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How serious is this lockdown thing? Well, I’ve won all 1600 boards on Mah Jong Titan. That includes all available premium board packs. If there were more I’d buy them. There aren’t. That doesn’t surprise me, given the work it must take to produce another 300 boards that only the occasional crazy like me will ever play.

I’ve played Mah Jong for decades, and not just to kill time. For me it’s a sort of mental palate-cleanser: I play a board or two when I need to shift gears from one project to another. When I move from working on Dreamhealer to some construction project out in the shop, I play a board to stop me from thinking about Dreamhealer, or at least to pull me down from obsession territory. It does work. I’m not sure why, given that Bejeweled doesn’t provide the same benefit, nor do any of several other games I’ve tried. My theory: Mah Jong depends to a great extent on memory. Playing well requires remembering which tiles are where on the board. You’d think that that would be no big trick, given that the board is already laid out in plain view. Not so. A few tiles stand out from the crowd. Most do not. If a move uncovers a four of bamboo, you had better know if there’s a four of bamboo elsewhere on the board. The games I play, at least, are played against a clock. You don’t have a minute to scan the whole board to spot that four of bamboo over in the lower-right corner. Dead-time adds up, and each board has a time limit. To win the board, you have to empty it within that time limit.

The creative life is all about memory. This is true of fiction, especially the fiction that I write, which is heavy on ideas, foreshadowing, and gradual reveals. Getting away from fiction means remembering other things for awhile. And because Mah Jong is a shallow memory challenge, it takes little or no effect to push a board full of tiles out of the forefront of my mind when it’s time to turn to something else.

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Carol and I did some shopping at Wal-Mart today. I don’t know if this was their innovation, but aisles at Wal-Mart are now one-way. This makes it easier to stay away from other shoppers, though it can be a nuisance at times. I tend not to go shopping when I’m feeling impatient. Mercifully, I was not feeling impatient this morning.

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While at Wal-Mart, we looked at Polish sausage and other sausage products. I typically eat a bratwurst or some other similar sausage for lunch. There was a run on such things for awhile, and I was unable to find the Hillshire Farms smoked sausage that I’d been lunching on for some time. We saw them at Wal-Mart today. I picked up a pack, and scanned the list of ingredients. Yikes; they now put MSG in their smoked sausage products. I originally chose them because they did not include MSG. Johnsonville sausage products, on the other hand, have been nonstarters here for years, because all their sausages contain MSG. Well, since I was reading labels anyway, I picked up a package of Johnsonville smoked bratwursts and scanned its ingredients. No MSG! So I bought some.

It is a puzzlement. Given how many people react badly to MSG, I have to wonder why sausage companies insist on using it. Does a sausage really taste better with MSG than without? I can’t tell the difference and never have.

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54 years ago, I took wood shop at Lane Tech in Chicago. We built a number of projects, but the only one that survives is the heavy oak cutting board. My mom used it while I stilled lived at home, and I took it with me when I moved out and married Carol. So it’s been in use for all 54 of those years. The board’s saggita is now half an inch, so we flipped it over and now cut on what was the bottom face.

Alas, the two outer oak layers on the board started peeling away from the rest a few years ago. Food was getting caught in the resultant cracks, and I was afraid I’d have to toss it out. Not so: A little careful work with my chop saw and some belt sander time yielded a narrower but now far more hygienic cutting board. This may not last, and the day may come when I can’t cut any more layers off the edges. Still, 54 years is a long time to be using an artifact that you built yourself with your own hands.

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My fellow hams don’t need me to tell them that the bands are dead right now. The very occasional sunspot is so small I often wonder if it’s dirt on some telescope’s lens. Propagation is lousy. Working Wisconsin was a delight. Working Seattle almost knocked me off my chair. But beyond the current sunspot dearth, what really annoys me is the noise level. I thought for a long time that this was caused by the crappy switching power supplies inside every LED bulb in the house, which would be all of them but two. (The two incandescents are grow lamps for Carol’s African violets.) So I did the experiment last week: I shut off every piece of electronics (including the AC) and every damned lightbulb in the house.

The noise level did not change at all.

I can’t shut off the security system and really don’t want to. But I’ve had security systems in every house we’ve lived in since 1990, and have never had noise levels like this. The houses here are widely spaced (this is the land of half- to one-acre lots) so I suspect I’m not hearing the neighbors’ stuff. All the more reason to buy a 12V battery pack and enable the Icom IC-729 to run on battery power. If the power ever goes out in our neighborhood, I’ll make a beeline for the shack, to see if the noise level drops. That won’t help me work Wisconsin once the power comes back on, but at least it’ll narrow down the culprit list a little.

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Dreamhealer is coming along. I’m still doing some edits, but in truth, I’m waiting for the artist to finish the cover. I was going to release it at LibertyCon in June, but there will be no LibertyCon this year. My deadline, being dead, no longer has much force.

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Arizona is opening up. Carol’s going to her hairdresser to get her hair done on Tuesday for the first time in quite awhile. The next time I need a haircut (I know, I know, during the next Ice Age) I’ll be doing the same thing. We’re being careful, but we’re no longer cowering at home. I’m watching Arizona stats for a number of reasons, the main one being that we’re already most of the way to a long hot summer. Viruses in the Sun die in seconds. No data on how long they last in triple-digit air out of direct sunlight, but I suspect it shortens their viable stage by a lot. Viral load is, as best we can tell, a factor. So we don’t go to concerts or political rallies. (Actually, I have never gone to a political rally. Viruses are not the reason.) We used to go to sit-down restaurants maybe once a month. We have carryout service accounts now and know how to use them. Total Wine is open, as are most other stores that we frequent. My motto remains what it is and has always been:

All will be well. And all will be well. And every damfool thing in the universe will be well!


  1. Orvan Taurus says:

    It’s gotten where *I* could use a bit of a trim and am thinking of those old ridiculous commercials/informercials for the Flowbee, which now doesn’t seem quite so silly.
    It’s still around – and out of stock, of course. Not that I’d have bought one anyway.

    1. Heh. Had never heard of that, but I have a very long history of not watching TV.

      There are gadgets of that general sort for grooming dogs, IIRC. (Carol and I showed bichons for ten years or so.)

      And since my barber closed her shop, Carol has used the dog clippers on me. With as little hair as I have, it worked well.

  2. Thomas Hanlin says:

    Hmm? The idea of MSG being problematic seems to have been largely discredited decades ago. If you had some special sensitivity to it, you’d pretty much notice it immediately, and stop using products that contain it. This does not seem to have happened significantly.

    1. I’ve read nothing about that. I didn’t want to get into TMI here, but I do have a sensitivity to it (cramps and diarrhea) and I’ve known two other people with the exact same reaction–and I only know because I’ve discussed the issue with them. (One, alas, died some years back.) I’m guessing a lot of other people react the same way and just don’t talk about it. I read ingredients lists closely for that reason. The big issue here is one that nobody ever seems to talk about: What does the stuff add to the experience of eating? Why do we use it at all? It tastes like salt to me. (My grandmother had a shaker of Accent brand MSG on her kitchen counter back in the early ’60s. I tasted some once. Salt.) I’ll bet salt is a lot cheaper. The whole thing makes no sense to me.

      1. Orvan Taurus says:

        The idea, which might not be the Reality, is that MSG is a “flavor enhancer” and when NOT alone, amplifies the flavor of whatever it is with, thus allowing the use of cheap MSG instead of more (more expensive) $WhateverIsSupposedToBeThere. Haven’t truly run the experiment(s), myself, but ‘Accent’ is still available,m fwiw.

  3. TRX says:

    I’ve seen some of the “studies” claiming sensitivity to MSG are imaginary. They’re remarkably similar to the “studies” claiming nobody gets the trots from some of the artificial sweeteners, or that there’s no such thing as gluten sensitivity, etc.

    RJ Reynolds used to publish “studies” about how smoking tobacco had health benefits. Just because something is a “study” doesn’t mean it should be accepted uncritically.

  4. greatUnknown says:

    Re: the cutting board
    Do you remember what glue and finish you used on it?

    1. No, alas. That was in 1967. It was glue specifically for wood, and what I remember suggests the sort of tawny beige carpenter’s glue a lot of woodworkers use. For the finish, we rubbed it with olive oil. I did that a few times after I took it home and my mom started using it, but after awhile I just stopped. I don’t think it’s been oiled in over 40 years.

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