Today’s Jesus and Mo strip, called “twist,” is labeled as “a Friday flashback from 12 years ago.” Once again Mo shows his characteristic behavior of instantiating exactly what he objects to.
Duck doings, part 2: Vashti’s baby’s hatch, attempted capture of brood
Here’s the second part of “duck doings” (first part here), this part recounting the attempt to capture Vashti and her brood before it got to the pond, where it would harassed out by the resident aggressive ducks. I’ll put it up for the record, as part 1 didn’t attract much interest.
On May 15, Vashti was gone from the pond most of the day, and it was that day I marked on my calendar as the day she began incubating her eggs. Since incubation is about 28 or 29 days, I calculated that her babies would hatch around June 12 or 13, and also marked those on my calendar as “jump days.” As with last time, the spoiled hen came down from the nest about once a day in the afternoon to get a good cleaning, preening, and of course a big meal. I observed her as she flew back to the next, and, sure enough, she went back to the identical first-floor windowsill in Erman Hall, right beside the pond. When I first went inside to see what was going on, she had laid eggs in the very same nest she used last time. The room inside the windowsill was a largely unused lab, and her nest was now well hidden by ivy, so she had only a small chance of being disturbed.
There were 7 light-green eggs in the nest. It was hard to photograph through a screen from the inside, but here’s the nest with eggs (I ran inside and took a photo while she was having her daily meal/spa break, which lasted anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes:
Vashti on the nest. Note that it’s lined with soft duck down, which she had plucked from her breast to cushion the eggs. She turns the eggs from time to time so that they incubate evenly.
I took a video of her flying up to her windowsill nest. It happened quickly, and she’d do it only when other ducks were not around, presumably to avoid interlopers going after her or the eggs. Sometimes I’d have to spend a long time keeping aggressive ducks away from her while she bathed and ate, and then away from the main pond when she was ready to fly up. Note the Armon is nearby to guard her.
Here are Armon and Vashti before she left the pond to incubate her eggs:
And Vashti having her meal during incubation. What she’s eating here are pellets of Mazuri Waterfowl Maintenance Diet: a complete diet for ducks that I buy in 50-pound bags. I also give the ducks freeze-dried mealworms that I get from Amazon. They are a real treat: the ducks love them above all other foods, and they are packed with protein and lipids. These are spoiled ducks, I tell you. (Babies are fed Mazuri Waterfowl Starter, which is nearly identical to the adult diet but comes in smaller pellets that the babies are able to ingest.)
A few pictures of the handsome Armon, who was an attentive, protective, and handsome father. I love the curly feathers on his butt, and can’t help but think that females look at them when assessing whether a drake could be their mate:
Ignore the duck poop. . .
Armon drinking, too lazy to get into the water. This is what we call a “Dali Duck“.
And a headshot of dad:
The rest of the story can be related briefly. I observed Vashti every time she flew down from the nest, and the upshot was that if the other ducks (another pair plus itinerant drakes) saw her, they would go after her, forcing her to fly off the pond. (She would return, but I sometimes had to keep those ducks away from her.)
I concluded that, like the first time she had ducklings, this time would also result in her leaving the pond after too much aggression. And that would mean death for all the ducklings. The only alternative was to somehow capture her and her brood, ideally keeping them together for release in a safer pond. The people in facilities (I won’t reveal their names, but one woman in particular was an enormous help) put their heads together and designed an open-topped cage of fine mesh to be put below the window, so the ducklings would be trapped in it when they jumped. The open top would ensure that mom would fly in to be with her babies.
Here’s the cage. Facilities also wired off the window wells and put down mulch to cushion the babies. (Another shout out to them!) Note that it covers ground beneath three windows in case some of the ducklings jumped sideways. I’ve circled the window where the nest was.
A side view:
My job was to check on the nest from the inside every day starting about June 8, looking for signs of hatching (broken eggshells, little heads poking out from beneath Vashti, etc.) That would mean that the ducklings would come down the next day. And that would give me time to warn Facilities of the imminent jump, who in turn would alert the volunteers at Chicago Bird Collision Monitors, who have expertise in capturing ducklings and mothers (they can often get both), who could then be transported to safety.
Well, on June 9 there was no sign of hatching that I could see. It turned out that I missed it. For the next day, on June 10, I came down to the pond at 6:30 a.m. and there was a ruckus. I heard a lot of quacking, and both ducks from the aggressive pair were standing on the pond edge in front of the cage: And, sure enough, Vashti and her brood (I counted six or seven) were inside in the cage, with Vashti running back and forth and quacking, desperate to get to the water—water that would mean death.
Caged Vashti and babies:
I quickly called both CBCM and Facilities, and CBCM dispatched two volunteers to the pond to try to get both the brood and Vashti. In the meantime, I sat across the pond to ensure that the aggressive ducks didn’t somehow get into the cage and wreak havoc.
I noticed, however, that three ducklings were outside the cage. I didn’t know how that happened, for it was extremely well designed to seal off the area. One of the ducklings, however, was trapped in the mesh, with his tiny head and wings inside and its butt and little legs on the outside. Perhaps they got out through the mesh when Vashti was in the pond. It took me about ten minutes to free the trapped one, holding its wings against the body while gently manipulating its legs and butt so I could gradually ease it into the pen. (The two loose ones were easily grabbed as they were desperate to stay close to mom.) That done, all the ducklings were then penned up with mom.
The cage had done its job. But could the whole group be rescued, keeping the family together? That would be a tough one, for though the CBCM people are experts, a perturbed wild mallard hen is very difficult to capture.
The CBCM people came at 8 a.m.: two young women with nets. I had prepared a “duck box”: a small cardboard box lined with my old but clean tee-shirts to cushion the babies for transport. (I have no idea how they were going to carry the mom, as all they had with them were nets.)
At any rate, the CBCM people were very patient, boxed a few ducklings, and left a couple in the pen so their peeping would attract Vashti. (She few off, of course, when they came near the pen, but stayed nearby.) Then they patiently waited, one on either side of the pen, hoping to net Mom when she was either inside the pen or beside it.
This volunteer is holding two ducklings in her hands:
Patiently waiting to see if Vashti could be gotten:
In the end, they made several game tries. The woman on the right even tried approaching the net from in the water! (Unfortunately, she slipped and went under.). But despite patient waiting punctuated with sudden approaches and swinging of nets, Vashti got away. In the meantime I had gone back to my office as I couldn’t deal with the anxiety. When I came outside half an hour later, the ducklings and volunteers were gone: they had apparently taken all seven ducklings in my rescue box. But Vashti was still there, swimming around the pond and quacking forlornly. It broke my heart, for she had lost her second brood. I tried to feed her, but she would not eat.
That was the outcome. Although it did a number on me, in the end I think the outcome was good given that my decision to put this in motion was based solely on the desire to save the lives of the babies. There were three possible outcomes:
a.) The ducklings and Vashti all could be allowed to get into the pond. They would last only a day there before they were driven off by other mallards, and all the babies would die.
b.) Vashti and her brood would all be captured and released together in a distant pond. That sounded like the best outcome, and indeed would be if the aim was to let the family live their lives in nature.
c.) The brood could be captured but not Vashti. The ducklings would then be taken to a rehab facility where, I’m told, survivorship is over 90%.
What happened was “c”, of course. It could not be helped, and we avoided the deadly outcome of a). I am trying to tell myself that c.) is in one way better than b.), since ducklings in the wild, even with their mothers, have a very low survival rate. Grok tells me that mallard hens that survive to adulthood can live 5-10 years, having a clutch size averaging 8-9 eggs. If we assume that a wild hen has a reproductive life of 7 years, with 8 eggs per year, then she will produce about 56 babies in her lifetime. If the population of ducks is stable, only two of those babies will survive to keep the population stable, replacing the mother and father. That gives an estimate of mortality in the wild of about 96%—much higher than the 10% in rehab. (Our mortality for ducklings that breed in the pond is in line with that.)
So perhaps more lives were saved with option c, the one that transpired. Or so I tell myself. Balanced against that is whatever heartbreak Vashti feels at losing a brood, and I have no doubt that she feels some sense of unfulfillment and even, perhaps, whatever sadness a duck is capable of feeling. Vashti and Armon are no longer in the pond: the only residents is the pair of Mean Ducks. I have started feeding them; I didn’t before as I wanted them to leave, but I see no point in now punishing ducks now for having acted like ducks. I am hoping that Vashti will return and things will settle down, and I have given up hope that ducklings will live and grow to maturity in Botany Pond this year.
We could not predict that the invading ducks would be aggressive. But that’s small consolation for having a pond without ducklings this summer.
Readers’ wildlife photos
Voilà: my last batch of photos, this time a small selection from Norm Gilinsky, including two species we have in Botany Pond. Norm’s captions are indented, and you can enlarge his photos by clicking on them.
All of these photos were taken with an ordinary iPhone on June 1 on the eastern shore of Lake Washington just east of Seattle.
Extravaganza:
Here in the Pacific Northwest, the poikilotherms have come back to life, finding homoiotherms by their sides. This picture, and the others, are from the Kirkland side (east side) of Lake Washington. Mallard ducks (Anas platyrhynchos) and Red-eared Sliders (Trachemys scripta elegans) living the lush life:
Red-eared Sliders close-up:
Red-eared Sliders (Trachemys scripta elegans), ebullient in the late spring warmth. Red-eared Sliders have driven our Western Pond Turtle (Actinemys marmorata) almost to the brink of extinction, but we love them nonetheless:
Afternoon snooze:
We came across this sleepy bunch of Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos) just off a walking path in the Lake Washington nearshore wetland. People were gawking at them and photographing them, but they didn’t care. Maybe they even liked the attention:
Lounging Cottontails:
June 1 was a warm one in western Washington this year, and these Eastern Cottontail bunnies (Sylvilagus floridanus) were taking dust baths and lounging. Living life to the max.
Nootka Rose:
One of our native roses (Rosa nutkana). As with all the life form in this set, this Nootka was all puffed up at its showy best:

Friday: Hili dialogue
Welcome to Friday, June 12, 2026 and it’s National Loving Day, celebrating both romantic bonding but, more important, celebrating the day when
. . . the 1967 U.S. Supreme Court decision Loving vs. Virginia. This decision struck down all anti-miscegenation laws remaining in sixteen U.S. states. The ruling cited, “There can be no doubt that restricting the freedom to marry solely because of racial classifications violates the central meaning of the equal protection clause.“
From the Wikipedia page on Loving v. Virginia:
Loving v. Virginia, 388 U.S. 1 (1967), is a landmark civil rights decision of the United States Supreme Court which held that laws banning interracial marriage violate the Equal Protection and Due Process clauses of the Fourteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.
The case involved Richard Loving, a white man, and his wife Mildred Loving, a woman of color. In 1959, the Lovings were convicted of violating Virginia’s Racial Integrity Act of 1924, which criminalized marriage between people classified as “white” and people classified as “colored”. Caroline County circuit court judge Leon M. Bazile sentenced the Lovings to prison but suspended their sentences on the condition that they leave Virginia and not return. The Lovings filed a motion to vacate their convictions on the ground that the Racial Integrity Act was unconstitutional, but Bazile denied it. After unsuccessfully appealing to the Supreme Court of Virginia, the Lovings appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court, which agreed to hear their case.
In June 1967, the Supreme Court issued a unanimous decision in the Lovings’ favor that overturned their convictions and struck down Virginia’s Racial Integrity Act as unconstitutional. Virginia had argued before the Court that its law was not a violation of the Equal Protection Clause because the punishment was the same regardless of the offender’s race, and therefore it “equally burdened” both whites and non-whites. The Court found that the law nonetheless violated the Equal Protection Clause because it was based solely on “distinctions drawn according to race” and outlawed conduct—namely, that of getting married—that was otherwise generally accepted and that citizens were free to do. The Court’s decision ended all race-based legal restrictions on marriage in the United States.
Here are Richard and Mildred Loving in 1967:

And they rest together forever. Here are the “Graves of the Lovings in the St. Stephen’s Baptist Church cemetery, Central Point, Virginia.” Mildred lived for 33 years after Richard’s death.

It’s also International Cachaça Day, celebrating the sugarcane-based Brazilian spirit used to make the drink caipirinha), International Falafel Day, National Jerky Day, National Peanut Butter Cookie Day, and World Day Against Chile Labor.
There’s a World Cup Google Doodle today. Click on it to see where it goes:
Readers are welcome to mark notable events, births, or deaths on this day by consulting the June 12 Wikipedia page.
Da Nooz:
The usual anti-semitic news:The Dept. of Justice has indicted eight pro-Palestinian activists for making threats connected with their push to get the University of Michigan to divest from Israel.
A group of pro-Palestinian activists associated with the University of Michigan have been indicted for allegedly transmitting threats to school leaders, law enforcement officials and businesses in what the U.S. Department of Justice called a coordinated effort to convince the university to divest from Israel.
The 63-page grand jury indictment filed last month in the U.S. District Court of the Eastern District of Michigan was unsealed Wednesday morning by federal prosecutors following reports of a raid in Washtenaw County’s city of Ypsilanti.
The alleged conspirators named in the indictment are Paige Feyock, Amatullah Hakim, Zainab Hakim, Ahmet Korkaya, Miriam Odeh, Alexander Sepulveda, Colin Weger and Jonathan Zou.
Prosecutors allege that the defendants and unindicted co-conspirators used encrypted messages, social media and collaboration with partners overseas to research, target and attack alleged victims, and then later posted about it on social media. The social media posts, prosecutors said, were meant as warnings.
“Their criminal activity included spray painting threats, breaking windows, and throwing glass jars filled with noxious chemicals into family homes,” the indictment reads. “They marked their victims with threatening symbols used by Hamas, including red inverted triangles and red handprints. They used the internet and social media to broadcast their message to ensure their threats and commitment to continuing criminal activity were heard by their victims and others who support Israel.”
The indictment notes that they were motivated by the Oct. 7, 2023, Hamas terrorist attack on Israel and the ensuing war between the two in the Gaza Palestinian territory. Israel has since been accused of fomenting a genocide with its response to the attack, with both Amnesty International and a United Nations independent commission reaching that conclusion.
. . .The Jewish Federation of Detroit, which was also alleged to be vandalized by the group, issued a statement on Wednesday applauding federal, state and local law enforcement for taking action.
“The indictment details a deliberate campaign of intimidation and terror: attacks on private homes, threats to ‘get’ the ‘kids’ of victims, witness intimidation, and the targeting of Jewish institutions, including our own,” the federation said. “Many of the alleged threats directly reference the Hamas-led terror attack on October 7, 2023. We are grateful to law enforcement for pursuing this investigation with the seriousness it demands, and we look forward to seeing justice served, sending a clear message that hate, intimidation and antisemitic violence have no place in our community or in our country.”
A Facebook post with pictures (I can’t vouch for whether they’re real photos):
So it goes. . . every damn day. I guess peaceful protests aren’t enough these days.
*Over at It’s Noon in Israel, Amit Segal sums up the latest U.S. attacks on Iran.
It’s Thursday, June 11, and Donald Trump appears to be changing tack. For the second night in a row, the U.S. military launched what it called “self-defense strikes” against Iran—strikes Trump seemed to imply were punishment for Iran taking “too long to make a deal.” In response, the Islamic Republic retaliated against bases in Jordan, Bahrain and Kuwait.
According to U.S. Central Command, the latest strikes targeted Iran’s military surveillance, communication systems and air defense sites. Iranian media confirmed explosions across the country’s south near the Strait of Hormuz—the same region where U.S. forces struck similar assets just on Tuesday. So far, the most devastating card in the American target bank, Iran’s energy infrastructure, remains notably untouched. Washington is instead methodically degrading Tehran’s capabilities around the strait—to what end, exactly, remains an open question.
Two months in, Trump appears to have finally learned to speak Persian. As the supposedly “moderate” Iranian Parliament Speaker Mohammad Bagher Ghalibaf bluntly stated this week, military force and diplomacy are complementary tools—violence creates favorable conditions on the ground, allowing diplomats to extract “legal, political and economic achievements” at the table. Iranian Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi literally wrote the manual on this bazaar-style negotiation. In his 2025 book, The Power of Negotiation, Araghchi advocates for continuous, grueling “repetition” of demands until the opponent “gets numb” and surrenders, noting that “he who gets tired and bored quickly will lose.”
Both approaches have been on full display over the past two months. The endless offers and retractions at the negotiating table, paired with the constant pricks of military strikes against regional allies and global shipping, were designed to drain Trump’s patience through a thousand small cuts.
The strategy appeared perilously close to working. In May, the announcement of a “largely negotiated” deal—offering upfront financial relief in exchange for 60 days of nuclear talks—nearly gave Republican hawks a collective heart attack. Trump ultimately pulled back, but the strategy seemed to be gaining traction again this week when he echoed Biden’s infamous “don’t,” urging Israel to turn the other cheek to an Iranian attack. Critics feared Trump was about to follow his billionaire confidants off the cliff, placing his trust in an extremist Middle Eastern regime. Worn down by Araghchi’s relentless bazaar-style bargaining, Trump looked ready to fold—ignoring his own warning from The Art of the Deal: “The worst thing you can possibly do in a deal is seem desperate to make it.”
. . . Since Iran crossed Trump’s red line in January, he has been walking a high wire, stretched between forcing regime collapse on one side and securing a diplomatic settlement on the other. He opened with a swift pivot toward diplomacy. Then came an unexpected lurch toward destruction, oscillating between threats of devastating force and economic reassurances. Then, abruptly, he froze. With the far side of the wire seeming impossibly distant, he has hung suspended over the abyss for two months. Today’s strikes suggest he may finally be moving again—though toward what, nobody can say. As with most such performances, it is we, the audience, not the presidential acrobat, whose hearts are in our throats at every tremor. The performer himself betrays nothing. With Trump especially, that inscrutability may be the whole act.
Since his first announcement of the attack, I don’t recall Trump mentioning “regime collapse” at all. And yes, this mercurial way of making war does make me anxious.
Segal also has a discussion of the contentious fight between Ultra-Orthodox Israeli Jews, who heretofore have been exempt from their country’s universal draft because studying the Torah is considered a “basic law,” but that may change.
*The Washington Post reports that Trump saw no fewer than 22 medical specialists as part of his latest checkup! (Article is archived here.)
That figure is nearly double the number of specialists who assessed Trump for his past medical checkups as president, according to a review of publicly available statements by Trump’s doctors.
The figure also represents the most medical specialists to assess a president for a single visit, based on a review of public statements and records, prompting questions from outside physicians who said they were already skeptical of the White House’s disclosures around the nearly 80-year-old Trump’s health.
“It is an extraordinary number,” said Jonathan Reiner, a longtime cardiologist for former vice president Dick Cheney. “What specialties do they represent? Why so many?”
White House officials said that the number was commensurate with the need to perform a “complete and preventive evaluation” of the president. Sean Barbabella, the president’s physician, said the assessment found that Trump was in “excellent health.”
“The involvement of multiple specialists reflects a comprehensive, multidisciplinary evaluation consistent with best practices for executive-level medical care,” the White House said in a statement.
. . . The White House has often declined to answer specific questions about Trump’s medical assessments, such as what prompted the president to undergo a second physical exam at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center last year. Presidents usually make one annual trip unless they have an urgent condition. Nearly three months after the visit, and after initially telling reporters that he had undergone an MRI exam, Trump and the White House clarified that the president had received a CT scan as part of his assessment.
I understand that the public should know the general state of Trump’s health, but is he totally exempt from every human’s right to medical privacy? If he was terminally ill or had dementia or something, then yes, they should tell us–but they don’t have to. As far as I see him in interviews and stuff, I hope I’m that vigorous when I’m 80. No, I don’t like him, but neither do I wish him dead, though a lot of people make no bones about that.
*Last year the Australian government banned kids under 16 from having social-media accounts. As the NYT reports, and as you’d expect, the ban has largely failed, but there are those who hope that younger kids not already on social media may remain off (article archived here).
Late last year, Australia became the first country in the world to institute a nationwide ban on children younger than 16 having social media accounts.
Six months in, most indications are that the law has largely failed at keeping young teens off the platforms, in a disappointing start to an initiative carefully watched by parents and governments around the world.
But some Australian parents say the real effect of the law may be for the coming cohort of younger kids who were not yet on social media, and who may stay off because of the ban.
. . .Australia’s eSafety Commission, the regulatory agency tasked with enforcing the law, reported in March that seven in 10 parents whose children already had an account said the teens were still on one of the age-restricted services. Other surveys have reported similar findings.
Teenagers have described easy workarounds — drawing a mustache on their face for an age estimation scan, creating a new account with a fake birth date, or using a parent or older sibling’s account. Others said their accounts kept working without a hitch.
. . .“The kids all laugh about it, ‘What a joke, we haven’t been taken off anything,’” said Lauren Hillier, 42, who said she had really looked forward to the law taking effect. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to be the lone “evil nasty mom” for being strict about her 13-year-old son and 15-year-old stepdaughter’s phone usage.
Her son still has access to Instagram and her stepdaughter remains on Snapchat, Ms. Hillier said, adding: “I don’t know a single person who’s lost an account.”
Olivia Olsen, a 15-year-old in Canberra, said she still had access to her TikTok account and that a few friends who were kicked off were mostly able to get back on the apps.
“I feel like nothing changed on that day,” she said.
So far, these signs of fallibility haven’t deterred other countries that are planning on introducing similar laws. Last month, Britain’s online safety minister, Kanishka Narayan, traveled to Australia to learn about the implementation of the law as his country considers similar steps to protect children.
. . .Much of the media, academic and regulatory attention around the efficacy of the law has been focused on young teens between the ages of 13 and 16 who were already using social media and were supposed to be weaned off it by the ban. (Most platforms already had in place a seldom-enforced minimum age of 13 in their user agreements.)
But parents with children under 12 who weren’t already on social media apps said the real beneficiaries might be the next generation, who will enter their teenage years with the ban already in place.
I don’t think that the wait-for-the-next-generation tactic will work, because generations overlap, and that alone guarantees that each generation will be addicted to devices. Do I favor such bans? I’m not sure, though I do favor banning phones and devices that are distracting in schools. There’s something a bit chilling about being on a bus or in a subway care where 75% of the people are glued to their phones. This can come to no good end. Indeed, the very next item suggests one result:
*Tyler Jagt, who’s taught literature at several universities, complains in the Chronicle of Higher Education that “My students can’t read.”
In February 2024, Adam Kotsko, who teaches in the Shimer Great Books School at North Central College, wrote in Slate that students who once handled 30 pages of reading per class meeting now seem “intimidated by anything over 10 pages and seem to walk away from readings of as little as 20 pages with no real understanding.” Crucially, he added that this is “not a matter of laziness on the part of the students” but of underlying skills they were never given a chance to build.
The Chronicle of Higher Education’s 2024 investigation found the same pattern across institutions as different as the Stevens Institute of Technology and Wellesley College, where the average SAT exceeds 1400. Nicholaus Gutierrez, an assistant professor at Wellesley, told The Chronicle that the baseline for what students consider a reasonable amount of work has dropped so noticeably that he has cut his readings accordingly; a 750-word essay now strikes many students as long. At Stevens, the science and technology studies associate professor Theresa MacPhail described following the mantra of “meet your students where they are” for so long that she has begun to feel “like a cruise director organizing games of shuffleboard.”
Worse, the national data tell the same story in colder language. On the 2011 National Assessment of Educational Progress (NAEP) writing assessment, which is the most recent comprehensive writing benchmark, only 24 percent of 12th graders reached the Proficient level, and just 3 percent reached Advanced; another 21 percent scored below Basic. The reading side of the ledger is worse, and getting worse fast: The 2024 NAEP results released in September 2025 show 12th-grade reading scores at the lowest level recorded since the assessment began in 1992. Thirty-two percent of 12th graders now score below NAEP Basic in reading, meaning that, in the assessment’s own language, they likely “cannot draw general conclusions based on concepts presented explicitly in a text.” And yet more than half of these same seniors reported being accepted to a four-year college. That last sentence is the whole problem in one line: We are admitting a cohort that cannot read at a college level and are pretending otherwise.
Why is this happening? One reason, of course, is smartphones.
I came into teaching as a skeptic of the anti-smartphone argument: I had a phone in my pocket throughout high school and college in the 2010s, and I read long books anyway. I now think I was wrong, because the neuroscience has caught up. In a 2017 paper, Adrian F. Ward and colleagues at the University of Texas at Austin’s McCombs School of Business showed that the mere presence of a participant’s smartphone — whether that be face down, powered off, untouched, or across the desk out of vision — measurably reduces available working memory and fluid intelligence on cognitive tests, with the largest effects on the most phone-dependent users. A 2022 study by Motoyasu Honma and colleagues at Japan’s Showa University used near-infrared spectroscopy to compare reading on a smartphone with reading the same passage on paper, and found that smartphone reading produced overactivity in the prefrontal cortex, suppressed sigh generation, and led to general lower comprehension scores; the authors argued that the sigh inhibition and prefrontal overload were causally linked to the comprehension decline.
So when a student tells me they “kept losing track” of a 20-page article, I have to acknowledge that they may be describing a measurable neurological condition. The neural pathways that support sustained attention are built by use, and they atrophy without it. Your body is a use-it-or-lose-it system, and the brain is no exception.
Another reason for the decline in student reading capability is increasing reliance on generative AI.
. . . The thing I am no longer willing to do is pretend this is a temporary adjustment period, or that “students will adapt.” They will not adapt on their own. The conditions that produced this collapse are still in place: the phones, the algorithmic feeds, the test-prep excerpts, staffing models that load the reading-intensive work onto the most precarious faculty, and now the chatbots that finish students’ sentences before they’ve even begun to think of them. If we want literate citizens, we will have to rebuild the conditions for literacy deliberately, against the grain of every incentive currently pointed the other way. I know the academy has the will to do that. It also has the obligation.
If you can’t read a sustained piece, then you can’t write down sustained thoughts; indeed, you can’t think sustained thoughts. Now what will happen to a country whose residents, by and large, are functionally illiterate? Well, your guess is as good and mine, but the outcome will not be salubrious.
*In case you haven’t been paying attention to the NBA (National Basketball Association) Finals, the New York Knicks (who haven’t won an NBA final since 1973!) is playing the San Antonio Spurs, and on Wednesday in Madison Square Garden the Knicks pulled ahead in the series 3-1 (it’s a best-of-seven series) with a stunning win of 107-106 in the last seconds of the game. The Knicks overcame a 29-point lead in the game, too:
A record-breaking comeback, capped off by what could go down as a legendary play.
The long road back to the top of the NBA is almost complete for the New York Knicks, and the step they took Wednesday night was unforgettable.
The Knicks came from 29 points down and moved to the brink of their first championship since 1973 by beating the San Antonio Spurs 107-106 in Game 4 of the finals on OG Anunoby‘s tip-in with 1.2 seconds remaining.
“That has to be the most iconic shot in the history of New York basketball,” Knicks coach Mike Brown said.
It’s certainly high on the list — as high as Anunoby leaped when Jalen Brunson‘s long 3-point shot bounced off the front of the rim, with his right hand stretching high to softly flick it in.
“Right hand from God,” Knicks center Karl-Anthony Towns said.
The Knicks, who have just two titles in their 80-year history and hadn’t even been to the NBA Finals since 1999, have a 3-1 lead and three chances to win the best-of-seven series — starting with Game 5 on Saturday night in San Antonio.
It looked impossible early, when the Spurs rolled to a 27-point halftime lead. But Brunson helped bring the Knicks back with 36 points and Anunoby finished with 33.
Here is the very end of the game:
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili shows she knows her biology, but Andrzej has a wisecrack:
Hili: Photosynthesis must have existed before plants did.
Andrzej: Looks like you’re right, and besides, in the beginning there was no word.
In Polish:
Hili: Fotosynteza musiała się zacząć zanim pojawiły się rośliny.
Ja: Wygląda na to, że masz rację, a co więcej, na początku nie było żadnego słowa.
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From a Facebook page The Atheist Experience, which seems to be a page for nonbelievers, but it doesn’t like scientism. I’m honored to be grouped with those who accept the pejorative word “scientism”, but where did they get my picture. That ain’t me!
Who is this? Not I!!!
Reader David took this photo:
And from Cheryl’s Amazingly Positive, No Politics Allowed, Interesting People Group. Yes it can’t be a real sign, but it’s funny:
From Masih, who tried simulating the wearing of a burqa:
I stand with the brave women of Afghanistan who face guns, bullets, beatings and arrest, simply for saying no to forced hijab.
I tried to cover my face. I couldn’t breathe behind that piece of cloth for even a few seconds. A total humiliation. And the Taliban is demanding… pic.twitter.com/UAfAKPoKkI
— Masih Alinejad 🏳️ (@AlinejadMasih) June 10, 2026
From Luana; I’ll put the full text of the top tweet below:
Mohsen Mahdawi is 34 years old.
He first enrolled at Birzeit University in the West Bank in 2008 and studied there for six years. In 2018 he enrolled as an undergraduate at Lehigh University in Pennsylvania. He stayed there until 2021, and never earned a credential despite enrolling as a seventh year senior and being a full time student there for four years. Despite this extremely suspicious academic record, he was admitted as a transfer to Columbia University — a school which rejects over 97% of applicants — where he attended as an undergraduate for another four years.
Columbia’s rules explicitly state that students must be progressing toward an on-time graduation, but they accepted Mahdawi as an eleventh year undergraduate and allowed him to remain a student in good standing even though he was evidently not maintaining a full course load. His student status was a pretext; he was acting as a full-time anti-American, anti-Jewish and pro-terrorism activist. Since he claims to be a Palestinian refugee, it is unclear who was paying his tuition or providing for his rent and expenses in New York City while he was engaged in subverting American institutions.
He finally earned a bachelor’s degree in May 2025 from one of the top five American universities after 17 years as an undergraduate and was accepted to a master’s program at Columbia even though the State Department was already trying to deport him on national security grounds.
Democrats at every level fought hard to keep him in the country.
Let’s not forget that he told two different people that he liked to kill Jews. https://t.co/Cd2WzVfDtp
— daniela (@daniela__127) June 10, 2026
The fall and recovery of the kakapo, the world’s only flightless parrot. I love them, and New Zealand is doing a ton of stuff to save this endangered species:
There are only 236 of them left on Earth. Every single one has a name.
The kākāpō is the world’s heaviest parrot – a mossy green, owl-faced bird the size of a small dog that cannot fly, may live to 90 years, and only breeds every 2 to 4 years when New Zealand’s rimu trees… pic.twitter.com/sP2QDHGiDP
— Sammi🦋 (@StoriesBySammi) June 7, 2026
A World Cup video from the Number Ten cat. I can’t embed it for some reason, but click on the screenshot to go to the video:
Two from my feed. The first is unintentionally hilarious.
In a theater performance of Romeo and Juliet in Russia, at the exact scene where Romeo is dying, Juliet was having an emotional moment by his side.
At that very moment, the theater’s cat entered the stage and went up to Romeo, pulling his hair. Then, looking at Juliete, the cat… pic.twitter.com/hBT9Z3dbPB
— Dailymeow (@Dailymeoww1) June 11, 2026
Brainwashed Gazan children (UNRWA also moves it along in the schools):
Hamas terrorists are arming LITTLE GIRLS IN GAZA and recruiting them to join the terrorist organization.
Where is the world’s outrage? pic.twitter.com/oG407RyVIz
— Vivid.🇮🇱 (@VividProwess) June 11, 2026
One I reposted from The Auschwitz Memorial:
It’s Anne Frank’s birthday, though she died (probably of typhus) when she was 15 or 16. She would be 97 today had she lived. https://t.co/6NJxNakWZ5
— Jerry Coyne (@Evolutionistrue) June 12, 2026
And one from Dr. Cobb, on hols in Switzerland, wonderful and old Chinese “cat contract”. But they forgot the obligatory naps!
18th century "cat contract" (納貓兒契式; based on a Yuan-dynasty original), laying out the cat's duties and responsibilities: tirelessly guarding the grain, repelling the "mousey bandits" (鼠賊), not messing with the livestock, not stealing numnums "of any kind whatsoever" (不得偷盜食諸般).
Duck doings #1: Brood of unnamed duck vanishes the day it came down; miscellaneous stuff
I believe I’ve mentioned before that we’ve lost two broods of ducklings in Botany Pond this year: Vashti’s brood of 7 and then an unnamed duck’s brood of 12. I was in Savannah, Georgia when Vashti’s brood came down on Sunday, April 19, and several people fed her and her brood, though of course the brood doesn’t each much at first because they’re still going on residual egg yolk. There was a storm, and then, on Tuesday, April 21, the brood vanished some time in the afternoon. We don’t know what happened, but I have a good idea based on watching the brood of the second duck (see below).
Here’s the only picture I have on hand of Vashti’s first brood, taken by a member of Team Duck with an iPhone. There were seven; I think one is out of range or behind her.
Nobody saw what happened but she was gone. On May 1, a hen returned to the pond, and she clearly knew me, coming for food on my whistle and consorting with Armon, her spouse, who had patiently abided in the pond the whole time. Bill photos (not shown) matched her with 100% accuracy to the Vashti who left. She’s shown below. As for what happened to the ducklings, well, it’s best not to think of it.
Below: Vashti returned! After about two weeks she re-nested, using exactly the same first-floor nest she had last time. But more on that in a later post.
That was it for a while, and then, on the afternoon of May 22, someone reported a lone duckling on the other side of the building from the pond side where Vashti had nested. I rescued it at great effort with the help of another Team Duck member; the rescue was hard as it ran into a tangle of vines and leaves at the bottom of an adjacent building, but we got it and I took it to the Chicago Bird Collision monitors for rescue, where it would be taken to rehab. It was clearly a newly-hatched duckling, as it still had its “egg tooth.”
Suspecting that it might have fallen out of a nest somewhere on that side of the building, I went back early next morning, and, sure enouogh, I found yet another newly-hatched duckling on the ground near the same spot. I took it upstairs and put it in a box with soft teeshirts near a space heater (they need to be kept warm). I was fairly sure by then that there was a nest up above on the non-pond side of the building, and, sure enough, when I went back, there was a mother duck with about five babies in tow, trying to get to the pond. The problem was that she was trying to go on the north side, which required going up stairs, across a breezeway, and then going down. The ducklings couldn’t jump that high, so I had to shoo the brood around the south side of the building, through the vegetation and a fence, and into the pond.
But wait! There’s more! After the unnamed hen (I’ll call her “UH”) was in the pond, I went back to the spot where I saw her, and, sure enough, there were six more babies milling about, peeping piteously, and looking for mom. Several got stuck in a window well. I got them all, put them in a fly net, and walked them back to the pond. Picking up two at a time, I put them on a rock in the pond. The mother heard their peeping and swam to them immediately. I did this three times until there were eleven ducklings with UH. Then I went back upstairs, got the early-morning straggler, and put it on the rock. Sure enough, UH came back and retrieved that one, too. Now, with mom and all twelve babies together in the pond, I was happy—and quite proud of myself of retrieving them in the morning all by myself (this was at about 6:30-7:30 a.m.).
Here they are (or rather, were). The mother started, as always, giving them the obligatory tour of the pond.
After the circumnavigation I was glad that Mom took them out of the water to dry off, sitting on a rock and then squatting on the ducklings to dry them off and oil them:
I sat on the benches nearby, for several drakes in the pond (I don’t think Armon was one of them) began harassing the brood; they wanted to mate with the mother. She would fly away and then return to the brood—over and over again. Sadly, the harassment continued, and I was there until about 11 a.m. when the mother, followed by her entire brood, walked south through the fence into dense vegetation.
That was the last time I saw them; I didn’t want to go tramping through the bushes and weeds lest I squash somebody or scare them. I was sure they’d return, but they didn’t. (Mom later came back, like Vashti did, and she’s still here, but so far didn’t renest.) Every day for four or five days I would scour the area around the pond, including adjacent buildings near the quad, looking for the brood, but they were gone. Like Vashti’s first brood, it is certain that all the ducklings perished. I was—and still am—heartbroken.
In the next post, which I’ll write in a day or two, I’ll relate how Vashti produced seven eggs, and how with the help of Facilities we devised a scheme to capture the whole family before they could get to the pond and be harassed out of existence. But more on that later. How about some brighter topics now?
Turtles are also a perennial favorite, and we have five red-eared sliders (or rather, four red-eared sliders and one yellow-bellied slider; all are members of two subspecies of the same species, the pond slider Trachemys scripta.) Here are some photos:
Here are all five sunning on a rock; only rarely do we see them all together like this. You can see that one has more melanin than the others; Greg Mayer, who has visited, calls it “Mel”:
More usually we see two, three, or four. Everybody who walks by them stops to look, and many people whip out their phones to take photos:
They are cold-blooded (“poikilothermic”), and so to warm up enough to swim and metabolize, they love to lie in the sun, stretching out their limbs and necks to expose as much of the blood-containing tissue as possible. We call this “turtle yoga”, and I always explain to people by the pond what is going on, as they don’t understand the stretching:
More turtle yoga. Look at those stretches!
Head shots:
But I don’t tend the turtles, save for tossing them an occasional pellet of duck food. I just make sure that nobody bothers them (and believe me, people try). With no ducks to play with, I engage with the three resident squirrels by the Pond, two of which are fairly tame and the other one skittish. The tame one will crawl up my pants to get a nut; I give them entire walnuts in the shell, and roasted unsalted peanuts in the shell (I have to worry about their blood pressure!). Here’s one who climbed on me while I was watching the ducks with binoculars (it’s early in the morning and I’m dishevelled):
The tamest one (I have not given them names):
Look at that adorable face:
That one has, besides being tame enough to know me and crawl up my body, finally allowed me to pet her, which is not something you want to do to a squirrel you don’t know. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! I had to get her (it’s a lactating female) to get used to being touched and now I can gently place my hand on her back while she positions a nut in her mouth:
Saturday, June 6 was graduation day at the University of Chicago. By that time Vashti had been back nesting for about three weeks (I calculated that she began sitting on a new batch of eggs on May 15, but I was off a bit, as you’ll see in the subsequent post.
Entering the Quad from the street:
Marching to the Quad. I didn’t go to graduation, but I didn’t hear of any disruptions this year. Congrats to the grads; it’s a hard slog here!
More on Vashti’s second brood in the next post.
Readers’ wildlife photos
Mark Sturtevant has been kind enough to send the last batch of photos I have, some lovely ones of arthropods. Mark’s captions and IDs are indented, and you can enlarge his photos by clicking on them.
The various arthropods shown here were all photographed from my area in eastern Michigan. Most were taken outdoors where I found them, but a few were staged shots. Let’s begin with spiders.
First up is a species of Hammock Spider, Pityohyphantes sp. These make a small but densely tangled web across leaves and branches in the woods.
Next is an Orchard Orbweaver spider (Leucauge venusta). This is as I found her along a forest trail, but usually they are in their web at an angle where it’s awkward to photograph them. I don’t know what the growths are on the leaf:
The next two pictures are staged focus stacks from the ‘ol dining room table. First is a male Long-jawed Orbweaver (Tetragnatha sp), followed by a slightly older picture of a female for comparison. I favor staged settings for these spiders since they are extremely flighty, and I just don’t have the inclination to lay down in the tick-infested grass near water where they are abundant. What I always say about these very elongate spiders is that their startling appearance is simply because they use their long chelicerae and fangs as delicate chopsticks for handling prey, and they are as harmless to you as a piece of Dandelion fluff. The extra gnarly chelicerae on the male are further modified for mating. During that dangerous time, the pair will grapple face to face with their fangs, and the male uses those upward spurs to hold open the fangs of the female. His very long pedipalps are meanwhile needed to transfer sperm to her genital openings which are waaaay back on her abdomen. This can be seen in the linked picture:
Moving on to insects, next up is an Ichneumon wasp. With the help of iNaturalist, I am inclined to identify this parasitic wasp as Coelichneumon navus:
The common woodland fly in the next picture is possibly a wasp mimic, but it is certainly a predator. It is a species of Robber Fly belonging to the “Laphria canis complex” of very similar species:

The moth shown in the next picture is in the Tiger Moth family (Arctiidae). This is the Isabella Tiger Moth Pyrrharctia isabella, but possibly everyone knows the caterpillar, which is the famous Wooly Bear. The moth came to the porch light one night:
I can’t identify everything, even with the considerable help of AI. All I got for the caterpillar in this picture is that it is some species of “inchworm”, family Geometridae, but I already knew that. The dark puncture mark on the body may mean that it has been parasitized, and if so then it is doomed:
The next picture is a first for me. This is a Pennsylvania Ambush Bug nymph (Phymata pennsylvanica). I have seen high hundreds of adults, which are sit-and-wait predators on flowers and decorated to resemble flower parts. But like my failure to ever see a live Cornish hen (has anyone?), I have never seen a juvenile Ambush bug! I believe that the youngsters stay down low in the foliage:
The insects in the next two pictures are commonly called Red-banded Leafhoppers (Graphocephala coccinea). This species is polymorphic in that some are green and red, and others are a lovely blue and red, as shown with the mating pair. That picture is about 10 years old, but I’ve brought it back for comparison. The picture was taken with my olde camera that had a simple 50mm lens converted to a macro lens with extension tubes. If anyone wants to try out macrophotography, you really don’t need a true macro lens. At least not right away:
The final picture is a species of planthopper that I have not seen for a long time. I call this the “White Derbid”, after its color and its family name Derbidae. The species is Otiocerus coquebertii, and like the other odd -looking members of its family, it may be found by slowly walking along forest trails and peering under the leaves of tree:
Thursday: Hili dialogue
Welcome to Thursday, June 11, 2026, and it’s National German Chocolate Cake Day. From Wikipedia:
German chocolate cake, originally German’s chocolate cake, is a layered chocolate cake filled and topped with a coconut-pecan frosting. Originating in the United States, it was named after English-American chocolate maker Samuel German, who developed a formulation of dark baking chocolate that came to be used in the cake recipe. Sweet baking chocolate is traditionally used for the flavor of the cake, but few recipes call for it today. The filling or topping is a custard made with egg yolks and evaporated milk; once the custard is cooked, coconut and pecans are stirred in.
The earliest known published recipe for this cake appeared in 1956, in the Dallas newspaper The Irving News Record, where it was listed as “Summer German Chocolate Cake”. It was submitted by Daisy Pearce, who obtained the recipe from her daughter, Francis Beth (Montgomery) Tomlinson. It used the “German’s Sweet Chocolate” baking chocolate introduced over a century earlier in 1853 by American baker Samuel German for the Baker’s Chocolate Company of Boston, Massachusetts
Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a slice for breakfast with coffee? Here’s a photo from Wikipedia:

It’s also Corn on the Cob Day, Cousteau Day (Jacques was born on this day in 1910), King Kamehameha Day (a public holiday in Hawaii, so I’m wearing an aloh shirt), and Pizza Margherita Day (it has tomato sauce, basil, mozarella, and olive oil: the colors of the Italian flag).
For King Kamehameha Day; notice the Hawaiian theme, with the official Hawaiian flag in the middle:
We had a terrible storm last night, with, they say, winds up to 80 mph. But it was over soon, and I encountered only one fallen tree on the way to work. Here’s another:
Readers are welcome to mark notable events, births, or deaths on this day by consulting the June 11 Wikipedia page.
Da Nooz:
War news: We struck Iran again.
The U.S. began a fresh wave of attacks on Iran on Wednesday, launching strikes against several targets on President Trump’s orders, the American military said.
The attack came hours after Trump said Iran was “playing us for suckers” because it hadn’t accepted U.S. terms for a nuclear deal. The Pentagon cast the attacks as an act of coercive diplomacy designed to force Iranian concessions at the negotiating table.
“If we need to negotiate with bombs, we’ll negotiate with bombs. And we’re very good at it. Nobody better in the world,” Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth said Wednesday afternoon as he visited the Tampa, Fla., headquarters of U.S. Central Command, which oversees military operations in the Middle East.
Iran responded, launching strikes against Kuwait, Bahrain and Jordan.
U.S. military forces launched attacks on dozens of targets, including air defenses and radar sites near the Strait of Hormuz, said a senior U.S. official. No infrastructure sites were hit, U.S. officials said.
The U.S. military announced the strikes were over around 9 p.m. Eastern time, several hours after they began.
*But Trump is making confusing statements about the U.S. and the war with Iran again. I’ll be brief:
Just a day ago, President Trump said that a peace deal with Iran was imminent. Hours later, the United States and Iran launched new attacks on each other. On Wednesday, Mr. Trump said Iran was taking “too long to negotiate” peace, and later said, “We’re going to hit them hard again today.”
As Mr. Trump alternates between promising peace and threatening to return to full-scale war, neither is happening. Instead, the situation is as bewildering as ever, the two sides seeming to agree on nothing, prolonging the turmoil in the Middle East and leaving it unclear how or when the war will end.
Since a cease-fire was declared two months ago, fire has slowed but not ceased. U.S. and Iranian forces have traded occasional attacks and issued almost daily contradictory claims about blame, the fighting and peace talks.
Mr. Trump had made things no clearer, often contradicting himself about whether a peace deal is at hand, whether large-scale fighting will resume, whether the Iranians are eager to settle, and whether the Strait of Hormuz has been reopened, among other things.
*Amit Segal, in a piece at It’s Noon in Israel called “Capitulation for thee but not for me,” explains why Iran shot down the U.S. helicopter, and gives other details of the latest U.S. attack on Iran.
Donald Trump gave Iran an inch, and they took a mile.
Mere hours after a ceasefire halted the exchange of fire between Iran and Israel, a U.S. helicopter patrolling the coast of Oman was shot down by Iranian forces. Once the intelligence confirmed Iranian guilt, Trump abruptly shifted gears, declaring a U.S. retaliation an absolute “necessity.” It was quite the sudden epiphany. After spending Monday morning demanding Israel turn the other cheek, it took just twelve hours for him to discover that sovereign nations don’t survive by capitulation.
The U.S. carried out a series of strikes on air defense systems, ground control stations, and radar sites near the Strait of Hormuz. In response, the IRGC claimed to have launched strikes on 21 targets at U.S. bases in the region, including sites in Bahrain and Jordan, while Kuwait’s army reported intercepting a separate attack.
But why did Iran target the helicopter in the first place? The answer lies in how Tehran operates on both a strategic and tactical level.
Strategically, the regime clearly has no issue with using military aggression despite the supposed “ceasefire.” Recent statements from senior officials and regime-affiliated media reveal that Tehran believes it is still actively at war. They view military action as a necessary lever to improve their negotiating position and advance broader objectives. Even the supposedly “moderate” Iranian Parliament Speaker, Mohammad Bagher Ghalibaf, bluntly stated that military force and diplomacy are complementary tools—where violence creates favorable conditions on the ground so that diplomats can extract “legal, political and economic achievements” at the table.
Tactically, this strategy manifested directly in the Strait of Hormuz. The U.S. Navy relies on helicopters to intercept Iranian drones and fast-attack craft, opening the possibility of free passage through the vital waterway. By downing a U.S. gunship, Tehran is attempting to deter the U.S. from protecting commercial vessels and forcing the international community to comply with Iran’s maritime protection racket.
The retaliatory American strikes sparked a fierce internal debate in the regime. Behind closed doors, Iranian leadership seriously considered taking out their anger over the U.S. bombardment by launching a strike against Israel.
The IRGC pushed hard for retaliation, but the political echelon balked. The politicians understood that redirecting their fire at Israel could invite an immediate Israeli counterstrike—one they feared wouldn’t stop at air defenses and petrochemical facilities but place their core energy infrastructure in its sights. For the time being, the political echelon’s caution has prevailed, validating the age-old rule of deterrence that Trump only relearned on Monday night: tit for tat.
Iran really has discovered the value of the Strait of Hormuz, and now they’re playing that card as often as they can. Surely Trump will insist as part of any cease-fire deal that free passage be allowed for everyone. It would, it seems, require the U.S. to make a lot of concessions to Iran before that country opens up the Strait again. And remember, nobody has attacked Iran’s oil transport facilities on Kharg Island yet. The U.S. could threaten to do that, for though Kharg flows 90% of Iran’s oil.
*Over at the Free Press, the sensible Haviv Rettig Gur asks “When will the war with Iran end?” (subtitle: “The Iranian regime’s ideology compels it to keep fighting. No deal, no ceasefire, and no American administration changes that.”)
Negotiations between Washington and Tehran are under severe strain, and everyone wants to know: What does Trump actually want?
The honest answer is that it’s hard to tell—and that’s probably by design. Trump has repeatedly feinted toward peace before launching air strikes, and been loudest about escalation precisely when he was about to pull back. For a leader facing an adversary across a negotiating table, unpredictability is a genuine strategic asset. You don’t want your enemy to know where your lines are, when you’ll fold, or how far you’ll go. In that sense, the ambiguity is the point.
But there are signals worth reading. Vice President J.D. Vance and others around Trump are uncomfortable with the conflict—looking for ways to create distance from it, and in some cases, to assign blame for it to Israel. A New York Times story about alleged Israeli espionage on America, sourced to unnamed Pentagon officials, fits that pattern. A meaningful faction in Washington regards the war as a political liability and wants to find an exit.
. . .Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu, for his part, is heading into a close election. A very public rupture with Trump—the kind that costs Netanyahu domestically—is the last thing he needs. But it’s not hard to imagine Trump wanting exactly that—a manufactured rupture to placate part of his base. The Lebanon ceasefire Trump imposed on Israel, after all, actually ceases fire only in Beirut, not in the Hezbollah strongholds of the south. Trump gets the distance he needs, and Netanyahu gets cover for the continued dismantling of Hezbollah infrastructures and capabilities. It’s the kind of transaction that wily politicians make, and these two are nothing if not that.
But now that Trump appears to have bluntly ordered Israel to stand down from a major military response to Iran’s latest missile attack, we must ask: How serious is the rupture? Will it be short and limited, or are we on the cusp of a fundamental strategic divergence?The truth is nobody outside Trump’s inner circle knows whether he is genuinely pivoting away from Israel or just needs to appear that way.
This is a good article, and there’s a lot more to read if you can access it, but here’s Haviv’s conclusion: it’s gonna be a long, tough fight, but he thinks that in the end Iran will be the loser, perhaps with the government even overthrown by the people.
. . . . None of this resolves quickly. If the analogy to the Nasser years holds, we are somewhere in the middle of a confrontation that has already lasted 20 years and may last 20 more. The blows to Iran are accumulating—its nuclear program set back significantly, proxy infrastructure degraded, and direct military capabilities exposed—but the regime’s ideological structure makes it incapable of drawing the conclusions from those blows that a secular or democratic state actor would draw.
What changes the equation, if anything does, is not a deal, not a ceasefire, not an American administration cycling through. It will be the regime’s internal exhaustion and the Iranian people’s eventual ability to force a reckoning with what has been done to their country. That’s a long game, measured in decades, not news cycles.
In the meantime, the battles will continue. Each one looks, from the outside, like a sudden crisis. Each one, from the inside—in Tehran, in Jerusalem, in Beirut—is just the next round of the same long war.
*The distasteful Graham “Totenkopf” Platner, a Democratic Senate candidate whose faults are being massively excused by Democrats (does he bring us “joy”?), won the Democratic primary for one seat in Maine.
Graham Platner, the progressive oyster farmer who toppled Maine’s political establishment even as a series of unsettling revelations about his past rattled his party, won the Democratic nomination for Senate on Tuesday, according to The Associated Press.
Mr. Platner’s victory, long expected after Gov. Janet Mills suspended her campaign in April, puts him in a general-election contest against Senator Susan Collins, a five-term Republican with a history of frustrating Democratic attempts to oust her.
In a victory speech that took aim at Ms. Collins, Mr. Platner declared that his political movement would “take back our power” in November and subsequently enact a raft of progressive legislation, including codifying abortion rights and passing a single-payer health care system known as Medicare for all.
Mr. Platner dismissed the news reports about his past as immaterial to the coming general election.
“In trying to so hard to understand me, they failed to understand that this is not about me at all,” he said. “This is a movement about us, about the far too many working far too hard and struggling far too much.”
The Collins-Platner contest is expected to be one of the most expensive, hardest-fought Senate races in the country, and the stakes could hardly be higher. Maine is the only state with a Republican-held Senate seat on the ballot this year where President Trump lost in 2024. Democrats must flip at least four Republican-held Senate seats in November to win a majority in the chamber.
As I said several times, I am glad I don’t have to vote on this one. And several readers have pointed out that while Collins talks a good game, in the end she usually votes with the other Republican Senators. Although I am not sure how much advantage flipping the Senate will give to Democrats (Trump can still veto anything), I suppose I’d hold my nose and vote for Platner were I a Mainer. But really, is this the best the Democrats can do? Just because someone has a blue-collar background will not guarantee that he’ll be a good Senator.
*There have been several responses to Sam Harris’s piece about why he won’t debate critics of Israel (see here); among them are the expected critical piece by the Jewish Israel hater Peter Beinart, who writes for the NYT, but puts on his Substack “A reply to Sam Harris“, and a reply to Beinart by the Elder of Ziyon, “Sam Harris asked a question. Peter Beinart spent 3,000 words to avoid answering it” (h/t Danny.) And finally there’s the “The moral clarity of Sam Harris” by Frederick Alexander at The Gadfly (h/t Loretta). I’ll give a couple paragraphs to each.
Beinart, whom I’ve always disliked. This is the transcript from a video:
The first thing he claims is that you should understand the conflict in Israel-Palestine as a struggle between a free society, Israel, and jihadism. So, let’s take the first part of that equation: the idea that Israel is a free society. Sam Harris offers no evidence for this. He doesn’t quote any human rights organizations, he doesn’t quote any laws, anything, he just asserts it, ex cathedra: Israel is a free society.
Okay, well, imagine you’re reading that, you’re sitting there in the West Bank. The West Bank has been under Israeli control since 1967. You’re a Palestinian. You’ve lived your entire life without citizenship in the state in which you live. A government that has life and death control over you does not give you the right to vote. You live under military law, with a 99% prosecution rate, even though your Jewish neighbors enjoy full due process as Israeli citizens. You need military permission to travel, even though they can travel freely, and you’re also subject to something called Military Order 101, which says that you need military permission if you want to congregate with 10 or more people for a political purpose, even in a private home. Even in a private home, you can’t congregate for a political purpose with 10 or more people without military permission. This is what Sam Harris says, without any evidence, he describes as a free society. I suspect for that West Bank Palestinian, it doesn’t feel all that free.
The second part is the idea that you can understand Palestinians and Palestinian politics in the Israel-Palestinian conflict through the prism of jihadism. This is what Sam Harris writes. ‘The problem in the Middle East’—actually not just Israel-Palestine, the entire Middle East—’is not, and never has been the existence of the state of Israel. The problem is jihadism, Islamism, Islamic extremism, Islamofascism, militant Islam, or whatever words you want to describe the belligerence and triumphal lunacy of those who take the most pernicious doctrines of Islam too seriously.’
So, for Sam Harris, Muslims and Palestinians are synonymous, and the problem is that too many of those Muslims are jihadis. There’s no evidence that Sam Harris has ever heard of a guy named George Habash, for instance. George Habash, the leader of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine, one of the most radical Palestinian organizations in the 1970s. It was responsible for some of the most spectacular and terrible acts of violence, of armed resistance, including against civilians.
. . . And this idea that Sam Harris has, that it was antisemitic to start calling for a ceasefire, and criticizing Israel’s attack, assault on Gaza on October 8th, October 9th, right, evidently forgets the fact that we had a pretty good idea, as early as October 8th and 9th, that Israel’s response in Gaza was going to be absolutely horrifying, right? I don’t know, again, if Sam Harris is familiar with this quote from Israeli Defense Minister Yoav Gallant, where he says, there will be no electricity, no food, no fuel, everything is closed. We are fighting human animals, and we are acting accordingly, right? This is one of the things cited by the International Criminal Court in indicting Yoav Galant.
Beinart uses one quote, made in a hot moment, to say that we knew how Israel would respond to Hamas’s attack. Of course Sam knows that quote, but it was useless for prediction. I blame the damage in Gaza to Hamas’s tactics.
The Elder of Ziyon (read for free):
Recently, Sam Harris wrote an essay, “Why I won’t Debate Critics of Israel,” which has been widely cited and quoted. It boils down to one question: What would each side do if it had the power to do whatever it wanted? If Hamas had that power, it would carry out a genuine genocide, a project it has announced repeatedly and acted on when it could. If Israel had it, the war would already be over. Harris said the histories are irreconcilable and that no amount of relitigating 1948 will change what the two populations want and are willing to die for today, so the only honest test is the one applied to the present.
Peter Beinart’s reply runs almost three thousand words and never answers the main question. That omission is the whole story.
Beinart is a careful writer who knows exactly what Harris asked, and he declines to engage it because the answer cuts against him: Palestinians want the Jewish state destroyed, full stop. This applies to Muslims and Christians, religious and secular. Every poll shows that Palestinians overwhelmingly support specific terror attacks against Jews. Beinart cannot answer Harris’ question because he knows Harris is right.
Instead, Beinart reopens every historical and legal sub-debate Harris specifically set aside, then frames Harris’s refusal to be dragged backward as intellectual cowardice. Harris declined to argue the past because the present is dispositive. Beinart spends three thousand words proving him right by refusing to discuss the present at all.
And from Alexander’s piece (with a bonus video):
Long before progressive ideology had trained polite society to treat moral clarity as indecent, Harris understood that liberalism cannot survive without the ability to criticise dogma. The left had been explaining away extremism since Salman Rushdie went into hiding for writing a novel, but 9/11 ushered in a remarkable new settlement on the part of the cultural and political establishment. Islam, we were told, was somehow deserving of special exemptions from scrutiny. We learned that criticism of Islam as a set of ideas was equivalent to hatred of Muslims.
To see that moral confusion play out, we can turn to a fascinating cultural artefact: the exchange between Ben Affleck and Harris on Real Time with Bill Maher.
Note that Nicholas Kristof makes a few points to add to the moral confusion. He will defend the ideas of Islam down to the wire:
Affleck, standing in for polite society everywhere, simply cannot compute the moral logic Harris is offering. All he’s got is indignation. All he hears is bigotry because he’s soaked up the relentless messaging that honest discussion of political Islam is somehow a form of racism, even though Islam is obviously not a race but a set of ideas. “It’s gross, it’s racist”, says Affleck, echoing a sentiment an entire class has marinated in for a quarter of a century. Affleck isn’t stupid, by the way, nor do I think he’s dishonest. He’s just confused somewhere between becoming Batman and performing the duties of a conscientious Hollywood liberal. Like so many well-intentioned and busy people, he’s absorbed something from the surrounding noise, the way some people pick up an accent. The real dishonesty belongs to the people who feed it to him – the ones who know it’s a category error and reach for it anyway, because admitting it would lose them the argument. Such has been the political culture of our time, with truth a secondary consideration to the demands of the tribe.
. . .Which brings me finally to Israel and why I’m writing this piece today. In a recent essay, Harris wrote about an issue that has convulsed the culture in a way that has brought together every terrible idea of the modern era: moral relativism, anti-Western masochism, Jew-hatred, TikTok geopolitics, luxury-belief activism, and endless victimism.
Against this noise, Harris presents a simple test. What would each side in the Israel-Palestine conflict do with absolute power? If Israel laid down its weapons, what would happen to the Jews? If Hamas and its supporters laid down their arms, what would happen to the Palestinians?
It’s a clarifying question, which is exactly why it attracts a particular kind of clever objection. [Alexander quotes Andrew Sullivan’s critique.]
. . .The fact is, we know exactly what Hamas and its enablers would do because they’ve been telling us since their founding charter of 1988. Israel, on the other hand, contains within it the possibility of coexistence because it has already subscribed to the liberal project. The population of Israel is roughly 18% Muslim (in Britain, it’s roughly 6.5%), and some of those occupy civic positions; some are even judges. It’s not perfect, but it’s held to a standard demanded of no other country, a point completely lost on the critics who hold it there.
The evils of October 7 were so painfully, desperately obvious to me that I just assumed all rational, decent people would readily accept what happened, would look at the footage Hamas gleefully produced for us, and show immediate and unwavering concern for the people of Israel. When those things didn’t happen, or came with terms and conditions, I couldn’t quite believe it. And yet of course this is exactly how it would turn out.
. . . In the end, this is why Sam Harris matters. He’s maddening at times and occasionally gets stuck on repeat. But he’s not a performer. He’s the antithesis of those commentators for whom the issues of our day are just raw material for the attention economy – the Tucker Carlsons and Hasan Pikers of the new media landscape – rather than questions of genuine moral seriousness. He never surrenders to his audience, and anyone who’s been listening to him these last two decades, as I have, knows he would adjust his position the moment the evidence pointed him in a different direction. He has that rarest of traits in public life, the one no price can be put on: a commitment to intellectual honesty.
Amen. You can be intellectually honest, or you can be an apologist for bad ideas held by Muslims, as are Kristof and Affleck in the classic exchange above.
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili doesn’t want Szaron drinking from the upstairs dog’s bowl. When I asked Andrzej why, he responded, “I don’t know. Hili is drinking from this bowl. But she chased Szaron away fom it.” Cats!
Andrzej: What are you doing?
Hili: Making sure Szaron isn’t drinking water from the dog’s bowl.
In Polish:
Ja: Co robisz?
Hili: Pilnuję, żeby Szaron nie pił wody z psiej miski
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From CinEmma:
From Terrible Maps:

From Meow Incorporated:
From Richard Dawkins. I think he’s confusing “terror” with “ideologically-based terrorism“, though:
https://t.co/j58CYkil13
Man attempts to behead another man in the street.“No evidence of terror at this stage, say police”
If that isn’t terror, what is? How much more terrifying does it need to be to qualify as terror?
— Richard Dawkins (@RichardDawkins) June 9, 2026
From Emma on class:
Twenty years ago, I went to dinner in a “smart” restaurant with a woman who wore faded jeans, trainers, a Fido Dido T-shirt covered in dog hair and diamond earrings.
She cut her food up then fork switched 😮
She didn’t need to signal class or wealth. It oozed off her… https://t.co/Hm5ZiSjFWy
— Emma Hilton (@FondOfBeetles) June 7, 2026
From Bryan, who didn’t get this and had to look it up. I got it, but it’s because I’d seen a similar one before (not with humans, though):
Took me a while 🤣 pic.twitter.com/8W8LAm0hDc
— Dad Jokes (@Dadsaysjokes) June 9, 2026
The Number Ten Cat has a trenchant comment on the World Cup:
Note to America: The World is a necessary component of a World Cup https://t.co/WXbSWOwuDX
— Larry the Cat (@Number10cat) June 9, 2026
I’m sure I posted this before but it’s so good I had to post it again:
This woman was recording a vocal performance when her cat interrupted, stepped in front of the camera, and started singing in the exact same tone like, ‘Don’t forget who’s the real star here.’ pic.twitter.com/GFoRavsOtD
— Puspa (@mutyapuspa) June 9, 2026
360° vision!
The chameleon’s eyes provide 360-degree vision due to their unique anatomy and the ability to switch between monocular and binocular vision pic.twitter.com/tgdjhfZvEg
— Nature Unedited (@NatureUnedited) June 10, 2026
One I reposted from The Auschwitz Memorial:
This Hungarian Jewish girl was gassed as soon as she arrived in Auschwitz. She was about 7 years old, and would be 89 today had she lived.
— Jerry Coyne (@evolutionistrue.bsky.social) 2026-06-11T13:15:09.847Z
And one from Dr. Cobb, who’s on hols. He took this one in Paris:
Fawn taking a selfie
— Matthew Cobb (@matthewcobb.bsky.social) 2026-06-09T12:55:39.652Z




























































