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Owl Chatter will return to the planet tomorrow. Happy New Year and good night!
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You gay? (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) If you are, you better tiptoe yo’ gay ass the hell out of Uganda, that’s for sure. Uganda passed a law in May that carries the death sentence for certain categories of same-sex offences and lengthy jail sentences for others. A handful of folks have been charged.
Burundi ain’t much better. President Unpronounceable (Ndayishimiye) said “If you want to attract a curse to the country, accept homosexuality. [Hmm. That may explain New Jersey.] I even think that these people, if we find them in Burundi, it is better to lead them to a stadium and stone them. And that cannot be a sin.” Of course not! Wait, what happened to “Thou shalt not kill?” Has that been repealed and I missed it? Is adultery still off the table? (Just kidding, darling.)
It was a big Detroit night at Owl Chatter, as we turned our attention (and TV) to both the football Lions playing in Dallas, and our beloved hapless Pistons at home facing the Torontons.
The great news: it’s over. The losing streak is over. The Pistons won 129-127. They pretty much had it sewn up with an 11-point lead with not much time remaining, but then they didn’t. There was a steal, and a rain of three-point shots, and missed fouls. Suddenly, the lead was down to two points with one second to go. We just had to inbound safely, but that had become iffy with Toronto pressing and there were no time-outs left. A steal and a quick shot would tie it. Well, I forget who was inbounding, but he just heaved the ball to mid-court. Brilliant. Even if a Toronton caught it, he’d have just one second and would have to score from there. It was over. Cunningham dropped to his knees with emotion. It was over.
The Lions fared less well. Down by 7 with less than 2 minutes to go, they drove brilliantly down the field and scored. The extra point would send the game into OT. But Coach Dan Campbell is a riverboat gambler. He leads the league in crazy. We were going for two points: do or die. QB Jared Goff tossed the rock to Amon-Ra St. Brown who caught it. We win! But, wait. Not so fast, Gonzalez. Turns out the play was illegal, according to the refs. Some fuzzy rule on eligible receivers no one understands was violated. Lions lose.
It’s okay, though. They’re still in the playoffs with a solid 11-5 record and one game to go. And they looked damn good!
This poem is by Mary Oliver. It’s called “Walking Home from Oak Head” and was in The Writer’s Almanac yesterday.
There is something
about the snow-laden sky
in winter
in the late afternoonthat brings to the heart elation
and the lovely meaninglessness
of time.
Whenever I get home – whenever –somebody loves me there.
Meanwhile
I stand in the same dark peace
as any pine tree,or wander on slowly
like the still unhurried wind,
waiting,
as for a gift,for the snow to begin
which it does
at first casually,
then, irrepressibly.Wherever else I live –
in music, in words,
in the fires of the heart,
I abide just as deeplyin this nameless, indivisible place,
this world,
which is falling apart now,
which is white and wild,which is faithful beyond all our expressions of faith,
our deepest prayers.
Don’t worry, sooner or later I’ll be home.
Red-cheeked from the roused wind,I’ll stand in the doorway
stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
my shoulders
covered with stars.
The irrepressibly positive Lewis posted this lovely comment today on Rex’s blog, about Crossworld, the blog, and the community that inhabits its comments space:
“I love this place. We have a regular gang, a beautiful quilt that warms the heart, supplemented by the bowl of popcorn – infrequent and one-time drop-ins – that, aside from a few uncooked kernels, add zing. It is a group formed by and infused with passion for a pastime we are smitten with.
“What a gift, this neighborhood! It will once again, I know, bring Happy into the New Year, and I’m ever grateful for it and to you all. Wishing all much sweetness in the year ahead.”
Amen to that, Lewis.
Today’s puzzle was a crafty paean to a time-honored NYE tradition: the “ball drop” at Times Square at midnight. At five places in the grid there was a pair of “Before midnight” and “After midnight” clues with the word BALL “dropping” from the first to the second and forming part of it. E.g., at 87A, the “before” midnight clue was “Surpass” and the answer was GO BEYOND. Then, the B going down became BALL (clued at 88D as “Ump’s call”). And then at 109A the “after midnight” clue was “Totally lose it” and was LISTIC starting with the second L in BALL. So you had to combine BALL and ISTIC to get BALLISTIC.
GOBEYOND
A
L
LISTICAlright. Never mind. Now you know how my students feel.
Theresa CAPUTO was in the grid. You hear of her? Me neither. She’s a medium, and I don’t mean her size. She, like, reads minds and stuff. She must have been reading Phil’s, judging by this look she gave him. Just back away slowly, buddy.
She’s from Long Island and had a TV show from 2011-2019 called Long Island Medium. (How the hell did they ever come up with that name?) It may shock you to learn that her claims of superpowers have been widely challenged, including by Randi, who used to be the magician “The Amazing Randi,” and who now unmasks frauds.
But, okay, whatever. She’s respected as a “performer.” We’ve had worse people in the grid, although that hair isn’t winning her any points.
Journalist KATIE Couric popped by too. Looking good, girl! Take a load off. Hey, we never thanked you for popping Sarah Palin’s bubble way back when. Great work!!
This was part of it:
COURIC: And when it comes to establishing your world view, I was curious, what newspapers and magazines did you regularly read before you were tapped for this—to stay informed and to understand the world?
PALIN: I’ve read most of them again with a great appreciation for the press, for the media, coming f—
COURIC: But like which ones specifically? I’m curious that you—
PALIN: Um, all of ’em, any of ’em that, um, have, have been in front of me over all these years. Um, I have a va—
COURIC: Can you name a few?
PALIN: I have a vast variety of sources where we get our news too. Alaska isn’t a foreign country, where, it’s kind of suggested and it seems like, ‘Wow, how could you keep in touch with what the rest of Washington, D.C. may be thinking and doing when you live up there in Alaska?’ Believe me, Alaska is like a microcosm of America.
In other areas, Palin came across worse. When Tina Fey was working up her parody of Palin’s answer on the bank bailout, she used Palin’s actual answer verbatim.
After the election, Couric was on with David Letterman and the Palin interview came up.
COURIC: I’m not sure whether she was afraid to offend certain people, by, she would offend conservatives by saying she read the New York Times.
LETTERMAN: Or people who don’t read. She was afraid of offending people who don’t read. Maybe that was it.
Dear Readers: This is Owl Chatter post #398. We won’t hit #400 until next year. I have no idea how we’ll celebrate or who, if anyone, will attend (beyond Phil and George and the owls, of course). It will be as much of a surprise to me as it will be to you — just as, each morning, I have no idea what craziness the day will bring us. And yet close to 400 times enough nonsense to write about has popped up. It’s been a blast. Ooooh! — maybe Ana de Armas will surprise us — it’s been too long! Ana darling — you free later this week?
See you tomorrow!
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The mayor of Jacksonville FL, Donna Deegan, ordered the removal of two confederate statues from a public park and they were taken down on Wednesday. One depicted a woman in robes carrying a confederate flag, and the other a woman reading to two children. Per the NYT, they were erected in 1915 as part of a tribute to confederate women: part of a campaign to promote discriminatory Jim Crow laws and intimidate Blacks. They were commissioned by a national organization that promoted the “lost cause” myth that the Civil War was a noble fight for state rights (Hi Nikki!). Yeah, the “right of states” to legalize slavery.
The very inappropriately named Florida state representative Dean Black filed legislation seeking to block cities from removing confederate monuments, and called Deegan’s actions a “stunning abuse of power.” (We’ll see how far it goes next year.) And the J’ville city council voted not to remove the statues when the previous mayor was in office. But the city’s general counsel determined that city council approval was not needed as long as city funds were not used, so Deegan went ahead and trashed them. It cost $187,000 and the funds were provided by anony-mouse donors and a grant from the Jessie Ball Dupont Fund.
Here’s Deegan. Brava, Madam Mayor!
Okay — since you asked. Jessie Ball was a teacher in San Diego who used her savings to provide scholarships to needy students. She married Alfred I. Dupont in 1921 and continued charitable giving on a larger scale. She died in 1970; the Fund continues her work. She said, “Don’t call it charity. I think it is an obligation.” Those who work for the Fund consider it a privilege.
Wow — look at this lively puzzle grid today! The theme was CONFETTI, just in time for New Year’s Day!
But something else marks the calendar today. Here’s what I posted on Rex’s blog about it:
“Can we use some of that nice confetti to celebrate Sandy Koufax’s 88th birthday today? Happy Birthday SK!
“Sandy gained renown in the Jewish community for refusing to pitch the first game of the 1965 World Series because it fell on Yom Kippur. He also skipped games for a Passover Seder one year, three times for the Jewish New Year, and he once left the mound mid-game when his mother reminded him it was his cousin Lenny’s bar-mitzvah, which he raced to attend while still in uniform. Alright, I made that last part up, but the rest is true.
“Koufax’s first wife was Anne Widmark, daughter of actor Richard. He married three times but has no children. He has a step-daughter via his current wife and two step-grandchildren, who, I’m guessing, throw pretty wicked curveballs.”
We’ll celebrate Sandy’s birthday like an Indian wedding (Hi Lizzie!) — for four or five days. So I’ll discuss his baseball feats a little later on this week.
It’s an honor to have several autographs of his in my collection, including this beauty.
This piece is called “Bright Spot in the Sky.” It’s from tomorrow’s Met Diary and is by Frederic Colier.
Dear Diary:
I was up early to catch up on papers for my classes when I heard a garbage truck grinding down my Harlem street. It was just before 6 a.m. and still dark outside. I realized I hadn’t taken out the trash.
I got the plastic and the paper for recycling bagged up, but the truck was already past my house by the time I made it out to the street.
I caught up with one of the sanitation workers on the sidewalk.
“Plastic?” I asked.
“Paper,” he said.
I chased the truck to the corner and tossed my paper straight in. Just then my eyes caught sight of an unmistakable bright spot in the starless sky.
Seeing me stop, the worker stopped as well.
I pointed up.
“Venus,” I said.
His eyes followed my finger.
“This is Venus?” he said, his face breaking into a smile.
His colleague, seeing the two of us look up, looked up too.
“Venus,” we all said together, standing there for a few moments without another word.
There must be a special neighborhood in hell for those who reap political gain on the backs of hungry children. Otherwise, what’s the point of it? Anyway, they are surely keeping a seat warm down there for Nebraska governor Jim Pillen, a Republican (voo den?). Under a federal program, Nebraska is entitled to receive $18 million to help feed 175,000 children next summer who might otherwise go hungry. The only cost to the state would be about $300,000 in administrative costs. That’s it. You spend $300,000, the low-income kids get $18 million. Except Pillen rejected the funds.
[Oops — make that two hot seats! – Neighboring Iowa is also opting out, with GOP Gov. Kim Reynolds spurning $29 million and saying, “[The program] does nothing to promote nutrition at a time when childhood obesity has become an epidemic.” Sure, blame it on the fat kids. That’s really low, Guv.]
Pillen’s catching sh*t for it but not from anyone he cares about. He defended his decision at a news conference by saying “I don’t believe in welfare.” He said the state would continue to help food-insecure children through its Summer Food Program. Wait, what? I thought he didn’t believe in welfare? Now I’m really confused. Pass the donuts.
Do you listen to the wind of your soul? Do you let your music take you where your heart wants to go? Have you swum upon the Devil’s lake?
I need something to blunt the taste of those governors. You like Cat Stevens?
That’s better. See you tomorrow! Go Pistons!
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Riddle: Something that all four of these things may have: old dishes, British pub, shoulders, poker table. (Answer below.)
Owl Chatter is delighted to report we located a specimen of a highly endangered species: The decent Republican. Ohio Governor Mike DeWine vetoed the anti-trans bill that had passed in the state legislature. It would have restricted both transition-related care for minors and transgender girls’ participation on school sports teams.
DeWine said the “gut-wrenching” decision about whether a minor should have access to gender-affirming care “should not be made by the government, should not be made by the state of Ohio,” rather it should be made by the child’s parents and doctors.
More than a dozen major medical organizations — including the AMA, the American Academy of Pediatrics and the American Psychological Association — support access to transition-related care for minors and have opposed the state bans.
I don’t think DeWine could have slept at night if he went along with the hatemongers and child-killers for crass political gains. It’s a wonder all those others can.
Answer to the riddle: Chips.
So we watched Moon last night, starring Sam Rockwell. It was decent but not great. Sam was great. Can’t recommend it.
Checked on the Pistons after that. Holy Cow! They were up in Boston where the Celts are invincible and heavy favorites, like fuhgedaboutit. But when I went online to find the score Detroit was only losing by three, 106-103, and as I was looking at it, they tied it up. It turns out they had been ahead by 19 at halftime. Incredible. But the third quarter was a disaster and the lead dissy-pated. In the end, the game went into OT and the Pistons lost. Whew. It’s loss after loss, but they’re pretty intense lately. Good games.
I tell this story in my law class when we cover notes and drafts (negotiable instruments). I tell them it’s a story about a different type of note – a love note.
When Sam was just a little boy, in 3rd grade, he came home from school one day so upset I got worried. He was drenched in sweat and hyperventilating. I said, “Sam, what’s wrong?” I thought we might have to take him to the ER. He said he was in big trouble. “What?,” I asked. He said he wrote a secret love note to a girl in his class, Amanda, and he was was worried she’d find out it was from him.
Well, that was a relief (for me). I said, “Okay, let’s go over all the details. Sometimes when you do that, you see that there’s nothing to worry about.” I just made that up and had no idea if it was true, but I thought it was a good way to get the story out of him.
“So, what steps did you take to keep it a secret?,” I asked him.
“Well, I didn’t put my name on it.”
“He’s a genius!,” I thought.
“I typed it, so she wouldn’t see my handwriting.”
“Okay.” (This was back in the pre-computer days. We had an electric typewriter Sam liked to play with.)
“And I made sure I was wearing gloves whenever I touched the paper.”
“Why the gloves?” I asked. It was June and 80 degrees out.
He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. “Fingerprints, Dad!”
Of course! Sam had received a “detective kit” for his birthday, so he knew all about fingerprints. (BTW, thanks to the Fisher/Price people, your typical ten-year-old in this country is perfectly capable of pulling off a bank job.)
“Okay,” I said. “It looks like you’re pretty safe. How did you get the note to Amanda?”
He told me he gave it to her friend Emily to put in her book bag.
“What!? You’re dead, Sam! Emily’s one of them. She’s on her team. Of course, she’s going to tell Amanda it was you!”
But Sam said he was absolutely certain Emily was trustworthy. He wasn’t worried about that part of it.
“Alright, alright,” I said. “Sounds good. But let’s say, worst case scenario, Amanda does find out. Why would that be so bad?”
“Oh, no, Dad,” Sam said. ”I put too much love in it.”
Like there could be such a thing.
“Well, what did it say?”
He started pulling little snippets of paper out of his pocket. His teacher that year was a big believer in rough drafts, so Sam made a rough draft of his note to Amanda.
“What’s that one?,” I asked.
“That’s a draft of the note Greg wrote to Erin.” Aha! It turned out this was all Greg’s brilliant idea on the love notes. He was writing to Erin, and Sam was writing to Amanda.
“What does Greg’s note say?,” I asked Sam, and he handed it to me.
First of all, Greg spelled Erin incorrectly: Instead of ERIN, he wrote ERNI.
“Dear Erni,” it began.
I said, “Sam, I’m no expert in affairs of the heart, but it seems to me if you are writing a love note to someone you should spell their name right. How did you spell Amanda?”
Now he was panicked all over again. ”A-M-A-N-D-A,” he said.
“Good! And what did you write to Amanda?”
He said, “I wrote: Dear Amanda, my heart goes for you.”
I said, “Sam, that’s beautiful. You’re only in third grade and you’ve already matched the most beautiful sonnets of Shakespeare. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
And he didn’t. Amanda never discovered who sent her the note.
So I tell that story ever semester, and I say “So the next time you are alone with your special someone, and the lights are turned down low, and your favorite song is playing on your iPad, turn to him, or her, and say ‘Darlin’, my heart goes for you.’ And make sure you’re wearing gloves!“
How proud would you be if your little girl stood up to all of Trump’s crap and booted him off the ballot? Here’s Shenna Bellows and her dad Dexter. They’re from Maine. Keep an eye out for her, Dad — it may get ugly.
Sweet smiles to close on. Good night, folks. See you tomorrow.
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Gonna stay up late Sunday night? Not me. Owl Chatter closes early New Year’s Eve, and we’re in bed with the owls well before midnight. But there was a nod to it in the puzzle today at 50D: ”What many children are told not to do on Christmas Eve, but encouraged to do on New Year’s Eve.” Ans: STAY UP.
Remember this great Talking Heads video?
Did you know that more pigs live in IOWA than people? Yup, that’s according to 38D. Oink.
Rex shared only one holiday pet pic today, but it was a heartbreaker. Here’s the note it came with: My family had to put down our beloved dog Kairos today [Dec. 14], just shy of his ninth Christmas. Although he couldn’t do the NYT crossword, he loved sitting at our feet while we did 🙂 Here he is last year waiting to unwrap his frisbees:
At 5A, the clue was “Deity from whose hair flows the river Ganga.” Ans: SHIVA. In the Jewish version of the puzzle, the clue was “Something you sit.”
My first ever post on Rex’s blog was about a puzzle that had the Nordic Cross as its theme. My post noted that in the Jewish version they used a mezuzah.
When we sent Phil out on the Nordic Cross assignment, he sent this in. I’m just gonna let it go.
Frank Bruni’s newsletter today reprises his favorite selections from his “For the love of sentences” feature from 2023. To no surprise, many are wonderful. If you were a fan of Friday Night Lights (Hi Joe), you certainly remember Riggins, played by the Canadian actor Taylor Kitsch. Alexis Soloski wrote of him in the NYT: “There’s a lonesomeness at the core of him that makes women want to save him and men want to buy him a beer. I am a mother of young children and the temptation to offer him a snack was sometimes overwhelming.”
He is f*cking gorgeous, amirite?
Also in The Times, Nathan Englander contrasted Tom Cruise in his 50s with a typical movie star of that age 50 years ago: “Try Walter Matthau in ‘The Taking of Pelham 123.’ I’m not saying he wasn’t a dreamboat. I’m saying he reflects a life well lived in the company of gravity and pastrami.”
In The LA Times, Jessica Roy explained the stubborn refusal of plastic bags to stay put: “Because they’re so light, they defy proper waste management, floating off trash cans and sanitation trucks like they’re being raptured by a garbage god.”
And, last, this amazing sentence I’ve shared before:
In WaPo, the book critic Ron Charles warned of censorship from points across the political spectrum: “Speech codes and book bans may start in opposing camps, but both warm their hands over freedom’s ashes.”
Will Shortz stumped me with his Brain Tickler yesterday. Here it is: The following five words have something highly unusual in common. The name of what five-letter country could be added to the list?
AQUARIUM CANCEL CRIES LEG PIECES
The solution appears below.
The Pistons losing streak inspired the NYT to reminisce about other historic losers. It’s not exactly pro sports, but the Washington Generals is the exhibition team that plays the Harlem Globetrotters. The Gens play the roles of “punching bag and straight man” to the high-flying comedic ‘Trotters. They play over 200 games a year and the Generals are supposed to lose them all — it’s how the show goes. And, according to The Times, they have lost roughly 20,000 times. But on the night of Jan. 5, 1971, something broke loose from the chains of history. Here’s the report:
The Generals — who were playing as the “New Jersey Reds” — and the Globetrotters played an unusual game that night, with Harlem pulling fewer stunts and fewer comedic gags than usual. Globetrotters captain and team legend Curly Neal sat out, and it turned into more of a classic basketball game than most Globetrotter events.
Washington raced out to a lead, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the Globetrotters losing track of the score and failing to complete their usual dramatic comeback. Generals owner and founder Red Klotz checked himself into the game in the final seconds and hit the go-ahead basket to put Washington up 100-99.
Even after the timekeeper inexplicably stopped the clock to give Harlem one last shot, the Globetrotters couldn’t continue their winning streak as the crowd sat there dumbfounded. Some children reportedly cried in the stands.
“They looked at us like we killed Santa Claus,” Klotz later said.
Overall, legend has it the Generals may have won as many as six games. But none as stunning as the streak-breaker that night.
OK, puzzlers — give up, like I did? Each of those words, above, can become a sign of the zodiac by changing one letter. LEG becomes LEO; CANCEL becomes CANCER; CRIES, ARIES, etc. And the country LIBYA becomes LIBRA.
D’oh!
Damn you, Will Shortz!
Anybody see or hear of the movie Moon? It was a science fiction film released in 2009 starring Sam Rockwell. Kaya Scodelario is in it too. You may recall her from Wuthering Heights and Pirates of the Caribbean. Some of the puzzle comments on it make it sound interesting. I may try to catch it on Prime. Here’s Kaya, chortling at one of Phil’s idiotic jokes. (It’s a gift.)
Joe Gow is 63 and was the Chancellor of U of Wisconsin-La Crosse since 2007 up to, well, yesterday. He had announced that he would be stepping down at the end of this school year, but the Board of Regents felt it was really really really time for him to go, like, right away. And yet just last August UW System President Jay Rothman said of Gow: “This is a hallmark of excellent stewardship. He has provided a steady hand through challenging times and met the moment when we needed him.” Wha hoppen, mon?
There had been a little glitch back in 2018 when he invited a female porn star to speak on campus, during “free speech” week, for which she was paid a $5,000 speaker’s fee. There was a teensy-beensy public outcry over it, and Gow was reprimanded for poor judgment and denied a pay raise due to it. He also reimbursed the school the $5,000. In retrospect, that was a harbinger of the truckloads of sh*t that hit the fan this week.
It turns out Gow and his wife are very active in the porn industry, under assumed names, and have been active participants in films and publications. The University went bonkers. Rothman said: “In recent days, we learned of specific conduct by Dr. Gow that has subjected the university to significant reputational harm. His actions were abhorrent.”
Board of Regents President Karen Walsh said Gow showed “a reckless disregard” for his role as a UW-La Crosse leader. ”We are alarmed, and disgusted, by his actions, which were wholly and undeniably inconsistent with his role as chancellor.”
To which we strongly add, hrummmmmph!
Gow says he was denied due process and maintains that the creation of books and videos exploring consensual adult sexuality falls within his right to free speech under the First Amendment.
Gow and his wife knew the risks they were taking. In 2015 they wrote: “We think our sex is beautiful and have no qualms at all about other people watching us make love. But our establishment colleagues likely would be shocked to watch us complete the full carnal process – particularly with professional porn stars – and we’re fairly certain we’d be shunned in our community. Our careers likely would be ruined, and what’s worse is that the lives of our families and friends also could be impacted significantly, and not in a positive way.”
Ya think?
So, folks — the next time you make an error in judgment, don’t be too hard on yourselves. You ain’t come close to these idiots.
Here are the Mr. and Mrs. (Actually, OC hopes things work out for you guys. You are not the enemy.)
Good night, everybody. Thanks for stopping by. See you tomorrow.
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Are you an old movie buff or Hitchcock fan? Veteran Rex poster Nancy administered a quiz yesterday. She listed six quotes from Hitchcock films and you were to identify the films. Here are the quotes; the answers appear way below. She warned that she was citing the quotes from memory, but if they are off it’s only by a bit.
1)”He was looking at HER face, but he was strangling ME!”
2) “That’s the problem with latch keys — they all look the same.”
3) [Holding up his hand] “Are you sure you don’t mean THIS one?”
4) “Mother, I’m married to an American agent!”
5) “Do nuns wear high heels?”
6) [Written on a matchbox] “They’re onto you. I’m in your room.”
The Pistons set the record last night, losing to Brooklyn 118-112. It was a good game and I found myself pulling for them and sad that they lost. They have an outstanding player: Cade Cunningham, who scored 41 points. But he doesn’t have enough support and Brooklyn ain’t bad: they are at .500 now. More amazing than Detroit’s 27 consecutive losses is that their record over their last 55 games is 4-51. Last night, they were ahead by 7 with 8 minutes to go, but Brooklyn exploded and couldn’t be stopped..
Here’s Cade. He’s from Texas and played college ball at Oklahoma State for one year before turning pro. He was the first overall pick in the 2021 draft. He was asked about the streak after the game: ”It affects us all the time,” he said. “Everywhere.”
Continuing in a sad key, today’s poem in The Writer’s Almanac is by Louise Katz and is called “Careless World.”
This is a careless world without your voice.
Courtesy is gone; nobody tips their hats.
There is no one to name the shrubs and birds,
To suggest a heavier coat.
You watched while I stood by the window
Saying goodbye to Sixth Avenue.
The pavement was always being torn away.
Watching the hammers
I kissed the glass four times;
Once for you and mother
And Richard and me.
You knew that four was a special number,
My number for watching things end.
You, at the door, made the room mine.
In five months I have lost your voice.
Its tone, a clearing throat;
Trailing off, “be a good girl.”
Today’s puzzle theme was dinosaur-y. Answers contained the names of well-known dinos, but with “saurus” left off. E.g., BRONTO, STEGO, etc. Then at 33D the clue was “Writer’s reference … or what each row of shaded letters is missing?” and the answer was THE “SAURUS.” Get it? (Thesaurus) Also, each dino name was broken up by a black square and the clue/answer at 4D was “What had a major impact on this puzzle’s theme?” — ASTEROID. The idea is that the extinction of the dinos was caused by an asteroid’s hitting Earth.
Commenter Bill adds: The asteroid that caused the extinction of the dinosaurs – about 65 million years ago – is considered by many evolutionary biologists to be the most important event (like, ever) in the evolution of mammals. Since we’re the “alpha” species, and we are really just fancy mammals (with all the available “upgrades”), without Chixulub, there would be no hominids, no humans, and the world would still be pristine but savage.
The Chicxulub crater is an impact crater buried underneath the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico. Its center is offshore, but the crater is named after the onshore community of Chicxulub Pueblo. It was formed slightly over 66 million years ago when a large asteroid, about six miles in diameter and 12 miles in depth, struck Earth. It is the second largest confirmed impact structure on Earth, and the only one whose peak ring is intact and directly accessible for scientific research.
Another issue that arose is whether the name Brontosaurus has been canceled. According to Wanderlust, “Paleontologists decided that it and Apatosaurus were really the same beast so they dropped BRONTO because Apatosaurus was named first. So it died out in more ways than one.”
But then kitshef chimed in: ”Brontosaurus has been resurrected as a dino name … or not, depending on which classification you believe. Many paleontologists recognize two genera, Brontosaurus and Apatosaurus; others lump them all into Apatosaurus.”
If you’re at all squeamish, please skip the next few photos. These two specimens have done worse than go extinct — they eventually became teenagers. Flee! Run for your life!!
“Novelist King” at 26D wasn’t Stephen, it was his wife TABITHA. She’s also a writer. They’ve been married for over 50 years and have three kids: Two sons who are also writers, and a daughter who is a Unitarian minister.
Answers to Hitchcock quiz:
1) STRANGERS ON A TRAIN
2) DIAL M FOR MURDER
3) THE 39 STEPS
4) NOTORIOUS
5) THE LADY VANISHES
6) NORTH BY NORTHWEST
Here’s a cat who likes to check in with Rex’s blog after finishing the puzzle. Her name is Nellie.
See you tomorrow!
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A short news item on the radio reminded me of how lucky I am to be able to crank out this nonsense sitting in my warm house in my warm robe with a hot cup of coffee by the side of my laptop. It’s another thing entirely to find humor in life’s most difficult circumstances. The item was about Alexei Navalny, Putin’s foe whom he imprisoned. Navalny “disappeared” a few weeks ago and his family and supporters worried that he was killed. But he resurfaced; it turns out he was relocated to a very harsh penal colony up near the Arctic Circle. He was able to get a message out that took note of his “polar” location: “I’m your new Santa Clause,” he said. Extraordinary. Alexei, please come see us when you can — we just “relocated” you into the Owl Chatter Hall of Fame.
The other story of humor under pressure is about our friend Neal Grossman (alav hashalom). Neal was suffering from an unknown illness that was steadily weakening him and the docs were at a loss. He was in Cornell-Weill, a leading hospital and medical research center in NYC, but the best docs were having trouble getting a handle on it. They consulted with outside experts and asked Neal if he’d be okay meeting with a group of them. He said, “Of course.” So they set up a small auditorium with all the doctors and staff sitting in the audience, and Neal and his main doc were down on stage. The doc explained the situation, and introduced Neal, and thanked him for attending the meeting.
Neal took the microphone, looked up at the docs, and said: ”This will cost you $200. And if you want naked: 300.” The room exploded.
Now, tbh, that’s the story as Neal told it. I believe it. But it is possible it’s an “embellishment.” I never tried to nail him down on it, and he’s gone now.
Here’s our new Russian Santa with his beautiful family, in happier times.
The exquisite SALMA Hayek is in the grid today! — at 20D. (“Actress Hayek.” Who else could it be: Yetta? Mimi? Of course it’s SALMA.)
Some folks are so beautiful you have to turn them down a few notches or you’ll go blind. It’s like staring into the sun. That goes for both men and women (though it’s mostly women). So Phil wisely shot Salma with shades on and wearing a not-too-sexy outfit. Still, it may be good to keep an ambulance idling nearby.
Come on in, SH, how’s your daughter Valentina? Sixteen already, wow. Salma, of course, is of Mexican descent. Feliz Navidad! .
We received a card today from friends Remon and Nancy (I call them “The Ramones,” of course), who relo-ed to ‘Zona to be closer to their beautiful daughter Jessica and their two gorgeous grandkids. It was a combination “holiday and here’s-our-new-address card.” I sent back a holiday card on which I wrote: ”This is a test of your new address. If you receive this card, no further action is necessary. If you do not receive it, please call us immediately.”
Wait, what?
In Baltimore’s solid win over SF last night, there was a weird play that led to the score being 2-0 SF — odd for a football score. Baltimore’s QB, former league MVP Lamar Jackson, was pedaling backward for his life, fleeing SF pursuers (or perusers, right George?). The ref was back-pedaling alongside him, because that’s what they do, to stay near the action. But the ref fell on his ass, just as Jackson turned in his direction. Jackson fell too and since this took place in the end zone, if he were tackled it would be a safety for SF and two points. So Jackson threw the ball away: a harmless incomplete pass. The problem was there was no receiver nearby, so Jackson was called for intentional grounding and SF got their two points anyway. I didn’t think they should have called it because the ref’s falling played a role in the play. But it’s the right call — the ref is treated as part of the field, and what happens happens.
Remember those “wanna get away” ads? What’s the poor ref thinking?
The ref wasn’t the only one who fell on his ass yesterday. Tony Romo announcing the Chiefs’ earlier game referred to Taylor Swift as Travis Kelce’s “wife,” watching in the stands. He corrected himself and said “girlfriend,” but the gaffe did not go unnoticed. Romo’s partner, Jim Nantz said “You’ve been down that road with that before,” which made no sense to me. But it turns out Romo made the same “mistake” at an earlier game attended by Swift. Is TR playing matchmaker? Stay tuned. (Hi Tay!)
Turning back to the puzzle, at 45A, “Fashion designer Kamali” was NORMA. I’m supposed to know that? On a Tuesday?? Ref — get off your ass and blow the damn whistle! Well, the crosses were okay, so there’s that. Norma Kamali, who is 78 now and still active, is best known for the “sleeping bag” coat, garments made from silk parachutes, and versatile multi-use pieces. OMG! — get this fellas — she designed the red one-piece bathing suit worn by Farrah Fawcett in the iconic 1976 poster. It’s in the Smithsonian. (Not kidding.)
She also designed the bathing suit worn by Whitney Houston on the back cover of her debut album.
Kamali reached a peak of fame during the early 1980s with her “Sweats” collection, a variety of casual garments done in sweatshirt fabric, most famously flounced, hip-yoked miniskirts called rah-rah skirts in the UK, for which dirty old men are thankful to this day. Here’s one of my tax students sporting a rah rah. She appears to be stumped on one of the exam questions too.
That reminds me — Phil still hasn’t come back from that assignment. Santos, check the local hospitals and jails!
The New Yorker that arrived in the mail today contains a review of “Ferrari” by Anthony Lane, who can be very funny. It stars Adam Driver as Enzo Ferrari. Lane writes:
“Motorsport in the era of ‘Ferrari’ is a matter not of do or die but, as Enzo understands, of do and die. Yet he is not doing the dying.
“To an extent, Driver is an odd choice for the leading role. In no respect does he resemble the real Ferrari, who looked like a hybrid of Rodney Dangerfield and Salman Rushdie.”
Really?
Since I spent a good amount of space lambasting The New Yorker for cartoons that were the opposite of funny, I should give them credit when it’s due. I really like this one by Liana Finck.
All eyes will be on the Pistoffs at 7 pm tonight as they take on Brooklyn in Motown with the consecutive loss record on the line. I’ll be able to watch since the Brooklyn games are televised here at OC headquarters. Full report to follow in tomorrow’s post.
Gotta go now. Too nervous. Thanks for popping by.
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Merry Christmas, Owl Chatter guests. It’s so quiet here in our New Jersey headquarters. I slept very late, for me (9:30), and Wilma the owl is still out, with hubby Welly by her side, watching over her with his big kind eyes.
The poem by Maxine Kumin in today’s Writer’s Almanac is called “Rejoicing with Henry.”
Not that he holds with church, but Henry goes
Christmas morning in a tantrum of snow,
Henry, who’s eighty-two and has no kin
and doesn’t feature prayer, but likes the singing.By afternoon the sun is visible,
a dull gun-metal glint. We come to call
bearing a quart of home-made wine a mile
and leading Babe, our orphaned hand-raised foal.This gladdens Henry, who stumps out to see
Babe battle the wooden bridge. Will she
or won’t she? Vexed with a stick she leaps across
and I’m airborne as well. An upstate chorus
on Henry’s radio renders loud
successive verses of “Joy to the World.”In spite of all the balsam growing free
Henry prefers a store-bought silver tree.
It’s lasted him for years, the same
crimped angel stuck on top. Under, the same
square box from the Elks. Most likely shaving cream,
says Henry, who seldom shaves or plays the host.Benevolent, he pours the wine. We toast
the holiday, the filly beating time
in his goat shed with her restive hooves. That’s youth
says Henry when we go to set her loose,
Never mind. Next year, if I live that long,
she’ll stand in the shafts. Come Christmas Day
we’ll drive that filly straight to town.
Worth waiting for, that filly. Nobody saysthe word aloud: Rejoice. We plod
home tipsily and all uphill to boot,
the pale day fading as we go
leaving our odd imprints in the snow
to mark a little while the road
ahead of night’s oncoming thick clubfoot.
There was a lovely back-and-forth among the comments to Rex’s blog today. At 12:27 am, okanaganer, after some puzzle chatter, wrote: ”Alone tonight, but hopefully tomorrow night will be spent with what remaining family I have.”
At 8:59, Anonymous posted: ”Never alone when you have the blog. Merry Christmas my friend.”
[Am I getting soft? That has me near tears.]
Rex was effusive about his daughter being home (from college in NYC) for the holiday. He reported (with three pics) on his wife’s and her “ridiculously complicated cookie-baking.” ”Why quilt cookies? Who knows how the girl thinks? I just eat.”
He also noted that he re-watched “Rear Window,” his favorite movie of all time. (“Edith Head + Grace Kelly = me fainting, every time.”) I suggested a good puzzle clue for Rear Window: Pane in the ass.
The puzzle theme today was “THAT’S MY JAM!,” which means that’s my song. And then three long answers were song titles with types of jam in them. ”CHERRY BOMB” by the Runaways was one of them.
It’s a very racy song, by a sexy girls band. (Have a look/listen.) I wonder if the NYT was aware of what it was offering us on this Christmas morn. Was it a little subversive plant by constructor Amie Walker? I bet she’s not telling.
The second “jam” song was STRAWBERRY WINE by Deanna Carter. Wow — it’s a beautiful, wrenching song. And the third was RASPBERRY BERET by Prince.
Yacouba Sawadogo passed away earlier this month, at the age of 77, in Ouahigouya, a northern provincial capital in Burkina Faso. A lean, taciturn man who never learned to read or write, he developed a water-conservation strategy that enabled him to create a forest with more than 60 species of trees and shrubs that had no equal in the Sahel, the semidesert region stretching across Africa’s upper third.
Sawadogo transformed the practice of what local farmers called zai — digging small pits to capture precious rainwater. The farmers typically waited until the rainy season, at the beginning of summer, to dig the zai. But Sawadogo began well before, when the earth was bone-dry. And he dug the pits wider and deeper. He put manure and rocks in the bottom. He used termites to help break up the land. The manure contained seeds. When the rain came, the rocks helped retain the water, and the water turned the seeds into seedlings, which he nurtured. The soil stayed moist for several weeks after the rainfall. The results were striking; the soil improved along with his crop yield. Sawadogo eventually helped the process along, planting trees himself. Trees protected crops from the wind.
When arsonists, jealous of Sawadogo’s success, torched his forest several times in the 2000s, his cousin Arouna said he was “an old man with a sad face; he stayed in the ashes for several days.” But he always bounced back. He told his son “Even if I have a little bit of force left, even for one minute, if there is a tree to plant, I will do it.” He had an almost mystical relationship to his trees — the marula, the acacia, the gum arabic, the desert date tree — he treated them like humans.
Farmers using his techniques have more than tripled their grain yields. Sawadogo won the UN Champions of the Earth award in 2020, as well as the Right Livelihood Award in Stockholm, which honors social and environmental activists.
Mr. Sawadogo is survived by his three wives, Safiata, Khaddar Su, and Raqueta, and 27 children (!), all of whom are well-hydrated.
Rest in peace, Yacoubo. You deserve it.
Troubles continue to mount for beleaguered Harvard Prez Claudine Gay. Photos have been released of Gay performing a pole dance at a local strip club, hardly appropriate conduct for an academician. Plus, you could pull something and wind up in a wheelchair, and for what? Here she is, disguised in a wig that, seriously, isn’t fooling anyone.
At 1D today “Physicist Ernst” was Ernst MACH, a major figure in 19th century physics, philosophy and psychology. He is probably best known for his MACH number for the speed of sound through air. He was also part of a group that studied the relationship of physical stimuli and our sensations and perceptions of them, an area known as psychophysics. He discovered that our visual system exaggerates the contrast between the edges of lighter and darker areas to enhance object detection and illustrated this with his MACH Bands illusion, below.
Although every bar is filled with one solid level of gray, we perceive narrow bands at the edges with increased contrast which does not reflect the physical reality of solid gray bars. Quod erat demonstrandum!
Good night. See you tomorrow!
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The very beautiful MING-NA Wen visits with us today. What a delight! ”Actress Wen of The Mandalorian.” I was only familiar with her voice before — she’s Disney’s Moana.
Ming-Na recently turned 60 — can it be? She’s of Chinese descent and was born in Macau. Her mom and stepdad moved the family first to NYC and then to Pittsburgh, where they opened a Chinese restaurant (which is still in business). Ming-Na earned a degree in theater from Carnegie Mellon.
Her first marriage was a bust, but she married Eric Michael Zee in 1995 and they have two kids and are going strong. Look how beautiful they all are — they brighten up the scene for us today.
Ming-Na’s daughter Michaela is older now and voices Princess Jun in Disney’s animated series Sofia the First. Ming-Na was playing a doctor on ER when she was pregnant with Michaela, and the pregnancy was written into the script. Please, guys, make yourselves at home. I’ll see what’s in the fridge. Phil! We have company!! Where is he??
We can all breathe a little easier today — the Pistoffs tied the all-time NBA single-season consecutive loss record last night at 26. Bravo, gentlemen! This loss was to Brooklyn, 126-115. They pulled to within two in the third period, but Brooklyn ran off a flurry of points and never looked back. Only two other teams have lost 26 straight in one season: the 2010-11 Cavs who were reeling from LeBron’s departure, and the 2013-14 76ers who were trying to lose (to secure a high draft pick).
You may be wondering how their coach has survived these historic drubbings. Well, it’s Monty Williams and he was signed to a six-year contract for $78.5 million in June. He’s currently the highest-paid coach in the NBA. Sheesh.
Williams has known personal tragedy, which probably helps him keep things in perspective: Here he is with 4 of his 5 beautiful children, but their mom was killed in a car crash in 2016 when she was only 44. (Williams has since remarried.) Owl Chatter shares your hopes that she rests in peace, Coach.
At 61A today, the clue was “End of autumn?” It was a trick!! The answer was SILENT N. It set Rex off as follows:
“The only SILENT- answer I really like, or can tolerate, is SILENT E, as that is a thing you learn when you are first learning the basic rules of pronunciation as a child. SILENT N … is not such a thing. Nor is SILENT B (“thumb”). Or SILENT M (“mnemonic”). Or SILENT L (“colonel”). Or SILENT T (which could’ve at least been made relevant today ([Christmas feature?])). But wordlists have every possible SILENT- permutation in them now (probably), so here we are. Any letter can be SILENT if you want it to be (well, F, G, J, Q, V, Y, and Z have not appeared after SILENT … yet).”
[What about invisible letters? Remember Lech Walesa? It was always pronounced with an invisible “N” in there, before the S. But that’s Polish, so I guess all bets are off.]
Here’s Tom Lehrer, courtesy of Rex:
If you’re wondering what the bunch of lunatics who comprise the NYT puzzle department looks like, here you go. This is from an article about them in Vanity Fair.
Or here:
That’s Will Shortz in the brown leather jacket. The young Asian woman on the right is Wyna Liu, who writes the Connections puzzle which I do daily and love. As I mentioned a while ago, I met her at an XW tournament in NYC; she was seated at my table for several puzzles. When I noticed her name tag, I told her how much I enjoy her puzzles and she blushed.
The Tiny Love Story in The Times today is by Becca Kuperschmid:
I can’t help but think of my first love’s coffee order when the barista asks me for mine. My friends tell me to give it time. One day I will forget the little things. I will break free from the pain of remembrance. I will start anew. But I hope I never do. Ingrained in my brain’s many folds are memories of everyone I’ve ever loved. I’d rather remember than forget. She liked her coffee black.
The Modern Love story is by Richard Morgan and it’s about his 93-year-old grandmother. When her faculties started to diminish, he refused to give in to “grayspeak” or “elderspeak” that “treats them less than sages and more like toddlers or pets.” He visited more often, even though she lived in England and he in NY.
“During my visits, I started throwing her curveballs: What did you do with your first-ever paycheck? What did you think about when you were hiding in caves during the war? What was the best invention of your lifetime?
“Her answers: Buying electricity for her parents’ house so she wouldn’t have to scrape candle wax off the stairs. Eating oranges. Running water (with microwaves a close second). More than answers, they were springboards into unexpected conversations.”
He delighted in how funny she became:
One day after I made us coffee, I asked her: “What’s the secret to being successful in your 90s?”
“Just try, dear. So many people are old at 60. They just want to sit all day. You won’t make it to 90 like that. You have to try.”
“Try what?”
“Try walking,” she said. “Try gardening. Try cooking. Trying doesn’t require a lot of trying. Just try a little. Like, with this coffee you’ve made us. I know you tried.”
What a wonderful woman.
Here’s another Tom Lehrer song. You may be familiar with it: it’s about birds, well, poisoning them. If you’re not familiar with it, please have a listen.
It’s in Owl Chatter today because a taxi driver in Japan was arrested and faces up to year in jail or a fine of $7,000 for killing a pigeon. And that ain’t chicken feed.
Under Japan’s wildlife laws, residents may not kill or remove even the peskiest of birds without approval from the local authorities. And drivers are supposed to drive slowly while pigeons cross the road, even against the light. [Pigeons are notorious jaywalkers — ever worse than jays!]
Anyway, so this 50-year-old cabdriver sped up when the light turned green and plowed into a flock of pigeons. Just like that! One was killed. An autopsy was ordered [I’m not kidding] that determined that it died of traumatic shock. Police said the driver said: “Roads belong to humans, so pigeons should have dodged out of the way.” Of course, that’s hardly how the pigeons see it.
Legal experts said that the arrest of the taxi driver appeared to be less about the fate of the single pigeon and more about the social harm caused by the deliberate decision to kill a living creature.
“The driver drove over a pigeon at a high speed,” said Kazuaki Ishii, a lawyer who specializes in animal rights, “which violates the social order that the wildlife protection and management act aims to protect.”
We’re closing tonight by bidding goodbye to Essra Mohawk, who passed away in Nashville two weeks ago at the age of 75. She was born Sandra Hurvitz in Philly, and was a well-respected singer-songwriter in the “flower child” era. Her song “Change of Heart” was recorded by Cyndi Lauper, and “Stronger than the Wind” by Tina Turner. Her second album (Primordial Lovers) was well-received by the critics. She worked with Frank Zappa for a while. She was married three times. She is survived by no immediate family. Here she is young — a pretty face of the 60s. Rest in peace, Essra.
Can’t close so sadly. Here’s a holiday cat pic from Rex today. Hi Theo! Meow.
Merry Xmas Eve everybody!
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If you’re at all like me, not a day goes by without you worrying whether you used enough chicken-related expressions in your writing and speech. I know — right? Part of it is it can be hard to keep them in mind. Happily, our friend Miriam Webster listed seven for us along with her word of the day today. Here they are: fly the coop, pecking order, put all your eggs in one basket, walk on eggshells, mother hen, no spring chicken, and rule the roost. If you can think of any more, please let Miriam and me know.
And Miriam’s word of the day today was interesting: nobby. It means chic, or cleverly stylish, and is sometimes used in a negative way: “Robert, let me tell you, I didn’t like the feel of the lobby in Berkowitz’s building. It was a little nobby. It was a nobby lobby, Bobby.”
That bowl game I ran off to watch last night was a good one: The Gasparilla Bowl. It used to be called the St. Petersburg Bowl, but was renamed in 2017 as a nod to the legend of José Gaspar, a mythical pirate who supposedly operated in the Tampa Bay area and who is the inspiration for Tampa’s Gasparilla Pirate Festival. Anyway, when I arrived it was all tied up 17-17 at the half. Georgia Tech (for whom I was rooting) received the kickoff and ran the ball effectively for a whole bunch of plays to get to within striking distance. But on a fourth-and-one, at about the 20, they elected to take the field goal rather than go for it. I thought they should go for it — they were running so well, and I made a mental note to blame that call on the loss, if they ended up losing by four points or less. Central Florida was reputed to have a high-powered offense, and I thought we’d need more points.
But, surprisingly, the GT coach had a better grasp of the game than me. (Hrummmph.) He knew his boys could stop UCF and was in the “let’s just start amassing points” mode. Georgia Tech went on to add a TD and another field goal, while shutting out the Knights. Final score 30-17. Since I missed the first half, I wasn’t aware that GT fell behind early 14-0 and was losing 17-3 in the second quarter. Cool.
GT running back Jamal Haynes, a good-looking young man, was named the game’s MVP on the strength of his 128 rushing yards on 18 attempts. He’s majoring in Business Administration. He certainly gave UCF the business last night.
I don’t read many novels these days, and back when I did most recently, I limited myself to Icelandic murder mysteries, so it’s no surprise that I hadn’t heard of ERIN Morgenstern in the puzzle today at 21A, clued as the author of The Night Circle, described in Wikipedia as “a phantasmagorical fairy tale of magic and romance set in an ahistorical late 19th century London.” She’s 45 and has a BA from Smith College.
Hi Erin! Phil! — give her a chance to get settled! Jeez Louise!! Sorry. Love the pearls.
I also hadn’t heard of Amanda BYNES, who popped in at 10D (“Actress Amanda”). She’s 37 now. She’s had serious emotional/mental problems. Her parents provide much support. Here’s how she looked at her best, IMO. Hang in there, AB. Things can’t be that bad if you made it into a Saturday puzzle in the goddamn NYT.
But you know who won’t make it into the NYT puzzle? Hitler, that’s who. Even if he were clued with something like “Genocidal maniac,” he’s barred. And speaking of the genocidal maniac, he’s been in the news a lot lately, have you noticed? Yes — it’s come to this already — Trump’s language has become so Hitlerish that conservative commentator Hugh Hewitt asked him about it on Friday (as have others). Trump said: ”I know nothing about Hitler. I’m not a student of Hitler. I never read his works.” But according to the NYT (which devoted a third of a page to the story today):
“Trump has long had a documented interest in Hitler. A table by his bed once had a copy of Hitler speeches called “My New Order,” a gift from a friend that Ivana Trump said she had seen him leaf through occasionally.”
I don’t know — no disrespect to the deceased former wife, but it’s hard to picture Trump leafing through a book.
The nitpickers were out in force today. The clue at 22A was “Heavyweight wrestlers,” and the answer was SUMOS. That disgusted a few commenters. Apparently they are never called sumos — only sumo wrestlers. It would be like calling baseball players “baseballs,” one noted. Then someone got even more technical and pointed out that a sumo wrestler is called a rikishi.
OK, thanks.
BTW, did you know that there are women rikishi too? Here are two, pictured below — can you tell which is real and which is fake?
Enough. Tired. See you tomorrow.
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