Protection

Owning and using a car is a big responsibility.  A car is a useful tool for getting you places and transporting others who do not have a means of getting somewhere.  It can open doors to new worlds.  It is also dangerous if used carelessly.  You can kill or maim yourself or others.  Therefore substantial training, testing, and licensing of both you and the vehicle is required.  Cars can be stolen by others and thus we have gotten much better over the years in providing locks to prevent this.  That is not saying cars don't get stolen, but we have more complicated preventions, such as more complicated locking devices, silent alarms, cars that stall when stolen and GPS tracking devices so that we know where cars are at all times.  Not all types of vehicles can be used on public roads.  For instance, if you own a tank or one of those big wheelers, you must get a special permit to go from point A to point B and if you want to move a bus you have to have a specific license and testing in the majority of states.  Cars are not cheap to own and most states require insurance to protect the driver and others from tragic expenses and lawsuits.  Those that do not require insurance do require a vehicle fee paid to the state or the posting of bond. You cannot drive when under the influence of a drug and if caught can lose your license and/or car and must find other means of transportation if needed.  You may need to be re-tested for an understanding of the laws or even re-tested for eyesight and reflexes as you continue to drive. You are required to have your vehicle certified over time to make sure that it still has all the safety and other features working.  Law enforcement can check fairly easily any information on a vehicle by checking the license plate number in a database. 

All of these protections can be bypassed with effort, but that does not stop me from supporting the laws and technologies now in place even though it makes owning a vehicle an expensive privilege.

I feel the same way about guns and would like to have similar rules implemented.

( I should be home tomorrow...back into the polar express area of the world.  I saw the sign above and realized it was not something I would have seen years ago.)

Who Is Your Hero?

I took one of those stupid Facebook quizzes the other day.  I usually avoid these because I think there is a Russian hacker behind each quiz who gathers your answers and uses them for data to steal your/my ID in some new way to be used in the future.  Maybe he will use the data to get ID on my grand children!   But, this time I was bored and took the quiz.  The results always make you sound better than you are, so most people like the reward they get for answering stupid questions.  Anyway, this is what I got.

You're an Idealist! Idealists are abstract and compassionate day dreamers, activists, writers, diplomats, counselors and healers. You're the magician or medicine man of all the personality types. You're a deeply emotional and abstract thinker with cooperative and communitarian goals. You long for deep, meaningful relationships and you constantly contemplate how you can help the common good. You're guided by strong personal ethics, and you often have an ideology, cause, or way of viewing the world that you take very seriously. You're easy going until someone challenges your values, at which point you can be the fiercest of opponents. At heart, you're a natural healer with a great depth of empathy for those around you. As an Idealist, you're in impressive company! Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, Eleanor Roosevelt, Princess Diana, and Oprah are all famous examples of Idealists! Do you feel more like Gandhi or Oprah? Let us know!

Since Gandhi is one of my all time heroes, I guess they got it right this time.  Of course much of what is written above can apply to all of us.

Not Vexing

(Another post I pre-wrote before I left.)

Along the open area near the stairs on the third floor (I think it was third?) are the American Indian flags that were hung at the National Museum of the American Indian that I visited weeks ago.  The American state flags of Oklahoma and Massachusetts use American Indian symbolism.  They both have Indian symbols representing peace...ironic isn't it?  There are at least 200 tribal flags identified and about 30 are in this photo.  It is my understanding that some flag designs are still awaiting approval from the U.S. government to represent some smaller tribes.  There are over 500 American Indian tribes!

As you probably understand the use of flags is a new type of representation for the American Indian, mostly begun within the last 50 years.  Prior to this tribes were identified by costumes and totems.  But since the U.S. requires identification for sovereignty the tribes went the way of the Europeans and developed flags.

According to vexillologist, Donald T. Healy, "Another major inducement for Native American peoples to adopt flags has been their increasing involvement in the gaming industry. More than ninety-five tribes now offer gambling in one form or another on federally recognized reservations. This has brought millions of visitors to lands they would never have thought to visit. With this massive influx of visitors tribes now find themselves in need of a readily acceptable symbol of sovereignty. Replies to surveys and phone inquiries in at least a dozen cases have directly attributed the adoption of a flag to the opening of a casino or bingo parlor. The impact of gambling upon the adoption of flags within the Native American community may be a unique occurrence in vexillological history."  By the way, the study of flags is called vexillology.

In the above photo is the view that you get when you walk past all the flags and look down to the central lobby of the museum.  This open area below is where you see and hear demonstrations of songs, instruments, and other culture activities throughout the day.  And, I might mention that not all Indians are poor.  The Pequot Indians of Connecticut were sufficiently wealthy that they donated ten million dollars to the Smithsonian Institution toward the construction of a this museum.

Florida Notes--Thursday 13

1. You will notice that there are lots of small dogs being walked.  They are dressed nicely.  I saw four little dogs with flowered sun-visors riding in a baby stroller.  I do wish I had gotten a picture!  It is as if you were in a circus, but then you are in some ways, aren't you?  They are small because the condos and apartments have a weight limit on pets that can live with you.  Although one afternoon I did see a standard poodle the size of a Shetland pony with fur like a big shag rug.
2. The Central Gulf Coast of Florida is very white bread.  All rich old people.  Where do all the others hide?  If you see a minority person they are usually Latino and waiting on your table.
3. Walking down the street in St. Petersburg toward the art museum you pass real estate office, jewelry store, coffee shop, real estate office, jewelry store, coffee shop, etc.  This is why I would not fit in here.  No hardware stores, used book shops, or coop grocery stores where they sell that chunky granola.  They did have a Chihuly art gallery, where you can buy something breakable for a small fortune.
4. The few times I saw a child walking by I had to stop and stare as if it was some beautiful rare bird.
5. Weather has been mostly jacket and sweater weather the days we have been here further south in Sarasota, but happily it was not the 8F degree weather with wind chill that we missed at home.  I kept everyone up north in my thoughts while I was unhappy I had not brought more turtlenecks.
6. I am getting my fill of some of the water birds.  Dreading the photos to sort when I get home.
7. I had dinner with my next door neighbors who happened to be staying near us.  They have purchased a beautiful condo on the ground floor downtown.  It has a postage stamp yard for their cat. Yes, they have lots of money.  We went to an art fair and dinner with them, something we never do at home where they live next door.
8.  Some people do not know when to stop with the self-indulgence...see photo below.

 (Yes, now with the added photo the 13 numbering is off, but I cannot seem to fix the HTML coding.  It does add up to 13.)

1.  I did see a gopher tortoise in the Florida shrubs sunning himself about 30 pounds and I was told that it was not common to see that.  I had never seen one before, but he headed down into his hole the minute he saw me raise my camera.
2. I am beginning to think all the angry white people live in the Miami area, because everyone I have encountered here on the West Coast is friendly and laid back and I remember some rather nasty folks in the southeast years ago.
3. We are half way into our vacation and I have not gotten a single good beach sunset.  Weather or other things do not cooperate, but I really had no photographic agenda anyway.
4. A tri-colored heron perched on the side of the canoe we had tied to the dock here, and pooped into the boat, and I took that as a welcome to the tropics sign.  I will post on my other blog when we return.
5. Yesterday was an all day canoe ride over some slightly choppy water between the mangrove islands with a rather cool wind.  At least the sun was shining and I think I got too much of that.   Doing the Ringling Brothers museums today.

It All Stops

That one time of the day when the voices stop their annoying whispering in my ear.  The shaking of the fingers scolding me for my wasted moments, the sad shaking of the head for my neglect of friends and family, the negative thoughts of what a waster of time I have become all stop while I say goodby to another precious and beautiful day.  Tomorrow I get a fresh start to be a better and more productive person.

Dripping Rainbow

( Another post that I drafted before I left for Florida.)

You can never tell where you might find a surprise such as a lovely rainbow unless you stop looking down and look up, even inside a building.  Below is a rainbow that I came across in the National Museum of the American Indian whose architecture itself is the primary work of art.  This building had a construction and design team which, of course, included our native Americans and an architectural team as well as many others.  There are so many details from the selection of the stone and rocks that were used in the building to the symbolism both outside and inside that the structure of the museum is a work of art in and of itself.  Acrylic prisms were installed in the high south wall and catch the sun's rays creating this light spectrum on the opposite part of the ceiling in early to late afternoon every day that the sun shines.  This changing light show reminds us of the sun and light that was important to the native tribes as it is to you and me, and it makes for an interesting photo.

I think of a river of color dripping through the levels of the ceiling when I study this photo.  I think that I should do some prism shopping on this trip to hang a light catcher in my southern window.

Snow Birding

My husband holds off as long as he can before he becomes adamant that we will visit his homeland for at least a few weeks.  He squeezes in a few "meetings" on the trip but the rest of the time is canoeing and fishing down there.  I pull him away for a nice restaurant or two, maybe a museum and most certainly a nature preserve where we tiptoe among the alligators.  Are we not the boring old folks I swore I would never become?  We could fit nicely into one of those pharmaceutical ads...the ones about blood pressure or constipation, not the ones about sex.  Yes, it is Florida once again.  No, I am not excited.  I am jaded and our weather here has been mild enough that I do not have cabin fever.  Since we will be driving down with one of the canoes tied precariously to the top of his big car the drive must be carefully done.  We will stop at a few places along the way, where he allows me my photography jaunts.

I will be taking my laptop and maybe find time for posting.  Nothing creates a death knell for a tedious blog more than not posting fairly often!  I will try to find something more interesting to post about than beach sunsets and water birds and retirement living in the South, but there are no guarantees.  (I would rather be in the wild west, but that is just me.) I will also write some posts ahead to go live while we are on the road.

Please keep an eye on the house and house plants while we are gone.  These have been narrowed way down over the years.  No pets, with good reason, as we travel far too often for far too long for that kind of responsibility.

The Courtyard

Once again a series of photo edits since I am stuck indoors.  This is a photo of the courtyard of that Freer Gallery that I keep visiting this month.  I take photos of the architecture while I get inspired by the actual art inside.

It was a cold and rainy day and the doors to the interior courtyard were not open from the hallways of the gallery, so I took this misty and gloomy picture anyway through a rather muggy window.  When I got home I decided the photo needed some definition and contrast to catch the eye.

Then I decided that the photo needed more color and a warmer mood on such a cold day and changed to the photo below.

And at the very last I decided the photo needed to be more in the form of art due to its location.

Makes me wish I had followed those two art courses I took long ago and actually developed a real skill.

Eating

I was going to post something about eating here, but then I found the context more appropriate to my other blog. So you can go there once you have taken your eyes from my most magnificent grandson studying his raspberry filled cookie.

Since You Asked

One (or more) of my blog friends was wondering why I could not post photos of works of art that I had seen in my museum tour on the last weekend.  I, perhaps, phrased this poorly.  It is a matter of not being able to render the actual beauty of any work of art by just taking a photo.  The art oozes its charm or shock or nostalgia with the surroundings of the room in which it was placed and with the specific lighting and even the atmosphere such as the quiet clean sound of a gallery.  I must also take the photo without flash, which sometimes works and sometimes does not, since I do not drag a tripod through the gallery, even if they would let me!

But below is a small example of my take on this room of over abundant stimuli-The Peacock Room.   It was painted by Whistler-the same man that painted that severe and austere portrait of his straight-laced mother-and you can see he has a much broader style and palette in his soul when he gets away from mama.  The colors rendered by this photo are NOT accurate, and that is why I hesitate trying to share works of art via blog.

This is the Western wall of the "dining" room and the painting for which the room is named.  Below is the controversial painting that hangs on the opposite wall.

The owner of the home became ill and was surprised at all the liberties that Whistler took with his elaborate painting and tours of his work to the public while the owner of the mansion was at his 'regular' home recuperating.  The painting above became controversial over time.  The Greek Anglo beauty above was in Japanese dress of popularity at the time and this was later considered too risque and too much like bedroom wear to be shown to guests.  I was truly surprised at this because Greek nude sculptures were accepted everywhere at the time.

Having written this, let me share in a better representation my tour of The Peacock Room owned by Leyland and painted by Whistler that you can take.  There is some good story behind the creation of this room and its final destination to the Freer Gallery.  You can go here for a beautiful tour of the room and here for more information.

This Freer museum is due for well needed renovation soon and this room will be taken apart and not seen for a number of years, so I was glad to be able to tour this winter!

Sigh

Got in last night about 10:00 which is late for us.  We had an exhausting, fulfilling, challenging, fun,  and loving time taking care of the grandchildren.  As they grow older our relationship with them changes more.  The 9-year-old wants more time to himself and is less willing to sit and share or play games.  The 7-year-old has gone from playing family with me to playing college.  I still am relegated to the role of the year younger sister and do not get to pick my name in this game...I barely get to talk.  She is going to be the "interesting" one to raise as she is so different in interests and personality than my daughter and I.  The littlest one at 3 is nicely balanced in terms of time with us and time with his siblings and time on his own.  Other than having to get up once each night for the youngest who still has nightmares several times a week, the time with them was nice.

Hubby and I took Friday off while grandchildren were at school and hit more museums at the mall.  Maybe I will share photos later, but much of this touring art is hard to share.  So lucky to live near so many (19) free museums.  I did a lot of people watching on this trip.

My daughter and I are SARS (Super Anal-Retentive Sisters) and I really wanted such a list from her as was shown in the prior post.  I try to follow as much as I can, but do not kill myself.  I posted this list because it is such a contrast to my regular days where I can sit and read blogs in my PJs until 10:00 A.M.  Daughter is a gem, and if we totally ignored huge parts of the list she would be OK with that.

My Three Day Weekend

Directions for my three-day weekend...By the way, how was yours?

Thursday, January 29, 2014
Evening

*        Pick up C around 5pm.  Go in the bottom door under the stairs, then make a right into the hallway and walk down the hallway.  Teacher will see you and get C.  Sign C out on sign out sheet (right on table when you walk in door).  C should have a backpack that contains his water bottle, and plate/silverware in a plastic bag.  Check to see that his water bottle is in there, if not, it might be in a bin near the sign out area.

*        Pick up X and N from the right-most set of doors of school (not the main doors in front).  They are locked, but you can hit button on wall and someone will open.  Get them after you get C, but no earlier than 5pm since they have after-school activities.  Sign both kids out on sign out sheet on round table at front of cafeteria.


Once home...

*        They need to eat dinner

*        They need to unpack their backpacks, put away their jackets, etc.

*        They need to focus on their homework.  Ask them what they have on tap and they should tell you.  When older kids doing homework Thursday night, C can do his speech homework.

*        They need to brush teeth, floss, and get dressed.

*        We showered kids on Wednesday night, so up to you if you want to shower them at all either Thursday or Friday night. Probably not required.

*        C to bed around 8 so that he is changed and teeth brushed and ready for story at 8pm to go down around 8:15.  N should read to herself for 20 minutes (probably want to start around 8pm), she can continue to read her poem books and pick two poems that she likes best.  Once she has read, she might ask you to read to her (Freaky Friday).  You reading to her should happen at 830 so she is down by around 845.  X needs to read for 30 minutes. He might ask you to read to him (time traveling adventure book) and you reading to him should start by 845 so lights out around 9pm.

Lastly, X should only spend ~30 minutes on Thursday and Friday on devices (iPad/iPod Touch).  Same for N and C on TV.  Weekends we are more relaxed about it.  That being said, X will hit his limit on Thursday morning, so he shouldn't do any wii or ipad or ipod touch on Thursday night but can watch a little TV if he gets everything else done.



Friday, January 30, 2014

Morning

-        X will likely wake up on his own, around 7am.

-        C will start calling for someone to open his door around 7:00-7:30am.

-        N will sleep until woken up.
What they need to do (you will need to help them to varying degrees)...

*        Eat breakfast (see breakfast options in meals section)

*        Get dressed

*        Lunch for older kids - they will buy as it is pizza day, lunch for C is provided at school.

*        Have bags packed for school

o   X and N each get one snack in their outside pockets of their backpacks.  They can pick these out.

o   C needs a plate (there are two on bottom shelf across from sink) and a fork/spoon (small and blue, they have name on them, might need to be washed Thursday night) placed in a clear plastic ziplock bag.  This bag gets placed in his backpack.

o   C needs the small water bottle.  He can show you which one.  Gets placed in the side of his backpack (mesh area).

*        Drive C to Children's House, dropping him off between 8:20-8:30am.  Just make the left onto G, and drive for .8 miles (2425 N G Road, ), and the school is on your right (have to enter parking lot from side street).  He will show you where to go (to his cubby to drop stuff off, then walking with his water and plate to his classroom upstairs).

*        Walk kids to school (they will show you how), arriving between 8:40-8:50am.  You can also drive them if that is easier.
The maids are coming on Friday.  They usually come between 10 and noon and stay about four hours. They do clean the kitchen, and downstairs area and then will do all the laundry.

Evening

*        Pick up C around 5pm.  Go in the bottom door under the stairs, then make a right into the hallway and walk down the hallway.  Teacher will see you and get C.  Sign C out on sign out sheet (right on table when you walk in door).  C should have a backpack that contains his water bottle, and plate/silverware in a plastic bag.  Check to see that his water bottle is in there, if not, it might be in a bin near the sign out area.  Different about Friday is that you pick up his nap mat as well.  Should be with him or at his locker.

*        Pick up X and N from the right-most set of doors of school (not the main doors in front).  They are locked, but you can hit button on wall and someone will open.  Get them after you get C, but no earlier than 5pm since they have after-school activities.  Sign both kids out on sign out sheet on round table at front of cafeteria.


Once home...

*        They need to eat dinner

*        They need to unpack their backpacks, put away their jackets, etc.

*        No homework.

*        If you want, you can take N to Dance Party at the school.  Starts at 6:30pm and ends at 8pm.  There is pizza available for purchase and they recommend bringing a water bottle.

*        They need to brush teeth, floss, and get dressed.

*        Same timing schedule as Thursday night, but they don't have to read if they don't want. They will probably still ask you to read.

Lastly, X should only spend ~30 minutes on Thursday and Friday on devices (iPad/iPod Touch).  Same for N and C on TV.  Weekends we are more relaxed about it.  That being said, X will hit his limit on Friday morning, so he shouldn't do any wii or ipad or ipod touch on Friday night but can watch a little TV if he gets everything else done.

Saturday, January 15
Nothing on tap for now.  Feel free to do what you want. I think my event ends around Noon or 1pm so I will be back home around 1pm or 2pm.  N has a birthday party at 2pm, so I will try to get home in time to take her there.

Meals
Breakfast

*       Waffles (upstairs freezer)/French toast sticks (downstairs freezer)

*       Sausage egg and cheese sammies/Breakfast burritos - upstairs freezer

*       Eggs, toast, OJ

*       Pancakes and sausage on weekend

*       Cereal/milk - extra is in basement fridge
Lunch Options

*       Peanut Butter and Jelly - X can help you make

*       White Castle Burgers - upstairs freezer and downstairs freezer

*       Hotdogs (rolls and dogs upstairs fridge)

*       Bananas, grapes (in fridge)

*       Quesadillas - tortilla shells in fridge and cheddar cheese in drawer

*       Soup - ramen noodles are usually a hit

Dinner Options

*       Lasagna - upstairs freezer, this needs 90 minutes so plan ahead, garlic bread - upstairs freezer

*       Salad

*       Broccoli

*       Pizza - frozen pizza in downstairs fridge and upstairs fridge

*       Chicken nuggets - fresh in upstairs fridge

*       Mashed potatoes - pre made upstairs fridge

*       Leftovers - this would be good for you guys and includes, pasta, Cajun shrimp pasta, pork, roasted asparagus, mushrooms and cauliflower, mac n cheese, rice, whole wheat pasta.

I figured you would have the chicken nuggets, broccoli and mashed potatoes on Thursday night. Then Friday some of you might eat out and others can eat leftovers, or pizza.

It took me the first pick-up to lose this list in the bottem of the backpack!

What the Camera Captures

Many of us watch the historical/hysterical soap opera Downton Abbey on television.  I enjoy it because of the tremendous attention to culture and historic detail that is interwoven into the everyday lives of the upstairs and downstairs crowd.  There has been discussion about the somewhat romanticized version of this oligarchy.  The rich were kind and reasonable with the lower classes as long as the lower classes knew and maintained their place.  The new 2015 (14 in Britain) season is slowly introducing the disintegration of that relationship as a more democratic culture begins to  seep into England led by the changes from World War I.

Intelligent viewers know that this television version of the culture is somewhat glossed over because the Crawleys (Lords and Ladies of the Manor) are pretty benign in their treatment of the servants.  They do not see them as equals in any way, but do not put barriers in front of them if they wish to pursue other careers or get married.  Certainly a very liberal view at that time.  I have read recently about how many of the upper class land owners treated the Irish tenant farmers with such cruelty when the potato famine spread across Ireland.  Most of the aristocracy left the farmers to their own devices and fled back to England to live in well-fed luxury while many of the Irish that were left behind died of starvation. There were bodies of men and women lying along roads as if there had been war.  These were truly tested people.  Some of the more determined headed for America to start a new life with nothing but the shirts on their backs. Upon arriving in  America they banded together to strive and survive.  (Yes, in some cases their was a nice little crime unit formed...the Irish Mafia.)

When I visit Ireland last year, I (most serendipitously) came across the National Library Photographic Archive, located in Meeting House Square in Temple Bar in Dublin.  It was near the open market where we went to grab a walking breakfast.  It is a small space in a very contemporary structure and the exhibit that I saw was a series of black and white portraits of the people in the Limerick Milk Market by photographer Gerry Andrews taken in the 1970s.  These were the grandchildren of the people who lived through the potato famine and their character shows in each precious and honest portrait.  I was crying as I walked through this exhibit, a truly magnificent archive from a truly talented photographer.

If you wish to see this terrific slice of history you can go to this link, but be prepared for some serious soul-searching.  This post is for Mage who is now working on a B and W challenge of her own.

Imprinting

Got up early with my insomnia to be greeted by this. (yes, I know that I should have brought all this inside long ago!)  Snow has already stopped and it now looks like some angry overwrought baker has spilled flour everywhere.  It all may start to melt by this afternoon.

One family in the city woke up to see their car in the middle of the paved street under four feet of water and part of their front yard being washed away due to a sink hole and a water main break.  No one warns you about stuff like that! 

On a lighter note, the fun part is going out once daylight begins and seeing what animals had the same insomnia as I and left their footprints across the yard!

The World Is Depressing Enough Without Chocolate

There is word of a major storm in the Northeast.  Newscasters salivated as they interviewed the snowplow drivers, the weather men/women, the mayors of major cities on the dangers ahead.  Three feet of snow is predicted in some places.  Winds of 60 miles per hour are predicted in other places creating deadly blizzards.  I do not know if I'd rather hear this news or the news of beheadings and terrorists across the land.  I know that I am tired of hearing who is running for the next election.  It seems that the first folks out of the gate get the money commitments and what they earn is more important than what they stand for, if anything.  (So absolutely thrilled to hear that both Sarah and Donald have thrown their hats into the ring.)

I was very sorry to learn that the Hersheys chocolate company had negotiated (bullied?) Cadbury into no longer being able to send their candy to our side of the pond!  Hershey chocolate is terrible stuff if you have eaten it.  Very sweet and not rich in flavor.  I wonder what other chocolates will be prevented from import now?  How will I live without good chocolate?  If I get cranky (crankier) you will know why.  As we approach Valentines Day and later Easter be aware of what you purchase!

Our weather yesterday was in the 40s with no wind, so hubby headed outside to get his exercise after finishing a novel he was reading.  He split a lot of wood as you can see in the photo, and if we lose power, our heatilator fireplace will keep a part of the house warm at the very least.  I truly think the storm will miss us once again.  Our luck has not run out in this new year regarding weather.

Meetings

Our garden group is starting its meetings once again after a two month hiatus.  I find that it takes all my willpower to go forth on these cold gray evenings and attend these.  Hubby who starts to fade without something social happening, even if it is just chit-chatting some stranger up at the pool, is the opposite of me and ready to go a half hour before we need to leave.  I sulk out of the house like a dog being told he has to sleep in the dog house.

I dread making small talk and am so stupid to think it is all about me.  I think I have the small soul of an artist wanting to be on the other side of the glass observing human nature rather than being observed.  Hubby is an open book and when we were first married I kept feeling as if my clothes were being stripped off of my body piece by piece as he stood beside me telling personal tales to people I hardly knew.  For him it was sharing and for me it was giving away ammo and increasing my vulnerability and taking away my "mystery."  I am sure that a psychiatrist could have a field day with this by exploring my youth and my relationship with my parents and maybe siblings.

It is all silly stuff, I know.  But I do envy those who sit right down in the crowd and are so comfortable with the brash and the quiet and the smart and the dumb, fitting in everywhere and being welcomed with open arms by everyone and not noticing the eye rolls when a joke is retold.

Yet, if you saw me at the meeting not long ago you would find that I am the one who volunteers a comment at least half the time, I am the one who talks with those on each side of me about their holidays, I am the one who looks like she is a social butterfly having a grand old time.  And when I am finally back home, I find that indeed I did have a nice time and it was good seeing faces I had not seen in some time and I am glad that I went but will forget all of this before the next time.

Thanks for the Memories

While I was scanning a few of the hundreds of slides that sit in a dozen metal boxes in a cupboard, hundreds of slides that may well be meaningless to my children, and therefore, not survive much beyond their memories of their parents, I ran across this photo of the second place that I lived in the South Pacific.  It was taken from a tall rock that you can hike up to and then get such a breathtaking view.  This slide below does not show the house itself which would have been behind the trees in the lower right hand side, a brand new prefab built with a Japanese war reparations money.  Yes, I know, do not ask me to explain.

I will look for a photo of the nice little house, if I can.  What you see here is the rudimentary structure of a marine laboratory in the making.  Something only a young and optimistic person such as my husband would take on and see to completion.  Later there were ponds and pump houses and other structures and even electricity every once in a while to pump the water!

Isn't that water stunningly beautiful?  There was a little pocket beach off to the right side in this photo and we would snorkel there on lazy afternoons.  I would watch an octopus that lived in the corals just a few feet from the seawall.  Oh, you do not have to tell me, and as young as we were, we knew what a marvelous memory in our lives this was going to be!

Research, An Expensive Vitamin

Hubby got an email the other day from someone he had never met.  She was the niece of a research scientist that he had gone to school with many decades ago.  She was doing some historic exploration on her uncle, but not because he had passed away recently.  He had died a long time ago and she wanted to know more about him.  This uncle had taken a night dive off the coast of Oahu back in the 1970s and was never heard from again.  Some surmised that he had been taken by a tiger shark that had been cruising the area, but since he had had a diving partner who also never returned, there were other guesses of an accident and perhaps heavy currents.

I think this is a gray shark...photo taken by me back in the 1970's

I used to S.C.U.B.A. dive fairly often when I lived in the South Pacific, and I have posted on this time in my life earlier in this blog.  I look back on those years as if I was some other woman, because I never got out of the water until my tank was nearing empty; I was fearless.  Over the years, I preferred snorkeling, because there was more flora and fauna in the less than 30 feet water.  It was a wonderful time in my life.  We were young, just married, in good health, and the cost of diving, since we had just purchased a small outboard motor boat, was easy to swallow, as was the ability to enjoy the remote beaches sans clothing.  I should tuck a story or two away for my grandchildren to read someday so that they can think Grandma was just a little fascinating and not always a boring old lady sitting at home, because this was where my love affair with the earth kicked into high gear.

This is I next to some soft coral.

Crinoids which were my favorites when they waved their feathering "arms" in the current.

An other life form bored by all the paparazzi. (squid)

I remember seeing small sharks (3 to 5 feet long) at the edge of reefs on half of those diving days.  They ignored us and we just kept an eye on their distance and dorsal fin to check their mood as we cruised looking for interesting stuff.  (A dorsal fin is like the hair on the back of a dog.)

I digress.  Getting back to Hubby's email, Hubby thought back over his relationship with this former colleague and said he remembered that the guy was super-focused on his work which was to research cave fish that came out only at night, and therefore he had to do a lot of night diving before his grant money ran out.  There are always those that take dangerous chances for their passion and sometimes inadvertently give their life.  In spite of what conservatives like to tell you, scientists are like policemen, teachers, journalists, doctors, nurses, parents etc. They feel their work is important even if it revolves around cave fish, they do like their work, and they are as honest or dishonest as the next guy.  The huge majority of scientists are truly focused on finding the facts, taking that chance and making the world a better place with their discoveries, not on beating a drum for a preconceived agenda, or doctoring results so that they can get that pittance of a grant that barely pays for the boat fuel once a graduate student's salary is paid and lab materials are purchased.

I have worked very briefly on a committee reading and reviewing grant applications, and politics never came into the discussion on whether a grant should be awarded.  It was always whether the grant was well thought out, well written, had an accurate budget, fit the discovery of the granting institution and of compelling interest to the citizens. There were always many more grant applications than money to grant.  Scientists and their assistants spend much time writing even while researching and many good applications fall by the wayside.  Regardless of who gets the money the search for INFORMATION is the key.  (In this cave arena information involves bacteria that may have applications in cancer research, data showing changes and evolution in species adapting to environmental change, etc.)

There was a recent bill passed in the House of Congress (H.R. 1422--little chance of it ever being moved and signed but let's continue to waste the taxpayers dime) that has restricted independently funded scientific environmental experts from being appointed to boards of the EPA, because Congress feels these scientific experts "have an agenda."   It also restricts scientists that get grants from EPA to serve on the boards; I am assuming that Congress feels their results will be questionable as well.  The same bill makes it easier for petrochemical scientists to be on the boards of EPA though, because this will erase any "appearance of impropriety".  Pretend that someone who studies viruses finds that his data foretells a preventable epidemic and he gets his funding from NHS, but he must pretty much keep from talking to the primary institution and hope they read it and grasp its importance.. but those who could take action on it are well informed by pharmaceutical companies that have a new weapon against this self-same virus. (Can you tell I am furious with this ignorance or actually the greed of self-serving politicians?)

Research scientists that work for universities and the government are not the ones bringing down big salaries and making money off of polluting the air and the water and causing this documented increase in small earthquakes near fracking sites or the tremendous increase in carbon dioxide being now held in ocean waters---soon to reach its limit.  Yes, it will cost you and me money to breathe clean air and drink clean water and stem the tide of the rising oceans and mitigate the long droughts.  But at what price is a healthy world?  Although in reality it is too late to prevent some of this---islands and low lying parts of countries are going to go underwater and we will have waves of refugees leaving their sunken land in coming decades.  (A glacier recently calved a piece of ice the size of lower Manhattan and three miles wide!.)

As an aside, in my research, the FBI website lists eco-terrorists as more active in this country in causing havoc than ISIS.  I am NOT advocating that!

By the way, neither political party gets even a B from me on their environmental report cards. And sadly I think most people do not seem to care what kind of world the meek will inherit much less what they leave their grandchildren because many of faith in Congress leave it all up to God and those of money know they can build their castle high on a hill in a better climate.  I think Sophocles wrote, "No good e'er comes of leisure purposeless; And heaven ne’er helps the men who will not act."

Sleeping Bits

They lay scattered like Legos
Across the cluttered space

Hard for me to see
beginnings and endings
Hard for me to judge
rhythms and emphasis
Hard for me to paint
colors and shadows.

Thinking that there must
be keys of pattern
Thinking that there must
be swells of justice
Thinking that there must
be piles of hope

Selecting each small word
Rotating it like a jigsaw
Selecting each small symbol
Turning it like a key
Selecting each abstract sound
Listening for the music

to begin
again.

Shoes

Chiharu Shiota is a Japanese contemporary artist.  It is difficult to find much on her except she was born in Osaka and now lives in Berlin.  She attended schools in Japan, the United States, Germany, and Australia.  Her works are original and interesting, and perhaps, full of social commentary more than artistic spirit.  Below is an exhibit that was on display at the Freer/Sackler museum which I seem to be writing about endlessly these days.  It is an exhibit of 300 discarded and found(donated) shoes (not pairs) and donated notes about each shoe tied to a piece of red yarn that goes back to that point in the corner.  The artist has collected these over the years because they are reflective of the bits and pieces of our lives that we leave behind.  I could not read the notes while I was there since most were in Japanese. I later found this link that tells the story of many of these notes.

In this photo above I included the guard who was there, I am sure, to keep small children and evil adults from playing with the display.  (I wonder if some days his feet hurt?)  You can find some interesting information on the installation here.

Shoes are often symbols of our travels across this earth via our life.  I have not had enough courage to visit the Holocaust Museum, but they have a room full of shoes that once belonged to living human Jews with precious and important lives.

Shoes represent who we are and what we think of ourselves sometimes.  Symbols of our essence maybe?  Sometimes given more importance than they deserve.  I recently posted about shoes on this blog.