Sunday, November 23, 2025

The News I'm Reading, #3

Sunday 

Against Black Women: https://fortune.com/2025/11/22/the-exit-economy-black-women-labor-force-participation-inequality/ 

Anti-women? https://www.newsweek.com/full-list-degrees-professional-trump-administration-11085695

Can this be done without China's authoritarianism? (Which the U.S. is definitely trying to emulate at this point in time.)  https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/nov/23/china-us-poverty-income-inequality?CMP=oth_b-aplnews_d-1

 

And a math thing I might want to think more about later (infinity and computers, really?) https://www.quantamagazine.org/a-new-bridge-links-the-strange-math-of-infinity-to-computer-science-20251121/?fbclid=IwY2xjawOP_PBleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZA80MDk5NjI2MjMwODU2MDkAAR6oCMibcmfN1_w5llVVAuhvfNWORUJhd9OkmvmPu6GBkyH3haOlpEZchR-uEQ_aem_mKFOy4pKwhFcXo3DI_lPWA 

 Howard U on Anit-Black (etc) aspects of AI: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mtcSL4S3HQ

CRISPR unlocks a new way to defeat resistant lung cancer CRISPR disables a key resistance gene, making tough cancers vulnerable to chemotherapy again.   https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2025/11/251117095637.htm

 

Monday

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/doge-doesnt-exist-with-eight-months-left-its-charter-2025-11-23/

 

Tuesday

Rebecca Solnit, best post in a long time. https://www.meditationsinanemergency.com/revolutionary-weather-and-the-baboon-in-the-ruins/?ref=meditations-in-an-emergency-newsletter 

Sadly, Noam Chomsky (on the left) was not mentioned in this important but very incomplete analysis: https://www.democracynow.org/2025/11/25/anand_giridharadas?utm_source=Democracy+Now%21&utm_campaign=3ec0421961-Daily_Digest_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_fa2346a853-3ec0421961-192566082

  

 

Friday, November 21, 2025

Accidental Discovery: First Entry in What Might Be a Cancer Journal

Wed, October 29: 

It's 3:30am. I wake, go pee, and get back in bed. Hmm, I still feel like I have to pee. Try to sleep, need-to-pee feeling slowly turns to pain, then more severe pain. At 5:30, I finally realize that it's most likely a kidney stone and get up to take a flowmax. Back to bed. Still pretty bad pain. (Maybe a 6 or 7? Those numbers are so weird, only that low because the hernia pain, when it's bad, is much worse than this.) Finally, around 7:30, I fall back asleep. 

When I get up, I immediately call my urologist. She is amazing and can fit me in the same day. I go first to acupuncture, then to her. They have me pee in a cup. Later, she brings that cup into the examining room and shakes it like a rattle. There are lots of tiny stones, like sand or gravel. She orders tests.

 

Tues, November 4:

I go in for the CT scan. When the results come, they have found that the kidney is fine, but there are three other weird things. Two are no big deal. But there's a nodule on my lung, and it has grown since the last CT scan. (I look later at my records and find no mention of that nodule from the previous scan. Hmm.) I read what I can online. It could be benign, but the speed of growth and irregular edges makes cancer look more likely. I tell people there's a small chance (13%, based on the size) that I have cancer. 

They order another CT scan, focused on the lung. I start making to-do lists:

  • I want a naturopath on my team, like N has. (She has cancer and is writing notes to friends on that caring bridge site.) The doctors, and there are so many of them now, each look at one aspect, and mostly only think in terms of tests and drugs and surgeries.
  • I want a personal cook who can help me make keto-friendly food, because cancer loves sugar and keto is all about not eating sugars (aka carbs), or at least not much. 
  • I need that book I read 6 years ago, when I had uterine cancer (treated with a total hysterectomy, no radiation or chemo needed), The Metabolic Approach to Cancer. I can't find it on my shelves so I order it from the library. I can't get it right away there, so I order it from the bookstore too. 
  • My friend Z suggests ordering modified citrus pectin to take as a supplement. I do that. 
  • I try to get a homeopathic remedy recommended by N's naturopath, but give that up for now. 
  • 'More physical activity' is on my list, but I know that's hard for me to get myself to do.

 

Sat, November 8:

I get the scan. I'm frustrated when I have to wait for results, since this lung nodule sounds like it could be a bad thing. The internet says CT scans often find benign lung nodules. (1 in 3 CT scan finds a lung nodule. Most are benign.) I just want to know. I think it's Tuesday when I finally see. They give all 3 dimensions, both currently and 21.5 months ago. I do the calculations. It is 4.8 times as big as it was previously. That a doubling time of 9.5 months. (I taught math until I retired.) My doctor orders a PET scan and a visit with a pulmonologist, in case I need a biopsy.

 

Fri, Nov 14:

The PET scan is interesting. They inject me with radioactive sugar water. The guy tells me it has flourine to make it radioactive. It's in a thick metal cylinder. He tells me it's lead, so the radiation doesn't escape. I sit there for most of an hour. I had looked it up (on reddit) and seen that some places prohibit even reading during that hour. Others allow it. I could read and the guy said I could make phone calls. I talk with Z, who says she'll join me for a meal after. When I mention that Q is coming she says she won't come then. (She loves Q, but was busy and thought I preferred one-on-one.) I begin to cry. I say, "This is so tangled. I don't want you to feel like you have to come. But I really want to see you." She says she'll come. I say, "I guess this is more stressful than I realized." I laugh. "It just took a little trigger to get me crying."

The scan is in the same machine as the two CT scans; it just takes a bit longer. Breakfast/lunch is delightful. Back home, there's a message from N. Her naturopath has recommendations for PET scans. Some things to do before (too late for me), and some after. I need to take a nap before I can think. Once I'm back up I run out to get Vitamin C and magnesium citrate. I take large doses of each.

And then my doctor calls. "The lung nodule showed minimal uptake, that's good, but we'll still want a biopsy. But something else showed up. There's a lesion in your upper left arm bone." When the scan results come the next day, the language used is that it's "avidly hypermetabolic". Not good. The only cause they think likely is metastasized cancer. The two other possibilities, bone cancer and something benign, are rare. This is when it changes from I might possibly have cancer to I probably have cancer.

Finally, a friend has a recommendation for a naturopath. I text him.  

 

Mon, November 17:

Video visit with the pulmonologist who will do the biopsy. He seems fine.

 

Tues, November 18:

The naturopath's office gets back to me in the morning. We schedule a 10 minute free phone consultation around noon. He talks with me for over half an hour. He says to wait until after I get the oncology visit to schedule an in-office appointment.

The oncologist's office calls and wants me to come at 8am. I don't want to drive in morning commute traffic, but there's nothing else. I end up taking it.

 

Wed, November 19:

I have to get up before 7am to make it to my 8am appointment with the hematology oncologist. (Hematology is blood, bone marrow, and lymph systems. Also, that drive is 12 minutes when done later in the day, but before 8am it will be much longer. The night before google says it could take 40 minutes.) In the morning google says to take the Arlington instead of the freeway, and I'll make it in 25 minutes. It's a much nicer drive than the freeway, and it takes 27 minutes. I get there a minute early, yay me.

I fill out lots of paper work. When I'm done, my doctor arrives. She explains well, asks good questions, and listens well. I like her. She shows me the second CT scan and the PET scan. She spends over an hour with me. She orders blood tests, including two cancer markers. She also refers me to a radiation specialist and an oncology osteosurgeon. 

I get the blood tests in the same office, and then drive home. A few hours later, I get a massage (at home!), by my massage friend of many years. I get a whiff of something and ask if she has put perfume on. "No, I never wear perfume. Maybe it's the sheets. My mom washed them." I'm almost in tears. Chemicals can do that to me. I ask her to put them outside. I get her some sheets of mine. While she's putting them on the massage table, I open windows, and turn on the fan. In 5 minutes it's faint enough that I can turn off the fan and close the windows. She gives me an amazing massage, and I feel great. I ride my bike later. (I got a great new bike, but I'm not in the habit yet of riding it. I'm happy to be doing that.)

 

Thurs, November 20:

Blood tests show nothing bad. Yay. 

I see my naturopath. He gets a history of all my physical issues. Toward the end he suggests that I make sure my pulmonoligist knows about my sliding hiatal hernia before doing that biopsy. I'm so grateful for that advice. It seems important, and I would not have thought of it. It was supposed to be a half hour. I think it's close to an hour. He only charges me for 45 minutes.

I pick the book up at the bookstore. I've been reading the library copy, but now I can start underlining and highlighting and dog-earing it. I thought keto was 50 grams of carbs a day or less. The book says to stay under 25 grams. Yikes. I will need to find alternatives for my toast (with eggs, egg salad, tuna salad, and chicken salad). If I can ditch that and the rice I've been eating, I might manage it.

 

Friday, November 21:

The modified citrus pectin came yesterday. I take my first dose.

I talk to M, who provides cooking services. She is interested in working with me. I'm taking her out to lunch on Sunday, so she can taste the gomen (Ethiopean collard greens) at Cafe Colucci. And then on Monday we'll make cole slaw together.

And that's today. I might not have cancer. That would be great. If I do have it, I am being proactive and planning my journey through this jungle myself. Research shows that being proactive increases the chance of positive outcomes. Good. 

 

 


 

 

The News I'm reading, #2

 https://truthout.org/articles/house-passes-resolution-condemning-socialism-ahead-of-mamdani-white-house-visit/

 

Monday, November 17, 2025

Banned from Facebook for no clear reason, I turn to writing

Facebook claims I have violated community standards. Bizarre. I repost a wide variety of posts about: how shlump and cronies are destroying any semblance of rule of law in this country, Mamdani, the other new socialist mayor, Katie Wilson of Seattle, who we've heard much less about, and plenty of other progressive topics. Why now? 

I also post personal things. Recently a PET scan showed something weird that could be cancer. I'm looking for a naturopath, along with going to doctor appointments, and trying to learn more about this, and trying to eat even healthier than I do.

 

So now I can't (for the moment) access my local Buy Nothing group, nor the other local group, nor Math Mamas, nor a bunch of other groups I'm in there. And I can't contact any friends whose email and phone info I don't have. It's not a good time for this.

They say I need to appeal. But they want me to do a video selfie to prove I'm human. Really? Sounds to me like they want to train their surveillance systems.


 

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Review: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Fowler

I hated this book until after the big reveal (page 77). If it hadn't been a holiday gift from my brother, I would have given it up long before that. The narrator is entitled, and it's all about her and her messed up family with their troublesome secrets, which she is not going to share with us yet.

The first real action, on page 7, involves a maniac drama queen screaming at her boyfriend in the college cafeteria, "You want space? I'll give you space!" And knocking over table and chairs. Our narrator gets swept up in the drama and ends up in a jail cell for a few hours. It's hard to see why she'd be drawn to the maniac. And you won't find out until at least 70 pages later.

I'll be kind to those who prefer to read the book in order, and keep spoilers below the fold. But my recommendation is to skim the first 77 pages, and then dig in.  The story is fascinating after that. It even feels like the narrator's voice changes.

 

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Thinking about Sophie's World

My friend, Gustavo, recommended Sophie's World. I like the idea of a story that has something bigger in it. (In this story, we have a history of philosophy.) But I'm only 30 pages in, and I'm seeing that I'll have lots to disagree with.

I googled 'philosophical responses to Sophie's World', and got lots of study guides (no thanks!) and no critiques. I am not a philosopher myself, but I have read a few books by a radical feminist philosopher (Marilyn Frye, author of Willful Virgin and Politics of Reality) and try to see the world through an anti-racist, anti-colonialist lens as well. I don't think the author questions the world as widely as he might think he does. I would welcome responses here by liberationist philosophers.

What I'm writing here are somewhat spontaneous notes. I expect to come back and edit them later.



page 2: Sophie's father was the captain of a big oil tanker, and was away for most of the year.

My question: Will this create issues for Sophie, as her eyes open? (Perhaps my idea of philosophy is more political than the author's?)


page 26: Around 700bc, much of the Greek mythologywas written down by Homer and Hesiod. Ths created a whole new situation. Now that the myths existed in written form, it was possible to discuss them.

I know the book will oversimplify complex things, and that's not really the problem I have here. My problem is partly the credit that's given to writing, partly the implicit idea of progress, partly the Eurocentric path we are taking in this story, and partly settig up philosophy as a better way to understand the world than myth. I don't think he understands how myth works. Hmm. Do I understand well enough to spell it out? Not sure.

I'd have to check with an anthropologist, but I'm guessing that unwritten myths evolve over time, shifting to contain more wisdom, perhaps. But written texts are static. For how many centuries did people simply believe Aristotle's proclamations? Scientific progress in the west was stymied for centuries.


page 26: During that period, the Greeks founded many city-states ... where all manual work was done by slaves, leaving the citizens free to devote all their time to politics and culture.

He doesn't seem to wonder whether that class (caste?) division affected the philosophy they created.


page 31: So philosophy gradually liberated itself from religion. We could say that the natural philosophers took the first step in the direction of scientific reasoning.

Except that, since all manual labor was done by slaves (lower caste), the philosophers were loathe to actually do experiments, which would involve manual labor.

Bedtime. More later...

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

"Intersectional Feminism" and Kids' Books

I like that term - intersectional feminism. I've been hearing it a lot this past year or so. Today a friend posted a list of kids' books that supposedly teach intersectional feminism. One of the books was from Disney. Nope. Not my kind of list. So I took my bibliography of Kids' Books with Passion, and found all the books that had strong girls who represented something else too - things like racial diversity,  different sorts of bodies or sexuality, class consciousness, or a connection with the Earth.

Here's my list. Some of these books can (and should) be critiqued. I have left those in, because they expanded my world, even if they are flawed. Enjoy.


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Kids’ Books and 
“Intersectional Feminism”  
(ie strong girls and women who are also …)

Picture books.

Agatha’s Feather Bed, by Carmen Deedy, ill. by Laura Seeley. Agatha spins yarn and weaves cloth, and sells it in a little shop between two skyscrapers in Manhattan. She explains to a young customer where cotton, silk, etc. come from. And then… Is she spinning a yarn?
Amazing Grace, by Mary Hoffman, ill. by Caroline Binch. Grace loves stories, and loves acting them out. When her class is going to put on Peter Pan, one friend tells her she can’t be Peter because he’s a boy, and another says so because he’s not black. Her mama and her nana help her through. Boundless Grace is great too (on families that don’t have the ‘required’ mother and father).
Angel Child, Dragon Child, by Michele Surat, ill. by Vo-Dinh Mai. Ut must start American school while her mother is still in Vietnam. A boy calls her Pajamas, and other kids laugh. Later she and the boy get in a fight, and the principal finds a good solution.
Annie and the Old One, by Miska Miles and Peter Parnall. Annie tries to delay her grandmother’s death by unraveling the rug grandmother is planning to finish before she dies.
Aunt Harriet’s Underground Railroad in the Sky, by Faith Ringgold. Cassie and her younger brother BB are flying over present-day New York when an old, ramshackled train appears. BB gets on and Cassie is upset that he’s gone off. Aunt Harriet tells her she can catch up with him by escaping slavery on the ground.
Baby Dance, by Ann Taylor, ill. by Marjorie van Heerden. I love the pictures. I love the text (a re-working of ‘Hush little baby, don’t you cry’). When my son was small, I danced around with him while I read it.
Born In the Gravy, by Denys Cazet. Margarita tells her father about her first day in kindergarten. She has some great stories to tell.
The Crane Girl, by Veronika Matenova Charles. Yoshiko is sad, angry, and lonely after her younger brother is born. She becomes a crane, but still visits her human family.
Flossie and the Fox, by Patricia McKissak, ill. by Rachel Isadora. Flossie’s taking eggs to Miz Viola, and has been told to watch out for the fox. She outsmarts fox all the way there.
Fox Song, by Joseph Bruchac, ill. by Paul Morin. Jamie is lying in bed, remembering walks and talks with her gramma, the day after gramma has died.
From Miss Ida’s Porch, by Sandra Belton, ill. by Floyd Cooper. “There’s a very best time of day on Church Street.” It’s evening, when stories get told on Miss Ida’s Porch, about when Duke Ellington stayed with one of the neighbors, and when folks in the neighborhood saw Marion Anderson sing in front of the Lincoln memorial, because she wasn’t allowed to sing at Constitution Hall.
Grandmother’s Pigeon, by Louise Erdrich, ill. by Jim LaMarche. Grandmother has sailed away on a porpoise, and now the eggs in one of the old nests in her room  are hatching. But the birds that hatch are supposed to be extinct. Detailed, realistic pictures support the magical realism of the story.
Hide and Sneak, by Michael Kusugak, ill. by Vladyana Krykorka. Allashua, a young Alaskan girl, gets lost following a creature that wants to play hide and seek with her. But her people’s stone posts guide her home.
Liza Lou and the Yeller Belly Swamp, by Mercer Mayer.  Liza Lou’s mother sends her on errands through the swamp but warns her to be careful of the dangerous creatures. Liza Lou outsmarts them all.
Our Gracie Aunt, by Jacqueline Woodson. Beebee and Johnson are home alone for a very long time. A social worker comes and takes them to stay with their aunt. Scary situations are handled beautifully.
Owl Moon, by Jane Yolen, ill. by John Schoenherr.  She has been waiting a long time to go owling with Pa. It’s a cold winter night, and they must walk through dark woods in hopes of seeing a Great Horned Owl.
Pictures for Miss Josie, by Sandra Belton, ill. by Benny Andrews. A fictional story about a real woman, Josephine Carroll Smith, who helped young Black men in college, providing them a home away from home.
Quennu and the Cave Bear, by Marie Day. With a historical note on ancient cave paintings at the end, this story imagines what life might have been like for Quennu, who seems to be destined to be the next shaman of her tribe.
Silent Lotus, by Jeanne Lee. Lotus cannot hear, and other children in the village won’t play with her. But she loves to dance like the cranes. And when her parents travel with her to the city, to ask for a sign – she finds a wonderful life.
Smoky Night, by Eve Bunting, ill. by David Diaz. How do you talk with children about something like riots? The boy in this story is kept safe by his mama, but their apartment building catches fire, and they must stay awhile in a shelter. Two cats who always fought make friends and bring the people together.
Sweet Clara and the Freedom Quilt, by Deborah Hopkinson, ill. by James Ransome. Sweet Clara, a slave sent away from her momma before she was 12, was determined to get back. She learned to sew, and was sent from the fields to the Big House. She listened to all that was said, and sewed into a quilt a map for heading North.
The Crane Girl, by Veronika Martenova Charles. Yoshiko feels unloved after her baby brother is born, and asks the cranes if she can be their baby. The cranes do a magic dance, and she becomes one of them. [Japan]
The Library, by Sarah Stewart, ill. by David Small. Elizabeth Brown loves to read more than anything. This is a life with books. But at the end, she moves in with a friend, and they read together, “page after page after page.” Very sweet.
The Old Woman Who Named Things, by Cynthia Rylant, ill. by Kathryn Brown. The old woman has named her house, her car, her chair, and her bed. She has outlived all her friends, and only names things that will outlive her. Until a shy brown puppy begins to visit…
The Patchwork Quilt, by Valerie Flourney, ill. by Jerry Pinkney. Grandma teaches Tanya and her mama the value of memories. They all learn to value old age more.
The Wednesday Surprise, by Eve Bunting. A little girl and grandma are keeping a secret from the family. They’re practicing reading every Wednesday evening. Surprise ending for the reader, too.
To Hell With Dying, by Alice Walker, ill. by Catherine Deeter. The young Alice was friends with a dying, alcoholic old man named Mr. Sweets. Her dedication: “To the old ones of my childhood who taught me the most important lesson of all: That I did not need to be perfect to be loved. That no one does.”
Where Are You Going, Manyoni?, by Catherine Stock. Manyoni enjoys her hours-long walk to school, through the African veld, in Zimbabwe.
Z’s Gift, by Neal Starkman. Z reaches out to his teacher, who has AIDS.







Chapter books.

A Girl Named Disaster, by Nancy Farmer. 11-year-old Nhamo, mother dead, father gone, escapes a forced marriage in a stolen boat, and travels through Africa.
Catwings, by Ursula LeGuin. Ahh… This is a chapter book with pictures on each page, a good place to start for longer books. It’s very special. “Mrs. Jane Tabby could not explain why all four of her children had wings.”
Child of the Owl, by Lawrence Yep. When Casey’s father goes into the hospital, she must go to stay with her grandmother Paw-Paw in Chinatown (in San Francisco). It’s very foreign to her at first, but with Paw-Paw’s help, it becomes home.
Ella Enchanted, by Gail Carson Levine. Ella is strong, her curse (to be obedient) is dangerous, her adventures are many. Marvelous re-spinning of Cinderella.
Esperanza Rising, by Pam Munoz Ryan. Esperanza lives in Mexico, where her father owns a ranch. When he dies, she and her mother lose everything and move to the U.S., where they join other migrant laborers. She starts out sweet but spoiled, and learns much.
Homecoming, by Cynthia Voigt. Dicey is about 12 when her mother walks into a mall and never comes back, leaving the 4 kids in the car. Dicey leads the others across Connecticut, and then further, looking for a home.
Julie of the Wolves, by Jean Craighead George. Julie must leave her village in Alaska, and figures out how to live with the wolves.
Moorchild, by Eloise McGraw. Saaski is a wild child, who finds out her very strange history. Half elf, her human life doesn’t fit right, and playing her pipes on the moor is her only solace.
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, by Mildred Taylor. Set in the deep south, in the 30’s. Cassie Logan’s family owns and farms 200 acres. The Logans have managed to protect their children from the hatred of the whites around them, but this year will be especially difficult.
Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter, by Astrid Lindgren. By the author of the classic Pippi Longstocking, this story has more depth. The robbers live in their mountain stronghold, with young Ronia beloved by all. Ronia befriends a boy from the rival robber band, and trouble ensues.
Shadow Spinner, by Susan Fletcher. A re-telling of Sheherazade.
The Breadwinner, by Deborah Ellis. Set in Taliban-controlled Afghanistan, when women were not allowed outside, and were required to wear head-to-toe covering burqas. When Parvana’s father is taken away by soldiers, her family is in dire straits with no man. Parvana realizes she can pass as a boy, and becomes the breadwinner.
The Great Gilly Hopkins, by Katherine Paterson. Gilly is in foster care. She tries to mess up in each home, in hopes that her mother will finally come get her. Maime Trotter, Gilly’s new foster mother, helps her to grow. (Sad ending…)
The Midwife’s Apprentice, by Karen Cushman. A girl has slept in the dung heap to keep warm, and the midwife brings her home to do errands. Though she has no name and believes herself stupid, her caring and help bring her friends and wisdom. (Also great: Catherine Called Birdy)
The Music of Dolphins, by Karen Hesse. An amazing story of a girl raised by dolphins, and then (sadly for her) found.
The Necessary Hunger, by Nina Revoyr. When Nancy Takahiro’s dad marries Raina Webber’s mom, they must live in uncomfortably close quarters. How do you date someone you live with?
The Ruby in the Smoke, by Philip Pullman. It’s 1872, Sally Lockhart is 16, an orphan, and caught up in the mystery of her father’s death.
The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, by Avi. Charlotte Doyle goes aboard ship, and participates in a mutiny.
Tree Girl, by T.A. Barron. A girl lives at the edge of the sea with an old man, who warns her of the ghouls in the forest.
Wise Child, by Monica Furlong. Set in Scotland in the middle ages, Wise Child is taken in by Juniper, who teaches her to read, to work with healing herbs, and even a bit of magic.