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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Irony

Now this is irony. First, the #fakepresident of the United States of America is awake in the early morning hours Googling himself, so very presidential of him. Then he doesn't like what he sees and complains that the searches are rigged. By the time we wake up in Alaska (4 hour time difference) in performing the same search, the whole first page of results is about the #fakepresident googling himself and whining about the results.

Hey Trump, if you want a real treat, Google "Santorum" sometime and be thankful, very, very thankful.




Saturday, August 25, 2018

About G2G

     I don't like to talk much about works in progress, often you get tired of it and can talk yourself right out of the project. However, I have talked about this one long enough and even posted parts of it on this blog, including collecting them onto a single page. Those were all posted to force me into keeping it in mind and pressing forward, still it has languished for years.
     If anyone watches this blog closely you may have noticed those posts have disappeared and this is why. In July I met with a writer friend and his daughter and he asked me about it. His daughter knew nothing so I had to explain it in some detail and that led to a discussion.
     I had to drive 100 miles home from that lunch and that offered a lot of time to think. Somewhere along that road, I had what amounts to an epiphany and I suddenly saw the thread that could bring the whole thing together. I started writing the next day and have written every single day since then. A couple of weeks ago I had another epiphany of sorts and saw clearly through to the end.That's what's going on now
     Unfortunately I have run into a major problem and for the past  couple of days I have been muttering about it. I am probably about half way through it and it is more than 650 pages long. That puts it in War and Peace territory, for length, I have no delusions of challenging Leo Tolstoy in classic literature. So the question arises, who in the hell would publish a 1,200 page tome on this subject and beyond that, who would read it? I have a solution, but it involves a lot more work. So it goes.
     Anyway, I took the posts and the page about the book off this blog because as I progress I can see finishing it now, and I want to be sure none of it gets used by anyone else at this point, sort of protecting my copyright until I actually have a copyright, So, that's the answer to the question nobody asked.
     I have a couple of readers and so far the reviews are good. It helps.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Thank you Vasili Arkhipov

I and my friends were draft age when this happened. We had just graduated from a school experience that included regular nuclear attack drills and the draft with a two-year service was an obligation of every man our age. We were the ones who would be called to fight. That was before internet or 24-hour news TV or even radio stations. We tuned the radio to a station that gave five-minute updates every hour as our best source of immediate news. When we weren’t listening we were talking, imaginations running wild about what was coming and most of us apprehensive about the prospect of fighting a nuclear war, wondering at times how you even did that. I think most of us saw ourselves as grunts, not the guys who would deliver the counter measures and the undercurrent was what good would we be if we even survived the initial blasts. When Khrushchev finally backed down, you could almost hear the whole country breathe a collective sigh of relief.
I guess we all owe this guy our unending gratitude. I had never heard of this before it showed up on facebook today. I hope all the credits come through all right.


Posted on facebook by: 
50 years ago today, at the height of the Cuban Missile Crisis, second-in-command Vasili Arkhipov of the Soviet submarine B-59 refused to agree with his Captain's order to launch nuclear torpedos against US warships and setting off what might well have been a terminal superpower nuclear war.

The US had been dropping depth charges near the submarine in an attempt to force it to surface, unaware it was carrying nuclear arms. The Soviet officers, who had lost radio contact with Moscow, concluded that World War 3 had begun, and 2 of the officers agreed to 'blast the warships out of the water'. Arkhipov refused to agree - unanimous consent of 3 officers was required - and thanks to him, we are here to talk about it.

His story is finally being told - the BBC is airing a documentary on it.

Raise a glass to Vasili Arkhipov - the Man Who Saved the World.

PS - The PBS documentary, 'The Man who Saved the World', is online here:
http://video.pbs.org/video/2295274962

The documentary claims the facts of the matter were only 'recently' revealed. This is not quite true; the Boston Globe reported on it 10 years ago in 2002:
http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/cold-war/sovietsbomb.htm

The Wikipedia article was created in 2005, citing a 2004 book by Noam Chomsky:
http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vasili_Arkhipov
 — with Sarah Pasquis and Daniel Alouidor.

A couple of comments from friends on facebook:
Betty Sederquist Wow, this shows how close it was. I was in a high school tennis class (hate tennis to this day), overlooking Aerojet, a missile testing place in the far off valley below us, and we saw giant clouds of smoke rising. We all panicked, given the Cuban Missile Crisis. Tense times indeed.

Kitty Delorey Fleischman I will never forget the day that was happening. My dad dropped us at school every morning. Our house was about five miles from the school, and Dad's work was about 35 miles from there. Every morning he'd give us a kiss out the window before he left, but that day he got out of the car, gave each of us a big hug and kiss, and told us how much he loved us. He told my older brother and I that if something happened and he couldn't get home, we were to keep the other three kids together and get all of us home to be with Mom and my youngest brother, and that he'd be there as soon as he could. It was very clear that he didn't think we'd all be together again. Terrible day!

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Straws are now a 'gate' issue. Is that enough?

Here's an example of some of the stuff we pulled out of the ocean.
Several years ago I helped sail a tall ship out into the North Pacific in search of that evasive gyre that held a collection of trash the size of Texas. We found an awful lot of plastic but nothing like that envisioned. Much of it was in specks, less than an inch in diameter, the kind of thing filter feeders would inhale and not even know it until the amount overwhelmed their internal organs and they washed up dead on a beach somewhere.
To be sure we found large floating objects too, but not in the quantity we expected to encounter. Principal among them were what we called ghost nets, huge tangles of damaged synthetic netting that had been tossed overboard from commercial fishing boats and had continued doing their job collecting fish long after their economic life had ended. Each net came up with critters tangled in it.
Many of the crew members were idealistic young people including my son, intent on stopping pollution and cleaning up what damage already had been done. There were a few older people in their thirties and forties and then a couple of us old farts spooking 70.
Toward the end of the voyage the sponsors held a kind of roundtable meeting in a common area of the ship and invited each of us to talk about what we had seen, what we had learned and what we intended going forward. As one person after another spoke of making personal choices in what we buy, doing what they could to stem pollution and some ideas for cleaning it up, enthused to move foreword on a personal level to address the problem.
As each one spoke, I was listening and also turning over in my mind what I should say, what to me was the reality here? Here I am eight years later trying to recall exactly what I said then, because of that meme that showed up on facebook today, but it went something like this:
I started by saying I was impressed with the young people and their determination to make a difference. Then I said something like, but if each of us does all the recycling we can, try not to buy single-use plastics, clean up a stream or a beach when we can and live as clean a life as possible, if all of us on this boat do that it is not going to make one bit of difference and attacking the problem. Being on this ocean and sensing how large it is, and then thinking about the amount of trash in it, and, too thinking about the amount of trash that’s coming to it, our little contribution isn’t going to even show up. Instead of thinking in terms of your own little world, start looking into the bigger picture. How can you attack the mass rather than the individual piece of plastic.
Our ship
Study something like chemistry, come up with containers and other other typically plastic throw-away products , that are biodegradable, of have secondary and tertiary uses to replace things like plastic straws.  Then you are making a difference. Find ways to cut of the flow of disposables and replace them with reusable materials. Go into public service, government, lead the way to turning the nation around to the problem and guide public policy toward cleanup and change. Think and act on the grand scale. I don’t mean you are wrong to do what you are doing personally, but I do mean to encourage you to devote your working lives to change on a grand sale. That’s the only way this problem gets fixed.
I hated to tell them that, and discourage them but it needed to be said, and maybe even more now than then. When that meme came up today calling for systemic change it brought the whole problem to me again. Today with the current administration’s massive attacks on the environment it is more important than ever to stop that and to start moving toward systemic solutions.
It’s not going to be easy. Even when we know what the right thing to do is, there are reasonable people who are going to object. The issue of straws is a case in point. A friend of mine has a daughter who is largely confined to a wheelchair. Among other necessities she needs straws to drink. My friend has tried metal straws but they are clumsy and difficult to clean. I assume there are other substances that would work, but none of them are universally available. How complicated it gets is I saw another meme today that showed a paper straw, but it came encased in a plastic sanitary wrapping. What does that solve?
What it says is the solution is even more complex than what  I told those kids on the boat years ago. When we solve a problem we also need a solution for those folks who depend on the very item we are eliminating. 
Brain exploding.

Milestones, logs and blogs

A friend has found a solution to part of the problem:  Carrie Ann Nash Not to muddy the waters, but we DID find a good alternative finally: Glugglug silicone straws. In case this helps anyone else: https://glugglugplanet.com/products/reusable-flexible-eco-friendly-silicone-straws