judge still in his post-season funk, the Dodger lineup deeper than New York’s, and Yankee ace Cole “wasted,” the Dodgers are in the catbird seat. But anything can happen.
Today’s award for best clue for a boring word went easily to the clue at 10A: “Freshly pressed grapes before fermentation.” Answer: MUST.
At 27D, the clue was “Vessel that hasn’t crossed the Canadian border since 1993.” You have to think of a cup as the vessel. Then you have to realize a Canadian team has not won the Stanley Cup since ’93. Hence the answer STANLEY CUP. Rex took the occasion to share this exquisite song with us. How in the world have I not heard of Nadia Reid before?
Novelist Anne Tyler was born on this date in Minneapolis in 1941. Most of her novels are set in Baltimore where she’s lived since 1967, but she lived in a Quaker commune in the mountains of North Carolina when she was little and attended a one-room school for all the children who lived on the mountain. There weren’t a lot of books so she read Little Women 22 times. If you’ve read any of her books, she looks exactly how you would imagine she looks.
This poem by Robyn Sarah is called “Nursery, 11 p.m.”
Asleep, the two of you, daughter and son, in separate cribs, what does it matter to you that I stand watching you now, I, the mother who did not smile all day, who yelled, Go away, get out, leave me alone when the soup-pot tipped over on the stove, the mother who burned the muffins and hustled bedtime, tight-lipped. You are far away, beyond reach of whispered amends. Yet your calm breathing seems to forgive, unwinding into the air to mesh like lace, knitting together the holes in the dark. It makes of this dark one whole covering to shawl around me. How warm it is, I think, how much softer than my deserving.
Taylor popped up again in the puzzle today, smack in the middle at 30D: TAY: “When doubled, a pop nickname.” Rex shared this little XW history with us:
One of the weirdest things about TAY, as a crossword answer, is its mysterious 11-year disappearance. The TAY is a Scottish river, and it appeared in pre-Will-Shortz era puzzles with reasonable regularity, but once Shortz took over, it just vanished. Then, suddenly, eleven years later, in 2004, it came back, and has since appeared eighteen times as the Scottish river. The first appearance of this more current pop star clue was just this year back in June, so the TAY-TAY frame of reference is solely a Joel Fagliano post-Shortz-era phenomenon.
Here are the two Tays.
Gordon McGoochan of the DMC (UK) writes: This is our cutlery drawer, there are 4 teaspoons, 14 spoons, 10 knives and 39 forks. Only two people live in this house and I have no idea how this happened. Also, I have never bought a piece of cutlery in my life.
Nick Wallis: They’re in the wrong order: It should be from left to right, knife, fork, spoon, tea spoon.
Debbie Mackay: Teaspoons are with your missing socks.
Robin Lawrenson: I have just counted 42 mugs/teacups in our kitchen, and yes, just two of us; I have never bought one either.
Paul Mandel: Teaspoons are mysterious things, like socks. They do disappear. Where and how, no clue. I recently had to top up with a dozen.
Paul Mandel also cited a study that appeared in The BMJ (British Medical Journal):
Introduction
In January 2004 the authors found their tearoom bereft of teaspoons. Although a flunky (MSCL) was rapidly dispatched to purchase a new batch, these replacements in turn disappeared within a few months. Exasperated by our consequent inability to stir in our sugar and to accurately dispense instant coffee, we decided to respond in time-honoured epidemiologists’ fashion and measure the phenomenon.
A search of the medical and other scientific literature through Google, Google Scholar, and Medline using the keywords “teaspoon”, “spoon”, “workplace”, “loss” and “attrition” revealed nothing about the phenomenon of teaspoon loss. Lacking any guidance from previous researchers, we set out to answer the age old question “Where have all the bloody teaspoons gone?” We aimed to determine the overall rate of loss of teaspoons and the half life of teaspoons in our institute, whether teaspoons placed in communal tearooms were lost at a different rate from teaspoons placed in individual tearooms, and whether better quality teaspoons would be more attractive to spoon shifters or be more highly valued and respected and therefore move and disappear more slowly.
Abstract
Objectives To determine the overall rate of loss of workplace teaspoons and whether attrition and displacement are correlated with the relative value of the teaspoons or type of tearoom.
Design Longitudinal cohort study.
Setting Research institute employing about 140 people.
Subjects 70 discreetly numbered teaspoons placed in tearooms around the institute and observed weekly over five months.
Main outcome measures Incidence of teaspoon loss per 100 teaspoon years and teaspoon half life.
Results 56 (80%) of the 70 teaspoons disappeared during the study. The half life of the teaspoons was 81 days. The half life of teaspoons in communal tearooms (42 days) was significantly shorter than for those in rooms associated with particular research groups (77 days). The rate of loss was not influenced by the teaspoons’ value. The incidence of teaspoon loss over the period of observation was 360.62 per 100 teaspoon years. At this rate, an estimated 250 teaspoons would need to be purchased annually to maintain a practical institute-wide population of 70 teaspoons.
Conclusions The loss of workplace teaspoons was rapid, showing that their availability, and hence office culture in general, is constantly threatened.
OMG, if that’s not enough nonsense for you for the day, I give up.
Ever drop something in a hard-to-reach area? Sometimes you just gotta let it go. Earlier this month, an Australian woman, Matilda Campbell, hiking with her friends in Australia’s Hunter Valley, dropped her phone between boulders and got caught trying to retrieve it. Clearly, she should have stuck with waltzing. And that’s not the whole of it — she ended up hanging upside down, with only her little footsies visible to the outside, non-idiot world. Hmmm, I wonder if I’d be able to find a stick long enough to tickle her.
She hung like that for an hour before the paramedics reached her, but then it was their lunch hour, and then it took six more hours to extract her. They had to cut away chunks of the surrounding rocks to reach her, and had to be careful not to cause her to slip deeper.
She spent three days in the hospital with cuts all over one side of her body (the side with all the cuts), a sprained ankle, and fractured vertebrae. But she didn’t need surgery. The phone was never recovered.
Glad you made it, MC. Looking good!
In the puzzle today, the winner of the most interesting clue for a boring answer was at 46A: “Main ingredient of the Puerto Rican dessert piragua.” That was the clue for ICE. Looks like what we would call a sno cone. I was never a big fan of these. I did like Italian ices back in the day. Those are creamier.
Lily TOMLIN dropped by at 50A: Hi LT! She said: “We’re all in this alone.”
At 17D, the clue was: “Misleading cognate, like the German ‘Gift’ which actually means ‘poison.’” What on earth?? The answer was FALSE FRIEND. It’s a whole linguistic thing that’s new to me. I’ll be brief but tedious.
A “cognate” is a set of words that descend from a common etymological “ancestor,” so to speak. E.g., night, nacht, and nuit are cognates. A “false cognate” is a set or pair of words that you would think are cognates because of similar sounds and meanings but do not derive from the same ancestor — it’s just coincidence. So our word dog and the word dog in the Mbabaram language sound alike and have the same meaning, but they do not derive from the same root — it’s a coincidence, so they are false cognates. (Mbabaram, of course, for those of you who are as dumb as doorknobs, is an extinct Australian Aboriginal language of north Queensland.)
Now, a “false friend” is a word in one language that looks or sounds similar to a word in a different language, but differs significantly in meaning. Examples include the English word embarrassed and the Spanish embarazado, which means pregnant. Or, as in the puzzle clue, above, the English word gift and the German “gift” which means poison.
I hope that makes sense. I’m not entirely sure I understand it, but since I don’t care it’s fine.
Hey, meet Captain Olivia Benson, one of Taylor Swift’s three cats:
Olivia has a new friend heading her way as Tay and Trav have decided to adopt a rescue cat. Taylor’s other cats are Benjamin Buttons and Meredith Grey.
Taylor’s boyfriend Travis Kelce caught our attention years ago as a brilliant tight end for KC, a sure Hall of Famer once he retires. But it’s amazing how comfortable he seems doing a whole raft of commercials. Here he is with his brother Jason, who was an outstanding center for the Eagles for 13 years. It’s not very profound, but the premise is there’s a Cheerios obstacle course, and Jason runs into trouble getting stuck trying to squeeze through a giant Cheerio. We’ve all been there, amirite? High school gym class?
Mike Schoen of the Dull Men’s Club (UK) set off a storm with this post: I went to a friend’s house and it seems that they use red washing up liquid! Surely all washing up liquid should be green? [OC Note: I think he’s talking about dish detergent.] Here are some of the 46 comments it inspired.
Jenny Todd Taylor wrote: We bought the red as it was all they had available when we needed new. Not fond of it but will continue to use until it runs out. Mike Schoen replied: Very wise: go back to green asap. Karen Seery: Or yellow.
James Nolan: I’m a total barbarian and buy different colours. right now it’s red.
Mike Schoen: OMG
James Nolan: I know I knowww. Stone the heretic. I deserve it.
Jake Pattison: There’s no need for soapism.
Mike King: Ours is pink. PINK! What a time to be alive.
Kate Keely: I buy pink to match the fish slice. [What??]
Victoria Neatby: Have you been living under a rock?
Here’s Victoria:
We’ll give Dee Smith the last word: There is no one policing the washing up liquid industry, they have gone rogue.
Seriously.
Have to close up shop a little early tonight. Need to grab some dinner and settle in for the first game. Let’s see how Cole, Judge, and Soto do. Could be a good series.
I learned something about American History from the puzzle today. At 1A the clue was “Workplace for a young Abraham Lincoln.” When the answer worked out to BAR, I figured it was a reference to his years as a lawyer. BUT in fact, earlier in life, Abe owned a bar with one of his friends. (On a related note, I also learned that George Washington owned the largest distillery in the country in his day, in addition to farming.)
Customer: OK, what do we owe you for two beers and a corned beef on rye? Bar Owner: That’ll be one score, three eighty. Customer: C’mon Linc! Just tell me in plain English!!
Among his countless insane rants, Trump has been insisting that Harris wants to ban red meat and do away with cows. It prompted Dana Milbank to write in WaPo: “The steaks could not be higher in this election.”
In the awwwwww dept today, the clue at 4D was “Baby that’s up all night,” and the answer was OWLET. But I crashed on the puzzle, not knowing the singer SZA or that the letter after Epsilon is Zeta. D’oh!
Actress Salma was easy to get though: Hiya HAYEK! Dammit! — did Phil wake you up for this shot, Sal?? I thought he stopped sneaking into bedrooms since he’s been on probation. We’re so sorry. Just go back to sleep, we’ll catch up later, girl.
Commenter Janet M had this on Sza: She is a Jersey Girl and graduated from the high school where I taught before retirement, Columbia High School in Maplewood. She has returned several times to talk to the kids and also to perform, showing her generous spirit and understanding the importance of giving back to community. We all love her!
Hey, I see she was named Billboard’s Woman of the Year in ’23. Sweet!
Darren Noonan of the Dull Men’s Club (UK) asks: Can anyone tell me definitively whether these little bad boys are safely edible? UK based Southeast. I’m not a massive fan of mushers but I do rather like foraging and I’m a particular fan of free food. They’re definitely free, because they’re in my back garden.
Justin McAree wrote: All mushrooms are edible. Some are only edible once.
Several others noted it was a “fairy ring,” i.e., a naturally occurring circular pattern of mushrooms that can be found in forests and grasslands. They are caused when the spawn of a mushroom falls in a favorable spot and sends out a network of underground threads. These grow in a circle, and mushrooms grow from the underground mat. An old folk tale says fairies danced in circles to form them, but the fairies themselves have ridiculed this notion.
Marianne Morant cautioned: Do not interfere with a fairy ring, the fae are not to be messed with.
Here’s our little pumpkin at the pumpkin patch today: Isaac, or Izzy, if you prefer, Caity’s youngest at 4.
Have I played this Chris Rock snippet for you before? It’s one of my favorites and it’s a good intro to The Poetry Foundation’s poem of the day today, by Lucille Clifton called “homage to my hips.”
these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top!
Headline from The Onion: Both Campaigns Release Ads Showcasing Trump’s Most Racist Comments
Baseball fans old enough in 1981 remember Fernando Valenzuela, the joyful Mexican left-handed pitcher for the Dodgers who took us all for a hell of a ride that season. He won all of his first eight starts, five via shutouts. Seven were complete games and his ERA for them was 0.50. As luck would have it (bad), a players’ strike shut the season down for two months. He finished 13-7, with a 2.48 ERA, and copped both the Rookie of the Year and Cy Young awards, the only time in MLB history they have been won by the same player in one year.
He was discovered by accident when a Dodger scout took a trip down to Mexico to check out a shortstop. Nando was pitching for the opposing team and struck out 12 batters. His signature pitch was the screwball. Hall of Famer Carl Hubbell had one the game’s greatest screwballs and he said of Valenzuela’s that it was the best he had seen “since mine.”
He had several stellar seasons and pitched a no-hitter against the Cardinals on June 29, 1990, a gleam in his by-then declining career. The Dodgers retired his number (34) last year. Dodger fans who fell in love with him during that blazing start in 1981 never fell out of love. He returned to the Dodgers as an analyst for their Spanish-language radio broadcasts starting in 2003. He held that position until he took a one-month leave this year for health reasons and was planning to return next year. He was only 63.
His wife Linda survives him, along with four children and seven grandchildren. Here’s the signed card of his from my collection.
Rest in peace, Fernando.
A small literary flap arose today regarding 49A in the NYTXW. The clue was “Genre for James Baldwin’s ‘Giovanni’s Room,’ familiarly,” and the answer was GAY LIT. Things started heating up when Commenter CM wrote: “Giovanni’s Room as GAY LIT?? So reductive. I don’t think Baldwin would approve!”
If you’re like me, you don’t know what reductive means, so I looked it up. It means “tending to present a subject in a simplified form.”
Anyway, it raised Anony Mouse’s hackles. He or she wrote: Describing Giovanni’s Room as gay lit is reductive? Huh? That’s absurd. It is THE ne plus ultra of gay lit. Hell, it’s so prominent in that world that Philadelphia’s oldest Gay bookstore is called Giovanni’s Room. For the last 51 years. Sheesh.
To which we add: Hrrrrrrrumph!
Let’s end on a dull note. Steven Cox of the Dull Men’s Club (UK) writes: I felt a frisson of excitement this afternoon at ‘bagging’ my highest numbered UK motorway so far. I believe there is only the M898 numbered higher than this – can anyone confirm? (Incidentally, I was the passenger, my wife was driving).
David Edwards replied: Not quite right… there’s this little abomination up by Scunthorpe.
Scott Wilson: Alphabetically or Numerically? Where would the M9 sit?
Josh Sinnott: I think 9 is smaller than 876, might be wrong though
Scott Wilson again: not as a character string in a computer
It’s Monday, but the puzzle threw me right at the start. 1D: “Oblong yellowish fruit.” Even if I weren’t queasy about describing a banana as oblong, why would you add the “ish” to yellow? But it couldn’t be banana because the answer only had five letters.
Papaya came to mind. It looks right:
But that’s not five letters either. Even its alternate name: pawpaw is too many letters. Answer: Papaw, an alternate spelling for pawpaw. Ouch.
But how can you be mad at a puzzle that gives you Disney’s sexiest character at 11D: ARIEL, the little mermaid. Here she is as most of us remember her.
And here she is, about ten years older, sporting her “Ariel” dress available from Pacsun for $57.60. Hope you’re still keeping in touch with Dad and your sisters, babe.
The theme today was kids’ art work. The long answers were PAPER PLATE, MACARONI NOODLES, PIPE CLEANER, and COTTON BALLS, and the clue for the revealer was “What a kid might use to hold them all together,” ELMER’S GLUE. This was the closest I could come for a photo.
At 32A the clue was “Family member who usually goes by one name” and the answer was PET. Rex was troubled by this: “Does anyone in a family go by more than one name? What strangely formal family is this where they’re all calling each other by their full names?”
In the ten-year span 1947-1956, the Yankees played the Dodgers (then the Brooklyn Dodgers) in the World Series six times, winning five of them and losing only in 1955. They met five other times in the WS: ’41, ’63, ’77, ’78, and ’81, with LA winning in ’63 and ’81, and the Yankees winning the other three.
Let’s linger on the 1963 matchup. I went to the Stadium early for the first game with my friend David Katzman and we waited on line for bleacher seats. It worked — we got in! But it was a dismal game for the Yanks, with Sandy Koufax setting the then-WS record of 15 strikeouts in a complete game 5-2 win, outpitching Whitey Ford.
Here’s some cool trivia. The only Yankee regular not to strike out was Clete Boyer. Bobby Richardson struck out three times. It was the only time he struck out three times in his entire 1448-game career. The big blow was Johnny Roseboro’s 3-run home run in the second inning. The other two LA runs were driven in by Moose Skowron. It was Moose’s only year in LA. He had been my favorite Yankee before ’63, so I felt a little betrayed.
How effective was the Dodger pitching in the ’63 WS? Well, in all four games, the Yankees could score no runs through the first six innings. Zippo. Nada. And in all four games combined they scored a total of only four runs. Gasp.
Here’s the Moose, explaining why his batting average shot way up in 1962. “I use five bats!”
I’m a little tired tonight. Here’s a short poem by Ted Kooser from Winter Morning Walks. Then I’m going to cash in my chips.
As if to spare the birds at the feeder any more competition than they already have, a snowflake drops right past the perches crowded with finches, nuthatches, sparrows, and without even thinking to open its wings settles quietly onto the ground.
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