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Friday, December 30, 2016
Write what you know
I read this last night in John Grisham's "Sycamore Row: "He was working in a bar in Juneau, Alaska, in a seedy section of town where sailors and deckhands and roustabouts gathered to drink and shoot dice and blow off steam. A couple of ferocious bouncers kept the peace, but it was always fragile."
Now, I have only been to Juneau maybe four times, but in those times I don't recall ever seeing a "seedy section." However three of those four times I approached from seaside and after weeks at sea, the sleaziest bar on earth could look like heaven if the beer was cold and the women were hot.
Still I don't believe there is a seedy part of Juneau, unless as some might suggest it's the places where legislators hang out during sessions.
More I think Mr. Grisham should have at least done a little research or at best spent a day or two there. The third choice might have been Ketchikan when the Rock was rocking and Creek Street was in full bloom.
Except for that, so far I am enjoying the book tremendously.
A comment from Facebook:
Sharon Wright I lived in Juneau in 1971 and lived in the "seedy" area of South Franklin Street with Phil Haney in an apartment in a run down building. We were right above the Top Hat Bar, one of those hallway bars with a long bar the length of the hall with single tables for 2 against the other wall. Yes, there were rough characters doing shots in that bar. Never saw any sailors or deckhands there. Just old men. I'm not going to get into it now, but one night going home, a couple of scraggly ugly drunk native men tried to drag me away from Phil & he had to get into it with them. He made them run up one of the hillside staircases. So, yes, Juneau actually had a "seedy" stretch of blocks. But the seediest area IMHO was up at Baranof Hotel where the legislators gathered to drink & make deals.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
I feel most fortunate
I realized a milestone the other night. I have reached the extent of my mid-life crisis. It came about this way. I was watching an episode of the old TV show Northern Exposure. Yes, that's right, I have the whole series on DVD and am slowly working through it. I liked it when it first came out and I like it now despite the "Alaska errors" and the outlandish supposedly Alaska plots. As a writer of fiction I can see many of the adventures in "Exposure" happening here with just a slight push from a writer's imagination.
In this episode Holling Vencoeur, owner of the Brick bar, learned of an uncle's death at the age of 110. Holling at 63 went into a mid-life crisis believing his life was half over given the longevity of the his male relatives.
How old was I when I thought my life was half over? Right, it was around 36 when I started looking at the life I was living and the life I wanted to be living.Thus began my adventure into the woods, onto the big ocean and through six books.
Holling dealt with his by rounding up every potato in Cicily and heading out to his still which had been owned by his father and his father before him. He began distilling vodka and if we are to believe this, it seemed like he drank most of what he made.
I went about it a different way. I knew I was going to build a cabin in the woods at some point. So I made a list of the tools I would need and every time I took home a paycheck I bought something off that list.
So between me and Holling, in my mind our mid-life crises were resolved. With that resolution, my mind jumped to the present, sitting here in the deep woods and contemplating life and then the realization, "holy crap," I am twice that old now. I've outlived my mid-life crisis, lived two halves of an average life and here I am. What am I supposed to do now?
For one thing, with only two days to go it looks like I will survive 2016. If anybody's been paying attention that's been no small feat at my age. So many great musicians died this year you would think someone was killing them off. Writers, actors, politicians, so many people we loved and then Princess Leia … and her mother.
The world seems emptier without them. And unfortunately it's not over. Most of the rock musicians I grew up with are in their 70s now so bracing for continued announcements.
So what is my good fortune? I lived through this horrible year. I am still standing or sitting anyway but at times now I feel like Slim Pickens riding that nuke earthward shouting Yahoo all to the tune of "I'll see you again, don't know where, don't know when."
And there is this: Keith Richards reportedly is still alive. So maybe it's all right to look forward to another ride around the sun with some measure of optimism based on having.survived the past year.
An addendum: Until I read the comment below, I hadn't considered the glass half-full/half-empty paradigm. I suppose as the years pass the glass grows larger and the volume of the halves changes as does the total for the whole glass. It's almost a catch 22, as you get closer to a full glass, the glass increases in size making it impossible ever to fill it. I guess we keep striving, despite the futility of it and that's all right particularly for anyone with a creative nature. The day you accept anything you've done you're finished anyway. There is a quote credited to the great impressionist Renoir on his death bed. At 94 when asked what he thought of his body of work, he said, "I begin to show promise." In other words his glass never filled to the brim, at least not to his satisfactison, despite his best efforts. And, look what he accomplished. What hope is there for the rest of us? Perhaps the answer lies in the very real threat at the end of the comment which should give us more reason than ever to strive on.
In this episode Holling Vencoeur, owner of the Brick bar, learned of an uncle's death at the age of 110. Holling at 63 went into a mid-life crisis believing his life was half over given the longevity of the his male relatives.
How old was I when I thought my life was half over? Right, it was around 36 when I started looking at the life I was living and the life I wanted to be living.Thus began my adventure into the woods, onto the big ocean and through six books.
Holling dealt with his by rounding up every potato in Cicily and heading out to his still which had been owned by his father and his father before him. He began distilling vodka and if we are to believe this, it seemed like he drank most of what he made.
I went about it a different way. I knew I was going to build a cabin in the woods at some point. So I made a list of the tools I would need and every time I took home a paycheck I bought something off that list.
So between me and Holling, in my mind our mid-life crises were resolved. With that resolution, my mind jumped to the present, sitting here in the deep woods and contemplating life and then the realization, "holy crap," I am twice that old now. I've outlived my mid-life crisis, lived two halves of an average life and here I am. What am I supposed to do now?
For one thing, with only two days to go it looks like I will survive 2016. If anybody's been paying attention that's been no small feat at my age. So many great musicians died this year you would think someone was killing them off. Writers, actors, politicians, so many people we loved and then Princess Leia … and her mother.
The world seems emptier without them. And unfortunately it's not over. Most of the rock musicians I grew up with are in their 70s now so bracing for continued announcements.
So what is my good fortune? I lived through this horrible year. I am still standing or sitting anyway but at times now I feel like Slim Pickens riding that nuke earthward shouting Yahoo all to the tune of "I'll see you again, don't know where, don't know when."
And there is this: Keith Richards reportedly is still alive. So maybe it's all right to look forward to another ride around the sun with some measure of optimism based on having.survived the past year.
An addendum: Until I read the comment below, I hadn't considered the glass half-full/half-empty paradigm. I suppose as the years pass the glass grows larger and the volume of the halves changes as does the total for the whole glass. It's almost a catch 22, as you get closer to a full glass, the glass increases in size making it impossible ever to fill it. I guess we keep striving, despite the futility of it and that's all right particularly for anyone with a creative nature. The day you accept anything you've done you're finished anyway. There is a quote credited to the great impressionist Renoir on his death bed. At 94 when asked what he thought of his body of work, he said, "I begin to show promise." In other words his glass never filled to the brim, at least not to his satisfactison, despite his best efforts. And, look what he accomplished. What hope is there for the rest of us? Perhaps the answer lies in the very real threat at the end of the comment which should give us more reason than ever to strive on.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
You couldn't live with yourself if you didn't at least try
A friend sent that to me in a facebook message today. It's a conclusion I had come to since the election.
I had reached a point in life where I felt I have been fighting something or other forever and where I am tired. It was like in Fellini's movie, "The Clowns." His camera crews traveled around Europe contacting and interviewing all the famous clowns from European circuses. As an aside if you watched carefully you would see the crews pull off some of the great clown tricks. There is a scene where they pull up to an address in a small car and before you realize it, 20 people have come out of the car carrying all manner of movie-making equipment. But the point of telling this is the last scene
in the movie where Fellini staged a grand circus parade under the big top. But as the elephants and the acrobats march around the tent, we notice three of the clowns sitting on the ring itself. Asked why they are not in the parade one of them says, "not any more, I am just too tired."
I could take that as a reason not to fight or like Chief Joseph of the Nez Perse said after defeating the U.S. Cavalry and then trying to lead his people into Canada, "I will fight no more forever."
In the Fifties, believe it or not, we objected to complacency, not a big fight, but still. In the Sixties came the Vietnam War and civil rights, and for a bit more spice, women's liberation. After that came the whole environmental movement. By the Eighties I was driving a boat in Alaska waters and seemed to be far from the battles. About then SeaWorld came to Alaska to capture our whales and then Exxon spilled oil all over our ocean and shores. Those took care of the Eighties, Nineties and 00s.
After that I put in a sitnt at a newspaper and that's a place you are constantly exposed to the world's battles, all of them, on a daily basis. Choose your medicine. It never goes away.
Some time after that I thought I could enjoy retirement as I felt I had reached a point where I could say I did what I could and now when I was tired and would fight no more forever.
Then came the 2016 election. I was one of those naive persons who could not envision Trump winnning. I might as well have been punched in the stomach when he did. And even since, every time I think of it I react physically. On top of that there are those people who now have a majority in both houses of Congress who want to cut Social Security and Medicare. I depend on both of these and would be pretty much reduced to poverty if they succeed. I am outraged. I have been paying into Social Security for more than 50 years and now they want to take it away from me because they hate Franklin Roosevelt.
I stewed over it for some time until I realized that's not going to help. Also I can't just write about it. If I am not going to sit by passively and let it happen to me I have to do something. But what? A blog post doesn't do much, after all most of the people who read my blog agree with me. So, I made a start. I sent a serious email to all three of Alaska's representatives (all in-line Republicans) in which I pointed out that 83,000 Alaskans receive Social Security benefits, most of them retired people. That was a start.
The missing senator wrote back first. What I got was a condescending (it might as well have started out "Dear Stupid) note explaining what the GOP says is wrong with Social Security. Our other senator said she was examining the issue. I never heard back from our only U.S. Representative, but then he says he only represents those who voted for him.
So, that was a start. Obviously more needs doing and fast. At the moment I am in the deep woods, a good place to devise a plan. Unfortunately I am stranded by a broken-down, brand-new snowmachine so I have a lot to contemplate, but I am thinking through what I can do in the fight to keep the benefits we've earned. I guess I will fight at least once more forever. So thanks, Shelley, for the kick in the pants. I just hope it doesn't kill me.
A COUPLE OF COMENTS FROM FACEBOOK
10-4. my sentiments exactly. retired. moved back to the woods to live on a very small income but lots of time to do art, meditate, walk in the woods and smell the roses. also thought no way in hell america would elect an utterly incompetent, psychotically narcissistic baboon. but we were wrong and now we have to fight again and again until we die in the trenches. this time the battlefront is so multifacetd it's overwhelming: social security, economic freedom for lower and middle classes, racial
and LGBQT rights, women's rights, environmental survival. .... anon.... there is no moral or just cause this satan-spawn isn't attacking. my experience w Dan Sullivans office to phone calls is the same----yawn. who cares about what you peasants think? and Young, of course , is like Trump---- he feels
he was divinely anointed and overtly hostile to constituent opinion. i will continue to call them, donate $ where i can, and just be the squeaky wheel. anything else that occurs to me is illegal. mostly i plan to just live long enough see these jack-offs in their graves after they have destroyed everything – GRETCHEN SMALL
Gretchen Small that matters except what is inside my soul. like Gandhi. "i will not obey. you can kill
me but then all you have is another dead body. you still will not have my obedience."
Former congressional staffers tell how best to influence members of Congress.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
It's so easy anybody can do it
KGB enlisted young Trump in Soviet Cold War operation – sources
Author: Carlos Nodonaldo
Dec. 13, 2016 Inconsequential News Service
Federal agents this week revealed partial results of an investigation into Donald Trump that has unearthed what they say is proof he was and likely still is an agent of Russia, either as a willing participant or as an unwitting mind-controlled automaton who was awaiting instructions from deep inside the Kremlin
The investigation
centered on almost three years in which Trump's whereabouts were unknown.
Investigators say they
have confirmed where they believe Trump was during the years he mysteriously dropped
out of sight. No record until now had been found about his location or
activities during that span, but now documents discovered recently track his
path through the two Germanys and into the heart of the Soviet Union in Moscow.
According to insiders,
in a report issued Friday, Trump
left the Wharton School in Pennsylvania in the summer of 1968 and in early 1971
reappeared to take over management of his family's businesses. Where he was
during that time has long been a subject of speculation.
Authorities now say
they have proof Trump left the country and traveled first to Berlin where for a
short time he lived in a youth hostel. From there he disappeared, but recently documents
discovered in former East German archives, show Trump crossed into East Berlin
and was sighted about a month later in Moscow, capital of the former Soviet
Union.
From there the trail
went cold until he showed up in passport records as entering the U.S. on a
flight from Beirut, Lebanon, in January 1971 at least until earlier this year.
It was those two and a
half years out of sight that caught the attention of CIA investigators. In May
documents supposedly expunged from KGB records but discovered in an abandoned
building being demolished indicated a young American had been turned and was undergoing
extensive training and mind-control exercises.
The report and several
others found with it were signed by an agent named V. Putinchikov, believed
to be a young Vladimir Putin who is now president of Russia. Judging by the information
in the reports which is still being kept confidential, insiders say there's no
doubt the young American was Trump. According to one source the reports
document intense mind-control indoctrination. Documents detail actions
beginning in late summer 1968 and ending in the fall of 1970.
Our source cited one
document in particular that according to her stated that the indoctrination had
been successful and the subject was ready to be deployed.
It is believed that
during the 1950s and '60s hundreds of soviets lived in the Untied States as
ordinary citizens awaiting orders from Moscow officials to perform duties not
specified when they were deployed. The famous Manchurian Candidate was one such
effort where an American. serviceman captured in Korea was brainwashed and sent
back only to be activated by a psychological trigger to assassinate the
president.
The sources believe
Trump was among those who were sent to the U.S. as sleeper agents.
In January 1971 state
department records show Trump flew into the U.S. from Beirut, landing in New
York, and joining his family's firm shortly after that. From then until his
election as President and his actions against China, there were no indications
of whatever mission the Soviets may have prepared him for, but intelligence
experts now speculate Trump could have been triggered recently to stimulate
friction between the United States and China in order to further Russian economic interests.
Nothing in this story is true.
It is pure satire meant only to entertain.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Snippets
We write them and don't quite know what to do with them. They come to mind and leave just as fast and we are left with a slice of time and circumstance without backstory. Here is one that came up today. This one is different though, I have a place for it.
If a cat lady didn't have cats she woould have been Helen.
Surrounded by carefully needlepointed biblical verses on the walls and lace doilies
under every lamp on every table, the room could not have withstood the clumsy
meanderings of even the most agile cat. Sheets carefully fitted and tucked covereed every fabric
surface on every piece of furniture in the living room which was watched over
intensely by rows of ceramic animals arranged on shelves by species, rabbits
over here, cute bears over there and a lone wolf on what had served as a mantle
over a long bricked-over fireplace. Each lamp shade had a plastic coverning and
the rugs, some plain and some with intricate patterns, showed signs of wear from
three vacuumings a day for years.
That's it, a snippet, beginning middle and end in a paragraph, but as I said I have found a place for this one.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Best year-end roundup of the year so far: 2016 edition
Beginning on a somber note
And then on to the best we were blessed with from news, sports and television writers and announcers this year.
This may not be the best roundup, but it's the first. Starting out with almost anything Donald Trump said, no need to list them all.
And then on to the best we were blessed with from news, sports and television writers and announcers this year.
This may not be the best roundup, but it's the first. Starting out with almost anything Donald Trump said, no need to list them all.
Worst analogy of the day so far: "Snow comes out
of the sky like bleached flies."
Best photobomb of the year so far. |
Best headline of the day so far: China may be using
sea to hide its submarines. (2/10/16)
My favorite comment on this subject so far: Justice
Scalia died after a 30-year battle with social progress. 2/14/16)
Worst lead on a news story so far today:
"NATIONAL HARBOR, Md. – The socially conservative doctor whose
inspirational biography and deeply held faith galvanized the red blood of
America this past fall officially announced that he is leaving the campaign
trail Friday." Have to wonder who this writer is and how long he's been
out of eloquent-journalism school. He's writing about Ben Carson for crying out
loud. Yahoo News 3/4
Best headline of the day so far: "Mitch Landrieu
demands oil industry restore damage to coast." (6/2)
Best headline of the day so far: Fitness Personality
Hospitalized for 'Bizarre Conduct' (6/5)
Best headline of the day so far (from my
friend Carrie Ann Nash): Drones Will Drop Vaccine-Covered M&Ms to Save Ferrets
(7/14)
Best headline of the day so far: Homicide
victims rarely talk to police 8/2
Dueling death notices from wife and girlfriend. |
Man’s wife,
girlfriend place dueling obituaries in same newspaper 8/5
Best headline of the day so far: One-armed
man applauds the kindness of strangers 8/4
Sex pigs halt traffic after laser attack on Pokémon teens
Best headline of the day so far: Church
Mutual Insurance won't cover Church's flood damage because it's 'an act of God'
8/2
Favorite headline of the day so far:
Latino group begins 'Guac The Vote' initiative to register voters at taco trucks
8/7
Best headline of the day so far: WSJ
accuses Hillary Clinton of attending Bill Clinton's birthday party. 9/6
Errant Cannon Fire from Niagara Deflates World’s
Largest Rubber Duck 9/8
Man shot dead on Syracuse Street for 2nd
time in 2 days 9/13
Best headline of the day so far: Ted
Nugent Calls For Native Americans to ‘Go Back Where They Came From 9/15
Best headline of the day so far: Memo warning
ministers not to leak memos is leaked
Best tweet of
the day so far: (This was in response to someone complaining the Mars rover's
tweets were getting boring.)
SarcasticRover
@SarcasticRover 18m18 minutes ago
Seriously, after four years on Mars you’re
lucky I’m not just tweeting 140 character screams at you all day long. 11/17
Best headline of the day so far:
"Apple's new macs come with missing keys" OK, how can you arrive with something that's not there? 10/28
Best tweet of
the day so far; love the Bronx Zoo Cobra
Bronx Zoo's
Cobra @BronxZoosCobra 2h2 hours ago
Twitter just "happens" to go
down on #ReptileAwarenessDay?!
Looks like the multinational corporations of Big Mammal are at it again. 10/21
There are a lot of them today but for me,
this is the best Trump quote of the day so far: “Every time I said something,
she would say something back,” he said. “It was rigged. She kept on bringing up
things I said or did,” Trump added. “She is a very nasty person.” 9/27
Best headline of the day so far:
"Surfing on a turtle’s tail makes swinging crabs monogamous." 9/23
And
from the sports world:
I think they're drinking on the sports copy desk
again: "UAA men's basketball dispatches Concordia 93-67 in men's
basketball" Headline on ADN
website 2/19
Best sportscaster comment of the day so far:
"He's got to have the lead if he's going to win this race." 2/21
Best sports comment of the day so far: "Kansas
has always had the ability to score with the basketball." Um, otherwise
what are they there for? 2/26
Best headline of the day so far: "NFL
to put computer chips in balls." Oh, that's gotta hurt. 7/27
Best sports announcer quote of the day:
Now that you're in the finals you have to run the race that's going to get you
on the podium
Best sportscaster quote of the day so far:
"It's very important for both sides that they stay on their feet."
11/21
This is why you get to hate sportscasters.
Kansas beats Texas for the first time since 1938. So the pundits open their
segment with the question "let's talk about what went wrong." Wrong?
Kansas WON a football game! That's what went RIGHT! 11/19
Best sports announcer quote of the day so far (Jan.
9): "I brought out the thermostat to show you how cold it is here."
Points to a thermometer reading zero in Minneapolis.
Sportscasters
are really at it today. Best comment so far: "It's tough to win on the
road when you turn the ball over." Oh, really? Like you can do all right
if you turn the ball over playing at home? 10/29
Cliches so imbedded in sportscasters'
minds they can't help themselves: "Minnesota fell from the ranks of the
undefeated today." What ranks? They were the only undefeated team. 10/23
Best sportscaster quote of the day
(seriously, never heard this one before). A 5'10" player went up and
caught a pass off a defensive back over six feet tall. The quote? "He's
got some hops."
Best homonym of the day so far: It's all tied.
Alabama 34, Kentucky 3. Oh, Tide. 10/1
Best headline of the day so far:
"Steve Hooker commentates on his Olympic Pole Vault gold medal." When
"comments" just won't do.9/27
Best sports announcer quote of the day so far: This is
kind of picking on amateurs, but who could let it pass? Iditarod. "He's
certainly capable of the top ten, maybe even higher than that." 11? 3/6
Best sports announcer quote of the day so far:
"Atlanta is capable of doing what they're doing." 5/6
Best quote from a sports announcer today so far:
"Biyombo, one of seven kids from the Republic of Congo." In the NBA?
In America? In his whole country? Oh, his family. 5/15
And again: Best quote from a sports announcer today so
far: "Biyombo, one of seven kids from the Republic of Congo." In the
NBA? In America? In his whole country? Oh, his family. (5/17)
Said it again (5/23)
Best sports announcer quote of the day so far: "You can't come out and be aggressive but you can't come out and be unaggressive." (5/30)
Best sports announcer quote of the day so far: "You can't come out and be aggressive but you can't come out and be unaggressive." (5/30)
Monday, December 5, 2016
Waiting for winter in Alaska
A quick, snowless trip down to the river. |
December 5 the temperature dipped below zero and wavered
between negative 15 and negative 7 for the whole night and day, preserving the
minimal snow cover in the yard, the same amount of snow that according to
friends provides a meager cover on the trail through the deep woods. That
temperature range is forecast to prevail at least through the next week without
a cloud in the sky that could hold even a promise of snow. For the record a
minimum of 20 inches would be best.
Dinner tonight consists of a can of food that was supposed
to be consumed in the warm comfort of the cabin at the end of that trail.
A day ago after four inches of snow fell the temptation
proved too much and I fired up that
new machine and took a ride around the neighborhood, but the sound of those
brand new skis scraping over gravel hidden under that thin protective coat of
snow sent a shiver through me every time I heard and felt it and the trip was
cut short after only a few minutes. So now the machine has six miles on it
according to the odometer. Oh joy.
Two things filtered through the mind today. The first came
as I walked across a parking lot at the store, my ears burned by the cold air,
my fingers tingling from the same condition, some of it blamed on the slowing
circulation of an aging man but also on the lack of exposure to the weather this
year. Somehow 10 below at the cabin is tolerable while out here it is not. The
thought that developed was about weathering these conditions and it raised the
question asking if we are not going to get a decent winter in Alaska any more,
why spend the rest of my life suffering in the cold and grumbling about it.
Maybe it would be better grumbling about it on a beach in Palau.
And that one kind of evolved into the second one. Given the
political atmosphere in the country these days I might be able to do some good
if I were to take every one of those goddamned climate-change deniers by the
neck and shove their pompous well-fed faces into the bare gravel in my yard. That
wouldn't change anything, of course, but think of the personal satisfaction.
This complaint has almost become an annual event. Seems like
I have written something like it several times over the past few years. Perhaps
it all comes down to choices and maybe a big one is looming. There are options
for places to live but there are no promises for anywhere. After all, if you
can't count on winter in Alaska, what is there that you can count on?