I know; you wanna read my Sarah Palin stuff ...

well, you have do go down the page about half-way. For a long time I had several small pieces scattered all around, so today I changed the posting dates on them so they would all be next to one another, and next to the big piece that most folks come looking for.

I just added to that post down there some data I just read today about one of her major accomplishments -- "ACES" -- oil tax policy and the results of that. Here is the data as of today: : “Oil tax returns filed with Alaska has increased 383% since ACES was passed….and annual capital expenditures have nearly doubled since FY2007 … 13% if Conoco Phillips development occurred in Alaska but Alaska contributed 34% of their income. .. oil and gas jobs increased more than 15% between 2007 and 2012." You can read the whole article here.

Donating a gig monthly

The last Friday of each month I'm donating a gig at this activity center. It's a great dinner atmosphere, open to the public and a very worthy cause. I'll be starting around 7 pm on the 29th. They took some of my other posters and combined them to make up this one. You can click on the poster to read the address and such.

Rescuer's Grandson

It's been so long now, many of you may not remember Captain Stan Shafer who ran my EMS division for years. He died in the mid '80's. Below, is a photo of him shortly before his death. He was suited up for a search and rescue operation, hence the bear protection he was carrying. Behind him is the Chisum Air chopper (which later went down in a blizzard killing John Stimson, my book Fire and Ice). Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I saw and took a really lousey photo of Stan's grandson, which he never saw.  Thor was suited up for a hockey game which followed my grandson's game. Stan would have been really proud of this little guy.

Local Native drummers

Yesterday--Sunday--I shot these short clips at the Anchorage Native Medical Center. The first clip is of the drummers .  This clip is of a couple of dancers .

My CD on KSKA FM 91.1

For my Anchorage-area buddies, Connie Huff from KSKA FM 91.1 said she will open her show at 8pm Tomorrow with "12 Barts for K-2" and end the show with "Cool Joe" from my CD "Cruisin' Anchorage".  She picked up my CD at the Anchorage Museum where I did a 3-hour set last Sunday. By the way, lots of former Cordovans came by including John Gomes, The Montgomery's, Craig Weise, and the Webbers.

Volunteering again....

Last Monday I agreed to be a member of the Board of Directors for “Dollars for Dogs” which provides dogs and equipment for the Anchorage Police Department’s K-9 unit.

The Public is largely unaware that the purchase of the dogs and the equipment does not come from City tax dollars. The money is donated by individuals and organizations through fund-raising events like the event I played at last month. The volunteer members of “Dollars for Dogs” provide and manage this service. In 1975 the Anchorage Police Department had no canine unit. That was the year Officer John Flora was
shot and killed while investigating a burglary. His widow established a memorial fund in his name, with the expressed purpose of raising money to start a canine unit for APD.

Ten years later, Officer H.B. Hanson, a K-9 handler, was fatally wounded while helping another K-9 team apprehend an armed suspect. A memorial fund in his name was also established to benefit APD’s K-9 Unit. Both memorial funds were combined, and Dollars for Dogs, Inc., a volunteer organization, was entrusted with the management of the funds.

Since 1985 Dollars for Dogs, Inc. has worked tirelessly in support of the Anchorage Police Department and citizens of Anchorage. This kind of support, and having high-caliber officers, has helped to make the Anchorage Police Department K-9 Unit known throughout the United States and Canada.

Our goal has been to ensure that each officer has available the finest dog, equipment and training to protect and serve the public. With the donations received from private citizens, businesses, veterans organizations, and service organizations like the Pythian Sisters, Rotary Club, Lion’s Club, and others, our goals have largely been met. The Anchorage Police Department does not have to rely on the usual government bid process to buy their K-9s or equipment, consequently, they are able to afford the best available. My son, Jason, is a K-9 officer and member of the SWAT team.

NEXT APPEARANCE

The "Book Fair for Alaska Publishers" has their annual event on Thanksgiving weekend, Fraiday, Saturday, and Sunday (Nov. 23, 24, 25) at the Anchorage Museum of History and Art, 7th and A Street. I will be there with my publisher on Friday 2 p.m. - 6 p.m. and on Saturday 10 a.m. - 2 p.m.. But on Sunday, around noon, I will be playing music for about an hour on the ground floor.  There will be tons of things to buy for Christmas presents, good food and drink, and (I hope) great music. I hope to see you there.

"Flapper" Melanie Shafer



Most of my fire service friends in Alaska remember Captain Stan Shafer who was in charge of my EMS division for about 10 years before he died in the mid '80's. Well, last Saturday I was playing the fundraising gig when a blond girl walked up and started chatting. I didn't recognized her until she introduced herself. It was Stan Shafer's daughter, Melany, who left Cordova about 25 years ago. She is a teacher now.

Because of the serious medical issues in the family needing my attention, I haven't posted much lately. I cancelled my gig at the Organic Oasis after 3 weeks but continued to work at home. Now, October 6 I'll be providing the music at a benefit for the police department K-9 program. It's a $100 a ticket event attended usually by about 250-300 people. Keep watch for the advertising of the specifics. It's a dress-up affair. Here is the poster for my new genre...

Dinner gig at Organic Oasis

I didn't want to announce my gig at the Organic Oasis until after my last Tuesday's trial run with my 'digital band'. I did the dinner slot 6:30 - 8:30 with smooth and bluesy, lay-back pieces. It went well so I'll be there again next Tuesday, June 19th. Stop by for dinner and drinks at 2610 Spenard Road in Anchorage. Incidentally, There's another jam session scheduled for the afternoon of July 15th at the Eagle River Elks.

Tim Whetsell back up from Portland

Tim and his wife April came up from Oregon and brought her parents for a tour of Alaska. They headed up to the interior to see Mt McKinley and Fairbanks. They'll be back tomorrow for a 5-day visit.

The Whetsell clan at the hockey rink

Blues Central jam

Still fighting a head cold, I missed last Sunday night's jam. But the previous one was such a blast, I'll be there this next Sunday. Hope to see you there

Jakes 8th birthday (red jersey) was Feb 16th. He and his 10 year old brother, Brendan, work with their new hockey equipment. Jason and Samantha have spawned a couple of future athletes.

photo - ADEC W. Ghormley

Q2 (Repsol's) drill site on the North Slope sits silently embarrassed and forlorn following it's fart and dribble heard across the nation. Following the rig shut-down, the mud underneath has frozen like concrete. Always erring on the side of safety, we members of the command center team have to monitor every phase of the well control and the clean-up operation. So far ... 7 days.

Update -- in the end, one month plus

YouTube Links

On YouTube, I posted two readings (with slides) from Lazarus on a Spur Line:
"In Memory" and "Upon Hearing Sarah Vaughan Sing 'Dreamsville'".

THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING! THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING! (again)

Since, Nome, Alaska didn’t get its pre-winter fuel supplybecause of a pounding storm, the Russian ice-breaker, fuel- tanker Renda has been clawing its way through the Bering Sea ice flow to deliver the fuel to Nome. Everybody knows that.

Alaska has had a good-neighbor relationship with the Russians for many years, going back to before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Our State officials were having congenial conversations with their folks, as well as between our Eskimos and their Eskimos, much to the confusion of the national, hard-line politicians on both sides.

In July 1988 seven Eskimo walrus hunters were trapped on a drifting ice floe for three weeks and not only did the Soviets perform their own search, they allowed our National Guard and Coast Guard to search Soviet waters, along their coast line. Between their forces and ours, they covered over 93,000 square mile repeatedly before the hunters were located.

In October that year, when 3 whales were trapped behind a large ice floe, the Soviets sent an ice breaker to assist the local Eskimos who were using chain saws to open a series of breathing holes for the whales heading toward open water.

In December 1988, a devastation earthquake struck Soviet Armenia killing tens of thousands of residents. At 7:00 a.m. I called the Governor's office and suggeste he send an Alaskan Search and Rescue K-9 team to help earch the rubble. Governor Cowper called me back at noon and said the U.S. State Department nixed the idea, assuming there were enough searchers over there already. So, the governor explained, he contacted Soviet Foreign Minister Edward Shevardnadza who wanted the K-9 team. So, Soviet Ambassador Yuri Dubinin made the request official and it was done. (page 320, of my book, Fire and Ice).

The spring of 1989, during the grueling clean-up operation following the Exxon-Valdez oil spill, the Soviet Russians sent their super-skimmer, Vaydaghubsky. In mid-summer, the 425 foot vessel cruised into Orca Inlet to say “hello” to us residents of Cordova. 41 crew members were shuttled in to town by local fishermen for a day-long visit. (page 202, of my book Fire and Ice).

The next year, before the collapse of the Soviet Union, a couple of ships on their way to Washington state pulled in for fresh water and supplies, bringing a theater troupe. They went to the high school gym and put on a couple of plays. We hosted, and fed them well. I and the other members of the fire department bought cases of champagne and met them at the dock (see right-side photo 0f one of our fire engines crammed with drink and ice. The photo was on the cover page of the last edition of the "Soviet Times" magazine.

HOW DID YOU SPEND YOUR WEEK-END?

I spent mine in the Emergency Operations Center with the Coast Guard and the O'Brien's Response Management. The ship "Golden Seas" lost power in the Bering Sea. Click on the picture to enlarge it.


I missed the "Guns v Hoses" hocky game and the Sunday jam session in Spendard. Well, at least I wasn't sloshing around out in the Bering Sea.

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John Voight in Anchorage

Actor John Voight (right) and another actor Dermot Mulroney (left) are hanging out at the Anchorage PD office today during filming of their latest movie. My son, Jason (in the center) is hobnobbing. Huh, I never get to hobnob. Crap. Jason and his K9, Alexander, will make a brief appearance in the movie.

Blues night, Saturday, The Blue Fox, 3461 E. Tudor. I'm on tenor with Rod Master, Pat Ryan and others. See you there

Sunday afternoon softball for senior citizens

I refer to Sunday afternoon jam sessions as "Senior citizen's softball game for guys who aren't very athletic". This is the VFW at 33rd and Spenard. Steve on harmonica, Jim on tenor, and Ted (in his '70's) on tenor. I sat my tenor down so I could play with my new iphone camera, then mail the photo to myself. Then of course I didn't know what to do with the pic, so I put it here. When we have an entire horn section standing together, we look good. Who cares what we sound like.

BEAUFORT SEA BROKE IT

I didn't break it, but with others from O'Brien's Response Management, I got to work on the operation to get it Oliktok Point near Barrow, Ak.

The Usual Suspects

Had a great time in Seward, Alaska. Seward area firefighters put on a great conference.

AIN'T LIFE GOOD?

Anchorage, during the dedication of the statue for fallen firefighters held on Sept. 11, 2010, an ex-Chicago firefighter saw the CFD patch on my 11-month-old grandson and took the picture to send back to his buddies in Chicago. Of course, my older son Jason (Anchorage P.D.) is holding him. Ain't life good?

Youtube stuff

I've been playing around with youtube (a big adventure for me). I took the video of the capsizing of the fishing boat "Linda's Draw" in the stormy Gulf of Alaska and uploaded it. The crew on the tender ran the video as they accompanied Linda's Draw toward Prince William Sound. Linda's Draw had lost their main engine and were barely making enough headway on the auxiliary to provide steering. And you'll notice that their jitney was on their fantail and further raising their center of gravity was that their power block was hoist up on their boom (rather than lowered onto their deck. After the capsizing, on of the crew came up out of the water between that boat and the tender when they bumped together. He became my patient when I picked him up and his collapsed lung required a "chest cut" in the E.R.. I helped the doc with that disgusting procedure and in putting the drain tube in. It worked
I put the 5-minute video on youtube.

Here's another one: This made national TV news and became part of a TV documentary. An avalanche ripped through a Cordova (Alaska) neighborhood taking out several buildings (homes). One was the home of one of our firefighters, Jerry LeMaster. It killed his wife and buried him 30 feet down in the snow and rubble. After 6 hours we got to him. TV news was there and recorded it. This is also one of the stories in my book Fire and Ice. Here is the3-minute news story.

In case anyone is interested in what it's like fighting a fire inside a 100-year-old hotel, check out my crew in this 4-minute video. It's not very clear, however.

Drill, Baby, Drill!

Drill, baby, drill--Alyeska style. As a retired fire chief, when I hear "drill, baby, drill" I think of a drill as a wheels-rolling exercise to keep your emergency responders in a state of ready. Here's last week's scenario for Alyeska Pipeline Company in Valdez, Alaska: Alyeska Terminal was notified that oil tanker TT CARRIER while outbound had a collision with M/V FRIDGE approximately 9 miles from Naked Island. TT CARRIER was proceeding normally inside the outbound shipping lane abreast of Naked Island loaded with 807,344 barrels of Alaska North Slope crude oil (nearly 34 million gallons). At approximately 06:00 CARRIER suffered a significant collision with a refrigerated cargo vessel (M/V FRIDGE). CARRIER's port side was compromised, opening 3 compartments and discharging oil. The vessel is listing. There are injuries on board FRIDGE. In accordance with the response plan, Alyeska takes initial action which includes notifying the shipper's company to dispatch their overhead team to Valdez. Alyeska conducts realistic on-water spill drills annually, pipeline drills much more often, and drill for contracted fishing boats (boom handlers) regularly. They've been doing it for 20 years now. Drillers and shippers in the Gulf of Mexico better drill, baby, drill this way. Incidentally, when I and other Alaska fire chiefs began training Alyeska and its owner-companies, we were conducting 6 - 9 drills every year. The bigger drills cost over a million dollars each.

"CRUISIN' ANCHORAGE" AVAILABLE

These 11 tracks (8 music, 3 poetry) can be previewed, purchased digitally -- or purchase the entire CD -- www.cdbaby.com/whetsell. The other artists on the CD are regulars cruising the Anchorage music scene: Concerts, bar gigs, benefits, and jam sessions. A big thank-you goes to Rod Masters for engineer/recording, arranging and playing keyboards. Thanks to Bridget Sullivan ("The best singer in the Anchorage area" Anchorage Daily News), who sings "Shadows and the Light". Leo Grinberg duplicates what we did at the Anchorage Performing Arts Center with "I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know". And Anchorage rock staple Frank Iarossi, did the recording/engineering, playing and singing "Moondance". At the end, 2 of the 3 readings I do were recorded live at Anchorage's "Out North Theater". Let me know what you think at dewey1@mtaonline.net

As of today, the following local Anchorage retailers are carrying the CD (in case you're out and about).

The Horn Doctor .. 1000 Ingra Street .. 272-4676

The Keyboard Cache .. The Benson Street strip mall across from Sears .. 274-3593

Metro Music & Books .. same strip mall as above .. 279-8622

Journalism apparantly is about the journalist

Alistair Cooke died in 2004 at age 95. He was about 90 when The Great & The Good was published. Born in Manchester England and educated at Cambridge, Yale, and Harvard. he had a sixty-six year career as a foreign correspondent. Last night I was drawn to re-read this book after about 10 years. I was struck by statements in his preface. Right after leaving Cambridge at age 23, he swore off the entrenched fashion practiced by the “intellectual wolf pack of London, New York, and Rome, that literary and historical criticism is the cutting down to size the famous,…” …”Dr. Richards (helmsman of the new wave of English studies at Cambridge) and his pupil William Epson (the first deconstructionist) came along to ridicule and supplant.” I wondered, is that when it began, in the ‘30’s? The duty of the political or historic writer is to “make his bones” by selecting an enemy, declaring war, and destroy them? Cooke later in the preface proclaimed he made the surprising discovery that those people who share their political prejudices—drastically cut themselves off from enjoying at least half of the human race.

Guess who's getting married. That's right, my youngest (31-year-old) Tim will be getting married. This good lookin' Alaskan Aleut, seen here playing in his dad's band, at his older brother's wedding some years back, will be marrying his fiance, April, next week in Oregon.

Saturday, went to the Steinway building downtown for Tom Lambert's concert. Lena Gonzales was the sole vocalist, but the biggest change was that Alto sax player Bill (somethin') left the state and was replaced by Tony James on guitar. Fantastic! Even though the theme was "Women vocalists in Jazz", Lena took up percussions for Herbie Hancock;s "Cantaloupe Island" and Miles Davis' "Freddie Freeloader". Bridget Sullivan (Tom's other singer) wasn't there. I think she was doing at gig at Mad Myrna's that night. She will be singing "Shadows and the Light" on my next CD. Tony’s gonna be in the Spenard gig on the 22^nd, and I’m takin’ my ax, too. Hope to see you all there.

Back to Cordova

Just a couple of brief announcements: October 16th I will be back in Cordova teaching "Leadership" at the fire department there for their Officer's course. Put the beer on ice.... Also, as soon as the "Foreign Xchange" concert is over at the Atwood Concert Hall, Rod Masters and Frank Iarossi (they're playing there, too) and I will get back to work on my new CD. Now I'm starting to worry that it might not be done by Christmas. We'll try....Since the O'Brien's Response Group needed me to re-cert my hazwopper training for my contract with them, I found an online course (resonably priced) that you emergency responders out there might be interested in checking out. I doubt that it is the only one, but it met my needs. It's OSHA compliant and is at Safety Unlimited, Inc.
And if you folks are heading for the Alaska Firefighters and Fire Chiefs conference this year, I'll see you all there (the week of September 21st). Stay safe and keep your wits about you out there. Remember, two California firefighters were just killed.

NEXT APPEARANCE

Because of the massive amount of events in downtown Anchorage for the 4th of July, Eagle River will be conducting it's events on the 3rd. Included in that will be an open-air concert starting at 8:00 pm at the Lion's Park. I will be playing sax with the group which consists of musicians from numerous bands all around the Anchorage area: Eric Baldwin, Sean Braendal, Rachel Finley, Monica Lettner, Bob Parsons, Gary Lamar, Shawn Ruddy, and Lisa Johnstone. Most of us had never played together before and have been reheasing at the Anchorage Academy of Fine Arts theater. We want to thank the fine arts academy for hosting our rehearsals. And, by the way, if you've never been to the Academy's theater in downtown Eagle River (on the Old Glenn Highway), you need to check it out and the upcoming events there.

Russian American Singers

Leonid (Leo) Grinberg is a Russian-American, gritty blues singer that I was honored to accompany on "I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know". He was kind enough to allow me to include it on the CD I'm currently recording and hopefully will be released by late summer. I will be playing that number with him in a concert at the Anchorage Performing Arts Center September 12th. But, a couple of weeks ago, we performed that piece at a fundraiser for the Alaska Theater for Youth. Joining us on electric violin was Lena Lukina, a young Russian classical violinist who tore into the blues number with real soul. I know, they look pretty American to me, too.

SARAH PALIN'S ACCOMPLISHMENTS

I wrote the following piece before someone far more skilled than me (Stacey Drake) assembled the information and placed at this other link. It's a lot more inclusive than my ramblings. Be sure to check it out here. Nevertheless, here is the thing I wrote that most people come to my site to read:

I wrote the following piece in July and it's been read by thousands of people, many of whom wrote and called me to express their gratitude. I wanted to write a complimentary piece without taking cheap shots at any other individual. Anyway, it was suggested that I post it here as well. Here goes:

"The last 45 of my 66 years I've spent in a commercial fishing town in Alaska. I understand Alaska politics but never understood national politics well until this last year. Here's the breaking point: Neither side of the Palin controversy gets it.It's not about persona, style, rhetoric, it's about doing things. Even Palin supporters never mention the things that I'm about to mention here.

"1- Democrats forget when Palin was the Darling of the Democrats, because as soon as Palin took the Governor's office away from a fellow Republican and tough SOB, Frank Murkowski, she tore into the Republican's "Corrupt Bastards Club" (CBC) and sent them packing. Many of them are now residing in State housing and wearing orange jump suits. The Democrats reacted by skipping around the yard, throwing confetti and
singing "la la la la" (well, you know how they are). Name another governor in this country that has ever done anything similar. But while you're thinking, I'll continue. Notes added below since the original publishing of this post.

"2- Now with the CBC gone, there were fewer Alaskan politicians to protect the huge, giant oil companies here. So, she constructed and enacted a new system of splitting the oil profits called "ACES". Exxon (the biggest corporation in the world) protested and Sarah told them "don't let the door hit you in the stern on your way out." They stayed, and Alaska residents went from being merely wealthy to being filthy rich. Of course the other huge international oil companies meekly fell in line. Again, give me the name of any other governor in the country that has
done anything similar. Here, too.

"3- The other thing she did when she walked into the governor's office is she got the list of State requests for federal funding for projects, known as "pork". She went through the list, took 85% of them and placed them in the "when-hell-freezes-over" stack. She let locals know that if we need something built, we'll pay for it ourselves. Maybe she figured she could use the money she got from selling the previous governor's jet because it was extravagant. Maybe she could use the money she saved by dismissing the governor's cook (remarking that she could cook for her
own family), giving back the State vehicle issued to her, maintaining that she already had a car, and dismissing her State provided security force (never
mentioning-I imagine-that she's packing heat herself). I'm still waiting to hear the names of those other governors. Ditto on the data

"4- Now, even with her much-ridiculed "gosh and golly" mannerism, she also managed to put together a totally new approach to getting a natural gas pipeline built which will be the biggest private construction project in the history of North America. No one else could do it although they tried. If that doesn't impress you, then you're trying too hard to be unimpressed while watching her do things like this while
baking up a batch of brownies with her other hand.

"5- For 30 years, Exxon held a lease to do exploratory drilling at a place called Point Thompson. They made excuses the entire time why they couldn't start drilling. In truth they were holding it like an investment. No governor for 30 years could make them get started. This summer, she told them she was revoking their lease and kicking them out. They protested and threatened court action. She shrugged and reminded them that she knew the way to the court house. Alaska won again. Yep, new Pt Thompson info since this posting appeared.

"6- President Obama wants the nation to be on 25% renewable resources for electricity by 2025. Sarah went to the legislature and submitted her plan for Alaska to be at 50% renewables by 2025. We are already at 25%. I can give you more specifics about things done, as opposed to style and persona . Everybody wants to be cool, sound cool, look cool. But that's just a cover-up. I'm still waiting to hear from liberals the names of other governors who can match what mine has done in two and a half years. I won't be holding my breath.

"By the way, she was content to to return to AK after the national election and go to work, but the haters wouldn't let her. Now these adolescent screechers are obviously not scuba divers. And no one ever told them what happens when you continually jab and pester a barracuda. Without warning, it will spin around and tear your face off. Shoulda known better."

#1- Oops, I shouldn't have used the "CBC" (Corrupt Bastards Club) depiction, which was a different unrelated event, but instead used "GOB" (Good Ol' Boys). Sarah's narrative is accurate, mine is funny.

#2- Another reason we got "filthy rich" was because her approach to State budgeting was exemplary. Check it out:
FY 2009 Operating Budget: $11,200,000,000 ($11.2B)
FY 2010 Operating Budget: $9,700,000,000 )$9.7B)
Net Cut in Operating Budget: $1,500,000,000
Total Percentage Cut in Operating Budget: 13.4%

FY 2009 Capital Budget: $2,632,000,000 (after she vetoed $268 million)
FY 2010 Capital Budget: $1,800.000,000
Net Cut in the Capital Budget: $832,000,000
Total Percentage Cut in Capital Budget: 31.7%

Overall FY 2009 Budget $13,832,000,000
Overall Proposed FY 2010 Budget: $11,5000,000,000
Net Reduction in Overall Budget: $2,332,000,000
Total Percentage Cut in Overall Budget: 16.8%
That's Huge!!

All that might explain why, before she left, she deposited $5 billion in the bank for a rainy day and also why--during the 2009 recession--only Alaska and one other state grew private-sector jobs in this country.#3- Also added after original posting "pork"
FFY07- Murkowski's federal requests total: 63 projects @ $349,497,000
FFY10- Governor Palin's federal requests total: 8 projects @ $69,100,000
It's 80% not 85% ... oops

#4- With the pipeline bidding process, we (the public) watched the entire thing on TV -- including the opening and reading of the bids.

#5- Re POINT THOMPSON added after original posting (from Tommy Report Petroleum News 8/09) "...Cashman also notes that it's unlikely that Exxon/Mobil would have started drilling in Point Thomson had Governor Palin not taken a tough stand with producers... Even under ACES, Exxon/Mobil and its partners should be able to recoup more than 45% of their $1.3 billion cost of developing their phase 1 Point Thomson project , it is doubtful the Point Thomson partners would have made the decision to move forward with the high pressure gas cycling project under ACES if they weren't in danger of losing their leases tot he State of Alaska."

(Feb '10) Well, they started drilling (the first drilling there since 1983. February 9th They hit a pocket containing 8 trillion cubic feet of natural gas. That's a shit-load of gas ... now equaling 25% of all the gas in the North Slope. Palin sure has a knack for making the right decisions, huh?

I forgot to mention in this original posting the a couple of years ago, Palin also posted the State's checkbook and ledger on line, displaying any check over a thousand bucks, who and what it was for.

Because of ACES, in her first 12 months in office, State revenues doubled!
Added 3/22/13 from A Whitney Pitcher article, since passage of ACES to today the following has occurred: “Oil tax returns filed with Alaska has increased 383% since ACES was passed….and annual capital expenditures have nearly doubled since FY2007 … 13% if Conoco Phillips development occurred in Alaska but Alaska contributed 34% if their income. .. oil and gas jobs increased more than 15% between 2007 and 2012." http://conservatives4palin.com/2013/03/whitney-pitcher-will-aces-be-discarded.html 

Almost as an aside, Palin had an unprecedented nearly 90% approval rating in Alaska. Then, literally overnight (somewhere around August 30th, 2008) we were informed that she had been totally inept the entire time. Wow, how'd that get by us?


MORE STATEMENTS RELATING TO SARAH PALIN ADDED LATER (12/20/09)
Since my Palin statement went viral and in addition was printed in her book Going Rogue, my blog site(s) received more attention than when it was used just to keep friends informed of my activities. Even my 30-minute appearance on a radio show originating in Missouri prompted questions about Alaska. So, even though I don’t intend to write political statements there are some things that I will address here (resulting from my preparation for the radio talk-show) that do relate to Sarah Palin:

ANWR
To bring it into perspective for residents of Missouri, I explained that ANWR is about 33,000 square miles, or half the size of Missouri. The plot being eyed for drilling (about 3 square miles) is similar to the size of the Springfield, Missouri airport. I was asked how the caribou might react to drilling activity. I quoted from Palin’s book that the population of caribou near the transalaska pipeline increase from 5,000 in the 1970’s to 32,000 by 2002. I surmised that after eyeing the drilling rig from a distance and noting that whatever it is, it doesn’t eat caribou, the animal as likely as not would go sit on the edge of the platform and pick it’s teeth. These animals go where the food is. They’re not stupid. To stop moose from tearing up the crab apple tree in my front yard, I have to leap – screaming – off my porch, banging on a cooking pot with a spoon. The moose stays there, but the neighbors threaten to move. In Cordova, after the airport runway was lengthened which accommodated boeing 727’s and 707’s, the local moose refused to be intimidated by roaring jets, snow plows, and sanders. They continued to cross where they always had until one of them was struck by a landing 727. The moose was vaporized, the planes front landing gear collapsed and it slid to a stop on it’s nose. So they put up a fence. I was driving by one day and saw two angry bull moose charging into the fence trying, unsuccessfully, to tear down the obstruction to their tradition paths. They just are not frightened by things that they don’t perceive as a threat. Period.
DEATH PANELS
Sarah got it wrong in her description of a “Death Panel” as a committee of bureaucrats indifferently resisting the pleas of those least among us. Here is how it would really work: You have a serious ailment and need a special treatment, but a lot of other people do too. Your doctor helps you fill out a computerized application for treatment. Each “dimension” in there (your age, gender, prognosis, income (maybe later)… your political affiliation…(probably much later… etc) would be given a numerical “weight”. Your application is submitted online. The computer program evaluates (scores) your application and places you on the list. Sometime later, your doctor calls you in his office to read the print-out he just received. You see you have been placed #8 in category “S”. With shaking hands, you flip the paper over and look for category “S” and find that “S” stands for “Sayonara “. You see, a real “panel” is way too personal and they don’t want to have to explain their decision to someone standing in dread and panic. The REAL panel is the group that designed the computer program with its dimension “weights”. That way, the people you contact to protest your ranking can feign torturous sympathy while they assert that there’s nothing they can do …they defer to “the system”. There’s no way you can grab a system by the throat to make it listen. You’ve dealt with organizations who rely solely on computers to answer you; you know I’m right about this.
BRIDGE TO NOWHERE
The mainstream media tries to pretend they don’t know what the “Bridge to Nowhere” really is about. Commentators said in mocked surprise that Alaska wanted to spend a ton of money building a bridge to an island where only 50 people lived. I asked on the Missouri radio, “how many people actually live at your airport?” Then I said, “Suppose you couldn’t drive out of your town because all the roads were destroyed. Suppose you could only fly in and out, like residents of Ketchikan. But then, a huge mote was dug around your airport and filled up with water, I imaging you’d like a bridge there”. But what happed is that after Sarah took office and started looking at bridge designs, especially bridges that would span heavily navigated waters, the cost estimates continued to climb. Finally, she said it was just too expensive and another way would have to be developed to transport passengers into and out of Ketchikan. Bridge to "nowhere” my ass.
PREDITOR CONTROL
What happens when a pack of animals eats itself out of house and home (decimates the population of its normal prey) lay down and slowly starve in the snow, or go off to when they might find more food? And that location may very well be that clump of trees right behind your house, where they crouch and wait… like in my town. December 20, 2007, three Eagle River women took their dogs out for an evening walk. They were attacked by a pack of wolves. One dog was killed and one was hospitalized. April 27, 2009, Two joggers here with 3 dogs were followed, then attacked by wolves. One of the dogs was killed. September 10, 2009, a hunter in the interior was attacked by a wolf. He had to be hospitalized. In 2002 a 6 year-old was attacked in Icy Bay, and last winter, here in Eagle River a teenager on a bicycle was accosted by a wolf and saved himself by jumping off of his bike and taking refuge in a nearby car. The wolf “mauled” the bike’s tires and seat. Yep, that’s what happens after they kill all their normal prey, they eat Fido (maybe Fido’s owner). Added later: May 2010, a 30-year-old blond, pony-tailed special ed teacher from Philadelphia accepted a teaching position in Chignik Alaska. She enjoyed the outdoors and jogged regularly. She was jogging one morning and apparantly was listening to her ipod and never heard the wolf pack bearing down on her from behind. She was mauled to death and partially eaten. One cannot be flippant when telling this tragic story.SARAH PALIN IS A QUITTER
True story. Everybody uses the phrase “Do the Math”. Okay. You have a job that pays $175,000 every 12 months. But it costs you – personally – half a million dollars every 8 months to keep that job. Do the math. Besides, she couldn't get any work done except deal with the law suits by the screechers.
EMPLOYEE EVALUATION
Let’s be apolitical and view things like a person who has been acutely aware of employer/employee relationships most of his adult life… like me. I have personally liked all of our governors (my employees), but was very pleased to see Sarah, as soon as I hired her to run my “organization”, she: 1- Cut my expenditures for the first time. Not the rate of growth, but and actual cut. I can’t remember that happening before. 2- Increase my profit share with the contractors… my split of the profits from my product. 3- Expanded my product line (natural gas). 4- Reminded our contractors who the boss was (Thompson Point). Yep, my new senior employee did all that a little more that half-way through my contract with her. Is that an employer’s endorsement for re-hire? You betcha.

Check out this short video re Palin. A masterpiece

http://conservatives4palin.com/2012/03/sarahpac-releases-game-change-we-can

Palin emails released

Check out these emails I read from C4P

Why was Palin's favorability in the 80's in Alaska?

Here's one of the reasons. This is not subjective nor can it be spun even by the expert spinners.

Last summer there were 5 potential presidential candidates that had records as governors. They were Palin, Pawlenty, Huntsman, Romney, and Perry. Here's how they ranked in dealing with their state financial liabilities:

Governor Perry -- Total liabilites increase 60.6%

Governor Romney -- Total liabilities increase 44.3%

Governor Pawlenty -- Total liabilities increase 66%

Governor Huntsman -- Total liabilities increase 21%

Governor Palin -- Total liabilities decrease 34.6%

This information and much more came from
http://pa4palin.blogspot.com/2011/08/palins-record-on-debt-and-liabilities.html

So did the tables below:

Radio interview on Sarah Palin Radio out of Washington D.C.

I think it was March 8, 2010 when I was interview by LaDonna Curzon for Sarah Palin radio

Reminisin' 'bout life on da wadder

Visit from an old shipmate

Back in the era shortly before this photo of me as a kelp-diver was taken, I was hanging out with shipmates in Cordova, Alaska. One was Bob Westover. I hadn't seen him but once since the late '60's. He and his wife came up visiting and we all got together. A lot of his memories of those days were a complete blank to me. I used to get drunk a lot and chase the ghost of Dylan Thomas. But we both remembered the night that could have landed us in a military prison. We had a hard-drinking warrent officer sitting behind 3 of us lowly seamen in a bar (Westover, me and Jim Beckwith). Mister Schultz took a disliking to Westover and kept trying to pick a fight with him. We tried to ignore him but he wouldn't leave. He intended to wait for us to walk out at closing time and jump Westover. The bar closed, Schultz walked out, and as soon we were walking out, he tried to reach passed me and grab Westover. I grabbed this big, bear of a man who started spinning me around in the alley. Beckwith ran up and with one punch, placed Schultz on his back. Then Westover ran up (in his motorcycle boots) and started kicking him. Then we left.

Assulting an officer can result in "hard time" in a federal pen. If that wasn't bad enough, we figured that since it was war-time (Viet Nam), they could shoot us. But, what-the-hell, there was no where we could run off to, in the middle of Alaska, so we just went back to the ship to await certain incarceration.

They next morning, he was no where around until about noon. Then he walked back aboard ship with his arm in a sling. He'd just returned from the hospital where they tended to his broken collar bone (thanks to Westover's boots). He never said a word to anyone about the event.

I noticed yesterday, the sixty-something Westover now wears crepe-soled footwear. Ahhhh, maturity.

Begich and Boggs Missing Plane

Last night (2/10/09) I saw on the History Channel, "Alaska's Bermuda Triangle" full coverage of the '72 disappearance of Congressman Nick Begich and Speaker of the House Hale Boggs on a flight from Anchorage to Juneau. I remember the sonic booms of the U.S. spy plane as it searched and photographed a good portion of Alaska. No trace was ever found. It must have been a year or so later that Alaska State Trooper Ron Cole called me over to his office in Cordova to ask me if my diving partner Don Endicott and I could dive on a spot near Hinchinbrook Island. He told me that a local pilot spotted what looked like a fuel slick coming up out of the water about a mile off the beach of Hinchinbrook Island. It's a place called Johnstone Point and is the site of an unmanned white alice navigation facility. Ron showed me that if a straight line were drawn from Anchorage to the Juneau via the normal flight path, it would cross right over Johnstone Point. The slick coming out of the water fell right on that line he drew. He said since no trace was ever found of the plane, perhaps it went into the water. Then, he assume, after a period of time, perhaps some seal in the fuel system finally eroded and the fuel came out. The chart showed the depth was about 600 feet, so I told him "no", we couldn't do it. I don't know if he had any other ideas about what to do, but I hadn't heard anything more about. In those days, most fathometers and sonars were not scanners as far as I know. Anyway, a few months ago, I ran in to Anchorage Mayor Mark Begich (Nick's son) and told him the story. Sooooo, if any of you out there in cyberland, knows where Ron Cole is now, could you let me know or have him contact at dewey1@mtaonline.net. I'd just like to know if there was any follow-up on that situation....Thanks. 
UPDATE: Ron Cole died January 2010. He was a good man. One time he flew to Anchorage on his own time and own expense and retrieved an old senile man who was in danger and brought him back to Cordova. He did that at my request. In turn, I would scuba dive to recover murder weapons for him or submerged bodies at no charge. Those were the days when people did things like that.

Talked with Bridgett Sullivan

I was at a party at Rod Masters house News Year Day. Tons of other musicians were there; some I knew, some I didn't. Some of them had spent time in the orchestra pit of the Anchorage Performing Arts Center (PAC) playing for Evita and Jesus Christ Superstar and such. Bridgett Sullivan was there (Rod sees her every day because she played Evita and is in the next production as well) and we talked about Henry Mancini's "Dreamsville". I have the CD where she sings Lionel Hampton's "Midnight Sun", and I suggested she listen to Sarah Vaughan's arrangement (which I can give her). After I got home, I thought about the song "Early Autumn" which is true poetry with a haunting melody. Even though I wanted mostly up-tempo pieces on my CD, I'd like to have those two ballads on there as well in addition to my original "Copious Moping".
Also, at the party was another guy with a recording studio who said he will try to work up the percussions I want for some of my tunes. Musician's union president Joe D'Entrone was there and it turns out he has a taste for the same kind of poetry I do. He didn't remember me or that I gigged with him once downtown at a store opening a couple of years ago.

Tom Lambert's Christmas concert

Last Sunday, I went to the Wilda Marston Theater for Tom Lambert’s Christmas concert. Tom Lambert was at the grand piano, Liz Santoro on bass, Bill Barry on sax, I don’t know who the drummer was, blind guitarist Tony James was the guest musician, and vocalists were Bridget Sullivan and Elena Gonzales.

Tony James played a solo piece that just choked me up upon hearing some of the substitute chords he created. His wife said she sometimes does that too. I also asked him if he knew any bass players that can play a slapping electric bass for a new arrangement of a piece I’m going to record (Joe Levey’s “Cool Daddy Joe”). He knew one from years ago but couldn’t remember his name. Later, when I asked Tom, he gave me the name of Carl Wilhelmi.

Bridgett Sullivan’s vocals were crisp, and ringing as Sunday bells. Elena Gonzales’ tone, was deeper and smokey. She maintains surprising control singing at the lower end of her vocal range. When she sang one song in Spanish, she reminded me of Sade. I was chatting with her afterwards but never told her that since seeing her last August, I’d been planning to ask her to sing “Dreamsville” on my CD.

By the way, Tom is probably in Cuba right now. He told me he’d always wanted to go there and he’s been studying their rhythms for several weeks.

THE O'BRIEN'S GROUP

An email from retired Achorage Fire Department's Dan Tucker was sent on behalf of The O'Brien's Group (TOB), headquartered in Houston, Texas. They are in search of disaster managers for mobile overhead teams. They are a contract service that provides teams of emergency managers to respond to major emergencies, provide training and drills related to homeland security, and consulting services for vessel security and many other related services. Dan and I had co-taught firefighting in the past and he was a student in when I instructed some increments of shipboard firefighting for Hildebrand and Noll Associates (haz mat specialists from Port Republic, MD). I called Dan and he put me in touch with Kristina O'Connor who is managing the Alaska office for the O'Brien Group. She and I will be having lunch Dec 4th to talk about what TOB is looking for. I'll let you all know what I find out. I do know that one of the local TOB guys went to Russia last year to test their response capabilities to incidents on their oil pipeline. As an aside, retired fire chief Mike Dolph and I nearly got the contract to go to Russia's Sakalan Island to teach firefighting to crews of their off-shore oil rigs. We were underbid by a couple of Texans. Hmmm? I wonder if there's a connection there?

Oct 15 Reading from "Lazarus"

I'll be reading my poetry on Oct 15th at the Out North theater on DeBarr near Bragaw Street. I'll be reading from "Lazarus on a Spur Line". The Poetry Parley on the works of Poe starts at 7:00 pm. I'll be on after that. By the way, you might want to check out the Tony Award winning HBO Def Poetry Jam Slam Poet Georgia Me ("Queen of Spoken Word") the week before on October 6th. And the following month, on Novemeber 1st, check out Rafael Casal. See their entire schedule, visit the Out North website
Dewey

Fire Service Conference, Juneau, Alaska

After 5 days in Juneau (and nights), I dragged back to Eagle River remembering why I love the fire service. I want to thank all the firefighters and fire officers who attended my classes of disaster response and recovery. The material was taken right out of my book, "Fire and Ice", which many of you purchased. I hope you enjoy the rest of the book and I'm sure I'll see some of you for my classes at the EMS Symposium November 12-15. By the way, everyone is still talking about the speech made by Chief Bobby Halton (ret.) the Editor in Chief of Fire Engineering Magazine.

"Emotionally Disturbed"

Did you hear that Stu Schulman's new CD "Emotionally Disturbed" is done and ready for sale? It's $15 bucks (apparantly Stu met someone who actually has 15 bucks) and is available initially through Surreal Studios. Can't wait to hear it. The first time I gigged with Stu, during a lull, he started playing "Over the Rainbow" on peddle steel. I joined in on tenor, and it was haunting. Congratulations, Stu.
Dewey

Alaska State Fair Gig

Last night at the State Fair’s “Sluice Box” the Matt Hammer Band scored a knock-out. We played for 2 hours and rocked the house. On stage was Matt Hammer, Lona, John Nyman (drums), Frank Iarossi (bass), Stu Schulman (pedal steel), Doc Schultz, Ed Christiansen (lead gtr). Not there from the recording sessions of Surreal Sessions were Kurt Rieman (organ), Mike Merrill (tenor sax), Kyle Stersic (alto sax),and Paul Schlomer (harmonica). I noticed Matt’s daughter snapping some photos but I don’t know if they will make it onto his website or not.

Poetry Gig

I'd been searching for poetry readings around Anchorage and couldn't find any, even after contacting Leo Josey aka "Black Verb", a local poetry slam coordinator. Then I found "Out North" on DeBarr road and went there last Wednesday (8/6/08). The "Poetry Parley" featured numerous readings of e.e. cummings' work. Jon Minton put it together. After about 45 minutes of cummings, Faye Sikora got up to finish off the evening. Faye is a prize-winning slam poet and is connected to the local production group "Speak Easy", a spoken arts outfit that--as it turns out--performs Sundays at the House of Rock (used to be Fly-By-Night Club) in Spendard. But here's whats cool, Out North will hoste the Poetry Parley once a month and also the Poetry Slams once a month. For more information email poetryparley@gmail.com or platinumproductionsalaska@yahoo.com for the slam info. Or you can go to this website: mynameiswisdom.com

The Snow Goose Gig

Last night (7/24/08) the banquet room at the Snow Goose was filled with the musicians featured on Matt Hammer's new CD "Surreal Sessions", and a cadre of loyal Hammer fans for the CD release party. First, each number on the CD was performed live on the stage by the musicians who recorded those tracks. Unfortunately, saxophonists Mike Merrill and Kyle Stersic weren't able to attend, but it gave me a chance to play their solos on their pieces as well as my own on "San Diego Serenade". Kurt Rieman was there (owner of Surreal Recording Studio, and organist of the CD), but he only records and never plays live gigs. That was too bad, I'd love to see him play. Also, Paul Schlomer (harmonica) was absent and we hope he's feeling better soon. We all had a great time. The food was good, the cake was great, and the free-form last hour of music was a kick. Oh, if you weren't there, you missed a terrific drum solo by John Nyman. I noticed someone was shooting pictures of us and I imagine they'll eventually be posted on Matt's website (www.heymatt.com)

A real web log.

After writing my books, I had (have) material left over. So, I'll post some of the left-overs here along with a journal and new brain twitches. For insights and reviews of my books, and audio downloads, refer to my website: http://www.deweywhetsell.com and from there to my other 2 blogspots.
Contact me at dewey1@mtaonline.net

The Blue Ball (the one living dot)

Reading Simon Winchester’s A Crack In The Edge Of The World (Harper Perennial), about the ’06 San Francisco earthquake, he quoted Lewis Thomas regarding the view of the earth from the moon with the earth looking alive. Astronauts saw the moon they were standing on as “dry, pounded surface… dry as an old bone. Aloft, floating free beneath the moist gleaming, membrane of bright blue sky, is the rising earth, the only exuberant thing in this part of the cosmos…organized, self-contained look of a live creature.” Winchester himself described the planet as “one entire and immense system….It is a living system four and a half billion years old….meanwhile there is life, almost in global terms a brief irrelevance…the blue and green and white ball that was hanging in the ink black sky.”

In my poem Lazarus on a Spur Line I described the contrast between a deserted railroad train car, a rusting inanimate—lifeless—object, upon which, inexplicably, life begins to grow. The greatest mystery of all. But I’d never thought about that on such a cosmic scale as Thomas or Winchester.

The universe, the cosmos, I wonder which word describes the “out there” with the greatest immensity? Scientists have pondered what lies at the outer edge of the universe? One physicist says it doesn’t end. Can that be? If the universe is nothingness, then I suppose that nothingness doesn’t end, because if it did, it would have to end in something. What something? I mean, is there anything more nothing than space? Is there anything more dead, more silent, more cold, more black, more forlorn, more empty? Well…it’s not empty. There’s planets and stars. But look at the other planets—the ones we’ve been able to see. “Dry pounded surface…dry as an old bone.” Gray as concrete dust floating in the cold, silent, dead-black, black-dead, ghost-gray, dead body gray, mummy-dust they are. Yeah, certainly as far as the eye can see or Hubble can be, and maybe as far as far is, and is is forever. Except…except…what the bloody-hell is that? The one thing in that immenseness that never ends, the one thing that is not a star, yet glows; iridescent, luminescent, bright as first life…a baby’s smile…the blue ball…“…the blue and green and white ball hanging in it’s ink-black sky…one organized entire immense living system…with the self-contained look of a live creature…a gleaming membrane of bright blue sky, this rising earth…the only exuberant thing in this part of the cosmos.” One solitary, tiny ball suspended in eternal and endless nothingness. What are the odds? Join me for a drink, Laz?

Snapshots (of 34 years on the line)

When I began writing my 3^rd book, I started with some exercises based on my memories. I remarked to myself that people remember, not in epochs, but in snapshots. So I jotted down numerous snapshots. Then in the year it took me to write the book "Fire and Ice" I'd forgotten about my list of snapshots and never inserted them in the book. There's not enough to justify another book, but too dear to me to throw away like table scraps. So, I thought I'd put them here. These are some snapshot taken during my 34 years in firefighting, ambulance runs and search and rescue operations in Alaska. I'll lay them out like poetry….

Thirty-four years on the line pounds images
into random flashes of scenes in no order nor logic.
Mostly, we remember, not in epochs but in snapshots.
Sometimes I flip through these snapshots after I turn off the light.

I've seen the ER doc absently brush chunks of vomit off her smock at three a.m.
as the bleary-eyed medics stood like numb statues,
the snow flakes melting on their jackets.

Huddled in the lee of boulders barely big enough
to offer protection against the moaning wind.

I've stood in front of the crowded Saturday night sidewalks
as our medics picked him foul and witless from the pavement.
Sympathetic Joanie; sober and meticulous Vicki; amused Kyle;
backdropped by the jovially bellowing crowd

Joanie always saw the best in everyone,
always had a kind and uplifting comment for the least of us.
And she meant them.
Regarding others, for her the glass was always half full and filling up fast.

Vicki, the captain, would be the last to seek peer approval.
She was straight forward and never bothered seeking homogenized words.
She laughed readily or spit out admonishments whenever needed.

A simple, early-evening house fire.
Gently blowing curtains of gray smoke
wisping through the sidewalk crowd –
silent people with handkerchiefs to their noses.

A rescue operation in the dead of winter
and the fog of exhaled breaths puffing in the moonlight
while everyone else in town slept

The father of a dead child can't absorb the finality of it,
clutches the child's shoe and can't let go

Young people committing suicide….
No – too sterile
Young people killing themselves.

Firefighters at night: Red flashing lights flickering against greasy faces;
streams of rain water running off helmet brims and
Glistening on the black coats under the stark lights of the fire engines.
Looking up at the streaks of rain cutting through the harsh street lights.

The middle-aged transient man who lived his life alone,
found dead in his bed, looking like an over-inflated rubber doll.
He was swollen and dark, completely naked
except for the white glove on his right hand.
We strangers had to move him.
His final humiliation.

The silent and beaten crew at the fire station, drinking beer,
glances at me because I'm supposed to say something,
but I'm too beaten to think.
Our most veteran member says, "God decides who lives and dies. You don't."
and puts an end to it.

Jammin' at Eagle River's "NORTH SLOPE"

Not only is Thursday an odd day for jam sessions, but jammin' with a horn section is really odd nowdays. And if I had a photo of Kyle on alto sax or Steve on flute, I'd post them, too. But as it is, here's what I've got: On the left (bari sax) is Eli who drives all the way in from Girdwood. Mike (center) on tenor...he owns the place. That's why I always make sure his solos are better than mine. That's me on the right...I'm up to bat. Matt Hammer runs the jam (thats him in the sidebar...the back of his nw CD. In total, a dozen or so musicians shake the timbers on jam night. Soooooo, if you're ever in the area (Eagle River, Alaska), stop by for some rock, jazz, blues, and country.

Listening to Rock n Roll reminds me of what PhD Morris Massey said about the ‘60s advertising promotion of the Ford Mustang: “Mustang makes it happen.” Everybody went out and bought Mustangs, then sat around and waited for something to happen. Nothing did. I’ve always liked Rock n Roll but the drive and tone leads people to think that something exciting is about to happen. People bounce around for 3 minutes, getting excited, at the end of the song, they stop and look around. But nothing’s happened. It’s musical accompaniment to inconsequential movement. That’s fine with me, but I think it’s funny.Now, jazz, although early on was based on the tempo and rhythm, later became food for the connoisseur of tones, chords and spontaneous creativity. Phil Gleason said watching a jazz musician improvise is like watching a poet compose a poem right in front of a crowd. Whatever he creates on the spot, he delivers with no chance of revising it. What you hear is what he invented the second you heard it, with no chance to correct mistakes. The entertainment of jazz is in watching the craftsman create and deliver the variations of phrasings.

In the late 60’s it became synonymous with the intellectual – mystical in it’s depth…peeing into the soul. Well over-dramatized. But many art forms, accredited with deep introspection created awe in spectators. Authors from Tennessee Williams to Jack Kaorak donned facial expressions and postures of world-weary wisdom. Well, why not? I feel nostalgic thinking back on those days. Hemingway was an icon, the act of writing was revered, peering into the soul of man now days is clinical and cynical. Miles Davis and John Coltrane were Ayatollahs of a music form that kept people spell-bound. Listeners hung on every note. Two or four bar phrasings were composed like lines of poetry. The tone, texture, volume, and attitude of the musician were like reading the lines aloud. The music itself spawned poetry and painting. Album covers like Mancini’s “Peter Gunn”, or a Getz/Bryd album sported paintings.

The works of composers that have survived for four hundred years, the classical works, have been studied and performed all these centuries are listened to with reverence. But listening to one pianist playing a Beethoven piece, is not much different than listening to another pianist playing the same piece. It has occurred to me that it is the mastery of finger dexterity rather than creativity: Mechanical repetition leading to duplication. On the other hand, the Modern Jazz Quartet, played Bach in an entirely unique way. With a classical orchestra they played it through completely. Then the orchestra backed away while the MJQ improvised spontaneously, meticulously running riffs over the chord changes until it was time for the orchestra to join in again to play it as written again. One jazz pianist was caught playing classical pieces one afternoon in the night club he’d been performing at. He said he did it to practice. I have a CD with jazz flutist Hubert Laws playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Not so rare. Now hearing a classical musician play jazz, well, that would be an oddity.

PAULIE WALNUTS AND THE CAT

Tony “T” Soprano is the head of the New Jersey mafia family. His enforcer is Paulie Walnuts. Paulie’s been around a while and was the enforcer for the previous family boss, Tony’s dad. So now Paulie is in his sixties but tries to keep in shape by lifting weights. Paulie was the toughest member there even when shooting an old colleague and friend “Big Pussy”.
Well, some of the guys from Tony’s crew sort of adopted an orange cat that they found and the cat hangs around the office which is a back room of the strip club, Bada Bing. But in the office the orange cat sits motionless on the table staring at the wall-mounted photo of recently deceased gang member, Christopher.It gives Paulie the creeps who, at one point, was going to chase it away with a broom. The photo was moved, and the cat stood at the new location and stared at it.
Near the end of the episode, Paulie in near panic reveals to ”T” (while they sat at the sidewalk table in the sun) that when he (Paulie) went to meet a guy in the wee hours at the deserted Bada Bing, he swears he saw—for just a second—the Virgin Mary in there. Paulie had previously been humbled having barely survived prostate cancer. He reveals now his ominous feeling of doom when the cat is around. He’s certain that with his murderous past, his afterlife will be really fucked. Anyway, “T” doesn’t get it, and just blows it off. Paulie suspects the cat knows something that no one else knows. The cat follows him around whenever it isn’t staring at the photo of dead Chris.



You’ve been falling apart lately, Paulie Walnuts.
Being the same age, I understand.
But ‘dis takes the fockin’ cake.
Aw, Paulie…Christopher’s cat visits Chris’s distant dimension,
But straddles the space to yours.
And even if nobody else knows who he is,
you do.

But you can’t scat the cat with your broom.
He, in his omnipotence, is not the devil.
You see, the devil is an evil creature;
But this cat’s not that personal.
He is merely death
Indifferent
And patient
And certain
And did I mention patient?

Well, if that ain’t enough to unmake a made guy,
how about seeing the Virgin Mary in a deserted titty bar?
Hell, I’d fall apart, too.

But I know where you’re coming from:
When you look up and see that
there’s more behind you than in front of you, and
see you cannot dictate how the game will end.
Your prostate heralds your fortress crumbling,
You sense worms breeching the walls.
Your pumping iron makes rusty sounds
in your yellowing years.
I can see more scalp through your pompadour.
Cold fear slowly cinches your throat, you start freezing up.
You were immortal in your strength when you shot Big Pussy, you big pussy.

Now humbled and hugless, creaking under the weight of your foreboding,
distant “T” cannot grasp the depth of your dread.
Your Brando eye-flick of fear asked father “T” to
repair your falling fortress with his godfatherliness.
Then you sighed resigned to his inadequacy

Death approaches on cats paws and snuggles…
snuggles the sidewalk sun, patient in his orange eyes.
Perhaps the cat’s like me; of them all, you were my favorite.
Perhaps it’s small comfort to know, Paulie,
we’re all afraid of cats.

I was thinking, maybe the Virgin came to tell you
That God bestows his love even unto pricks.
Scamper back to ‘da Bing
And don’t forget your rosary.
It may not be too late for you
To get unfucked.

DARWINISM

Ben Stein produced a movie "Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed" lamenting how teachers who teach creationism face termination in high schools and universities. Then he created a blog where folks could comment on the movie's content. I was told about it and read it. Holy shit. These two side really hate one another. Religious fundamentalists are nuts and Darwinists and smug and condescending (and generally not that well informed). So naturally, I had to put my 2 cents worth in. Either people have grown tired of Steins blog and no longer read it, or those that do don't want to comment on my statements, which follows...........

I don’t want to detract from Darwin’s massive achievement for a guy in his twenties. But one has to be realistic. It ain’t an all-or-nothing deal here. Darwin rushed through his Origin of Species to beat other writers to the publishers. He maintained that Origin of Species was in effect meant to be a draft and that any problems with it would be ironed out later. I’m not familiar with his Descent of Man, but I do know that evolutionists took Origin of Species and ran with it.

One of Darwin’s contemporaries, highly-regarded anthropologists Alfred Russell Wallace, wrote an article challenging Darwin’s theory of Natural Selection. When Darwin read it, he just about crapped his pants. But he couldn’t answer Wallace’s biggest question. Darwin’s opinion was that natives of tropical archipelagos were less advanced on the evolutionary scale than European whites. He maintained that they were mentally inferior. Wallace, after studying these natives first hand, asserted their brains were not less developed than European whites. Now, pay attention. Natural Selection has maintained that any living creature or organism will advance, mutate, improve, or evolve only as much as necessary to be able to just survive…not one iota more. The creature or organ is prodded into that change by its surrounding environment. Adjust or die. But Wallace demonstrated that the mentality of these “jungle savages” were developed beyond the needed capacity. They had the mental capacity even though their surroundings did not require such mental capacity for them to survive in warmer, more friendly climates. And that was one of the strongest arguments against Darwin’s theory of Natural Selection. Wallace asked “How then was an organ developed so far beyond the needs of its possessor?” Darwin could not explain. He just stabbed his pen into Wallace’s article and scrawled “NO”. Well, 150 years have passed and Jared Diamond wrote “Guns, Germs, and Steel” and got the ’98 Pultizer Prize for his hugely popular anthropological research book which absolute affirmed what Alfred Wallace maintained.

As an aside, and in line with what Ben Stein maintains, Darwin’s Natural Selection gave Darwin a “favorite son” status among the European governments and their wealthiest citizens. It provided “indisputable scientific evidence” that non-whites of undeveloped regions were sub-human. That justified European dominance over these other countries, It was natural to put a white jacket on a little black man, have him serve you tea and call you “Massa” or “Bwana”, while you called this man “Boy”.

Anyway, back to the topic. Not only was Wallace more astute than Darwin in this one example, and Wallace’s view affirmed a century and a half later by Jared Diamond, there were other scientific contradictions to Darwin’s Natural Selection. However, I’ve searched through my library for the story of the “Sphex Wasp”, but I can’t find it. But I’ll just say that Darwin had many friends and friendly colleagues that brought studies to his attention that were contrary to his theory. His inability to rectify these contradictions bothered him. He was not an arrogant fellow. He was less authoritarian, and less smug about his research than most of his proponents today. Now, if high school and college teachers who insist on teaching Darwinism are not familiar with these issues, then they are not qualified to be teaching this topic.

Since I’m getting tired of writing about this, I won’t go into some really fascinating stuff about--according to paleontologists--how the human head (it’s current size and larger brain capacity) seemed to appear almost over-night.

It’s too bad that our brains operate under this crippling principle of antithesis (If “A” is true, then “non-A” must be false). That’s the same principle that computers operate with and look at how infuriating they are. Actually the ancient Greek philosophers touted it like it was some kind law, where it became known as “Aristotle’s Law of Non-Contradiction.” Too bad he wasn’t forced to drink hemlock, too. But because of these principles, the issue has become “either Darwin is right, or the creationists are….period”. The Fallen Angle vs. The Risen Ape. “Let’s get ready to rumbllllle!”

Ben Stein is right. There is a real danger that accompanies the arrogance found in the scientific community: When science becomes an authoritarian institution with curious puritanical overtones. Don’t get me wrong…if it weren’t for those people with scientific tendencies, you’d be reading this in some cave somewhere while freezing your ass off. As a species, we abhor the inexplainable. As a species, we cannot resist the compulsion to self-examine. But in doing so, we reduce man to a machine, made of lots of little component parts. The next step of course is to tinker. Tinkering is okay. Tinker away cancer the way small pox was tinkered away. Great. But if you come to believe that Man is nothing more than the sum total of the chemical components that make up his body, then you’re missing the point; a really big point about this “upright heaven-facing speaker.”