Monday, July 30, 2012

Environmentalism, really?


Think locally act globally!
Rachel Carson
May 27, 1907-Apr 14, 1964
Rachel Carson probably awakened more people to the cause of environmentalism than any other person. Her Book "Silent Spring"(1962) was about the dangers of pesticides. Although DDT was labeled as completely harmless to man, it was found to soften the egg shells of top predator birds. Silent Spring probably saved the American Bald Eagle from certain extinction.

It is easy to be a good guy, all you have to do is label yourself as an environmentalist. I certainly don't want to take anything away from the true custodians of the environment that work hard to protect nature from harm, like Carson and many others, but what hurts the environment on the other side of the earth certainly hurts us here. If you want to see what I'm talking about, go to the beach and try to decide where the junk washing up on our shores is coming from. For the most part... it ain't ours. What are we doing about that? Beside continually picking it up!

Recently we've had to wonder if some of the junk from Japan might be radioactive flotsam from the Fukushima Nuclear plant. It was built to withstand a 7.2 earthquake, but it wasn't designed to withstand a tidal wave. How do they ever plan to sell us on the idea that nuclear power is safe if they can't even get past an earthquake. Japan is capable of providing an even larger quake than they had that caused the Fukushima disaster. Why aren't we all screaming for better standards? Not just here, but world-wide. They have sold us (some of us) on the idea that we "live in a world economy now" so they can sell us cheap products that can be made cheaply offshore, but at what expense? What countries adhere to the high environmental standards that we here in the U.S. do? Certainly not China.

Some of you have heard me say, repeatedly, that the Three Gorges Dam, that was just recently put into operation in China, is the direct equivalent of placing a dam across the Golden Gate in San Francisco and flooding the Sacramento valley. The dam displaced more Chinese citizens that we have people in the Sacramento valley, not to mention that they flooded antiquities and artifacts tens of thousand of years old. China did this for cheap power to provide cheap products to sell to the rest of the world. What do you think that the chances of placing a dam across the Golden Gate are? We would be able to compete with cheap Chinese products then. We would have almost unlimited free hydro-power. Think what a boon it would be to the U.S. economy. Anybody that wanted a job could be hired for the construction. America would be sitting in Fat City.

Our chances of a dam being placed across the Golden Gate are ZERO, because, rightfully every environmentalist in America would be against it. Man woman and child would be screaming at the top of their lungs that it shouldn’t happen. Politician’s heads would roll, there would be rioting in the streets, there would be pandemonium. Soooo… why is it okay with all of us “environmentalists”, that are so busy “thinking globally and acting locally“, while using cheap Chinese products and being grateful for the “good buy” that we are getting? Shouldn’t we be thinking locally and acting GLOBALLY?

They say that the Three Gorges Dam generates as much power as 15 nuclear power plants, but at what cost? The kinds of fish in the river will change, the valleys are gone, the antiquities are gone. The birds and animal life will change. Some say the they worlds weather will change because of the size of the dam. There are theories that the dam will cause earthquakes due to the weight of the water. The people that used to live in the valleys and grow their own food are no longer able to do so. The displaced people were moved in to large apartment complexes in the cities. I can’t believe that they are, in any way, happier. Our own local second district supervisor, Clif Clendenen, just lost his job, in part, because he suggested that the people that live in the hills should move to town where they would be easier to care for. Say What??? Not many people like living in a town compared to having their own space and garden in the country. So, why did we, in the rest of the world, allow China to do this to their people? Shouldn’t we have been fighting for them to be left on their farms? If we live in a “world economy” we should darn well have some say over what the rest of the world does to the environment and their people. Too bad we don’t have a vote in this “World Economy” that we live in.

Eric Kirk just did a post on GMO foods, and whether or not they should be labeled. It starts out like it's about Kepler, but it ends up about GMO labeling. It was one of the most interesting discussions that I’ve ever seen on a blog. The comments were educated and articulate. My only hope is that GMO foods would be labeled. If your are going to sell me food, you should be obligated to tell me all about it. One of the points that was made was that we would need genetically modified foods to feed the world. Maybe so, but we wouldn’t need GMO foods if we had more space to grow natural food. In our own valleys we have replaced prime agriculture land with brick and mortar industry. A good example of that is “Silicone Valley” thousand of prune and walnut trees were removed from the San Jose Valley to make room for buildings. The buildings would have probably been better placed in the foothills and the valleys left for agriculture, quite the opposite of the plan to move everybody to the cities. Sadly, The San Jose valley was known by the Indians as The Valley of the Acorn Oaks. The oak trees were removed to plant prunes and walnuts. I don’t necessarily disapprove of planting a better crop, as long as in doesn’t glow in the dark, like some GMO plants. Or if it glows in the dark, it should be at least labeled that does that.

I guess my whole point is, why are some of our “environmentalists” so darned obstructionalistic locally, when they don’t seem not to care a rat’s patooty about what the rest of the world does.

Link: Three Gorges dam
link: 17 facts about the three gorges dam








Thursday, July 12, 2012

Richardson Grove realignment Bruhaha

In view of the recent Judge Dale A. Reinholtsen ruling on Richardson Grove approving of the project and soundly slapping the face of EPIC, who apposed the realignment of the grove, I looked back to a a time when blogging was semi-intelligent and fun. I found the following post in my archives and decided to make a link to it. Please read the intelligent comments!

Link: Pigs Fly

Have fun!




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Sunday, July 1, 2012

So sorry!

As much as I love blogging, I haven't been doing much lately... maybe you noticed. I do have a quite a few half-written posts that I have in my "Blog Drafts" file. Some are still timely and some are simply outdated, but I will probably go through them and see if there is anything still in there that will pique your interest. This is just a short note to say how sorry that I am that I haven't been keeping up.

But of course, you will be wanting to know why I haven't been here writing. Well the old cliche "I been busy" still holds true. I am very fortunate in these times that are difficult for some, because of the bad economy, I have been getting a lot of jobs. I hate turning down jobs for fear that there may not be as many in the future. Springtime is always good for refrigeration, but this have been a great year for me. Deferred maintainance can eventually catch up with people, and I believe that a lot of the majors repair calls that I've been getting are because people have put repairs off too long.

I have also been installing some new equipment, some has been in Fortuna. I bid the Fortuna job last summer and it is just now being finished. Gas prices went sky-high, so I tried to put in full days to minimize trips. Fortunatley gas is coming back down again, that and the job is 99% finished. I'm looking forward to catching back up again. Usually I catch up around the first week in July, but I don't see any end in sight this year.

I need to apologize to some people, Mainly Joe Erwin, who tried to meet with me for lunch. I was not able to reply in a timely fashion and my window of opportunity closed. Joe, if you are still reading, email me at my email address in the upper left corner on this blog. I don't get email addresses on comments, and yes, I'd like to meet for coffee or lunch. Also, a few other people have emailed me that I could not respond to, I regret that, but when you are up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to remember that you were trying to drain the swamp.

The part that I enjoy the most about blogging is the comments that I get. I think that this blog has the better  comments than most other blogs. Did I say that right???





Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Estelle Fennell Elected 2nd Dist Supervisor

Estelle Fennell has been elected as Humboldt County's new second district Supervisor.
It is a new day in day dawning. Estelle worked very hard to gain this elected position. She is a very hard worker and she is very intelligent. She will find ways to help all the people of Humboldt County to get their fair due. Her job will be made even more difficult by the whole nations poor economy, but she is capable of doing quite well as a negotiator, and there will be a difference.

 Estelle's partner, Kathleen Creager, was the second most involved and equally as hard a worker in the campaign. She is one of the hardest working "behind the scenes" workers that there is. Estelle had a lot of people involved in her campaign, too numerous to name them all, but it seemed that if only Estelle's campaign workers voted for her she would be sure to be elected.

On a personal note, I often wondered if my support helped her or hurt her more, and I expressed that to her several times. She assured me that it didn't bother her that I might have lost her votes and that she appreciated my support. She ran her campaign honestly and enjoyed the people that tried to help her. She took an "it is what it is" approach. Her first comments when it started to become hopeful that she might be elected was to thank the people that supported her. Her text to me at 2:23 AM June 6th was, "I love you, Thank you for all you did to help". I couldn't help but think of all of the things that I did that was maybe not that helpful.

I have purposely avoid terming this election as a "win or lose" situation. I don't think that anyone truly wins or loses in an election. It is simply a changing of the guard. But, I do think that the people of Humboldt County have gained a great leader.


Thursday, May 31, 2012

Irish Slaves?

If you have Irish ancestry, I do, your folks may have been sold into slavery. Sound strange? Not as strange as it may seem if you know the history of the British Isles. The British and the Irish had no love for each other. Indeed, Oliver Cromwell advocated the complete extermination of the Irish. Many Irish slaves were supposedly sold in Jamaica and other British colonies. I say supposedly, because, as you know history is written by the survivors, so room for actual facts are much debated. Some people even doubt the Holocaust.  Slavery was common in the world up until about the 1700s. Depending on what you term as "slavery", the Nazis had up to ten-million captives that were used as human medical experiments, used as labor in the Nazi factories and in the agriculture fields, most would call them slaves.

All of this is not to diminish the fact that America held blacks in slavery, and that fact is was very well documented, and seldom glossed over. Laws against slavery were passed in the British Isles in 1839 forbidding the selling of slaves, but there was still a good market for slaves in Jamaica long after those laws were passed. Just as many people today will do anything to make a buck, legal or not, I'm sure that the slave trade persisted long after laws were passed against it.

African Slaves were bought from African leaders that rounded up their own people to sell into the slave trade. The Irish were also famous as Slavers, as were the Dutch. It was much easier to get Irish slaves because most of them were criminals that the British rulers were glad to get rid of. The slave trade in Jamaica and Australia was mostly furnished from the British prisons. An Irish slave was only worth about one-tenth of what a black slave was worth. The Irish slaves were bred to the blacks to get a much higher quality slave.  They felt that the blacks could work harder in the heat, and the Irish were used as cheap breeding stock.  I'm not sure how I feel about that. It must have been horrible for everybody involved. The children automatically became slaves.

As I have said many times, we can't judge what happened in history by who we are today. We are all genetically the same people that lived two hundred years ago, but we are much better educated and we see the benefit of getting along with one another. Also, our laws are much more likely to be enforced. I often wonder what would happen to our nice cozy society if the law should happen to go away. Would that monster that lives inside us revert and make us the brutes we once were?

Please find the article below about the Irish slaves


The Irish Slave Trade – The Forgotten “White” Slaves

The Slaves That Time Forgot
By John Martin
They came as slaves; vast human cargo transported on tall British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by the hundreds of thousands and included men, women, and even the youngest of children.
Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. They were burned alive and had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.
We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? After all, we know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade. But, are we talking about African slavery?
King James II and Charles I led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s famed Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbor.
The Irish slave trade began when James II sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies. By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.
Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.
From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade. Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.
During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia. Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.
Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.
As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.
African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than 5 Sterling). If a planter whipped or branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.
The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce. Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish moms, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their kids and would remain in servitude.
In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women (in many cases, girls as young as 12) to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.
This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.
England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia.
There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.
There is little question that the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is, also, very little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.
In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end it’s participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded THIS chapter of nightmarish Irish misery.
But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong.
Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories. But, where are our public (and PRIVATE) schools???? Where are the history books? Why is it so seldom discussed?
Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims merit more than a mention from an unknown writer? Or is their story to be one that their English pirates intended: To (unlike the African book) have the Irish story utterly and completely disappear as if it never happened.
None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.



Some More Reading:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery_in_Britain_and_Ireland

http://www.raceandhistory.com/cgi-bin/forum/webbbs_config.pl/noframes/read/1638

http://www.africaresource.com/rasta/sesostris-the-great-the-egyptian-hercules/the-irish-slave-trade-forgotten-white-slaves/

http://www.africaresource.com/rasta/sesostris-the-great-the-egyptian-hercules/the-last-slaves-of-the-20th-century-the-so-called-white-slaves-of-the-nazis-a-dirge-by-lion/

Monday, May 14, 2012

Estelle Fennell, Second District Supervisor Candidate.

I support Estelle Fennell, so, I was looking for some of her campaign speeches and I came across a few things on youtube. The first ad that I have posted shows the county road that I live on, Blue Rock Road. There are worse chuckholes up the hill a little further, but this hole had the best lighting. It just goes to show you that you can be the star of the show by being in the right place at the right time. The holes around the corner are called "Charles Holes". (You can't call holes that big "Chuck")

So far the campaign has been very fair with a few remarkable exceptions made by both sides. The hit and run artists never sign their names or take credit. If they were truly expressing great wisdom you would think that they would be proud to take credit wouldn't they?

Estelle is a very good public speaker and is very good at making her point. She is practiced at digging out the story. Her experience came from her tenure as a news director and anchor person. She uses a microphone very well. She has had a life with a lot of obstacles that she has had to overcome, so she is very comfortable in a fair fight. When the local schools needed money she went with us to Sacramento to help get funding from the State. If we had not made the trip it is a sure thing that we would not have gotten the funding. She is not one to play the cards that were handed to her and chose the best option, she will ask for a better hand for us all.

I got to know Estelle years ago when she covered the Bear Lincoln story. As you may know, Bear Lincoln was the man that killed the Mendocino Sheriff Deputy in Covelo, then hid out. He finally turned himself in, but he pleaded self defense. Estelle and her news team went to Covelo to cover the story. Having been raised in Laytonville, I was familiar with some of the problems that they have in Covelo. I was very impressed with the detailed account of what happened, and what was happening in the valley with the Indian People. She was one of the first newspeople that treated the Indian people fairly. I liked her approach to not take the easy way out.

Later, I got to know her on the fire-line of many of the local wild-fires in the area, and most of the house fires. During the Canoe Fire, west of Weott, she stayed on the fire line and reported it's spread and the direction that it was traveling almost continuously on the news. It is my opinion that her reporting may have saved some houses, and may have even saved some lives. I really admired her dedication and the effort that she put out for her community. I became a lifelong fan of Estelle's at that point. She was elected as Garberville's Citizen of the year, mostly for her efforts on the Canoe Fire, but also in recognition of her dedication as a caring community supporter.

Now she is running for the Second District Supervisor of Humboldt County. Of course, she has my vote.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Homeless in Korea

I ran across this while looking for a Jack White tune. It provokes a lot of heavy thinking on my part. I thought maybe I would let you try it. Click on the "X" in the box covering the captions at the bottom of the screen to get rid of it, or you won.t be able to read them.



The rest of the story... Sorry, this is all that I could find so far.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

China, the new America


Payback is a bitch, or so it seems. China has gained prospertity so fast that they don't understand restraint. They smoke too much, eat too much, and they don't exercize enough. Sounds a lot like America used to sound doesn't it?

Please click on the following video about China's new middle class obese. Most Americans have learned about moderation and at least try to restrict their food intake. The Chinese people relate obesity with prosperity. They do not yet fully understand the negitive health aspects of being overweight.

This post is a little shocking to me. When I was little, and didn't eat all of my dinner, my mother would tell me how lucky that I was that I was not one of the poor little kids in China that were starving to death.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/health/jan-june10/china_06-01.html


Thursday, April 12, 2012

Milton Anderson memorial this Saturday

For those that have been waiting for this announcement, they will be having services for Milton Anderson at The Begginings in Briceland:
There will be a celebration of life to laugh and share in remembering Milton’s life on April 14 at Beginnings in Briceland at 1 p.m. Please bring potluck side dishes. Barbecue will be provided.

Rest In Peace old friend.


Click here for Milton Anderson's Obituary in the Redwood Times

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Treyvon Martin, George Zimmerman


For Your Information.

By now, everyone has heard about the shooting death of Treyvon Martin, a 17 year old 6 foot 1 inch, 150 lb, black young man, George Zimmerman is a 5 foot 9 inch, 170 lb, 28 year old Hispanic man that says that he shot Martin in self defense on the "stand your ground law" in Florida.

The news is abuzz with the Treyvon Martin shooting death by George Zimmerman. I myself just want to know the truth. I want a full and complete investigation by an independent party, then I want the details and reasons for what ever conclusion that they find. For some reason we never hear why the police reach the conclusions that they do. They never justify why they did or didn't do drug testing on either party. They don't explain what happened to set the public at ease that the police have done the right thing. Is it perhaps that they didn't do the right thing? I need assurance, the same as many others, that the police have reached the right decisions.

Why has most all the news services chosen to misrepresent the facts? NBC fraudulently doctored the 911 tapes. Why has Treyvon been pictured as a 13 year old kid in all the pictures? Is George Martin an aggressor? Did he chase down Treyvon and get in a scuffle and kill him, or did he turn around when he told the 911 dispatcher that he was following Treyvon and the dispatcher told him "I wouldn't do that".

The other thing that amazes me is that there are so many people able to reach dramatic conclusions on practically no bona-fide evidence. Also, why is it that the conclusions are so sharply divided along racial lines. I don't know enough to say who is at fault. I do know that most news services are no longer of any real service when most of them spread bald faced lies disguised as "News.

What about the lawyers? Why are they all going on television try to upstage each other. The DA says that she doesn't trust a Grand Jury to come to the right decision on whether to prosecute George Martin, so she is going to decide herself. That sounds a whole lot more like ego than judgement. And, two defense lawyers are out there jockeying for the best position to get their face on camera. They claim that they quit because they haven't heard from George Martin. I kind of wonder if Martin Really retained them in the fist place. The whole thing is shaping up like a civil rights and racism disaster.

The following is a Reprint From Politico
By DARIUS DIXON, 4/6/12 7:30 AM EDT

Americans are divided sharply along racial lines when it comes the shooting death of a black Florida teen, Trayvon Martin, a recent Gallup survey found. African-Americans are nearly five times more likely to be convinced that gunman George Zimmerman is “definitely guilty” of a crime than non-blacks, according to the Gallup poll released Thursday. Also striking: Blacks are twice as likely as non-blacks to believe that Zimmerman would have been arrested if the person he shot was white — 75 percent to 35 percent, respectively. Meanwhile, 49 percent of non-blacks believe Martin’s race didn’t play a factor, compared to 20 percent of blacks.Yet, an equal portion of blacks and non-blacks surveyed — 21 percent — think Zimmerman is “probably guilty” of a crime. The survey results were derived from a USA Today/Gallup poll conducted between April 2 and April 4 of 3,006 Americans, including 242 blacks, as part of Gallup Daily tracking.

Thursday’s Gallup poll gelled with the findings of an earlier survey by the Pew Research Center for the People & the Press that found opinions about the media coverage of the Martin case were sharply divided on race. Of those saying there was too much coverage of Martin’s death, 16 percent were black while 43 percent were white. In the Tuesday survey, 56 percent of Republicans say there’s been “too much” media about the February shooting, while only 25 percent of Democrats agreed.

Read more: Treyvon Martin

Friday, April 6, 2012

Columbus Day Windstorm, October 12th 1962. Humboldt Version

Steven Norman. Arcata forest blowdown (Not 1962)

Robin Shelley said that 70 mph wind, something I wasn't used to in L'ville, can be downright scary


I whole heartedly agree with her. Wind really bothers me. The scariest rescue calls that I go on with the fire department are windstorm calls. I’m reminded of Indiana Jones lowering himself by rope into and underground chamber, he holds out his torch and looks around on the floor and sees hundreds of snakes. He shudders and says, “Snakes! Why does it always have to be snakes!”. That’s the way that I feel about windstorms, “Wind! Why does it always have to be wind.” When the wind blows at night, I lay awake and listen to it hiss through the trees and wait for my pager to alert me to a wind rescue call. Most often our wind rescue calls are in lower Redway, where a virgin old-growth redwood forest exists. People love to live in, and about, the majestic redwood trees… that is until the wind blows and they start falling

Always, not just sometimes, the fire department gets called out when a strong wind blows. I always dread going on calls during a windstorm. I have been through way too many windstorms. I could tell wind stories for a week and not tell the same story twice. Some of the highlights are that trees and power lines are always down and people need to be evacuated. We had to rescue one lady numerous times, in numerous storms. She was in a wheel chair and couldn’t get out when the wind blew. She was always our first call in Redway in a windstorm. She lived the furthest in the back of the forest, so we would start with her and work our way out. Large, well established redwoods seldom blow over. Most often there limbs break off. The tree sacrifices it’s limbs to save the tree. As the limbs break off, the wind is less likely to push the tree over. In a strong wind, redwood limbs fall like rain, and often after a storm the forest floor is littered with limbs and duff. They are very dangerous. A person should never be in a redwood forest in the wind if it is at all possible to leave. One time this poor lady had seven limbs hit her roof. Several of them punctured straight though roof and through the floor in her living room. Needless to say she was terrified. Four of us grabbed her wheel chair, we packed her out and put her in the van and left. I think that was the fastest rescue we ever made. Nothing like limbs poking through the room to hurry you along!

Another woman in lower Redway, and her infant baby, had three large trees go through her house. Someone had told her that the safest place to stand was in a doorway, so, she was still standing in her doorway holding her baby when we found her. By then the storm had long past. We had to cut trees out of the road to get rescue vehicles in. The only part of her house still standing was the doorway that she was standing in and the fireplace across the room from the doorway. The trees that fell through her house had cut clear though her house and driven the foundation down flush with the ground. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t the doorway that saved her, because if a tree had hit where she was standing she surely would have been killed.

This same storm, an older, very overweight man that a neighbor routinely took care of because of his inability to move around very much from being overweight, suddenly became weightless as he ran across the road to his neighbor’s house. The neighbor said that he shined a flashlight across the street toward the overweight man’s house to see how he was. Much to his surprise the man came running across the street…. Strip bare naked, with blubber bouncing in all directions. He said he looked like a great white whale running in slow motion. Shortly after he ran across the street, a top to one of the trees falling through the mother and babies house smashed through the porch where the naked man had just been standing.

In a different storm, a lady lived just north of the brass Rail in Redway just south of her house were two large trees. She was sitting on her couch holding her dog on her lap. In similar circumstance to the mother and child, the ladies couch was across the room from the fireplace. The two trees blew down together. One skimmed off the fireplace to the left and the other to the right, both trees missed the lady and her dog, one to each side of her. We put her in a kitchen chair and packed her over the trees to get her out.

Sadly, not all are as lucky. One night we got called out in a windstorm that a tree had fallen lengthwise of a trailer house. We made a cursory inspection. The only place that was inaccessible was the couch that the tree was squarely on top off. Everything was pancaked between the rubble from the roof the couch and the floor. We determined that if she was on the couch there was no hope. We advised everyone to get to safety because other trees were still falling, we told them that we would return when we cleared all the other scenes, and we left on other calls. The family of the woman refused our advice to leave. They took chainsaws, cut the tree in chunks and removed it. Their worst fears were realized. I felt bad that we had left, we rehashed things at the fire hall when we got done. We were all pretty convinced that we did the right thing by continuing on with our calls. I’m not sure the family felt that way, and I can’t say that I blame them. That is the trouble with rescues… Sometime they make you feel really good, and other times, they make you feel really bad.

The worse windstorm that I remember was on October 12th 1962. I was seventeen at the time and not part of any rescue group. We called the storm “the Columbus Day Storm” because October 12th is Columbus Day. Original, right? I remember whole forests being blown down, all laying in the same direction. The loggers had a real good season the next summer, with all the trees laying in the same direction and they were easy to buck up and get to the mill. Part of the “poor logging practices” that the newcomers like to point to, were not logging practices at all, but a clean-up of blown down timber. Then, as everybody already knows, the 1964 flood followed closely after the blow-down. You knew that didn’t you? It caused quite a mess. But, you knew that too, didn’t you?

There used to be a very thick forest north-east of the Garberville airport, where the roping arena and log ranch house stand now. Most of that forest was flattened. Two men in a jeep pick-up were driving through there when the trees blew down. One tree fell across the passenger side of the Jeep killing one man instantly. The driver lived with non-life-threatening injuries.

All the roads around Garberville were closed from the downed trees. Pete Starr was a mechanic that had a house in Garberville, but his shop was in Briceland. When the wind came up, he decided to head home. He made it as far as the South Fork of Eel River bridge in lower Redway. Just as he approached the bridge, a huge redwood tree went through the bridge. It was an Iron arch type bridge. The tree stopped all traffic in both directions, and the bridge was severely damaged. Pete turned around and tried to head back to Briceland, he no more than got turned around and the wind really started kicking up. Limbs and trees were falling everywhere. He got out of his truck and ran for Whitemore Valley. (now Ruby Valley, the post office changed the name) He said that limbs and trees were hitting all around him. He thought about going back to his truck, but his feet wouldn’t let him they just kept running. He got hit with a few minor limbs and he was able to eventually get back to Briceland. He spent the night there and headed back over the Old Briceland Road to Garberville. Downed trees were everywhere. Foot was the only way that anybody could travel for quite a few days. Of course some bridges were damaged by trees and some were destroyed. It was just going into winter, which didn’t help with the road openings and cleanup work.

The only way that a person could check on their family was to travel on foot. We were very primitive back then, we didn’t even have cell-phones!

The strange thing about the Columbus Day windstorm is that it was far worse to the north of us, up into Oregon and Washington. It was the worse wind in recorded history. Wind meters where ripped apart. Nobody really knows how strong the winds were except through extrapolation. Please follow this link for a Wikipedia version of the Columbus Day Wind storm.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

California Superstorm possible

Meteoroligist Evelyn Taft KCAL, LA

Stand back non believers, I believe we are gonna' get some rain!
According to Evelyn Taft of KCAL in L.A. quoting Dr. Lucy Jones of the U.S. Geological Survey. California may be in some deep trouble of the wet kind. A super storm is possible. One so big it makes the flood of 1964 seem like a drizzly day. I have lived through the 1955 flood and the 1964 flood, and I have seen conditions that made me think that a bigger flood was possible. They say that the '55 flood was a flood that only happenes every hundred years, and the '64 flood was a "thousand year flood". So, I just realaxed and figured that I've seen the worst of the worse, and it was over. But nope, a storm so big and bad is on it's way that makes all other storms fade in comparison.

A bigger storm than the '64 flood storm is hard to fathom. Nobody that didn't see the '64 flood with their very own eyes still can't imagine how hard it rained. So, try to wrap your brains around the following storm description.

Dr.Lucy Jones, USGS

"Imagine a rainstorm so large that it would be like hurricane Katrina hitting every day for a month.

Countless homes would be destroyed as if a million tornadoes roared through the city, and the cost of cleaning up would plunge the entire world into an economic depression for decades.
"It sounds like a scary script from a disaster movie right? But scientists say this is no fantasy. It will happen, and will destroy much of California.
They're predicting a superstorm that would turn a flood control channel into a river the size of the Mississippi, and would literally wash away many buildings.
Metrorologist Evelyn Taft from KCAL in Los Angeles says the storm will dump more than ten feet of water.
"We could possibly see a third of the state under water in a storm like this," says Taft.
They're calling it the "ark storm" like the biblical storm that forced Noah and his animals into the ark.
It would leave more people homeless than the Haiti earthquake."

"Dr. Lucy Jones from the U.S. Geological Survey created a computer model of the storm. She says the ark storm would be the most expensive natural disaster in history, saying, "We estimate it could cost as much as a trillion dollars." When will it happen? No one can predict with certainty, but one thing is for sure—when it comes, it will leave behind devastation and destruction like we've never seen before."

Some of you may not know, but the winter of 1861-62 had what is reputed to be a worse storm than the 1964 flood. The following is a description of the flood on the north coast. Garberville didn't give any description of the Eel River, so we can only wonder what happened here.

Great Flood of 1862
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"The Great Flood of 1862 or Noachian Deluge was the largest flood in the recorded history of Oregon, Nevada and California, occurring from December 1861 to January 1862. It was preceded by weeks of continuous rains (or snows in the high elevations) that began in Oregon in November 1861 and continued into January 1862. This was followed by record quantitative precipitation in January 9-12th, which contributed to a flood which extended from the Columbia River southward in western Oregon and through California to San Diego, and extended as far inland as Idaho in Washington Territory, Nevada and Utah in Utah Territory and Arizona in western New Mexico Territory.

"It was climaxed by a warmer, more intense storm with much more rain that was made more serious by the earlier large accumulation of snow, now melted by the rain in the lower elevations of the mountains. Throughout the affected area, all the streams and rivers rose to great heights, flooded the valleys, inundated or swept away towns, mills, dams, flumes, houses, fences, and domestic animals, and ruined fields. Early estimates of property damage was at $10,000,000. However, later it was estimated that approximately one-quarter of the taxable real estate in the state of California was destroyed in the flood. Dependent on property taxes, the State of California went bankrupt. The governor, state legislature, and state employees were not paid for a year and a half."

Having seen the '64 flood, I really thought that I had seen it all. Now I know that I haven't seen nothin' yet.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Earthquake, tidal wave, coming to a beach near you... Sooner than you think.

http://discovermagazine.com/2012/extreme-earth/01-big-one-earthquake-could-devastate-pacific-northwest/article_view?b_start:int=2&-C MONSTER CASCADIA QUAKE
Copalis Ghost Forest (Foreground)

Wednesday, March 28, 2012 they are going to have a Tsunami drill on the north coast. These drills have been going on, on the north coast since time began. In the coastal Indian legends there is a saying, "when the sky thunders, seek low places. When the Earth thunders seek high places". What that basically means is, "In a lightning storm stay low. In an earthquake... run for the hills." Darn good advice, even in the modern world. With all of our technology, we still have no idea how to control earthquakes. They are many times more powerful than the largest bombs that we have made. We are still running for the hills in an earthquake.

What we know today that the Indians may not have known, is that these earthquakes happen on a somewhat predictable cycle. Say... The Cascadia Subduction zone has an earthquake every 245-485 years, give or take a few years. Our biggest fear on the north coast is a pop in the subduction zone that could rip from Petrolia to Canada, loosening a 9 plus earthquake. Land could drop into the sea, or lift like it did most recently in 1981? in Petrolia. Kings Peak got 16 inches taller in that little quake, and seashore along Petrolia lifted over 4 feet. It was just a mouse of a quake compared to the lion quake that we are facing if the Cascadia releases it's pent-up pressure. The Cascadia did that the last time in 1700, exactly in the year 1700. Let's see... that was exactly 312 years ago. If I have my math right, that means the the Cascadia is overdue, and we are in the give or take area of earthquake predictability. Wow... exciting times, huh? The Copalis Ghost forest sunk into the sea during the 1700 quake, and the remains of the dead Red Cedar forest still stands in Washington.

In 1700 the Cascadia earthquake was powerful enough to send a tidal wave toward Japan that was still 16 feet tall when it hit the Japanese shore. It was recorded there and the wave confirms the date of the last Cascadia super-quake. The bad news is that the 1700 quake was not the first...

"Oregon State University (OSU) used core samples from the ocean floor along the fault to establish that there have been at least 41 Cascadia events in the last ten thousand years. Nineteen of those events ripped the fault from end to end, a “full margin rupture.”

You have no idea how powerful a "full margine rupture is"! Now, I did the math for you: 10,000 years divided by 41 equals 243.9 years.  So we are long overdue for a major earthquake on the north coast of California. So, now you are wondering. "what are the odds of one happening?"

With a time line of 41 events the science team at OSU has now calculated that the California–Oregon end of Cascadia’s fault has a 37 percent chance of producing a major earthquake in the next 50 years. The odds are 10 percent that an even larger quake will strike the upper end, in a full-margin rupture, within 50 years. Given that the last big quake was 312 years ago, one might argue that a very bad day on the Cascadia Subduction Zone is ominously overdue. It appears that three centuries of silence along the fault has been entirely misleading. The monster is only sleeping."

When I was a wee lad I had a superstitious old great-grandmother that kept us kids scared to death with her endless “end or the world” predictions. I remember that she talked a lot about the “A-Tom bomb” that Russia was going to drop on us. I was too young at the time to not believe that the Ruskies thought that Laytonville would be some kind of a strategic target. The training at school was if you saw a long lasting bright light in the sky, more than lightning, that you should run inside hide under a desk and put your head between you legs. The joke at the time was that you put your head between your legs so you could “kiss your ass goodbye”. One of the things that my G-grandmother told us kids is that God was going to send a great Pacific tidal wave, that would come clear over Cahto Mountain. My uncle told me that she had been predicting that wave for years. He said that he used to run up the mountain behind the ranch house and hold onto a manzanita bush that grew on the very top and watch for the wave to come over Cahto. I still wonder about that wave.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Some excitment in Elsie's life!

I have been very busy the last two or three weeks. It's a tough life getting ready to go on a cruise, taking the cruise, then catching up after the cruise. Just about when I got caught back up, my mother Elsie had "a little spell" where her heart stopped beating and she passed out for a few minutes. She regained consciousness on her own, without C.P.R., much to her benefit, it hurts life hell to wake up after C.P.R. It has a tendency to break ribs and other maladies. We were very lucky. We took her to the hospital in Garberville. The doctor recommend that we have her transferred to a Hospital where her vital signs could be monitored and recorded. Well, of course we agreed. The Doctor worked for two hours on-and-off the phone to find a hospital that could care for her. It seems that Redwood Memorial in Fortuna couldn't take her, neither could Saint Joseph in Eureka, nor Mad River in Arcata. Something about a flu eppidemic and there was no room at the Inn.

It seems strange to me that no one in Humboldt could take her. I read just last week read that Saint Joeseph was laying off 50 people due to lack of hospital occupancy. Something stinks in Denmark. The Doctor asked if it was okay to transfer her south into Mendocino. Of course we also agreed to that, they have some very good hospitals to the south. Ukiah agreed to take her because there was no room at Willits. Before morning the situation had reversed and they had no room in Ukiah but Willits had a bed. Frank Howard Memorial put her on vital-signs-monitoring and they soon picked up an eradic heartbeat. They tranfered her to the Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital were Doctor Chang-Sing installed a pacemaker.

She is home and feeling great again, albeit a little sore around the incision that they installed the pacemaker through.

The good side of the week-long episode, is we discovered how many friends that my mother has. We got endless text messages and phone calls inquiring about her well-being and her progress. We even learned how to send texts to multiple recipiants... never done that before.

All's well that ends well. Today is my birthday, quite a gift to have a well Mother don't you think?


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Friday, March 9, 2012

I've been on a cruise


Xunantunich

Say {Shoo-nan-two-nich}





My wife Janis earned a Radio Shack incentive trip. It was a cruise from Fort Lauderdale to Belize and Cozumel Mexico. We are on our way back and I am now stuck in the San Francisco airport with a 1 1/2 hour layover. So... I need to kill some time. What better way than bloging?

I'm using a notebook that runs Windows 7. I'm using the touch screen keyboard which is a little weird for me.

It rained like crazy the last half of the cruise to Belize, and, the whole time that we were there. The locals were delighted because it cooled off. The rain didn't dampen our spirits, but our guide was disappointed that it ruined the view. We visited the Mayan ruins, Janis insisted that we climb to the top of the pyramid shaped temple. I tried to discourage her because she is not the most cat-footed person in the world, but what she lacks in grace she more than makes up in bravery. The steps on the temple are huge and they slope downward. Sneakers are slick as snot on the wet steps. I stayed under her the whole way to the top and back down, like I thought that I could catch her if she fell. I joked and told her that I thought that she was fairly safe, because the Gods only accepted virgin sacrifices.

Oops! time to go!
More later....

Sunday, February 26, 2012

R.I.P. Milton Anderson

Milt and Ernie, By Kim Sallaway
As soon as I get this ton of bricks that just landed on me pushed aside, I want to tell you about my good friend Milt Anderson. Milt passed away, I don’t even know when at this point. I just found out. I’ve been busy in my own little world. I should have known that something happened when I opened my email and found the photo, that you see, from Kim Sallaway. I went to read Kym Kemp’s blog this morning and saw her announcement of Milt’s passing.

Milt was a man of this earth. Anyone that knew Milt would tell you that if there is a “Father Nature” it was Milt. Milt only ate natural foods and he made his living working the earth, gardening, pruning and taking care of plants. Born of the earth, and now back to it. Milt is truly home now.

Milt was a man of contrasts. Other than the obvious that he was a black man living in a mostly white world, he was a good man living in a sometimes bad world. Milt didn’t like cheaters and came pretty close to hating a thief. Just a short time before he had a stroke he came into our store. As he was coming in, a man was leaving. Milt came to the counter and told the clerk working there that the man that had just left was a thief, and he was pretty sure that had stolen something. The clerk ignored him. Just then I walked in the back door and saw that Milt was agitated. Having known Milt for a very long time I have often been amazed by his uncanny ability to spot a cheater. We went back through the security videos, and sure enough the man had stolen a radio, tucked it under his shirt and left. We called to cops and showed them the video. Milt had followed the thief and took the cops to him.

We always have a pizza party for the employees when they catch a thief, we had our party and I tried to get milt to join us. I had even arraigned for an organic pizza for him. But, typical of Milt, he would have no part of it. He said that he was “glad to do it” and that I “didn’t owe him a thing for doing what was right”. And that he just “didn’t like to see his friends get ripped off.”

I can think of a thousand “Milt stories” through the years. He always made me feel like a special friend, as most everybody that knew him would say the same thing. I often wondered what I did to deserve being Milt’s friend. One story that I will tell is about how I learned to be a little more careful about being racially sensitive. A friend of Milts walked up to him and said: “Hello Milt. I haven’t seen you in a long time. I thought maybe they hanged you or something”.

Having been raised in a redneck world, I had often heard that expression between white folks. I really had not thought about the racial connotations that the expression had. Milt took it pretty much in stride but he said: “I know you didn’t mean anything by that, but I’ve seen my people hanged so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say things like that around me”. It made me realize what a whitebread easy world that I had been raised in. Can you imagine seeing your folks hanged?

Another time Milt and I were sitting on a couple of chairs on the stage at the local Harley Run. I saw three or four Harley riders wearing KKK tee-shirts leaning against the fence leering at Milt. It started to worry me. I asked Milt: “Do those people bother you?” he said: “Nope, But if they come back stage, I’ll escort them clear out of the run”. I got to thinking about it, and he was probably right. With all the friends that Milt has, the KKK boys would have been in serious trouble if they had started anything.

A man of contrast, Milt was a working man in a lazy man's world of welfare recipients and lazy bums. I don’t think that I ever saw Milt that he wasn’t working. Even at the town parties, he was working for the security people. I asked him one time, in one of our numerous conversations. “Why is it that you are always working? Don’t you ever feel like just kicking back a little, and taking a rest?” He told me: “Yep, one time when I was a kid, I told my father that I didn’t feel like doing my chores. My father said that’s okay son, I’ll do your chores today, you just go ahead and enjoy yourself”. Milt said that supertime came and he went to the table. There was no plate set for him. He asked his dad why he didn’t have a plate. His dad told him: “You didn’t want to do your chores today, so I did them for you. I did your chores, so I get to eat your dinner. If you do your chores tomorrow, you can eat with the rest us that do their chores”. "You’ll soon find out in the real world, if you want to eat, you have to earn it”, Milt says that he has worked every day since then.

Milt was not a wealthy man, he was happy if he had food on the table. That is evidenced by all of the fruit trees that he kept picked. Milts wealth was in his friends. In friends, he was the wealthiest man in Garberville. Do you know anybody that had more friends? Milt wasn’t any kind of an activist, he didn’t cross barriers. He just lead a good life and the barriers crumbled around him.

Most of my grief is probably because I didn’t visit Milt in Eureka as often as I should have. After he had his stroke, I had heard that he was in terrible shape. I agonized about what I should do. Finally his son, Milton Anderson Jr. “Toadie” to Milt, came in the store and gave me an update. I found that he was able to have visitors. I told my wife that we were going to go up and visit him. We went up to see him. He was very matter of fact with me. He said that, “I Told Toadie that haven’t seen Ernie. He must not of heard yet or he would have been here”.

He said that he'd had a “Little stroke and that he was getting better real fast. He was going to get some physical therapy and he would be up and about again, in no time at all”. He showed me where the side of his face was all numb. He pinched it a few times, as if to show it who was boss. He said that it “is coming back real good, already it feels like a bee sting”.

I don’t know where the rest of you folks find the strength to not cry. But I was cheerful and upbeat for Milt and I was able to not cry…. Until now

Please click on the following link to Kym Kemp's Blog: http://lostcoastoutpost.com/2012/feb/25/local-favorite-milton-anderson-passes-away/#disqus_thread For more comment on Milt.



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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Omai, Felix, what have you wrought?

Omai, Felix, what have you wrought?

Last November I did a post about my friend Felix Omai. Felix likes to stand up for the things that she believes in and feels is right. She felt a connection to the historic “Occupy Movement”. She identified with the downtrodden, and decided that she was going to think globally and act locally. She announced to several of her friends that she was going to join the “Occupy Bridges Day” and stage a protest on the Freeway/Sprowel Creek Bridge. She had assumed that some of her friends would show up, but none did.

She took a bed sheet, ripped it in two, and then painted “have you been occupied?” on both sides, then she clothes-pinned it to the fence on the side of the overpass. She employed some pretty clever symbolism in my opinion. It showed up like somebody airing dirty laundry.

Having assumed that some of her friends would show up, she didn’t feel completely alone. After she did find herself alone, she busied herself with doing some photography, thinking that they would probably be coming later. It was a slightly raining day, like we sometimes have in the fall. The sky had some large fluffy clouds, and the sun was peaking delightfully under them, like a child playing a game of peak-a-boo. She was in a good mood because it was a nice day, she was feeling good about herself and what she was doing.

As if to tell her that she was doing a good thing, a large lucky rainbow showed up in the sky over the town were she lives. She got into a position that showed her message, and the rainbow, and “her town” that she was defending like Joan of Arc.
All photos by Felix omai


Being in a good mood, she was feeling quite peaceful. Who wouldn’t be? She was in her element. About then, a lady from Caltrans pulled up, she introduced herself, and told Felix that it was against the law to place banners on bridges because of the potential risk to people and traffic, she explained that it could be a distraction and cause an accident. I wasn’t there, but I talked to Felix. I got the impression that Felix felt that the hazard to traffic was an acceptable risk for her to express her First Amendment rights. She told the Caltrans lady that she could take it down if she wanted to, but Felix was not about to take it down herself.

The Caltrans lady decided that it would be better if she involved law enforcement, so she called for back-up. When the C.H.P. showed up, they told her to take the sign down. Felix, who is a dog lover, said the hair on the back of her neck bristled at first sight of the one, rather large, CHP officer. She described her feelings as an immediate visceral response from him that she was in danger.

She reiterated her thoughts about the sign to the CHP, explaining that she would not take it down. At that point the juxtaposition between the CHP and Felix became confrontational. They asked her if she was armed. She handed the big officer the bag that she had with her, she said: “Yeah, sure…” and handed them the bag. She also told them: “I also told them there was a teency tiny leatherman on my key chain that had a blade maybe an inch and a ¼”.

Felix, being a trained photographer, had her camera on record the whole time. She said that the expression on the officers face was so classic that she automatically raised the camera to capture the moment. (My words, not hers) then: “wham they threw me to the ground.” (her words, not mine) The big officer jumped on her:

Felix: “I don't believe the word arrest had even been spoken. Now I'm on my face, tangled in my camera strap and with my left arm pinned underneath me. My "resistance" was my inability to comply with the order to give them my left hand for cuffing. With one cop standing on my feet and the big Nazi grinding my face into the pavement and kneeling on me in an anatomically inappropriate way. It was impossible. They knew they'd fucked up and took me to the hospital. They x-rayed me and took blood, cause somehow they can tell if you've got internal bleeding going on (with a blood test? Makes no sense to me, but I'm not a Doctor - but they knew they'd hurt me bad if they were looking for internal bleeding). They needed to stick me 3 times to hit a vein - inexcusable on someone as thin as I am - really piss-poor phlebotomy!”

The final injuries to Felix were, a broken rib, a scraped and bleeding hand, where they drug it out from under her squashed little broken body that they were holding down. A bruised face from where her camera had been smashed into it by the officers hand. Multiple bruises and strained tendons.

In talking to her, she had been disturbed by another person that had said that “Felix had been brutalized”. She said that she “had not been brutalized, simply injured.” I certainly hope that Felix never runs into a real brute.

Anyway, Felix’s court appearance will be tomorrow 2/24/12 at the Garberville court house. 10:00 AM. I really can’t imagine that her friends won’t show up this time. Even if you don’t know Felix, I expect this to be a Garberville landmark event, you should be a witness. I will be there!


Kym asked me to take pictures. Kym, didn’t you hear what happened to Felix for trying to take a picture???

Please read these links, the first being the post I did back in November, and the second being Kym Kemp's post that she did today.

Be there!




PLEASE CLICK ON THESE LINKS FOR MORE FELIX STORY:
http://ernielb.blogspot.com/2011/11/felix-for-crumb-sake.html
http://lostcoastoutpost.com/2012/feb/23/57-year-old-garberville-woman-faces-charges-tomorr/


If you should go to the hearing, be polite, respectful, quite, and be very, very observant.

It will do absolutely no good to make any disturbance at all. Remember, most judges have been around a long time and are very wise. Felix is very capable of telling her story, please let her tell her own story, and try to remember that you weren't there.

Seafood



Ben said...
Now, what I want to know is where to find some of the World's greatest sea food in Eureka...

Well Ben, the "worlds best seafood" is kinda subjective, but I've never gotten a bad crab at Botchies Crab Stand in King Salmon. The Woodley Island marina is a good place to try. The Sea Grill is a favorite with some locals.

Buy a sack of Humboldt Bay oysters. I love fresh grilled oysters, so they just open, with a little lemon, Fred's horseradish, and Tapatio Sauce. Yuuuum... A fresh caught local salmon is a great choice. Buy a, very fresh, albacore off the dock and cut into steaks, saute in wine, garlic and butter, serve in a dish with plenty of the sauce.

The problem with me is I never met a fish that I didn't like. Some people won't eat any fish at all. Some are fussy, and some are just plain ridiculous. I know people that won't even look at an oyster, because "they are all slimy, and people eat then raw, guts and all". Well... yeah, Humboldt Bay oysters are one of the seafoods that are certified to be eaten raw. Have you ever heard of anybody being harmed by eating raw Humboldt bay oysters? Now, compare that to people that have gotten food poisoning from eating raw sprouts. I prefer my oysters cooked rare, and still in their natural juices.

Just yesterday we were in Crescent City, we ate at the two story restaurant in the marina, (The Grotto?) I ordered their oysters. They sauteed them Scampi style... OH MY GOD, drop dead delicious. There is no other place in the world were you can get as fresh of a Humboldt Bay oyster as Eureka.

But we were talking about "where to find some of the World's greatest sea food". Anybody that eats a lot of seafood can tell you, the food that you get depends more on the person preparing it than the seafood itself. It has to be fresh! Or at least fresh frozen for a very minimum of time. Like Australian Lobster. I don't mind them being frozen for a week or so while they fly them to me. I like my lobster steamed, set on top the shell, brushed with butter, then broiled until lightly browned served with drawn butter and lemon.

I need to stop! I'm getting fat. However Ben, if you are careful what you order, about seven out of ten times you will get delicious seafood in Eureka. It makes it kinda' fun, in most cases the food is edible, and in some cases it is very rewarding. The north coast of California has the best seafood in the world!

Then, I haven't even talked about seafood that is available to us that live on the north coast, that you probably wont get anywhere else:
Clams, mussels, smoked salmon, ling cod, night fish, surf fish, abalone,... And the beat goes on. Ciopino, chowders, fish stews..........

Sunday, February 19, 2012

A world of possibilities




It seems like the whole world is crazy, except for you and I, but some times I wonder about me. I’m to the age where I really shouldn’t give a rat-patooty which direction the economy is going, and, why should I care about the environment. I’m on social security, plus I can keep all the money that I feel like making on the side, so my earning years are fading into the past. I’m not going to be needing the environment as much as the kids that I see around me that can text 5,000 words per minute, with just one thumb, while driving down the highway at 70 MPH. However, it seems like they just don't pay attention, or they have swallowed the cool-aid that we are better off buying cheap offshore goods, just because they are cheaper.

We jumped at the chance to close the (potentially) worlds cleanest pulp mill. Our local people screamed bloody murder while the pulp mill operated, because of the “accidental” spills of pollution that they had. Did in occur to anybody that the mill was being run by the same Chinese companies that we now buy our toilet paper from. If we were so concerned about our environment that we forced the pulp mill to close, why are we so eager to buy the same toilet paper from them, that was manufactured without environmental restrictions, from their offshore, and dirty, pulp mill?

It almost seems like a plot… I believe in plots, maybe that’s why I seem crazy. But, wouldn’t it make sense for foreign markets to pump disinformation into our rather naive kids into believing that everything made in America is bad, and all semblance of industry has to be gone, to keep our air and waters clean, and our soil free from the dread genetically-modified produce.

These things are all honorable, I believe in all good things for the environment. But, it seems a lot like sweeping problems under the rug to push industry offshore. Why not force other countries to comply with our high standards, or their products be banned? Aren’t our kids tired of finding out that food from offshore is often polluted? Don’t they care about the fact that PCBs have been mixed with the food that they ship us? Don’t we care that toys are painted with lead paint? I could go on, but I don’t think that anybody is so naive and ignorant that they don’t know about that lack of standards on the products that offshore companies ship into the U.S. Think locally, act globally. Balance trade, we can't continue to buy more than we produce. Hint: we don't vote in China! Maybe we need to get better U.S. leaders... doncha' think?

The plot seems to be, to convince us that their products are worth the risk, because their products are much cheaper than we can make them. No matter how hard we try, they will always be able to compete, they have no employee benefits, they work as many as 12 hours a day, they have no standards to meet. They dam up the countries entire river system for free power for their factories. The big one; They manipulate the value of their money to always be less valuable than ours, that way their products will always be cheaper than we can make them. Go back and read that last sentence again, if you don’t understand how the American worker is being cheated out of their jobs, that is the key. Now matter how hard we work, it will never be hard enough to go around the fact that they cheat us!

Why are we closing and tearing down mills and factories that are the standard of non-pollution in the world? Our steel mills were cleaner, our textile mills were run by worker unions that had good employee benefits. Then to make matters worse, somehow we are convinced to instantly tear down our mills and factories to be shipped to China to be used as rebar re-enforcement in their dams.

Now, we are studying how to build a rail over the hill into the Sacramento Valley, to ship cheap Chinese goods inland. Call me foolish, but we already have a railroad, right-of-way and all, down the Eel River canyon. Why not repair it, in an environmentally sound way? Forget China, do it for America, and the north coast. Build it to passenger standards. Imagine the tourism possibilities. The rolling hills of Sonoma, not to mention the wines. Mendocino and the Ukiah Valley would be big. From there, through Willits and on into the scenic Eel river Canyon. A stop a Dyerville, or South Fork, where one of the worlds most outstanding forests exists. Building the railroad may cost less than a cruise ship, with some amazing possiblities that ships don’t have.

The rail could even continue into Eureka to take advantage of some of the worlds best seafoods. Have dinner, stay overnight and head back to San Francisco. The trip should last one week, the same as a world class cruise. Heck I would even sign-up for a trip like that. We would be the envy of the world. We already have these sights. Why not take advantage of them?

Now, watch the disinformation fly.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Earthquake! Monday, Feb 13, 2012 1:O7 pm

I was on the road in Garberville at the time. One of the people that works here felt it, I don't know if anybody else did. If you every wonder about an Earthquake scroll down the left hand side of this blog until you come to "World Earthquake Map". Keep clicking on the location, as you zoom in more details will become available. Lastly the script of details will come up. have fun!


DETAILS:
Magnitude 5.6 - NORTHERN CALIFORNIA

2012 February 13 21:07:02 UTC
This event has been reviewed by a seismologist.
Magnitude 5.6
Date-Time Monday, February 13, 2012 at 21:07:02 UTC
Monday, February 13, 2012 at 01:07:02 PM at epicenter

Location 41.153°N, 123.817°W
Depth 32.9 km (20.4 miles)
Region NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
Distances 10 km (6 miles) WSW (247°) from Weitchpec, CA
28 km (17 miles) ENE (63°) from Westhaven-Moonstone, CA
29 km (18 miles) ENE (70°) from Trinidad, CA
50 km (31 miles) NE (36°) from Eureka, CA
352 km (218 miles) NW (326°) from Sacramento, CA

Location Uncertainty horizontal +/- 0.3 km (0.2 miles); depth +/- 0.8 km (0.5 miles)
Parameters Nph= 62, Dmin=17 km, Rmss=0.17 sec, Gp= 72°,
M-type=regional moment magnitude (Mw), Version=6
Source California Integrated Seismic Net:
USGS Caltech CGS UCB UCSD UNR


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Friday, February 10, 2012

Jerry Brown signs bill preserving school bus funds

Wow, Finally the wait is over. time to breathe.

Jerry Brown signs bill preserving school bus funds



By JUDY LIN Associated PressAssociated Press
Posted: 02/10/2012 03:03:39 PM PST

SACRAMENTO, Calif.—Gov. Jerry Brown has signed compromise legislation that allows school districts to preserve transportation funding after parents and advocates complained about losing school bus services.

The governor's office announced Friday that Brown signed SB81, which was passed by lawmakers earlier this month.

The bill alters a $248 million school transportation spending cut lawmakers included in the state budget they passed last summer. The cut was to take effect automatically at the start of the year because tax revenue was running well behind projections.

School officials say the cut would have had the greatest impact on rural districts, where students often travel long distances to get to and from schools.

The measure takes effect immediately. It allows school districts to absorb the spending cut anywhere in their overall budgets.




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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The value of experience

Do you know what this is?
45 year old Greenstamp cuckoo
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If you are getting older like me, you start to wonder when the world passed you by. We were driving north today when we drove past the truck scales in Miranda. One of my CHP friends is the local truck cop. I noticed that he had four big-rigs and a bob-tail truck parked at his truck inspection point. I made the comment to my wife: “Wow, Brian sure has them cold-decked today”. She said: “Has them what? I said: “cold-decked”. She said: “What’s a cold-deck”? I said: “A cold deck, like where they back logs up at a sawmill by stacking them in decks. The newcomers call them log decks but the old-timers called them cold decks”. She said: “How the heck would I know that, I was born in San Jose”. I said: “sigh”.

“Cold decks” were the logs that the mills saved through the summer, so they would be able to make lumber in the winter. “Hot decks” were the logs that were fed into the mill for immediate sawing. I’m telling you that, just in case you were born in San Jose or one of those other far away and exotic places.

I was moving some parts in the shop the other day and ran across an oil can opener and pour spout. I put it in a box to take home, because I change the oil in my rigs at home. It occurred to me that they haven’t put oil in cans for years and that I wouldn’t need the spout. So, what did I do with it? Throw it out? Oh No! I kept it to see how many kids would know what it was. One of the kids that work for us at the store, who is quite an accomplished mechanic in his own right, had no idea what it was. He is 28 years old. Crap, Did the world slide by that fast? I was just using that darn oil can opener a short time ago.

We have a Cuckoo Clock that my wife got with S&H Green Stamps about 45 years ago. It needs a little adjusting from time-to-time to keep it accurate. When it stops all together, I take it apart and clean it. I take the mechanism out of the back and blast it clean with a can of WD-40 with a spout on it. I call it “giving the cuckoo a WD-40 enema.” I wipe it dry again, and it runs as good as new. As the clock got older it would stop ticking due to wear on the gears and shafts. I found that by adding just a few washers the winding weights, it would run just fine. That was about three years ago and it has kept fairly good time ever since.

Now, some people probably wonder why I would keep an old cuckoo clock running, when I have a smart phone in my shirt pocket that has completely accurate time. Well, I guess that it falls in the same category as many other incredibly stupid things that people do. The only answer that I can give is to act as smug as I can be, and say: “If you have to ask, you will never understand”.

When I was working on the clock the other day, it needed a timing adjustment, I asked my wife if she still had any S&H Green Stamps. She said, “Sure. They are in the chocolate box in the kitchen shelves, where I keep all of that kind of stuff”. I grinned and asked her if she got a lot of use out of them. She looked a little blank and walked off. That’s her way of dealing with an uncomfortable question. Being a firefighter, I was trained that every communication requires an acknowledgement. Walking away is not an acknowledgement. So, fools rush in where wise men fear to tread. I insisted that I see the collection of “Green Stamps”. Barely stifling a snicker, for her having saved those worthless Green Stamps, I remembered that I couldn’t throw away the cuckoo clock that she bought with them. Then I remembered the oil spout that I couldn’t throw out. So, I sobered-up my face and started digging though the chocolate box. It was a real trip back.

She had full books Green Stamps, and full books of Blue Chip stamps, still unredeemed, and now, unredeemable. I remember how hard she shopped and worked to fill those stamp books, to try to get us something nice as newlyweds. Our toaster was purchased with Blue Chip stamps. Our silverware came from Betty Crocker box tops. There were a few coins in the bottom of the box. Some old wheatstraw pennies, and some Mercury Head dimes that I had gotten from the pump of an old washing machine that I was repairing for sale in our Appliance store. Along with the stamps and coins were some old Betty Crocker box tops, with the price on them. I remembered when every grocer had a grease-pen that they used to mark the price on the packages. The Betty Crocker Marble Cake mix was 56 cents. Was that a good price back in the early 70s?

I got to thinking how rich and widely diversified our lives were back then. Nowadays, it seems like everybody’s life revolves around a smart-phone. If their phone breaks, they go into apoplexy. What are they going to do for memories? Their lives are digitized and compressed into MP3 files.

We had real music to listen to. The kids today don’t know what good music sounds like. MP3 files only give you 5% of the music, the rest is deleted as un-hearable anyway. However, even with my bad ears, I can hear the degradation. If you really want to hear some good music, you need the listen to a vinyl record with some good earphones. Choose a record like “Black Water” by the Doobie Brothers. Now, that was music.