<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838</id><updated>2012-01-22T23:32:49.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless Brain Syndrome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-3739942602584122213</id><published>2012-01-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:39:20.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Links</title><content type='html'>On YouTube, I posted two readings (with slides) from &lt;em&gt;Lazarus on a Spur Line:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lJCzXsS3Bw&amp;amp;context=C30fe5beADOEgsToPDskIgCnp2SZhfqRd3Sk3dgLHQ"&gt;"In Memory"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xlKq_XS2HI&amp;amp;feature=context&amp;amp;context=C30fe5beADOEgsToPDskIgCnp2SZhfqRd3Sk3dgLHQ"&gt;"Upon Hearing Sarah Vaughan Sing 'Dreamsville'&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-3739942602584122213?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/3739942602584122213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/3739942602584122213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2012/01/youtube-links.html' title='YouTube Links'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-4532170520377507381</id><published>2012-01-13T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:27:00.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING!  THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING! (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HTEBeY7EXQ/TxDGkmvgQlI/AAAAAAAAATA/X9Ed779B3TY/s1600/Renda.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 205px; height: 225px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697271860801061458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HTEBeY7EXQ/TxDGkmvgQlI/AAAAAAAAATA/X9Ed779B3TY/s200/Renda.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJlw6Hay-sc/TxDF9-bK-aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9ih1QZ71xQ8/s1600/Champagne%2BEngine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 226px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697271197143333282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJlw6Hay-sc/TxDF9-bK-aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9ih1QZ71xQ8/s200/Champagne%2BEngine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since, Nome, Alaska didn’t get its pre-winter fuel &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZC0-2j-frY/TxDBsPLWHcI/AAAAAAAAASE/ttA2pU6g7-I/s1600/Renda.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska has had a good-neighbor relationship with the Russians for many years, going back to before the collapse of the Soviet Union. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;Fire and Ice).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;Fire and Ice).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;"Soviet Times" &lt;/em&gt;magazine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-4532170520377507381?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4532170520377507381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4532170520377507381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2012/01/russians-are-coming-russians-are-coming.html' title='THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING!  THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING! (again)'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HTEBeY7EXQ/TxDGkmvgQlI/AAAAAAAAATA/X9Ed779B3TY/s72-c/Renda.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-5261522665130958262</id><published>2011-06-13T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:41:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know; you wanna read my OTHER Sarah Palin thing ...</title><content type='html'>well, you have do go down the page a little further&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-5261522665130958262?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5261522665130958262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5261522665130958262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-you-wanna-read-my-sarah-palin.html' title='I know; you wanna read my OTHER Sarah Palin thing ...'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-570691876170816529</id><published>2010-12-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:09:00.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DID YOU SPEND YOUR WEEK-END?</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;em&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TPxEo9cFCsI/AAAAAAAAARA/fsyj2bsCoHI/s1600/week%2Bend%2Bat%2Bthe%2BEOC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547384311491398338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TPxEo9cFCsI/AAAAAAAAARA/fsyj2bsCoHI/s400/week%2Bend%2Bat%2Bthe%2BEOC.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TPxD5Q7mAaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qdsC80PQkBk/s1600/week%2Bend%2Bat%2Bthe%2BEOC.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-570691876170816529?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/570691876170816529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/570691876170816529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-did-you-spend-your-week-end.html' title='HOW DID YOU SPEND YOUR WEEK-END?'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TPxEo9cFCsI/AAAAAAAAARA/fsyj2bsCoHI/s72-c/week%2Bend%2Bat%2Bthe%2BEOC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-7419318413359775123</id><published>2010-11-21T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:28:20.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Voight in Anchorage</title><content type='html'>Actor &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TOmGQb3EVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8uts2VVbMrE/s1600/Jas%2Band%2BJohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542108433370863298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TOmGQb3EVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8uts2VVbMrE/s320/Jas%2Band%2BJohn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-7419318413359775123?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7419318413359775123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7419318413359775123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/11/john-voight-in-anchorage.html' title='John Voight in Anchorage'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TOmGQb3EVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8uts2VVbMrE/s72-c/Jas%2Band%2BJohn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-7509512569961573890</id><published>2010-10-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:35:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues night, Saturday, The Blue Fox, 3461 E. Tudor. I'm on tenor with Rod Master, Pat Ryan and others. See you there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-7509512569961573890?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7509512569961573890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7509512569961573890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/10/blues-night.html' title='Blues night, Saturday, The Blue Fox, 3461 E. Tudor. I&apos;m on tenor with Rod Master, Pat Ryan and others. See you there'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8825636116909441217</id><published>2010-10-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:33:01.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon softball for senior citizens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TLYj1kOZSPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gwQGs7Kh2F0/s1600/senior+citizen+softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TLYj1kOZSPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gwQGs7Kh2F0/s320/senior+citizen+softball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527644995807955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8825636116909441217?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8825636116909441217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8825636116909441217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-afternoon-softball-for-senior.html' title='Sunday afternoon softball for senior citizens'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TLYj1kOZSPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gwQGs7Kh2F0/s72-c/senior+citizen+softball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-5422544414032041140</id><published>2010-10-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:38:22.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUFORT SEA BROKE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpJIvwA_bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/smrGVwaajCY/s1600/cracking+noise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpJIvwA_bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/smrGVwaajCY/s320/cracking+noise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524308307528973746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-5422544414032041140?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5422544414032041140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5422544414032041140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/10/beaufort-sea-broke-it.html' title='BEAUFORT SEA BROKE IT'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpJIvwA_bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/smrGVwaajCY/s72-c/cracking+noise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-423725645929448386</id><published>2010-10-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:18:57.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpEeX1eX0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/qGFR9gvVnak/s1600/The+usual+suspects.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpEeX1eX0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/qGFR9gvVnak/s320/The+usual+suspects.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524303181508403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time in Seward, Alaska. Seward area firefighters put on a great conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-423725645929448386?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/423725645929448386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/423725645929448386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/10/usual-suspects.html' title='The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TKpEeX1eX0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/qGFR9gvVnak/s72-c/The+usual+suspects.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8958575854140657298</id><published>2010-09-24T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:34:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIN'T LIFE GOOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TJ0l6n-JbNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGGFWA933ZI/s1600/Aiden+at+FF+memorial.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TJ0l6n-JbNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGGFWA933ZI/s320/Aiden+at+FF+memorial.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520610407318383826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8958575854140657298?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8958575854140657298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8958575854140657298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/09/aint-life-good.html' title='AIN&apos;T LIFE GOOD?'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/TJ0l6n-JbNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGGFWA933ZI/s72-c/Aiden+at+FF+memorial.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6110502402721548791</id><published>2010-08-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:51:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube stuff</title><content type='html'>I've been playing around with youtube (a big adventure for me). I took the video of the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;capsizing&lt;/span&gt; of the fishing boat &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Linda's Draw"&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;I put the 5-minute video on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt69DcjgZsA"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one: This made national TV news and became part of a TV documentary. An &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;avalanche&lt;/span&gt; ripped through a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cordova (Alaska) neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fire and Ice. &lt;/span&gt;Here is the&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww-SPXOloKM"&gt;3-minute news story&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone is interested in what it's like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;fighting a fire inside a 100-year-old hotel&lt;/span&gt;, check out my crew in this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlMzq1u2zK8"&gt;4-minute video&lt;/a&gt;. It's not very clear, however.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6110502402721548791?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6110502402721548791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6110502402721548791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/08/youtube-stuff.html' title='Youtube stuff'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-5108782697805179894</id><published>2010-06-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:49:15.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill, Baby, Drill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;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: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;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. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;In accordance with the response plan, Alyeska takes initial action which includes notifying the shipper's company to dispatch &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;overhead team to Valdez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-5108782697805179894?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5108782697805179894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/5108782697805179894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/06/drill-baby-drill.html' title='Drill, Baby, Drill!'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8745606108344072496</id><published>2010-05-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:40:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"CRUISIN' ANCHORAGE" AVAILABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/S_0963vfZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7S5m2LeI6eU/s1600/cover+smaller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/S_0963vfZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7S5m2LeI6eU/s320/cover+smaller.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475600803557238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 11 tracks (8 music, 3 poetry) can be previewed, purchased digitally -- or purchase the entire CD --&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/whetsell"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/Search/d2hldHNlbGw%3d/0"&gt;www.cdbaby.com/whetsell&lt;/a&gt;. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As of today, the following local Anchorage  retailers are carrying the CD (in case you're out and about).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;The Horn Doctor&lt;/strong&gt; .. 1000 Ingra  Street .. 272-4676&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;The Keyboard Cache&lt;/strong&gt; .. The  Benson Street strip mall across from Sears .. 274-3593&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Metro Music &amp;amp; Books &lt;/strong&gt;.. same  strip mall as above .. 279-8622&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8745606108344072496?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8745606108344072496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8745606108344072496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/05/cruisin-anchorage-available.html' title='&quot;CRUISIN&apos; ANCHORAGE&quot; AVAILABLE'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/S_0963vfZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7S5m2LeI6eU/s72-c/cover+smaller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-7388951814252361634</id><published>2010-03-31T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:19:15.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio interview on Sarah Palin Radio out of Washington D.C.</title><content type='html'>I think it was March 8, 2010 when I was interview by LaDonna Curzon for &lt;a href="http://www.wsradio.com/internet-talk-radio.cfm/shows/Sarah-Palin-Radio.html"&gt;Sarah Palin radio &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-7388951814252361634?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7388951814252361634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7388951814252361634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-recent-radio-interview-on-sarah.html' title='Radio interview on Sarah Palin Radio out of Washington D.C.'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6131425793827252850</id><published>2010-03-11T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:52:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journalism apparantly is about the journalist</title><content type='html'>Alistair Cooke died in 2004 at age 95. He was about 90 when The Great &amp;amp; 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 &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;entrenched fashion&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6131425793827252850?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6131425793827252850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6131425793827252850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/03/journalism-apparantly-is-about.html' title='Journalism apparantly is about the journalist'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6472050608294991112</id><published>2009-11-29T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:23:01.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SxMO1Hb8g-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3YTPQ0UtsxE/s1600/Tim+Wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SxMO1Hb8g-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3YTPQ0UtsxE/s320/Tim+Wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409683883094213602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess who's getting married. &lt;/span&gt;That's right, my youngest (31-year-old) Tim will be getting married. This good lookin' Alaskan Aleut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen here playing in his dad's band, at his older brother's wedding some years back&lt;/span&gt;, will be marrying his fiance, April, next week in Oregon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6472050608294991112?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6472050608294991112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6472050608294991112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SxMO1Hb8g-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3YTPQ0UtsxE/s72-c/Tim+Wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8790127629649655600</id><published>2009-11-10T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:51:03.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Svoj-DBIQdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TrkLr9j-3UY/s1600-h/lambert.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402670251853234642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Svoj-DBIQdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TrkLr9j-3UY/s320/lambert.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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&lt;sup style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, and I’m takin’ my ax, too. Hope to see you all there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8790127629649655600?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8790127629649655600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8790127629649655600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-went-to-steinway-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Svoj-DBIQdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TrkLr9j-3UY/s72-c/lambert.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8041716350606871109</id><published>2009-09-18T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:03:36.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAH PALIN'S ACCOMPLISHMENTS</title><content type='html'>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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Notes added below since the original publishing of this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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&lt;br /&gt;done anything similar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;mentioning-I imagine-that she's packing heat herself). I'm still waiting to hear the names of those other governors. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ditto on the data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"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&lt;br /&gt;baking up a batch of brownies with her other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep, new Pt Thompson info since this posting appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Another reason we got "filthy rich" was because her approach to State budgeting was exemplary. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;  FY 2009 Operating Budget: $11,200,000,000 ($11.2B)&lt;br /&gt; FY 2010 Operating Budget: $9,700,000,000 )$9.7B)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Net Cut&lt;/span&gt; in Operating Budget: $1,500,000,000&lt;br /&gt; Total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Percentage Cut&lt;/span&gt; in Operating Budget: 13.4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FY 2009 Capital Budget: $2,632,000,000 (after she vetoed $268 million)&lt;br /&gt; FY 2010 Capital Budget: $1,800.000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Net Cut&lt;/span&gt; in the Capital Budget: $832,000,000&lt;br /&gt;Total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Percentage Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Capital Budget: 31.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall FY 2009 Budget $13,832,000,000&lt;br /&gt; Overall Proposed FY 2010 Budget: $11,5000,000,000&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Net Reduction&lt;/span&gt; in Overall Budget: $2,332,000,000&lt;br /&gt; Total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Percentage Cut&lt;/span&gt; in Overall Budget: 16.8%&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;grew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;private-sector jobs in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3- Also added after original posting "pork"&lt;br /&gt;FFY07-  Murkowski's federal requests total: 63 projects @ $349,497,000&lt;br /&gt;FFY10-  Governor Palin's federal requests total: 8 projects @ $69,100,000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's  80% not 85% ... oops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#4- With the pipeline bidding process, we (the public) watched the entire thing on TV -- including the opening and reading of the bids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#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."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(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? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of ACES, in her first 12 months in office, State revenues doubled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; get by us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MORE STATEMENTS RELATING TO SARAH PALIN ADDED LATER (12/20/09)&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWR&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;DEATH PANELS&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE TO NOWHERE&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;PREDITOR CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SARAH PALIN IS A QUITTER&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;EMPLOYEE EVALUATION&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8041716350606871109?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8041716350606871109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8041716350606871109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wrote-following-piece-in-july-and-its.html' title='SARAH PALIN&apos;S ACCOMPLISHMENTS'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-2925984643669061550</id><published>2009-08-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:16:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Cordova</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;a href="http://www.obriensrm.com/Index.aspx"&gt;O'Brien's Response Group&lt;/a&gt;  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 &lt;a href="http://www.safetyunlimited.com"&gt;Safety Unlimited, Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-2925984643669061550?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2925984643669061550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2925984643669061550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-cordova.html' title='Back to Cordova'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-4789188977400081572</id><published>2009-06-15T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:44:51.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT APPEARANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zCEi2ERVM/TitcyQtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TXJEzUo9c-M/s1600/satmrt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zCEi2ERVM/TitcyQtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TXJEzUo9c-M/s320/satmrt.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632697777504677122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-4789188977400081572?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4789188977400081572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4789188977400081572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-appearance.html' title='NEXT APPEARANCE'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zCEi2ERVM/TitcyQtMbQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TXJEzUo9c-M/s72-c/satmrt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8964429915035410338</id><published>2009-05-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:08:56.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian American Singers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SjRKU9L3VGI/AAAAAAAAANw/wL4O0xhCWxE/s1600-h/lena.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346980381477786722" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 170px; cursor: pointer; height: 271px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SjRKU9L3VGI/AAAAAAAAANw/wL4O0xhCWxE/s320/lena.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Sgx4xkdNW-I/AAAAAAAAANo/ujYVfO6W3MI/s1600-h/Leo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335772451522304994" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 211px; cursor: pointer; height: 336px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Sgx4xkdNW-I/AAAAAAAAANo/ujYVfO6W3MI/s320/Leo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8964429915035410338?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8964429915035410338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8964429915035410338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/russian-american-singers.html' title='Russian American Singers'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SjRKU9L3VGI/AAAAAAAAANw/wL4O0xhCWxE/s72-c/lena.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-761707827173331622</id><published>2009-02-21T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:48:43.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisin' 'bout life on da wadder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alegU-mmST0/TiUD_MFZs_I/AAAAAAAAARk/58UUkmzCtmI/s1600/Me%2Bseigning%2Bw%2Bcaption.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXksvFy9qWs/TiUEoyCdCLI/AAAAAAAAARs/xX6_yhKF1Rk/s1600/Me%2Bseigning%2Bw%2Bcaption.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630912007770015922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXksvFy9qWs/TiUEoyCdCLI/AAAAAAAAARs/xX6_yhKF1Rk/s200/Me%2Bseigning%2Bw%2Bcaption.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Syl54Xr7bdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iXQvMgBN5Gg/s1600-h/water+collage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415994036227632594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/Syl54Xr7bdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iXQvMgBN5Gg/s400/water+collage.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-761707827173331622?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/761707827173331622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/761707827173331622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminisin-bout-life-on-da-wadder.html' title='Reminisin&apos; &apos;bout life on da wadder'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXksvFy9qWs/TiUEoyCdCLI/AAAAAAAAARs/xX6_yhKF1Rk/s72-c/Me%2Bseigning%2Bw%2Bcaption.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8711373818520279042</id><published>2009-02-21T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:48:19.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from an old shipmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0Z4xs-HLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eWtQYhnq7AY/s1600-h/on+marty%27s+skiff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223359606024969394" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0Z4xs-HLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eWtQYhnq7AY/s320/on+marty%27s+skiff.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;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. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I used to get drunk a lot and chase the ghost of Dylan Thomas. &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed yesterday, the sixty-something Westover now wears crepe-soled footwear. Ahhhh, maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8711373818520279042?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8711373818520279042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8711373818520279042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-era-shortly-before-this-photo.html' title='Visit from an old shipmate'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0Z4xs-HLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eWtQYhnq7AY/s72-c/on+marty%27s+skiff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-3398926722976783658</id><published>2009-02-11T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:32:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begich and Boggs Missing Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIKhbek3uU/Tx0MVgObkoI/AAAAAAAAATM/She5QZH25w4/s1600/Anchorage%2Bto%2BJuneau%2Bflight%2Bpath.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 128px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700726266888163970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIKhbek3uU/Tx0MVgObkoI/AAAAAAAAATM/She5QZH25w4/s200/Anchorage%2Bto%2BJuneau%2Bflight%2Bpath.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 220px; height: 129px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700726517925202290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q8RAcxjiMs/Tx0MkHaUyXI/AAAAAAAAATY/nfA9C5HnMaE/s200/Anchorage%2Bto%2BHinchinbrook%2BI.PNG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djWQuKPMdis/Tx0M7BNFgII/AAAAAAAAATk/MPHz9w9JOVM/s1600/ENTRANCE%2BTO%2BPWS%2BFM%2BGULF.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 146px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700726911396053122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djWQuKPMdis/Tx0M7BNFgII/AAAAAAAAATk/MPHz9w9JOVM/s200/ENTRANCE%2BTO%2BPWS%2BFM%2BGULF.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-3398926722976783658?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/3398926722976783658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/3398926722976783658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/begich-and-boggs-missing-plane.html' title='Begich and Boggs Missing Plane'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIKhbek3uU/Tx0MVgObkoI/AAAAAAAAATM/She5QZH25w4/s72-c/Anchorage%2Bto%2BJuneau%2Bflight%2Bpath.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-1364099329895021945</id><published>2009-01-05T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:53:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talked with Bridgett Sullivan</title><content type='html'>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".&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-1364099329895021945?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1364099329895021945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1364099329895021945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/01/talked-with-bridgett-sullivan.html' title='Talked with Bridgett Sullivan'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6765784796173114768</id><published>2008-12-17T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:53:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Lambert's Christmas concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SUlkK3G4v0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aD2hfquiZSg/s1600-h/blog+pix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280862175822921538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SUlkK3G4v0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aD2hfquiZSg/s320/blog+pix.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6765784796173114768?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6765784796173114768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6765784796173114768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/tom-lamberts-christmas-concert.html' title='Tom Lambert&apos;s Christmas concert'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SUlkK3G4v0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/aD2hfquiZSg/s72-c/blog+pix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-2968592437934561254</id><published>2008-11-26T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:20:03.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE O'BRIEN'S GROUP</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-2968592437934561254?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2968592437934561254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2968592437934561254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/obriens-group.html' title='THE O&apos;BRIEN&apos;S GROUP'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-1356128013222322532</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:57:25.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 15 Reading from "Lazarus"</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slam Poet &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=28828949"&gt;Georgia Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ("Queen of Spoken Word") the week before on October 6th.  And the following month, on Novemeber 1st, check out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafael Casal&lt;/span&gt;. See their entire schedule, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.outnorth.org"&gt;Out North website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dewey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-1356128013222322532?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1356128013222322532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1356128013222322532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/oct-15-reading-from-lazarus.html' title='Oct 15 Reading from &quot;Lazarus&quot;'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-7314392001271364827</id><published>2008-09-29T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:00:38.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Service Conference, Juneau, Alaska</title><content type='html'>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, &lt;a href="http://www.deweywhetsell.blogspot.com"&gt;"Fire and Ice"&lt;/a&gt;, 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-7314392001271364827?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7314392001271364827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/7314392001271364827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/fire-service-conference-juneau-alaska.html' title='Fire Service Conference, Juneau, Alaska'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-2228089731011010666</id><published>2008-09-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:08:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emotionally Disturbed"</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Dewey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-2228089731011010666?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2228089731011010666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/2228089731011010666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/emotionally-disturbed.html' title='&quot;Emotionally Disturbed&quot;'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6141121820807791737</id><published>2008-08-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:45:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska State Fair Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;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. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6141121820807791737?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6141121820807791737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6141121820807791737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/08/alaska-state-fair-gig.html' title='Alaska State Fair Gig'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-4393379268413635776</id><published>2008-08-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:20:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Gig</title><content type='html'>I'd been searching for poetry readings around Anchorage and couldn't find any, even after contacting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leo Josey aka "Black Verb"&lt;/span&gt;, a local poetry slam coordinator. Then I found "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out North&lt;/span&gt;" on DeBarr road and went there last Wednesday (8/6/08). The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Poetry Parley"&lt;/span&gt; featured numerous readings of e.e. cummings' work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jon Minton&lt;/span&gt; put it together. After about 45 minutes of cummings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faye Sikora&lt;/span&gt; got up to finish off the evening. Faye is a prize-winning slam poet and is connected to the local production group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Speak Easy"&lt;/span&gt;, a spoken arts outfit that--as it turns out--performs Sundays at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House of Rock&lt;/span&gt; (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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-4393379268413635776?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4393379268413635776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4393379268413635776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/08/poetry-gig.html' title='Poetry Gig'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-4537859392699113384</id><published>2008-08-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:44:35.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow Goose Gig</title><content type='html'>Last night (7/24/08) the banquet room at the Snow Goose was filled with the musicians  featured on Matt Hammer's new CD &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/Search/TWF0dCBIYW1tZXI%3d/0"&gt;"Surreal Sessions"&lt;/a&gt;, 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)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-4537859392699113384?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4537859392699113384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/4537859392699113384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/snow-goose-gig.html' title='The Snow Goose Gig'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-1672561061222528155</id><published>2008-08-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:56:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A real web log.</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;website:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.deweywhetsell.com and from there to my other 2 blogspots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contact me&lt;/span&gt; at dewey1@mtaonline.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-1672561061222528155?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1672561061222528155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/1672561061222528155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-web-log.html' title='A real web log.'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-362328107578176544</id><published>2008-07-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:17:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Ball (the one living dot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0YbocKF1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgjZIndkAEo/s1600-h/blue+ball+pix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0YbocKF1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgjZIndkAEo/s320/blue+ball+pix.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223358005810698066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Simon Winchester’s &lt;i style=""&gt;A Crack In The Edge Of The World &lt;/i&gt;(Harper Perennial), about the ’06 &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;San   Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; earthquake, he quoted Lewis Thomas regarding the view of the earth from the moon&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.” &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In my poem &lt;i style=""&gt;Lazarus on a Spur Line &lt;/i&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’d never thought about that on such a cosmic scale as Thomas or &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Winchester&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;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 &lt;i style=""&gt;something. &lt;/i&gt;What &lt;i style=""&gt;something? &lt;/i&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s planets and stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But look at the other planets—the ones we’ve been able to see. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Dry pounded surface…dry as an old bone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;i style=""&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;is forever. Except…except…what the bloody-hell is that? The &lt;i style=""&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;thing in that immenseness that never ends, the &lt;i style=""&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;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.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;One&lt;/i&gt; solitary, tiny ball suspended in eternal and endless nothingness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are the odds? Join me for a drink, Laz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-362328107578176544?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/362328107578176544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/362328107578176544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/reading-simon-winchesters-crack-in-edge.html' title='The Blue Ball (the one living dot)'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0YbocKF1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgjZIndkAEo/s72-c/blue+ball+pix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-21701666912316864</id><published>2008-07-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:47:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots (of 34 years on the line)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I began writing my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; 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 &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I'll lay them out like poetry….&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thirty-four years on the line pounds images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;into random flashes of scenes in no order nor logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mostly, we remember, not in epochs but in snapshots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sometimes I flip through these snapshots after I turn off the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I've seen the ER doc absently brush chunks of vomit off her smock at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" hour="3" minute="0"&gt;three a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;as the bleary-eyed medics stood like numb statues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the snow flakes melting on their jackets.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Huddled in the lee of boulders barely big enough&lt;br /&gt;to offer protection against the moaning wind.&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I've stood in front of the crowded Saturday night sidewalks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;as our medics picked him foul and witless from the pavement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sympathetic Joanie; sober and meticulous Vicki; amused Kyle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;backdropped by the jovially bellowing crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanie always saw the best in everyone,&lt;br /&gt;always had a kind and uplifting comment for the least of us.&lt;br /&gt;And she meant them.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding others, for her the glass was always half full and filling up fast.&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vicki, the captain, would be the last to seek peer approval.&lt;br /&gt;She was straight forward and never bothered seeking homogenized words.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed readily or spit out admonishments whenever needed.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A simple, early-evening house fire.&lt;br /&gt;Gently blowing curtains of gray smoke&lt;br /&gt;wisping through the sidewalk crowd –&lt;br /&gt;silent people with handkerchiefs to their noses.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A rescue operation in the dead of winter&lt;br /&gt;and the fog of exhaled breaths puffing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;while everyone else in town slept&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The father of a dead child can't absorb the finality of it,&lt;br /&gt;clutches the child's shoe and can't let go&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Young people committing suicide….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No – too sterile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Young people killing themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Firefighters at night: Red flashing lights flickering against greasy faces;&lt;br /&gt;streams of rain water running off helmet brims and&lt;br /&gt;Glistening on the black coats under the stark lights of the fire engines.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the streaks of rain cutting through the harsh street lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle-aged transient man who lived his life alone,&lt;br /&gt;found dead in his bed, looking like an over-inflated rubber doll.&lt;br /&gt;He was swollen and dark, completely naked&lt;br /&gt;except for the white glove on his right hand.&lt;br /&gt;We strangers had to move him.&lt;br /&gt;        His final humiliation.&lt;/div&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The silent and beaten crew at the fire station, drinking beer,&lt;br /&gt;glances at me because I'm supposed to say something,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too beaten to think.&lt;br /&gt;Our most veteran member says, "God decides who lives and dies. You don't."&lt;br /&gt;and puts an end to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-21701666912316864?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/21701666912316864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/21701666912316864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/left-overs.html' title='Snapshots (of 34 years on the line)'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-8554331200294793459</id><published>2008-07-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:47:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin' at Eagle River's "NORTH SLOPE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0LkbpkD7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMvhGmbznT0/s1600-h/Aug+2+jam.JPG"&gt;                                                           &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0KxZI_EFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7Zr43_MlM8/s1600-h/8+9+jam6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 275px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0KxZI_EFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7Zr43_MlM8/s400/8+9+jam6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223342986498084946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0LkbpkD7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMvhGmbznT0/s1600-h/Aug+2+jam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0LkbpkD7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMvhGmbznT0/s400/Aug+2+jam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223343863344926642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/RypTHimIXpI/AAAAAAAAADs/8m4eb5pNh04/s1600-h/Mike+Dewey+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-8554331200294793459?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8554331200294793459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/8554331200294793459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/jammin-at-eagle-rivers-north-slope.html' title='Jammin&apos; at Eagle River&apos;s &quot;NORTH SLOPE&quot;'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SH0KxZI_EFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J7Zr43_MlM8/s72-c/8+9+jam6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-22694678189772590</id><published>2008-07-14T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:45:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAULIE WALNUTS AND THE CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SHw9-pLI4uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HvdqmTcI6po/s1600-h/paulie+pix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223117814256689890" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SHw9-pLI4uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HvdqmTcI6po/s320/paulie+pix.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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”.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;You’ve been falling apart lately, Paulie Walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;Being the same age, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;But ‘dis takes the fockin’ cake.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, Paulie…Christopher’s cat visits Chris’s distant dimension,&lt;br /&gt;But straddles the space to yours.&lt;br /&gt;And even if nobody else knows who he is,&lt;br /&gt;you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t scat the cat with your broom.&lt;br /&gt;He, in his omnipotence, is not the devil.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the devil is an evil creature;&lt;br /&gt;But this cat’s not that personal.&lt;br /&gt;He is merely death&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;And patient&lt;br /&gt;And certain&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that ain’t enough to unmake a made guy,&lt;br /&gt;how about seeing the Virgin Mary in a deserted titty bar?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I’d fall apart, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know where you’re coming from:&lt;br /&gt;When you look up and see that&lt;br /&gt;there’s more behind you than in front of you, and&lt;br /&gt;see you cannot dictate how the game will end.&lt;br /&gt;Your prostate heralds your fortress crumbling,&lt;br /&gt;You sense worms breeching the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Your pumping iron makes rusty sounds&lt;br /&gt;in your yellowing years.&lt;br /&gt;I can see more scalp through your pompadour.&lt;br /&gt;Cold fear slowly cinches your throat, you start freezing up.&lt;br /&gt;You were immortal in your strength when you shot Big Pussy, you big pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now humbled and hugless, creaking under the weight of your foreboding,&lt;br /&gt;distant “T” cannot grasp the depth of your dread.&lt;br /&gt;Your Brando eye-flick of fear asked father “T” to&lt;br /&gt;repair your falling fortress with his godfatherliness.&lt;br /&gt;Then you sighed resigned to his inadequacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death approaches on cats paws and snuggles…&lt;br /&gt;snuggles the sidewalk sun, patient in his orange eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the cat’s like me; of them all, you were my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s small comfort to know, Paulie,&lt;br /&gt;we’re all afraid of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, maybe the Virgin came to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That God bestows his love even unto pricks.&lt;br /&gt;Scamper back to ‘da Bing&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget your rosary.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be too late for you&lt;br /&gt;To get unfucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-22694678189772590?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/22694678189772590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/22694678189772590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/paulie-walnuts-and-cat.html' title='PAULIE WALNUTS AND THE CAT'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtheQG3cUM0/SHw9-pLI4uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HvdqmTcI6po/s72-c/paulie+pix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834607803831907838.post-6711403378461052574</id><published>2008-07-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:19:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARWINISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;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...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I don’t want to detract from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’s massive achievement for a guy in his twenties. But one has to be realistic. It ain’t an all-or-nothing deal here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; rushed through his &lt;i style=""&gt;Origin of Species &lt;/i&gt;to beat other writers to the publishers. He maintained that &lt;i style=""&gt;Origin of Species &lt;/i&gt;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 &lt;i style=""&gt;Descent of Man, &lt;/i&gt;but I do know that evolutionists took &lt;i style=""&gt;Origin of Species &lt;/i&gt;and ran with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;One of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’s contemporaries, highly-regarded anthropologists Alfred Russell Wallace, wrote an article challenging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’s theory of Natural Selection. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; read it, he just about crapped his pants. But he couldn’t answer Wallace’s biggest question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’s theory of Natural Selection. Wallace asked “How then was an organ developed so far beyond the needs of its possessor?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; could not explain. He just stabbed his pen into Wallace’s article and scrawled “NO”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;As an aside, and in line with what Ben Stein maintains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’s Natural Selection gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; 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”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. Not only was Wallace more astute than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; in this one example, and Wallace’s view affirmed a century and a half later by Jared Diamond, there were other scientific contradictions to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;’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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; 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.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It’s too bad that our brains operate under this crippling principle of antithesis (If “A” is true, then “non-A” must be false).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the same principle that computers operate with and look at how infuriating &lt;i style=""&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;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.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too bad he wasn’t forced to drink hemlock, too. But because of these principles, the issue has become “either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; is right, or the creationists are….period”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Fallen Angle vs. The Risen Ape. “Let’s get ready to rumbllllle!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:10;" &gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;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.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6834607803831907838-6711403378461052574?l=restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6711403378461052574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6834607803831907838/posts/default/6711403378461052574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restlessbrainsyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/07/darwinism.html' title='DARWINISM'/><author><name>Dewey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
