Lazy Sunday CCCLXXXII: First Week of Spring

Spring is springing and sprunging, and here are some recent posts that seem fitting for this new season:

Happy Spring!

—TPP

SubscribeStar Saturday: The Unbearable Burden of Modern Women

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Consider every broad claim about men and women in this post to contain the qualifier, “in general.”  Obviously, “Not All Women/Men Are Like That.”  That’s why these are generalities.  I’m sure you’re the exception to these general rules/statements, dear reader.  —TPP

Women in the modern West have it hard, maybe even harder than men.

No, I haven’t suddenly become a cuck or a simp or whipped or anything like that.  Regular readers know that I believe men in the modern West have it pretty hard, too.  There’s a widening gulf between men and women that is demoralizing and sad, and threatens our very civilization.  After all, if we don’t get together, we’re not going to have children, and the future belongs to those who show up for it.

But as much as women do (and probably should) catch the blame for our present ills, they are themselves victims of those ills.  The systemic and social forces that have dominated the West since at least the First World War place tremendous strain on women.

Consider:  women are hardwired to crave social unity.  If every piece of media, every piece of pop culture, every piece of advertising, every piece of celebrity news, every piece of mommy blog “wisdom” is shouting the same messages, it’s incredible hard to resist, even for men.  For women, it requires a truly herculean effort to overcome, and they are (in general) not programmed to handle it.

Living in the American South, the counterexample is true:  in a social and cultural environment that encourages a more traditional and a more (at least nominally) Protestant Christian viewpoint, women are (overall) more traditionally, Protestant Christian.  Unfortunately, even down here we’re seeing the influence of the broader American culture, which is implicitly progressive and transgressive in its social mores.  Women might be more reluctant to “shout their abortion” because there’s a strong social and religious stigma against infanticide (as their should be), but they’re still happening, albeit illegally.

Obviously, the Truth is the Truth, and that comes from Christ.  For men, it’s easier to follow through the logical consequences of one’s actions, both because we’re wired this way and because we have to face real consequences for our actions.  We also reason more linearly, and are (generally) better at compartmentalizing.  Our brains are organized in boxes.  Getting to the Truth is a spiritual experience, yes, and it is full of emotion, but it’s also often a matter of following the breadcrumbs in a logical sequence.

Women’s minds, on the other hand, are piles of rational and irrational thoughts blobbing about in an amorphous stew.  I suspect the reason women like their homes and work spaces so tidy and so decorated is because it allows them to exercise some external order and control (and similarly why men can tolerate disorganization or messiness a bit better).  Women’s judgments are often based on intuition and “vibes” more than following a sequential trail of logic.  Further, their judgments are socially reinforced by other women—and women do so viciously.  Having worked in education—a female-dominated field—for so long, believe me, women are incredibly vindictive with each other.

To be clear, I’m not denouncing this way of thinking, or implying (intentionally or otherwise) that it’s inferior to the way men think.  It’s merely different.  And, of course, the obvious disclaimers:  women can think rationally; women can control their emotions; women can understand moral concepts like “right” and “wrong.”  However, it’s easy to see why women depend so much on the external validation of social uniformity and cohesion relative to men.

In that context, women have it very hard compared to men, and it likely accounts for the wild drift to the Left among women, while men move further to the Right.  Leftism runs on emotions and collectivism; the Right runs on protection (against physical and moral threats) and reason.  Women allocate the resources that men (traditionally) earn; in the absence of healthy marriages, women reallocate government resources (which are really taxes it has stripped from its citizens) to fulfill the nurturing role.  Thus we see the bizarre, misplaced toxic empathy of the Left.

The advantages of being a man in any system or society are clear:  you’re not as worried about agreeableness, so you don’t mind challenging the system as much; you’re more able to put aside your emotions to look at the second, third, and fourth order consequences of a decision; and you’re better equipped to buck trends that are wicked or, at best, ill-advised.

To be clear, as a conservative Christian man who possesses some of these qualities, I struggle mightily to stay on the straight and narrow.  Indeed, my mind certainly possesses feminine elements (like the bleeding together of my compartments into a more chaotic-but-vibrant slurry).  Being an elder Millennial who came of age during the high point of “Nice Guy, Be Yourself” social programming, and having dated many women before finally marrying Dr. Wife, I experienced a taste of the female mind first-hand.

How much harder, then, is it for women who lack a religious foundation and a social network to reinforce it to stay the course?

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close up of a crow calling outdoors

Phone it in Friday CXXVI: YouTube Roundup CLXXXVII: For Whom the Crow Caws

This week I’ve had an unenviable but easy duty:  morning gym carline.  It basically involves arriving very early to campus and standing in the cold while the handful of students who park at the gym make their way into school.

I’m not clear what the purpose of the duty is other than to have a witness on the scene should two teenage drivers end up in a fender-bender (of devolve into early morning fisticuffs, but these  kids are too sluggish that early to devolve into anything other than sleepy sluggards).  I suspect it’s more about the optics—“we have people watching your kids!”—than anything else.

Regardless, it’s not hard.  What is hard is getting up that extra fifteen or twenty minutes earlier to make it to the duty in time.  That doesn’t seem like much, but anyone who has ever woken up even slightly earlier than normal will recognize the herculean effort required.

Now that I’m in the new house, my morning commute has tripled in length.  What was once a relaxed, fifteen-minute drive is now a relaxed forty-five-minute drive.  Ergo, yours portly must force his doughy, weary form out of the bed quite early.

That’s all the tedious build-up to this very simple video.  On Monday morning a massive crow alighted atop a nearby lamppost while I kept my lonely vigil.  It seemed as though he were joining me for this duty, fulfilling alongside his human companion the responsibilities of monitoring the children as they arrived to the back parking lot.

He also had a fantastic “caw”; give it a listen here:

I know for whom the crow caws.  He caws for thee!

Happy Friday!

—TPP

TBT^256: The Joy of Spring

Spring has sprung, and we had a gloriously toasty weekend in South Carolina.  Then temperatures plummeted again, so who knows what’s going on.

Of course, spring is a time of renewal and rebirth.  It’s a fitting season for Easter, which is coming up quite soon.  Dr. Wife has been wearing beautiful floral dresses to church and for the various family get-togethers we’ve been and will be attending, and I’m making the slow transition from long-sleeve button-ups to breathable polos.

The koi are also far more lively now that temperatures are rising.  We’ve had great fun catching glimpses of them, and I think we have at least nine or ten.  I’ve seen a few of the rosy red minnows, too.

Let’s hope the weather stays warm but not humid for awhile longer.  Spring in South Carolina really only lasts for about two weeks in April (even in March we get snatches of winter again) before it gets hot and sticky, and it stays that way until at least November.  I’ll be dreaming of autumn soon enough.

With that, here is 20 March 2025’s “TBT^16: The Joy of Spring“:

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Guest Post: Sudo Nonym’s “The Man from Historical Accuracy” – Chapter 6

Today is the last day of a special sale of short stories and short story collections over at Based Book Sale, and yours portly’s collection of absurdist detective stories is in the sale.  Normally I’d link directly to The One-Minute Mysteries of Inspector Gerard: The Ultimate Flatfoot, but I’d recommend purchasing it through the sale’s link so they can track sales figures accurately.  Regardless, the eBook/Kindle version is just $0.99 from now through midnight PST on tonight (Wednesday, 25 March 2026).  —TPP

The English writer Sudo Nonym, a regular over at Free Speech Backlash, sent yours portly a treasure-trove of fiction stories for readers here to enjoy.  Many of these stories have already run at FSB, but Tom, the proprietor over there, is cool about cross-posting and republishing, and I’m never one to say no to intriguing content—especially when someone else has done 90% of the work for me!

Also, he has two eBooks on Amazon (that’s an Amazon Affiliate link; I receive a portion of any purchases made through that link at no additional cost to you—TPP)!

But I digress.  Today’s story is the final chapter of a longer piece, The Man from Historical Accuracy.  The premise is simple:  a bureaucratic agency, Historical Accuracy, tweaks history to keep things trucking along as they should.

If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can find them here:

With that, here’s the riveting conclusion to The Man from Historical Accuracy:

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New Music Tuesday IX: “Koi Chorale”

Sometimes as an artist you create something that seems to stand apart from your other works.  I’ll be the first to admit that some of the pieces I write are exercises in composing and musical experiments that don’t always succeed.  Implicit to the concept of New Music Tuesday is the chance to workshop pieces and to see what catches attention.  Some pieces seem to have their brief moment and then fade away, to the point that even I start to forget about them.  Others, however, leave an impression.

Sometimes what starts as a musical exercise in form and restraint can lead to stunning results.  Like poetry, restraint and structure and rules make the work better, not worse.  Consider all of the free poetry you’ve heard or read.  How much of it can you remember?  But everyone remembers Robert Frost’s poems.

I’m not comparing today’s piece to the poetry of Robert Frost.  I did, however, follow a (somewhat) strict set of internal rules when composing it.  I never could wrap my head around formal counterpoint (although I was eighteen when I last tried, in an introductory music theory class at the University of South Carolina), but most of my chorales follow a set of self-imposed rules.

For example, the Oboe 1 part consists (until the sixth and seventh measures) of a whole note tied across the bar line to a half note, followed by a half note tied to a whole note.  The Oboe 2 part follows the same pattern except in the first and seventh measures (each phrase is seven measures).  Both parts must be stepwise in their motion.

I can’t remember off the top of my head what rules I imposed on the Bassoon 1 and 2 parts.  They’re slightly different but follow a similar pattern.  By forcing myself to stick (mostly) with these parameters, I ended up with some truly beautiful moments of dissonance and consonance.  I especially love when the Bassoon 2 part—the final part to appear—enters in on the third time through the form.  It enters on a haunting seventh interval interval, and it was fun bending it slowly towards a rich, four-part triad.

The piece starts with Oboe 1 and 2 playing through seven measures.  Bassoon 1 joins on the second time through the seven-measure form; Bassoon 2 joins on the final section.  Naturally, I had to add an “Amen” sequence.

With that, here is the double reed quartet chorale “Koi Chorale”:

Here’s the original manuscript, which just has the two oboe parts; note the mistake I made in the top line, which—because I wanted to stick to the rules—ended up changing the melodic line of the piece:

I may go back and try a different set of rules with that Oboe 1 part to see what I’d originally written sounds like.

Regardless, I am really pleased with how this piece comes out.  My former neighbor, Across the Field Jerry, told me that it reminds him of the organ preludes at his old Lutheran Church.  That made me happy—I love it when reeds, even digital ones, blend so well that they create an organ-like sound.

I added a “Cathedral” preset reverb effect and applied a mastering preset in Audacity to the track.  The cool video effect is called “Vaporwave,” and is a preset effect in the YouTube Create app.  The images were compiled in the iPhone version of iMovie, and come from our koi pond.

I had fun making the cover art (as always, in MS Paint Classic—ha!); I suppose I should have made it four fish:

The koi pictured is Cobbler, our blue koi.  He is a big boy, and when it’s warm out, he loves to skim the surface of the pond looking for food.  I thought his mouth looked like a fishy chorister:

What do you think of this little piece?  Do you prefer writers, composers, etc., adhere to a set of rules and structure when creating, or do you appreciate less stringent creativity?  Let me know!

Happy Listening!

—TPP

Pulp Brainstorming with WordPress AI

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On Saturday I wrote at length about my idea for a physical, portable, monthly (now, after some feedback, likely quarterly) publication packed with fast-paced, pulp-style fiction for readers who are hungry to read short stories but don’t want to do so on a screen.  I suspect there is a significant niche audience for this kind of publication, and it dovetails with my calls for conservatives to support like-minded authors.  In an age of AI and online publishing, there is a segment of the population that craves authenticity and good storytelling.

Paradoxically, I turned to AI to begin brainstorming this idea.  Regular readers will know that I am an AI-skeptic.  I believe some aspects of AI are corrosive to creativity, such as doing actual writing (and, therefore, thinking) for humans; however, AI is hugely useful as a sounding board to conceptualize an idea.  That is especially useful when an AI inspires real-world human creativity, and I think it can be powerful as an aid to human creativity, so long as we don’t make it a replacement for it.

That said, WordPress.com has their own AI-powered website builder, and I’ve been looking for an excuse to play around with it.  I was initially torn about the ethics of creating a website using WordPress AI, but the way I look at it is that WordPress is offering a series of text-based prompts to create a website using tools that are readily available to WordPress.com users; it’s just offering up choices to users that they might not realize are native to WordPress.com.

In essence, the AI isn’t creating the website instead of the user, but is responding to the user’s prompts to design a website with the user.  Ultimately, the final product is the result of substantial user input.

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Lazy Sunday CCCLXXXI: Kulturkampf

The Based Book Sale‘s short stories niche sale is still in full swing!  You can pick up The One-Minute Mysteries of Inspector Gerard: The Ultimate Flatfoot—and a lot of other great books!—for just $0.99.

The sale really got my creative juices flowing about the need to nurture, cultivate, 

Who are some conservative creators you’d recommend, dear readers?  Leave a comment and let me know!

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

SubscribeStar Saturday: Pulp Magazine?

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One morning while driving into work I started thinking about short stories.  The Based Book Sale is running a sale on short stories and short story collections this week.  My book The One-Minute Mysteries of Inspector Gerard: The Ultimate Flatfoot is one of the collections in the sale, and I’ve purchased a couple of works from other authors (and will likely buy more).  $0.99 for a Kindle eBook is excellent.

Here’s the problem:  I don’t like reading anything over about 2000 words on a screen.  I will, but if I have the option to purchase a $10 paperback over an eBook, I almost always will, unless the work is fairly short and I can read it on the toilet (lol).  I don’t have a Kindle device, which might make the reading experience more pleasant, but I suspect I am a physical media man when it comes to long-form writing (a bit of an irony, considering I write almost exclusively for an online audience).

That got me thinking:  what if I created a fifty-page monthly fiction magazine in the spirit of the old pulps?  Something about 4″x6″ that could be carried in a bag or a large pocket, packed with short stories of various genres from up-and-coming authors?

Further, what if I paid those authors decent money, not just “exposure”—$50 at least per story, and preferably $100.  I could always toss in some stories of my own to keep my costs down, and it would be printed very cheaply on pulp-grade paper, probably entirely in black and white.  I’d commission artists to design the covers, which would be eye-catching (and possibly in color).  Then I’d mail copies to paid subscribers and distribute others through independent bookstores, comic bookstores, etc., on a consignment basis.

I asked Microsoft’s AI, CoPilot, how feasible it would be, and its answer surprised me.

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Phone it in Friday CXXV: YouTube Roundup CLXXXVI: Randall Taters (ECU)

Just a reminder that everything is still 90% off with promo code moving at my Bandcamp page.

Also, buy my collection of absurdist detective stories for just $0.99!

I thought that Eggcraticus, the egg-devouring supervillain, would be a duology.  How foolish I was—how could I deny the people more steamy Eggcraticus content?

But sometimes our favorite supervillains need a bit of a break.  Too much exposure to the cardboard terror of Eggcraticus might—gasp!—diminish his stature.

How, then, does one take a beloved character and expand upon his universe?

Simple—introduce his cool cousin from out-of-town:  Randall Taters.

With that, here’s more from the Eggcraticus Cinematic Universe (ECU) with its hottest new character:

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