A 2025 calendar, free

Free: a 2025 calendar, in large legible Gill Sans, licorice and cayenne (as Apple would have it), three months per page. The calendar includes all the days, weeks, and months of the year, with days painstakingly distributed across weeks and weeks painstakingly distributed across months. It’s artisanal!

Minimal holiday markings: New Year’s Day, MLK Day, Juneteenth, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.

I’ve been making calendars with the Mac app Pages and tables since late 2009, when the idea of outfitting the house with Field Notes calendars felt unjustifiable.

You can download here (via Google Drive): a 2025 calendar.

[Link now fixed.]

More about Calkins

Two responses to Helen Lewis’s Atlantic article, “How Lucy Calkins Became the Face of America’s Reading Crisis”:

From Mark Seindenberg, cognitive scientist, neuroscientist, and psycholinguist, “Calkins Redux.” An excerpt:

Calkins is not the “scapegoat” for America’s failure to adequately teach reading. As the author of a popular but deeply flawed curriculum and a “thought leader” who cultivated a large, uncritical following, she contributed to those failures. She wasn’t alone, but she was enormously influential and an obstacle to change.

(With a link to an earlier piece: “This Is Why We Don't Have Better Readers: Response to Lucy Calkins.”)

And from Natalie Wexler, education writer, “Is Lucy Calkins a ‘Scapegoat’ for America's Reading Crisis?” An excerpt:

It’s hard — maybe impossible — to acknowledge that your life’s work, which you’ve seen as an idealistic endeavor on behalf of children, has actually prevented untold numbers of kids from realizing their true potential.

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T SIDE and WEST SID

[591-593, 610-12 Something, Manhattan, c. 1939–1941. From the NYC Municipal Archives Collections. Click either image for a much larger view.]

I chose these photographs for the signage and for the fellow who appears to be iceskating his way into the frame. The 1940s.nyc website shows both locations on West Street, with nothing nearby that would make them identifiable. The Municipal Archives have nothing for these street numbers. The 1940 Manhattan telephone directory has nothing. Several sources in Google Books from the later 1940s give 801 Greenwich Street as an address for West Side Iron Works — perhaps that was a later address. Without placards showing block and lot numbers for these locations, I give up. As did, it would seem, the keepers of the signage.

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No TV news, then and now

I just rediscovered a post that I wrote on December 13, 2016: No TV news. At that point our household had gone thirty-five days with no TV news, save for one PBS NewsHour episode that paid tribute to Gewn Ifill. Now it’s been ten days with no TV news, save for one episode of the NBC Nightly News, when the whale-cutter’s nomination drew me back. Did I learn anything more from that “half-hour” than I already knew from reading words? No.

[Minus the commercials, I think it’s about twenty-two minutes. I’m watching The Late Show for comic relief, but I don’t consider that show to be “news.”]

Today’s Saturday Stumper

Today’s Newsday  Saturday Stumper is by Stan Newman, constructing as Lester Ruff. A very satisfying Stumper, and even if less rough, it still took me half an hour. Starting point: 9-D, three letters, “Coleridge’s ‘Poor little foal of an oppressed race.’” For me, a giveaway. The toughest part of the puzzle: the upper left corner.

Some clue-and-answer pairs of note:

1-A, eight letters, “Bowling center facility.” I’m amused by center — where I come from it was alley. And I’m amused by the answer, which I hadn’t thought of or heard, in any context, in a long time. It takes me back to my life as a part-time housewares-department employee during college.

2-D, five letters, “Middle of anything.” Weird but dictionarily accurate. And speaking of weird, I’ve decided to regard dictionarily as a word, even if the OED doesn’t.

4-D, four letters, “Schedule fillers.” ETAS? TBAS?

13-D, nine letters, “Brady-era image.” For me, a novel answer.

24-A, seven letters, “Goddess on the Medal of Honor.” Huh.

31-A, seven letters, “’What makes human progress possible,’ per FDR.” I like that, though reading The Power Broker makes me more disappointed in FDR than I would have expected.

33-D, nine letters, “In which krucvorto is ‘crossword.’” That word looks so unlikely — I thought it had to be what it turned out to be.

44-A, eight letters, “Pair of bumblers.” Silly.

47-A, seven letters, “They buy nasal dilators.” And sometimes even use them.

54-D, four letters, “What Meet the Beatles could be bought in.” Yes!

55-A, six letters, “Male name with two male name anagrams.” Just strange.

58-A, eight letters, “Poker variety named for its sinuous card shifting.” No idea yet what this means.

60-D, three letters, “Beverage or bus alternative.” I’m getting used to this kind of thing.

My favorite in this puzzle: 7-D, seven letters, “DMV, somewhat controversially.” It’s been years since I last entered a bowling center, but this clue is right up my alley.

No spoilers; the answers are in the comments.

Burton Fine (1930–2024)

Elaine’s father Burton Fine died last night in Newton, Massachusetts. She wrote about him this morning.

“Turning Off the News”

From The Borowitz Report, “Turning Off the News”:

I’m not a neuroscientist like George Santos, but in my experience, turning off the news is good for your mental health. And you’ll have more time for things you actually enjoy. Read a novel. See a friend. Walk your dog. Which is what I’m going to do right now.

I don’t have a dog. But I’m still going to go for a walk. Now.

Andy Borowitz recommends news via BBC Sounds.

A pocket notebook sighting

[From Kansas City Confidential (dir. Phil Karlson, 1952). Click any image for a larger view, and notice the ghost letters.]

Look: he’s Mr. Big (Preston Foster), criminal mastermind, schemer of a surefire thing, and he can use that address book however he wants, see? He can write last names beginning with H, R, and K all on the tabbed A page, and he can write them out of alphabetical order if he wants. Who cares about tabs and alphabets? He can even erase the first of those names if he don’t like the way it came out, and then he can write it again — in block capitals. He’s Mr. Big, and what you call an address book — that’s just a notebook in his hands.

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As a reader points out, there’s also an EXchange name. I should have called attention to it. Thanks, Joe.

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"Think good thoughts"

[Mutts, November 15, 2024.]

Thank you, Earl.

Today’s Mutts goes well with these words from Ana Marie Cox:

The work of the anti-Trump coalition now is to expand our ability to take in data — especially data that’s uncomfortable — and to broaden our emotional range beyond pain, sorrow, regret, and fear. If we don’t seek out pleasure, comfort, companionship, and laughter, numbness becomes our only protection. And fascism thrives when we are dead inside.

And like Earl, Cox suggests that we think.

Spinning

From the news: “another head-turning personnel pick.”

No. Make that “another head-spinning personnel pick.”

That would be RFK Jr. He got me back to televised news, which I hadn’t watched since election night.

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