How do nonprofits that promise to discriminate get federal money?

A Florida senator whom I wish would retire writes about federal tax dollars being funneled to Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festival in western Maskachusetts (I was there once, part of being a houseguest of some Democrats who have a $2 million lake house nearby and who subscribe):

My response to our elderly senator:

The organization’s December 2024 web page proudly describes the federal funds recipient policies of discrimination that is contrary to the 14th Amendment’s guarantee of Equal Protection. Here are just some of the ways that they promise to discriminate based on race and gender ID:

  • Prioritization of BIPOC Vendors: Conduct focused research and expand the use of BIPOC-owned vendors
  • 83% of the 2024 episodes in our monthly “PillowVoices: Dance Through Time” podcast featured BIPOC artists, and 100% featured women.
  • All of Jacob’s Pillow Dance Interactive playlists featured BIPOC and women artists.
  • off-campus and on-campus programming for low-income, BIPOC Berkshire residents.

How can government money be used to fund activities that should be illegal and unconstitutional if the government itself did it? (I guess we have had government-run race- and sex-discrimination in contracting, with set-asides for women- and minority-owned businesses, but I have never figured out how that is Constitutional.) I have never been able to get a straight answer from any of my lawyer friends as to how the government can operate and fund race discrimination without first repealing the 14th Amendment.

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Regina Gittes Greenspun Eulogy

It’s been a year since my mother died (obituary). From the October 5, 2025 placement of ashes.

Kel Maleh Rachamim

O God, full of compassion, Thou who dwellest on high! Grant perfect rest beneath the sheltering wings of Thy presence, among the holy and pure who shine as the brightness on the heavens, unto the soul of Regina the daughter of Daniel and Cecile who has gone unto eternity, and in whose memory charity is offered. May her repose be in paradise. May the Lord of Mercy bring her under the cover of His wings forever, and may her soul be bound up in the bond of eternal life. May the Lord be her possession, and may she rest in peace. Amen.

Memory from Nephew Doug Frankel

Why was I lucky to be the nephew of Regina?

Because to me she was vacations. And adventure.  And culture.  And art.  And laughter.  To me she was an anchor, a homebase, and a challenge not to be lazy. When she did art, she didn’t just do it for herself, she did it for countless kids, inspiring them as an example and as a teacher and as a cheerleader. 

My mom and dad and little sis and I regularly hit the road for Bethesda, to Aunt Jean’s house, which felt like a second home because she made it that way.  It was a place I could overeat and oversleep and listen to conversations that were way over my head.  When her kids applied to schools, it seemed like they were aiming for Harvard and MIT, at the very very least, unless they could do better. 

I had so much ice cream with Regina over the years, it felt fitting that when we came to see her in Jupiter, Florida, we all went out for ice cream and it was great.  A truly good time.  Regina was always there for me and that meant the world.  And I know she meant the world to my mom, who never stopped bragging about her sister.  She said “You know, our house was one of the biggest in the whole neighborhood.  We had a lot of floors and a lot of bedrooms.  But we picked the smallest room on the highest floor, and we shared it.  Because that’s the way we liked it.  We always wanted to be together.  Jean is a wonderful sister.”  We will miss you Aunt Jean.  

Eulogy

Jewish tradition requires that a formal eulogy be delivered.

Regina exerted tremendous energy throughout her life in bringing and keeping family and friends together. She traveled from her home in Bethesda to New York, Boston, California, Florida, Egypt, Switzerland, France, and Mallorca for family reunions, visits to grandchildren, college reunions.

Regina was a diligent scholar and helped imbue her children with the values of reading, preparation, and on-time delivery of schoolwork. Regina showed us by example how to welcome friends and neighbors into a home. Regina showed us by example how to balance the roles of individual, spouse, and parent, never spending so much time on one role that she neglected the other two. She loved, appreciated, and supported fine art, literature, performance art, classical music.

Regina was always ready to explore new areas. She visited China, India, and Southeast Asia, for example, while her husband preferred the comforts of familiar destinations. Regina learned to play pinball and pool at age 90 from her grandsons. Regina was the one who said that it was time to move into a senior community where it would be easier to socialize while our father Nat would have stayed in our Glen Echo house from inertia.

Regina was patient and never succumbed to the distractions of the Internet and cable TV. She would go with me to the Palm Beach County Public Library in Jupiter and pick out a stack of large print books and then read them from cover to cover.

Regina was generous with her time and money. She taught at Washington Hebrew Congregation every weekend for many years. She taught art to grandchildren and any other children who happened to be around. She donated to conventional charities, never discouraged when I pointed out that the CEOs of those charities were paying themselves over $1 million per year. She donated her time and efforts within the Maplewood senior community to organize art exhibitions and hands-on arts and crafts events.

She was a beloved wife to Nathaniel for 65 years, never succumbing to the prevailing divorce culture despite her strong independent streak. She was a reliable loving mother to us even when we didn’t deserve it. Regina didn’t hold grudges and she didn’t complain about own challenges, even when her joints began to fail and required replacement.

Regina had many fine personal qualities that I will strive to emulate.

Graveside Mourner’s Kaddish (facing east)

Exalted and hallowed be His great Name. (Congregation responds: “Amen.”)

In the world which He will create anew, where He will revive the dead, construct His temple, deliver life, and rebuild the city of Jerusalem, and uproot foreign idol worship from His land, and restore the holy service of Heaven to its place, along with His radiance, splendor and Shechinah, and may He bring forth His redemption and hasten the coming of His Moshiach. (Cong: “Amen.”)

In your lifetime and in your days and in the lifetime of the entire House of Israel, speedily and soon, and say, Amen.

(Cong: “Amen. May His great Name be blessed forever and to all eternity, blessed.”)

May His great Name be blessed forever and to all eternity. Blessed and praised, glorified, exalted and extolled, honored, adored and lauded be the Name of the Holy One, blessed be He. (Cong: “Amen.”)

Beyond all the blessings, hymns, praises and consolations that are uttered in the world; and say, Amen. (Cong: “Amen.”)

May there be abundant peace from heaven, and a good life for us and for all Israel; and say, Amen. (Cong: “Amen.”)

*He Who makes peace (Between Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur substitute: “the peace”) in His heavens, may He make peace for us and for all Israel; and say, Amen. (Cong: “Amen.”)

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What else I learned at Art Basel

A follow-up to Art Basel Miami Beach 2025 and Art Miami Miami 2025

Here are a few miscellaneous things that I learned at an Art Basel party in Miami Beach. We’re informed that Florida real estate is collapsing (they roll 24-year-old condos into the median home price statistic and those are indeed heavily discounted now to reflect the cost of the new big 25- or 30-year inspection/rehab requirement). We were informed in 2018 by the Wall Street Journal, quoting Harvard experts, that sea level real estate in Miami was doomed… “Rising Sea Levels Reshape Miami’s Housing Market”:

“As prices decline, that’s a signal to developers and investors that maybe you shouldn’t be investing a lot of money in an area that will be flooded in 20 years,” [Ryan Lewis, an assistant professor at the University of Colorado’s Leeds School of Business] said.

How bad has the Climate Change-driven value collapse been for my friend’s sea level house? Here’s the Zillow chart (“+476% in last 10 years”; admittedly, there was a big rebuild circa 2020 and the chart isn’t adjusted for transitory Bidenflation):

A multi-billionaire attended the party and I learned that a multi-billionaire needs security goons circling in a couple of boats in case anyone decided to assault the party from the water.

From a serial entrepreneur, I learned that AI might not be the boon to venture capital that it seems. “In five years we’ll see a $1 trillion company that has just a single founder and employee,” he said. He is doing a couple of startups right now and hasn’t bothered to raise funds for either. “AI is my programming team,” he said. “Why do I need outside money if I can get to MVP [minimum viable product] and revenue without hiring anyone?”

From an artist behind some massive sculptures, including at Burning Man, I learned that Guangdong is where everyone is going for fabrication. “You send them a 3D model?” I asked. “You can send them a napkin drawing,” he responded, “and they’ll send you back a 30′-high sculpture.” Let’s stop for a moment and pay our respects to Rob Reiner:

From a retired Californian, I learned about the cost of building a decent quality 12,000 square foot house on the Pacific coast of Mexico: “It’s really cheap there,” he responded. Pushed for specifics, he added “It was quoted at $700 per square foot, but I think it will turn out to be $900 when it is all done.” (this didn’t include the land) A neighbor here in Florida just spent $500/ft on a gut-renovation. He said that new “custom” construction in Palm Beach County costs $1500/ft.

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History of Huawei book

I promised more about House of Huawei: The Secret History of China’s Most Powerful Company (see Unprovoked genocide against the Uyghurs) and here it is…

The book covers the modern history of China as well as the history of Huawei. The book should be inspiring to us older folks because the founder of Huawei was born in 1944 and, at age 81, is still involved in corporate management:

In Guizhou, Ren Moxun met a seventeen-year-old named Cheng Yuanzhao. With big brown eyes,[15] round cheeks, and a broad smile, she was also bright and good with numbers. They married, and Cheng Yuanzhao soon became pregnant. Their son was born in October 1944, and they named him Ren Zhengfei. It was an ambiguous name. Zheng meant “correct,” and fei meant “not.” “Right or wrong” would be a fair translation.

We are reminded that China is a multi-ethnic empire:

Mao’s officials believed they were extending a civilizing influence to the nation’s frontiers—Guizhou in the south, Inner Mongolia in the north, Tibet and Xinjiang in the west. The residents didn’t necessarily see it that way. They had lived for centuries with their own languages and customs, and they were now being compelled to assimilate. There were those who did not like Ren Moxun and his school either. After someone threatened to kill him with a hand grenade—the precise reasons are unclear—the school was issued four rifles to protect the staff and students. One of Ren Moxun’s objectives was to inculcate his students with the right beliefs. “Principal Ren, your guiding ideology must be clear,” a visiting official instructed him. “You must make clear who the enemies are, who we are, who are our friends.” Ren Moxun organized rallies for the students to denounce their enemies. The enemies at home were the oppressive landlords. The enemies abroad were the Americans, who were waging war against North Korea, one of China’s allies. Ren Moxun reported that the “scoundrels” hidden among the teachers were successfully caught through these criticism sessions, which were often intense, with students bursting into tears. In the anti-America sessions, students offered up secondhand accounts of atrocities committed by US troops in the area, presumably when they had passed through during World War II. One student said a US soldier had shot a farmer for sport near the Yellow Fruit Waterfall. Another said a classmate’s sister had been dragged into a jeep and raped. It was hard to say what, exactly, had happened years ago with US soldiers, but the resentment against America was certainly real.

and that the Cultural Revolution wasn’t a great time to be an educator or a student who wanted to learn

Ren Moxun was hauled onto a platform in the school cafeteria, his hands tied, his face smeared with black ink, the tall hat of shame denoting a counterrevolutionary placed on his head. “Studying is useless!” people shouted. “The more knowledge you possess, the more reactionary you are!”

One of Ren Moxun’s students demanded the principal admit that he’d instilled feudalist thinking in the students, such as by quoting Confucius. According to a recollective essay by Feng Jugao, a different student, when Ren Moxun tried to deny the accusation, the accuser rushed forward with a wooden stick and beat him until the stick broke.[53] “I can’t say if the wooden stick was weak, or if Principal Ren’s backbone was strong,” Feng wrote. “But the wooden stick broke in two across Principal Ren’s back.” Feng recalled his mother being aghast, saying that the students who beat the principal would get their karmic punishment.

Universities nationwide were banned from matriculating any new students between 1966 and 1976. Ren Zhengfei’s younger siblings were shut out, but through the random luck of his birth year, he’d been able to eke out a college education. In 1968, Ren graduated with a major in heating, gas supply, and ventilation engineering.

At age 42, Ren started Huawei:

Shenzhen legalized the establishment of “minjian” (unofficial or, more literally, “among the people”) private technology companies in February 1987 under a pilot program. Applicants poured in from across the country—professors and engineers from Beijing to Kunming. The idea of running your own company in the SEZ was exciting—and risky. Seventy-five percent of the first batch of entrepreneurs asked their state employers for temporary unpaid leave, with the option of reprising their old jobs if their startups didn’t work out. Ren founded Huawei as a minjian company on September 15, 1987, with twenty-one thousand yuan pooled between himself and five investors.

Wuhan was the source for more than SARS-CoV-2 and coronapanic:

Ren arrived in the inland city of Wuhan in the spring of 1988 in search of engineers. Dubbed “the Chicago of China,” Wuhan was a bustling industrial city on the Yangtze River. The Huazhong Institute of Technology had been founded here in the 1950s, and three decades later, conditions at the university were still spare: Students bunked six to a room in the dorms and took cold-water showers.[38] There was no air-conditioning or heat. But there was a professor who was knowledgeable about telephone switching, and Ren hoped he could help Huawei build a switch.

The book covers the 1989 protests and power struggles, then returns to the early days of Huawei:

Ren’s team had been making simple analog switches that could handle forty, eighty, or, at most, a couple hundred phone calls at once. Their early attempt at a more complex one-thousand-line switch was a failure, suffering from serious cross talk, dropped calls, and a tendency to catch fire from lightning strikes. Now, in 1993, they were trying to build a digital switch that could handle ten thousand telephone calls at once. This would catapult them into the big leagues. They would no longer be selling to hotels and small offices; they would be selling directly to the telephone switching centers for entire cities.

Ren had rented the third floor of an industrial building on Shenzhen’s outskirts for his fledgling R&D team. There was no air-conditioning, only electric fans, and they took cold showers to try to keep cool. They rigged up nets to try to escape the ferocious mosquitoes. A dozen cots lined the wall. The engineers worked day and night, flopping down on mattresses to sleep for a few hours when they reached exhaustion, which led to the saying that Huawei had a “mattress culture.”[9] One engineer worked so hard that his cornea detached, requiring emergency surgery.

It wasn’t as simple as going to the state’s web site and forming a corporation or LLC:

By 1991, Huawei had ten million yuan in fixed assets and was churning out eighty million yuan worth of switches a year. It had 105 employees, the majority of whom were shareholders. That year, Huawei’s shareholders did something curious: after proudly launching themselves in 1987 as one of Shenzhen’s first wave of “minjian” private tech companies, they voted unanimously to stop being one. From 1992 to 1997, Huawei would be a jitisuoyouzhi, or a “collectively owned enterprise,” something that was neither “private” nor “state-owned” in the modern senses of the words. Indeed, such companies were most similar in spirit to the Mao-era communes: Beijing defined them as “socialist economic organizations whose property is collectively owned by the working people, who practice joint labor, and whose distribution method is based on distribution according to labor.” While collectively owned businesses had been used in the countryside to mixed success, China’s national government had, in 1991, just formalized guidelines for urban collective companies. Putting on the “red hat” of a collective was popular among startups then as a way to obtain political protection. The Stone Group—hailed as “China’s IBM” in the 1980s—had been a trailblazer in this regard, successfully switching to a “collectively owned enterprise” in 1986. The 1991 national guidelines stipulated that collectively owned enterprises could enjoy preferential treatment in national policies and apply for loans from specialized banks. The guidelines also ordered government authorities nationwide to incorporate the companies into their economic plans in order to ensure the success of the urban collective economy. It remains unclear why Ren and his team decided to switch to a jitisuoyouzhi, though it’s likely that the broader financing opportunities were attractive.

Like Jeff Bezos, who married a secretary at D.E. Shaw while he was a VP (Wokipedia says that MacKenzie Scott had “an administrative role” at D.E. Shaw, implying that she might have been a top manager; the New York Times says that she held the job of “administrative assistant” (i.e., secretary)), Ren might have married his secretary:

While the precise timeline is unclear, Ren Zhengfei had remarried at some point and was building a new family in Shenzhen. This second marriage may have taken place around 1994, according to a speech Ren gave in January 2009, in which he praised his second wife, Yao Ling, for “fifteen years of silent devotion to the family.” Yao Ling was a petite and graceful young woman, much younger than Ren, with almond-shaped eyes and a winsome smile. Some news reports referred to her as Ren’s former secretary, though this has not been confirmed by the company. Ren had called Meng Jun “very tough”; he called Yao Ling “gentle and capable.”

The company prospers partly because the Chinese government imposed a “Buy Chinese” mandate similar to the U.S.’s “Buy American” mandates:

Since Ren’s meeting with Jiang in 1994, much more government support had been pledged. At the end of 1994, Zhang told Ren that in the next five-year economic plan, half of telecom operators’ switch purchases would be reserved for purely domestic companies like Huawei. “The way I look at it,” Zhang said, “it’s not that important what type of ownership structure a company has. The important thing is if it’s Chinese. So we at the Electronics Ministry want to support a business like yours.” China would have 84 million telephone lines’ worth of switches in operation by 1995, and officials planned to more than double that to 174 million lines’ worth by 2000.

I’ll close here and pick up in another post. Meanwhile, if you’re interested, read House of Huawei: The Secret History of China’s Most Powerful Company.

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How much will Venezuela cost U.S. taxpayers?

It seems as though old-style United States is back in Latin America. We’ve removed a leader we don’t like and will install a U.S.-friendly replacement. We aren’t going in like the Romans, though, and expecting to make a profit by taking the new colony’s resources (oil). So how much will we spend on Venezuela over the next ten years? Or can we argue that we can’t resist taking in Venezuelan asylum-seekers, each household of which costs $100,000 per year in welfare, and therefore we will actually save money via intervening, even if we do also give Venezuela $100 billion (enough to fund at least 6 Somali day cares?)?

The new U.S.-picked leader of Venezuela identifies as a woman (Delcy Rodriguez) and we have two additional Venezuelan migrants living in the U.S. One might expect American progressives to be delighted, yet apparently they are not.

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Limit your extramarital sexual partners to 1,000 per year for penile implant longevity

Trigger warning: contains alarming urological details. Also, NSFW.

A gay-adjacent friend sent me a long Facebook post by his 60-something-year-old retired gay male friend. (What’s “gay-adjacent”? My friend lives in Manhattan and is in the music industry.) The story relates to the failure of a device installed by Jesse N. Mills, MD who says that he’s done “thousands of penile implants.” As I think you’ll quickly realize, the good doctor was in no way to blame for the failure.

Dr. Jesse Mills, my wonderful surgeon, visited me both before and after surgery, and I will see him again tomorrow before dawn for catheter and drain removal. He reported that the left cylinder broke completely, at the base. He referred to torque being more of an issue, the bigger you are. That failure mode is very rare, since the cylinders are very difficult to damage; it’s almost always the pump, followed by the tubes that fail. … Dr. Mills replaced everything except the reservoir, which will help make my recovery more comfortable, and hopefully shorter, since there wasn’t that trauma in my belly. …

It is good to know that the pump did not wear out, despite at least 4,000 “uses.” The manufacturer rates the devices at 10,000 uses, which at the rate from the last two years, would mean that it would need replacement in less than five years, so I will reduce the number of times I increase and decrease the amount of rigidity. (Read on for what constitutes “uses.”) Having kept track of the number of unique partners, I know that number is more than 2,500. In addition, there were many repeat partners, sometimes the same day. I can only guess that number, based on my activities, but it conservatively adds up to way over 3,000 instances of penetrative anal sex (which is much more challenging than vaginal sex for the device),

A lot more exciting than being married, right?

PLUS, add penetrative sex with my husband most every day. Masturbation “counts” too, because it requires cycling the pump. That was reliably every day, once I healed, and included bending exercises meant to allow increased size, and using a penis pump, or “VED” at least once every day to work on increasing my size. For the first 3 months, I did intense “physical therapy” at least twice a day in order to regain size that I lost from the surgery (which was as expected).

The potential benefits of Medicare for All become a lot clearer when we consider what this senior citizen was able to obtain:

Dr. Mills gave me the great news that he was able to use a larger implant, given all my use and pumping. The largest cylinders they make are 24cm, so he gave me a 24cm implant, plus a 3cm extension, so I now have a 27cm implant. That’s 10.63 inches, for metric-averse ”mericans.” (Keep in mind that part of a penis is internal, and the percentage varies from man-to-man.) I can’t wait to complete physical therapy exercises to see what I end up with. I will post progress reports, with photos where allowed.

Unfortunately, I can’t share the photos since I didn’t ask to see them.

ChatGPT says that it might be difficult for a man to arrange a sanctified heterosexual marriage with 2,500 extramarital female sex partners:

Gay male sexual networks have much higher partner availability, lower courtship friction, and faster partner turnover. Heterosexual encounters with women—especially repeated, anonymous, one-off encounters—require far more time, negotiation, and selectivity.

It helpfully volunteers the idea of employing prostitutes (uses the hateful term rather than “sex worker”, unfortunately), but says “2,500 distinct female partners in 2 years would require (1) massive financial outlay, (2) industrial-scale coordination.”

Separately, I think that I might also be gay-adjacent because I love the Jersey Jack Elton John pinball machine, including the animatronic Elon at the piano.

#SanctityOfSameSex/Marriage

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Wall Street Journal celebrates an all-male gay throuple

A 2023 post, No, Polygamy Isn’t the Next Gay Marriage (2015), linked to a Wall Street Journal article about the beauty of a three-female throuple: “How Instagram’s Favorite Therapist Makes Her Throuple Relationship Work”. From 2025, “One Throuple Had Three Separate Design Tastes. How Did They Manage a Renovation?”

Good clean fun:

The men contracted with interior designer Jennifer Kole of Jenami Designs for a design fee of around $405,000, including furnishings. The en-suite bathroom has a 7-foot-by-4.5-foot shower with multiple shower heads, plus a free-standing soaking tub, ensuring no one is left waiting their turn.

Product designers are also exploring intimacy through form. New York-based furniture designer Kouros Maghsoudi created a sculptural bed called Hug, designed to comfortably accommodate up to three partners.

Should everyone join in this trend?

Real-estate agents are noticing more throuples and polycules buying homes together, often with everyone’s name on the deed. “Monogamy in this economy?” says Kathy “Kiki” Sloan, an employing broker with Property Dominator in Denver. She has seen a steady uptick in multipartner buyers treating shared ownership as both a romantic and financial move. Her advice: Get the paperwork sorted early. It should include a cohabitation plan and, ideally, an estate plan. Wendy Newman, a California-based real-estate agent with Wesely & Associates, adds that polyamorous families have been buying homes together for decades, but today more are “out” from the start and set up ownership structures that support everyone. Flexible layouts, with extra rooms, double primary bedrooms, accessory dwelling units and adaptable spaces are increasingly popular, she says.

One thing that I haven’t seen in the WSJ: a celebration of the normalcy of mixed-sex polygamy. Three women: good/wholesome/normal. Three men: good/wholesome/normal. One man and two women: no representation. I asked ChatGPT to write a story in the WSJ style:

In a fictional suburban vignette that reads like a zoning-board case study, an American-born Mohammed Ahmed Mohammed finds his tidy life colliding with global custom.
His wife, Donna Jones, a blonde convert to Islam, embraces the faith with a zeal that extends beyond the couple’s split-level home.
After a family decision made oceans away, she sponsors the arrival of a second wife from Somalia, turning belief into blueprints.
Suddenly the household needs more than harmony; it needs square footage.
An architect is hired to add bedrooms, rework entrances, and persuade the local code book to tolerate an unconventional floor plan.
Neighbors whisper, contractors measure, and the mortgage grows, a familiar American story with unfamiliar terms.
For Mr. Mohammed, born here and fluent in the rhythms of suburbia, the expansion tests the elastic limits of assimilation.
For Ms. Jones, the renovation is a practical expression of conviction, drywall standing in for doctrine.
The second wife’s arrival brings cultural translation alongside luggage, as daily routines are renegotiated room by room.
In this imagined tale, the clash is less about faith than about permits, proving that in America even private lives must pass inspection.

Note that it completely fails in the task in the first sentence. The WSJ news story disclaims itself as “fictional” when we know that everything in the WSJ is factual. Let’s see if Grok does better.

In the quiet suburb of Bloomington, Minnesota, Mohammed Ahmed Mohammed, a 42-year-old naturalized U.S. citizen born in Minneapolis, has quietly become a case study in the evolving boundaries of American family life. Mr. Mohammed, a successful logistics manager, married Donna Jones, a blonde former Lutheran schoolteacher who converted to Islam in 2015, in a ceremony that drew little attention at the time. Last year, Mr. Mohammed traveled to Somalia and returned with a second wife, Fatima Hassan, 29, who holds a valid spousal visa under U.S. immigration law. The couple’s three-bedroom colonial home, purchased in 2018, soon proved too small for the expanded household, which now includes four children from Mr. Mohammed’s marriages. Local architect Sarah Kline was hired to design a $320,000 addition featuring a separate wing with its own entrance, kitchenette, and private bedroom suite for Ms. Hassan, preserving what the family describes as “cultural harmony” while respecting the existing household’s privacy. Ms. Jones, who works part-time as a Quran tutor, told neighbors the arrangement reflects “mutual respect and shared faith,” though she acknowledged the adjustment has been challenging. The project has drawn scrutiny from the city’s zoning board, which approved the addition after confirming it complies with local building codes, but some residents have quietly expressed unease about polygamy’s presence in their community. Legal experts note that while polygamous marriages are not recognized for civil purposes in the U.S., the arrangement remains lawful as long as only one union is registered with the state. Mr. Mohammed declined to comment for this article, citing a desire to keep his family’s private life out of the public eye. The addition, expected to be completed next spring, stands as a tangible symbol of how immigration, faith, and personal choice are reshaping the American suburban landscape in unexpected ways.

Note that the story becomes primarily about the narrow-mindedness of non-Muslim Americans and the scourge of Islamophobia. The prompt didn’t say anything about neighbors being upset:

Write a 10-sentence article in Wall Street Journal style about American-born Mohammed Ahmed Mohammed married to a blonde convert to Islam, Donna Jones, who brings a second wife over from Somalia and an architect has to expand their house to accommodate the new wife.

Related:

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Occupancy sensor-based per-room water shutoff?

Loyal readers may recall the failure of our Moen Flo whole-house water shutoff system to detect a drip. How about a more granular approach?

Have a flow sensor and shut-off valve for every room in the house in which there is plumbing, e.g., kitchen, laundry, bathrooms.

Put an occupancy sensor in each of the above rooms and, for the washing machine, a current sensor at the plug to tell if the machine is on. (Alternatively, use the network of cameras that a home should have for assisting with misplaced objects.)

Now the system doesn’t have to be that smart. If there is a sudden water draw from a bathroom that isn’t occupied then shut off the water to that bathroom. Have an override switch by the main light switch, of course, in case AI isn’t as smart as imagined.

How could one do occupancy sensing without either a massive privacy issue or an uglification of the house? Here’s an outlet that combines app-switchable power, night light, CO2 and VOC measurement, temp and humidity sensor, and occupancy sensing (via radar):

(Legal to install in a bathroom or kitchen counter, I think, if there is a GFCI circuit breaker.)

What’s the obvious flaw in this plan? Given that insurance companies will give a discount for the Moen Flo, which will allow at least hundreds of gallons of water to trash a house before it does any shutting off, I would think that insurance discounts over the years would more than pay for all of the tech. I guess there is an ongoing maintenance hassle, especially if flow is measured via impellers. Still, when you consider the $200,000+ cost of cleaning up after a flood, I think it is worth it.

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The Mamdani Caliphate officially begins

Happy New Year to those who celebrate and, of course, Happy Last Day of Kwanzaa to everyone.

Today is the day that Ayatollah Mamdani takes over control of New York City. Folks have made dire predictions about what might happen under a Mamdani Caliphate, but I find it tough to believe that he could do a worse job than his predecessors. Here’s a calculation of what’s been happening in NYC public schools, for example:

Source for the above:

I share some goals with the new mayor, actually. I’m an enthusiast for free public transit, which is fairly common in Florida (trolleys along tourist routes in Miami Beach, Uber-style Teslas zipping people around Coral Gables). I suppose sufficiently high congestion prices for driving around NYC that there aren’t any traffic jams and the money used to make the buses and subways (1) free, (2) frequent, and (3) comfortable. Mobility that doesn’t cause time-wasting traffic is something that New York is rich enough to afford and 98 percent of the infrastructure is already paid for (subway tracks, roads, buses). As a resident of Palm Beach County, I’m a huge fan of massive tax increases on the NYC rich. Every successful New Yorker who moves to Palm Beach from NY lowers our property tax bill (where “success” = rich enough to buy a $10 million house).

For readers who are celebrating Kwanzaa, a golden retriever busting into the Kwanzaa bush:

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George Foreman, Rob Reiner, Frank Gehry, and other losses in 2025

As we prepare to celebrate 2026 let’s look back on some losses in 2025.

Brigitte Bardot, an icon of pre-Islamic French feminine beauty, died at 91. Still-funded-with-federal-tax-dollars, but in no way “state-sponsored” NPR:

In her 2003 book, Un Cris dans le Silence, she disparages immigrants, gays, French schools and contemporary art. She called Muslims “invaders” and railed against the killing of animals in the name of religion. She apologized in court in 2004 but also doubled down on what she called the “infiltration” of France by Islamic extremists.

(The percentage of France’s population who follow Islam is approximately double what it was in 2003.)

Here’s my favorite image from this New York Times collection. Just look at the beautiful golden hair (also, the lady in the photo looks okay):

Maybe we need to watch The Truth (nominated for an Academy Award back before the Academy banned movies made by white people)?

George Foreman, the oldest person to ever win the world heavyweight championship, died at 76. The father of 12 was also a big Donald Trump supporter, as it happens. The eponymous grill was actually developed by Michael Boehm and Bob Johnson. The latest version (Chinese-engineered?) might be an engineering miracle since they say it can be thrown into the dishwasher and also that it is nonstick. I don’t know how that is possible given that dishwasher detergent is abrasive (Google AI: “dishwasher detergents are chemically and physically abrasive, designed with strong alkaline ingredients and sometimes mild scouring agents to break down tough food, fats, and stains, which is great for dishes but can damage delicate items like knife edges, aluminum, and wood handles over time. While gels are generally less harsh, powdered and tablet detergents often contain stronger abrasives, making handwashing best for items you want to keep pristine”). Maybe we can credit Foreman as a miracle worker?

On the opposite side of sentiment regarding Donald Trump, Rob Reiner was murdered by his son, a sad example of heritability of personality. Reiner was addicted to hating Donald Trump and paranoid about what might happen if Trump were to become or continue as President. The son was also an addict and, apparently, paranoid, but with a different addiction and a different target for his paranoia. Big Five personality characteristics, such as conscientiousness, are heritable at about 50 percent. Abnormal personality, such as schizophrenia, is heritable at an even higher rate (maybe 80 percent).

Prunella Scales, who appeared in Fawlty Towers, died at 93. Maybe we need to re-watch the show?

Frank Gehry died at 96, which is how I learned that he was born “Frank Goldberg”. Imagine if his career in architecture were starting today and all of the far-wilder stuff that he would likely do with 3D printing. A photo taken of the Gehry-designed Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles after picking up a Robinson R44 helicopter:

(Remember that Jews sunk the Titanic, a magnificent ship that Arab-Palestinian engineers created. The perpetrators were Goldberg, Rosenberg, and Iceberg.)

James Watson, dead at 97, was the only famous person who died this year with whom I was personally acquainted. I remember him as being passionate about the potential for the World Wide Web to transform education at a time when hardly anyone in academia was interested. Maybe the hoped-for transformation is finally upon us with AI? (Watson was canceled for revealing his belief that genetics is a key determinant of intelligence and that there isn’t any reason to expect the same median IQ in different races of humans.)

The toughest loss for me was, of course, that of my mother (see Obituary of Regina Greenspun, 1934-2025).

Readers: I hope that you didn’t lose anyone you loved in 2025 but that if you did you will spend some time today remembering them.

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