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10/30/2010

Violence Killed Another Friend; I’m Angry and Sad.

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For the rest of my life I will miss Matt Chew who got murdered late last night just walking home from work.

He made some of the best hand-tossed wood-fired pizza at a place called Two Wives and was also an incredibly eloquent DJ.

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I feel angry/sad/horrified. One of the first new friends I made when I moved back here to southern New England from Oregon in ’05ish ’06ish. He and I have many common friends. Matt was incredibly kind, thoughtful and wise beyond years.

Fellow DJ PKAT PLUR sends up this mp3 because it was known to be one of Matt’s favorites:

http://pkat.plur.ca/plurtrain/ha-p-kore%20sessions/Pkat%20-%20Ha-P-Kore%209%2091703.mp3

10/29/2010

What Is Sailor Talk, For 2000, Jack. 10 Page Essay

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Final 10-Page Paper English 4600W: Sailor Talk Marc Frucht 6May10


“…entering some sort of technical school in which he was simply going to acquire a certain set of skills. Instead he found himself all at once enclosed in a fraternity.” (Wolfe,18; ch. 1).

Sailor talk is still alive and well in popular culture and literature of the sea both old and new and it is still being used functionally where it does apply; but also it can be found in lore, meme and memory even in some surprising places that will seem to have little or nothing to do with sailing or the sea itself.

Take for instance the very common expression “Jack of all trades,” which has survived hundreds of years! It still refers to any contemporary generalist handyman on sea or on land. Its roots are clearly nautical describing the famous “Jack” of “Jack Tar” fame who still features as the iconic sailor boy on the cover of each and every box of Cracker Jack since the 1890s.

As Herman Melville says in chapter 26 of his book Redburn, a sailor must be good at many things; in other words, he must be a “jack of all trades.”

The business of a thorough-bred sailor is a special calling, as much of a regular trade as a carpenter’s or lock-smith’s. Indeed it requires considerably more adroitness, and far more versatility of talent. (Melville,120)

Some would claim this applies to most people, but take a look specifically at the many jobs worked every day by an able-bodied seaman.

A thorough sailor must understand much of other avocations. He must be a bit of an embroiderer, to fork fanciful collars of hempen lace about the shrouds; he must be something of a weaver, to weave mats of ropeyarns for lashings to the boats; he must have a touch of millinery, so as to tie graceful bows and knots, such as Mathew Walker’s roses, and Turk’s heads; he must be a bit of a musician, in order to sing out at the halyards; he must be a sort of jeweler, to set dead-eyes in the standing rigging; he must be a carpenter, to enable him to make a jury-mast out of a yard in case of emergency; he must be a sempstress, to darn and mend the sails; a ropemaker, to twist marline and Spanish foxes; a blacksmith, to make hooks and thimbles for the blocks: in short, he must be a sort of Jack of all trades, in order to master his own. (Melville,121)

Earlier on page 65, Melville had explained that an observer would see that these people have their own unique culture with a way of dress common only to each other as well as a common style of talking, and even some shorthand only they understand. It might seem to others as if they’re finishing each others’ sentences and the newcomer or outside observer cannot be expected to have any idea what these conversations mean.

People who have never gone to sea for the first time as sailors, can not imagine how puzzling and confounding it is. It must be like going into a barbarous country, where they speak a strange dialect, and dress in strange clothes, and live in strange houses. For sailors have their own names, even for things that are familiar ashore; and if you call a thing by its shore name, you are laughed at for an ignoramus and a land-lubber. This first day I speak of, the mate having ordered me to draw some water, I asked him where I was to get the pail; when I thought I had committed some dreadful crime; for he flew into a great passion, and said they never had any pails at sea, and then I learned that they were always called buckets. And once I was talking about sticking a little wooden peg into a bucket to stop a leak, when he flew out again, and said there were no pegs at sea, only plugs. And just so it was with everything else. (Melville,65)

This also describes the term “coterie speech” which mostly consists of expressions spoken between members of a group of people who have been around each other long enough that outside observers may even think they have their own coded language. This certainly applies to sailors today as well as in the past. Anyone who has spent some time in local New London, Connecticut bars and restaurants (or those in any other port town for that matter) will have seen this from military sailors as well.

“In the forenoon watches below,” says Richard Henry Dana, Jr in his 1840 narrative Two Years Before the Mast, “our forecastle looked like the workshop of what a sailor is, — a Jack-at-all-trades. Thick stockings and drawers were darned and patched; mittens dragged from the bottom of the chest and mended; comforters made for the neck and ears; old flannel shirts cut up to line monkey-jackets; southwesters were lined with flannel, and a pot of paint smuggled forward” (Dana,220)

Perhaps the most accessible contemporary use of this Jack/Trades expression is heard whenever someone turns out to be unexpectedly skilled at repair. Suppose a well-dressed businessman stops briefly on his way to work in an office and fixes a flat tire. Upon being thanked and called handy, he might refer to himself as “jack of all trades, master of none really,” or the person thanking him might even say “you’re a regular jack of all trades.”

Turning to songs at sea we can easily see how many nautical words and expressions might come to endure the test of time.

A sea chantey can easily illuminate some words that remain in use because they’re sung repeatedly over time for the life of a vessel, but also carried onto other ships by people who remember them and lead song even when they’re new to a job. These are often sung in local bars on land as well which would help explain how so many nautical terms are still being heard in coastal towns and even further inland.

Chanteymen are seldom chosen by leadership. (I’ve often wondered if this very word “leadership” doesn’t have its origins in being leader of a ship. It is now even used for people serving on corporate boards, sports coaches and managers and even members of Congress) More, they come from the grassroots when work is being accomplished and they are often led by just whoever can remember all of a song, or at least a strong part of a song. (Grasso,7-8)

Many shanties (often spelled “chanty,” “shanty,” and “shantey” the world over too) are helpful in unpacking much of the jargon used aboard sailing vessels because singing these songs might even serve to help a “newbie” in his or her desire to “learn the ropes” with the quickest facility.

/ A full-rigged ship is a royal queen, /

/ Way-hey for Boston town, oh! /

/ A lady at court is a barquentine, /

/ A barque is a gal with ringlets fair, /

/ A brig is the same with shorter hair, /

/ A topsail schooner’s a racing mare, /

/ But, a schooner, she’s a clown-O! (Hugill,36)

One can tell a hauling song fairly easily when the word “haul” is used and even sung out as “hey, holly, hilly, oh!” or “hand-over-hand.” Likewise “Yo ho, heave ho!” might signal a heaving song as well as words such as “hee-lay-ay” and “round” or “rovin’.” (Hugill,28)

Jack London’s best selling novel The Cruise of ‘the Dazzler’ is chock full of nautical expressions and perhaps even some allusions to heaving and hauling songs.

“Hard a-lee!” ‘Frisco Kid cried, throwing the tiller down, and following it with his body. “Cast off! That’s right. Now lend a hand on the main-sheet!”

Together, hand over hand, they came in on the reefed mainsail. Joe began to warm up with the work. The Dazzler turned on her heel like a race-horse, and swept into the wind, her canvas snarling and her sheets slatting like hail.

“Draw down the jib-sheet!” (London,53)

Some of these expressions are universal and show up quite similarly in other languages as well as broken English from people who speak it as a second or third language. “Come on!” he [French Pete] shouted. “Put two reef in ze mainsail! We get out queeck!” (London,77)

Yarning is a long-standing tradition at sea the world over; and can still be heard nowadays anytime someone might ask a question of a local “old salt,” someone who has seen many years aboard ships. After hearing the answer, someone often walks away wondering how much, if any at all, of what s/he just heard is true. Most of it probably is. Or maybe not.

B. Traven has a character named Fibby in his book The Death Ship give money to someone named Flory. “Take this. It’s not only for your story, but for your having told it so splendidly. It’s a great gift, my boy, to tell a story the way you did, a story that is not true, but that sounds true. That’s the point in story telling. Making people believe the story is true. (Traven,36)

Many years after writing Narcissus Joseph Conrad wrote:

Only in men’s imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life. An imaginative and exact rendering of authentic memories may serve worthily that spirit of piety towards all things human which sanctions the conceptions of a writer of tales, and the emotions of a man reviewing his own experience. (Villiers,62)

Nowadays there are still scholars studying the impact that authors such as Melville and Conrad have always had on hearts and minds of the present day people all over the world.

Even in a fictional place like SpongeBob SquarePants’ pineapple under the sea, there is a little bit of sailor talk to be found.

In Stephen Hillenburg’s 2004 SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, there is mention of a chum bucket in the context of a restaurant name. Then there’s the expression, “Dinghy ahoy / Dinghy off the port bow.” Surprisingly there are only a few other actual nautical terms throughout the entire film, but if you consider the setting and the themes themselves, I guess all the dialogue throughout can be considered “sailor talk.”

The expression “able-bodied” is used a few times, but only referring to patrons in bars. Perhaps they’re sailors, but the movie shows them to be men and women of all ages from all walks of life. Just people dining in a restaurant who are able-bodied simply because the movie says so.

The term “chum” has taken on other slang terms over time but primarily means shark bait. Often the blood and guts from smaller fish is ground up and thrown overboard to entice sharks to come closer to a fishing vessel so they can then be caught. So “Chum Bucket” becomes an unusual and humorous name to choose for a fast food restaurant.

So The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie appears to be a lighthearted fantasy loosely based on a slightly nautical theme which is actually generic enough to take place on land OR out at sea. But this certainly brings forward much nautical lore and seagoing themes which the producers are aware remains popular among boys and girls of every age. This movie did quite well at the box office for a fairly long run before “going to video” where it remains in print for sale today.

I also did quite a bit of research on one nautical noun “weft” which comes from the Old English “weave” but took on the nautical meaning for any fabric used to signal, such as a flag, or old clothing hung over the bow, or even a square sail itself positioned differently than the rest of the rigging while facing another vessel. (Soanes)

This term doesn’t see much use as a nautical term nowadays but a similar word “waft” signals odors and airs coming and going; “wafting.” It serves here a decent poetical allusion to other words which come and go much like the wind on the salty sea.

I was smitten by weft’s placement in Samuel Coleridge’s Rime Of The Ancient Mariner but imagine my surprise when during a Literature class last year I learned that the very word I’d enjoyed in the 1798 publication had been removed from the 1834 version.

Yes, the line:

/And broad as a weft upon the left / (Gardner, 119)

Became:

/ Still hid in mist, and on the left / (Gardner, 53)

Coleridge read a bad review of his epic poem in October 1799’s British Critic. The reviewer said he is “not correctly versed in the old language which he undertakes to employ,” calling the phrase “broad as a Weft” nonsensical. Apparently Coleridge agreed to remove it from subsequent editions. (Livingston,261)

But Livingston points out in his book The Road to Xanadu that weft is “a term of baggle and distress and pursuit and capture on the sea,” so the word actually did fit perfectly right where Coleridge had originally set it. Its connotation poetically near the word “broad” would likely signal great distress. Perhaps Coldridge was young at the time and deferred to his reviewers as mentors; because he could’ve kept that nautical term in all the next editions of his poem of the sea especially if these same reviewers knew little or nothing of nautical terms themselves.

Livingston devoted nine full pages to Coleridge’s use of the word; but here are just a few of the things he had to say.

a weft (or waft) was at first any ‘cloth’ that could be used to give a signal. and that is its sense in the first nautical dictionary which includes it — Sir Henry Mainwaring’s “Sea-Man’s Dictionary or Nomenclator Navalis of 1644:

when a ship doth hang a waft upon the mainstay, either that it hath sprung a leak or is in some distress. Any blanket, gown or the like hung out for a sign is called a waft. (Mainwaring ii)

Here, then, is ‘weft’ — a ‘Sea-Word’ if ever there was one; an alien ashore, to land-lubber critics a stumbling-block, and even (to one of them) foolishness. What, now, of Coleridge? For his use of the term leaves no question that the word was a living one to him. (Livingston,264)

Livingston also shows how many other words come from the same “weave”:

The term, after the way of words which live chiefly on men’s lips, without the stabilizing influence of print to fix them, is found in many forms: ‘waffe,’ ‘weffe,’ ‘waif,’ ‘waift,’ ‘whiff,’ ‘whift,’ ‘wheft,’ ‘wave,’ ‘waft,’ weft.’ That roll of variants alone would tell the story. Words do not so behave, when the convention of the printed page has set its stamp of uniformity upon them. How a term so rich in stirring associations escaped the absorption into literary usage, I do not know. The fact remains that it did escape, and it came to landsment, if it came at all, almost entirely through direct acquaintance with the sea. (Livingston,262)

He also mentioned on the same page that two men, Defoe and Smollett, both maritime novelists were the only people who employed this word before Rime of the Ancient Mariner and that he suspects it “reached Coleridge from the sea, along with other sailors’ lore.”

Most sailors both contemporary and throughout time struggle through brutal hard work for long shifts at a stretch under conditions which make lives feel uncertain at best, perhaps routine at the very least; (if they’re lucky) and if they live to tell about it, they sure do live to tell about it.

Stephen Crane ends The Open Boat with a passage which clearly exemplifies how sailors’ talk works its way into popular language decades or centuries later because the sailor just couldn’t help but tell anyone who will listen, just what it was like to endure a journey at sea the best way he can tell it.

“When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moon-light, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea’s voice to the men on the shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.” (Crane,77)

Works Cited:

Coleridge, Samuel T. Annotated Ancient Mariner: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Ed. Martin Gardner. Amherst: Prometheus Books, 2003.

Crane, Stephen. The Open Boat. New York: Dover, 1993.

Grasso, Glenn, and . Songs of the Sailor. Mystic: Mystic Seaport Museum, 1998.

Hugill, Stan. Shanties from the Seven Seas. London: Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd., 1961.

Livingston Lowes, John. The Road to Xanadu. London: Lowe and Brydone Printers Limited, 1927.

London, Jack. the Cruise of ‘The Dazzler’. Breinigsville: Aegypan Press, 1902.

Mainwaring, Sir Henry. The Sea-Man’s Dictionary. 1644. Menston, England: The Scholar Press, 1972. (as cited by Livingston Lowes on pg. 264)

Melville, Herman. Redburn: His First Voyage. Evanston: Northwestern University Press, 1849.

Soanes, Catherine. “Weft.” Compact Oxford English Dictionary of Current English. 3rd Revised ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2008.

Traven, B.. The Death Ship. Brooklyn: Lawrence Hill Books, 1934.

Villiers, Alan. Joseph Conrad: Master Mariner. Suffolk: Seafarer Books Sheridan House, 2006.

Wolfe, Tom. The Right Stuff. Toronto: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1979.

10/25/2010

The Making Of Wampum by Marc Frucht

Filed under: Academic,Food,Mundane Or Sublime,Music and Stuff,Tech — admin @ 3:33 pm

The Making of Wampum

Marc Frucht

Anth 3451

Final Paper about Final Presentation.

December, 2009

I chose to learn how difficult it is to make wampum beads by hand in an effort to understand why people who make contemporary wampum jewelry seldom also make wampum beads.

It turns out that even the most skilled artisans can only make one complete bead after about 20 minutes of difficult and dangerous work. Power tools do not cut this time down very much because for every minute you might gain in technology, you lose just as much, if not more to broken shells. If you see beads such as these (and they are not antique:)

there is a high likelihood they will be plastic, glass or wood, but not shell. To be honest, the last technological innovation that has helped streamline the construction of wampum beads was the steel drill. As I’d said before, if you try taking the next step and electrify that drill you must be very careful to use the slowest setting; still you must bear down ever so lightly or a shell will break unexpectedly, wasting all the time you’d put in making that bead.

After I got the hang of drilling my beads, I tried using a Dremel tool at its slowest setting and I never had good results no matter how I would change my technique. I’d get 2/3 of the way into a bead or so, and it would smash, or crack.

Quahogs that people work with traditionally are about 5 inches long and 2 1/2 inches wide, with a very thick shell. It’s rare that you find quahog shells that large nowadays. After this project I learned that Quahogs are much smaller nowadays because just like Cod and Lobsters, they’ve been fished out the past couple hundred years. So the ones that are found in southern New England aren’t very large, and don’t have a very thick purple part. Often times you’re only able to make a bead that is short and narrow which wouldn’t be useful for too many other projects.

I did most of my breaking and cutting on the rocks at Avery Point’s shore in Groton, CT. Then I did most of the drilling and grinding on a picnic table in my back yard on the other side of Groton. Half way through the process on several beads, I learned that it’s best to do all of the work under the water because the dust that comes away from your product is toxic. Since my project was during early winter months, I didn’t have much choice so I kept a bowl of water near and dunked the pieces regularly, and took lots of breaks, but I wasn’t able to do all the work under the water.

I broke the first couple shells into pieces that were much too small. I found I was using a large stone and bearing down with all my might, when I didn’t need to. If you just tap lightly 2-3 times, they will break into something close to uniform rectangular pieces. Not ever piece is usable of course; but if you’re starting from a very large shell (all but one of my Quahog shells were too small to be honest) you’ll get 5 or 6 pieces that might become a bead with the traditional sizes of 8mm in length and 5mm in diameter or perhaps 7mm by 5mm.

There was a seagull who was watching me work for a very long time during one of my project sessions. You’ll see him or her in the video I presented.

http://www.tinyurl.com/MakingWampum

In picking music for the soundtrack I decided I’d only use instrumental guitar and mostly old standards such as ‘Summertime’ from Porgy and Bess, and ‘Rebel Rouser’ by Duane Eddy. I used the melody to ‘Limbo Rock’ trying to give motion to the segment where the bird was flying across the water, but I also noticed it worked well while s/he was walking around on the rocks as well.

I insisted on using guitars that I’ve adopted and reworked by hand to in an effort to match the energy of the project itself. So the two guitars I picked are a bamboo guitar that a friend gave me because he thought it was really ugly. After accepting it, I learned that it was handmade by a guy named Jun Reputana who is a famous luthier near Ceba Philippines. Instead of mother of pearl inlay, he uses shell that he finds on the shore where he lives. It turns out he walks up and down the beach until he’s found just the right shell to go along with the guitar he’s making!

The second guitar I picked was a ’74 Castilla Strat copy, I found in a Goodwill and had my friend Zack in Westerly, RI. do all the extra recondition that I’m not good at. That’s the one I used for the stereotypical NDN sounds that I began the video with as a somewhat comedic ice-breaker.

I’m told the word ‘Quahog’ comes from the Narraganset word Poquauhock and that the Algonquin word Wampumpeag is white shell. No one seems to know what meant purple or black shell; but I have a hunch it’s going to be something like Wampumpog or maybe Wampumpaug. I chose to not include all of that in my presentation because I didn’t want to include hunches. I’ll keep researching and hope I bump into those meanings as well.

I didn’t finish the final two beads I presented on. Some of why I stopped right there was that I was running out of time; but I also recognized that I had enough to present on at that point. And perhaps showing what I wasn’t able to complete has more meaning than if I had in fact come up with my original goal of four beads, two perfectly purple, and two wonderfully white. I managed to drill all the way through one shell and had begun smoothing the cylinder down a little bit more narrow, and I was almost all the way to the other side of the second one when I noticed since I was too close to one of the sides, I’ll have the problem as I narrow that one, that I’ll run out of fiber that can be taken down. So that one is most likely going to crack, leaving me with only the one nearly finished bead.

I never worked with any Atlantic Whelk, because I wasn’t able to find any from restaurants; and no one had a lead on who else I could ask. But I learned that whelk shells give the best texture for a snowy white bead to complement with the all purple ones. I can find whelk meat in Chinese groceries, but not the shell. I’d love to find out someday where it is they dispose of their shells.

Sources Cited:

http://www.nativetech.org/wampum/wamphist.htm

http://www.peace4turtleisland.org/pages/wampum1.htm

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/672397/how_to_make_your_own_wampum_beads.html

http://www.ehow.com/how_5172118_make-wampum-beads.html

http://xingyangaquatics.en.made-in-china.com/product/IbNmPSTUqAYR/China-Whelk-Meat-Slices-4-.html

Brennessel, Barbara. Good Tidings: The History and Ecology of Shellfish Farming in the Northeast. Lebanon: University Press of New England, 2008.

SEE THIS PAPER AS A WORD DOC:

http://www.frucht.org/framesbymarco/ThemakingofWampum.doc

Lastly here are a couple shameless plugs, just because this page ended up higher in google and bing for some reason.  😉

http://www.reverbnation.com/marcofrucht

http://www.oilpanalley.com

10/20/2010

Documenting A 5 Page Academic Paper

Filed under: Academic,Humor,Pop Culture — admin @ 4:58 am

Assignment #3

5 Page Yarn

Missing Nautical Devices and Ice Cream for Movie Star Namesakes.

23Mar10

The life of a “Project O” Deckhand is not always intense; but sometimes quite eventful.

Most of your time on University of Connecticut’s Project Oceanology ship will be spent swabbing aboard ship, tidying up, coiling spiral tow lines, and making sure life preservers and vests are in their correct places. There is only one head which you’ll clean if the campus custodians aren’t on duty but also plenty of litter ashore in the parking lot, and your responsibilities in the biology lab rooms include cleaning out fish tanks and making sure the water temperatures are set.

One of the most mundane jobs of a Deckhand at Project Oceanology is assuring that all the lobster pots and other traps are serviceable, inventorying which ones might be in disrepair; but not everything is this routine. Sometimes a little old lady will slip one foot off the gang plank getting stuck between the bulwark and the pier. There’s only a tiny space in between; so you might ask how could she possibly get her whole leg stuck in there? Well it occasionally happens and you’re usually the closest person at hand to help keep her calm and loosen a mooring line if needed so she can squeeze herself out.

So just how did UConn come to own and operate some floating research labs? Well, Project O (as we deckhands nicknamed the whole program) currently deploys two — and soon three — vessels but I’m only well acquainted with the one original one from my time there as deckhand back in the ‘90s. Mostly, I’m told Enviro 2, the newer one is larger, more modern and was custom-built specifically for UConn. Even though Enviro-Lab is more humble she came to Project O with some fascinating stories to tell; and I’ll just recount a few here.

She is a 50-foot wooden lobster boat which was being used as a disguise by drug runners off the coast of Pawtucket — yes, there is a long history of smuggling, bootlegging and even blockade running near Long Island Sound that goes all the way back to the middle 1600’s – until the U.S. Customs Department confiscated it in 1986 as part of President Reagan’s War On Drugs and a few years later it was donated to UConn. When Project O acquired her, the net dragging system wasn’t serviceable because of her months in dry-dock and years where the nets were only used for show. The original plan was to remove the whole trawling apparatus just using her for daytrips pulling up core samples over the bulwark from down below in Long Island Sound. But alas, at some point the new owners realized they could just as easily repair her and gain a daily catch of various wildlife and plants which could convert the ship into a mobile living history museum of sorts.

Everything from lobsters, to squid, and even spider crabs can be gathered by grade-school students who will then see them right up close and hopefully learn there’s a whole Sound full of living breathing participants in a shared ecosystem instead of only dead or almost expired food in their local supermarket. Tables, glass tanks, and Bunsen burners help her to serve as a virtual floating science laboratory; hence the name “Enviro-Lab.”

So most days she goes out and comes back on a routine schedule planned ahead of time with curriculum in mind; but sometimes Enviro-Lab and her crew are tasked with taking ice-cream to a famous scientist and exchanging her mail for her. Helen Hunt, (no relation to the movie star, but they know each other) is a leading ornithologist studying all the diseases that birds carry between Plum Island and places like Boston and New York. She believes these highly populous areas are much too close to the U.S. government containment facility. Many birds migrate up to 300 miles away regularly and Plum Island Animal Disease Center is just six miles away from the Connecticut coast line; so our Helen Hunt is afraid that the diseases quarantined on the island travel farther than the government claims because birds eat plants and animals there and then fly all over the northeast of the U.S. mingling with other plants, animals, rocks, streams and the rest of the natural world. So she lives year-round in a shelter-half on a smaller island off Plum Island’s coast doing scientific tests on everything from tree-branches to bird-droppings and then predicts how much contaminant might leak out toward populated areas each year.

Most of her grant money goes into studying Anthrax, Encephalitis, Mad Cow, and Lyme Disease so there isn’t usually enough left over for amenities such as hot water, electricity and of course television or refrigeration; which answers the question as to why we at Project O will periodically deliver news of the world and ice-cream to Helen Hunt and her interns. She prefers Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey but whenever we can’t get that she just wants a box of Neapolitan. “Plain old pink white and brown” she called it.

Now that’s still somewhat routine scheduled into day to day events for the Project O deckhand whenever there’s enough new mail; but it’s one you will come to look forward to since it breaks up your day.

And let me tell you about an even more unexpected and almost disturbing thing that happened one Saturday morning which greatly disrupted an otherwise normal day out on the Enviro-Lab.

There was a light rain. Long Island Sound and the Thames were quite choppy, so the sea was not what we would like to call “flat.” There was much fog in the harbor. Earlier in the day’s journey a captain was teaching me about the GPS and how the government mandates a few feet of random error for each and every GPS reading so that someone can’t lock-on to a military ship or aircraft. Many of the Project O captains come from a pool of local ferryboat pilots who give one day a month or entire weekends to the University pro-bono. This captain, who I will just call Horn Rims, because of the glasses he wears, was no exception.

Horn Rims handed me binoculars and asked, “What’s wrong with this picture, First Mate?” Now since the crew handling the Enviro-Lab consists of only half a dozen people, as deck hand you’re often called ‘First Mate’ because you’ll will be Captain’s assistant for all things at times when the science teachers focus primarily on teaching and chaperoning the school kids.

“Nothing comes to mind,” I told him.

“You don’t see anything missing?” asked Horn Rims, with a tone in his voice that showed he was astonished I could miss something so massive.

“Nope.”

“Well I’ll tell you,” he said, “because I’m in radio contact at all times and I already know what’s supposed to be right about there. Look again and I’ll tell you, you’ll remember it. Right about there. That’s supposed to be Red Channel Buoy #6!”

“Huh? What the…”

He explained to me that a Trident nuclear-powered submarine had hit the large can on its way back to the U.S. Navy’s lower base in Gales Ferry and likely never even felt a nudge as it collected up the entire buoy including a few links of chain that weigh about 75 pounds each!

“Yupper,” said Horn Rims, “carried it clear up the river and dropped it yonder somewhere between the Odd Fellows Home and the USS Nautilus museum as if she hadn’t been carrying anything in the first place.”

The Navy didn’t even know about it yet but the Coast Guard sure did, and that’s how Horn Rims knew, from the chatter on the radio. And the Navy was sure to hear of it soon and then go immediately into cover-up mode making sure that the New London Day never found out about it; or at least they hoped reporters would agree to ignore such an embarrassing story.

“We’ll probably see the buoy floundering around up there,” said Horn Rims, “while we head toward the Yantic river; or at least we’ll see the Coast Guard out there with their helicopters and cranes struggling with how to wrestle it back down the river to where it’s supposed to stay.”

Just then I put one leg up on one of the bench seats so I could re-tie my Teva Sandals when all of a sudden old Horn Rims gave one leg of my trousers a brisk tug.

Yes, he pulled my leg.

Like I’m pulling yours!

And now… another liberal dose of economic analysis

Filed under: Academic,Mundane Or Sublime,News — admin @ 12:31 am

This post actually began as a FaceBook reply to an old friend who is noticing some of the same things I am.

The Democrats are desperate to prove they didn’t ruin this economy beyond repair. I will actually feel horrible if this does rage into a depression before the 2012 election and the Republicans get away with blaming the Democrats.

It is now a very old dogma that seems to go back well before the “great depression” (there were two more I’m pretty sure were worse than 1929 by the way, in the 1870s and in the 1760s!!!)

The Republicans keep calling the Democrats “tax and spend” which is a half truth at best. Most of the time they must tax us it is because they were handed an impossible situation by Republicans who perhaps do not tax, but outspend Democrats at least 2 to 1!!!

Where on earth do they expect us to grasp that this spending will come from? Whatever Democrat is honest enough and suicidal enough to tax us!!!

Then they play blame the victim like a rapist trying his hardest to tell the judge that she deserved it because her dress was red, or it was low cut enough to almost see a nipple!!!

Do people fall for this every single time?

I wish they’d wake up before this off year election and I certainly wish they will get it before 2012!!!

10/01/2010

Economic Analysis Of a MOST Macro Kind.

Filed under: Mundane Or Sublime,OpEd,Tech — admin @ 8:17 am

I saw the following astute and alert analysis on a friend’s Facebook page today and replied in kind.

In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with looking into the minimum wage in CT to see if it helps people get a job or somehow impairs them from getting a job in CT. It is worth a study. It appears that this may be a taboo entitlement situation to many. It could be possible to keep those at the present minimum wage and hire the new people at a lower minimum wage. I am no expert… I just look at things from different points of view.

I agree with you sort of!

The biggest problem was on or about 1992 when “industry” took a similar look and saw that union jobs had hit a magic 16. The average person with 16 years in a factory was making 16 dollars per hour.

Bosses all over this country decided they needed to cut that down to 10/hr at the end of someone’s career, and only minimum wage at the beginning.

Except for the bosses’ bosses; NO ONE liked that idea.

So instead they downsized/outsourced/closed every single plant in this nation one by one. They hired “middlemen” at about 15 per hour to lead entire teams of people making just a dollar or two more per hour than the minimum wage instead of the 16 that they panicked about in the first place.

Now that almost everyone makes just a couple bucks more than minimum wage they’re panicking again.

Do we want the minimum wage to be only 2/3 what it was last year?

1/3?

This is a very cynical proposition.

These are most cynical times.

Ironically, President Clinton pushed through a pay increase for each new President (Bush then Obama then who…) of about 3/2’s.

At a time when the US economy must shrink 2/3’s if it will survive???

We are in grave danger.

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