tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315120222024-03-26T23:37:09.970-07:00Tispaquin's RevengeDouglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.comBlogger807125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-13674810208780957232023-08-07T05:14:00.015-07:002023-08-07T08:49:27.820-07:00Ruth Marcus is a Fact-Free Concern Troll Who Writes for the Washington Post<p> [Wapo, 8/6, Ruth Marcus: <a data-pb-local-content-field="web_headline" href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/08/06/trump-jan-6-indictment-defense-pretrial-arguments/"><span>'How Trump will fight back in court; Trump won't stay quiet for long'</span></a><span>]</span></p><p><span>The headline is factually wrong ('Trump won't stay quiet for long.'). Trump has <i>never</i> been quiet. This fact has been the dominant news story of the past days, weeks and months. CNN's on-line headline for 8/6 is concordant with this fact. It reads<b>:</b></span><b><span> "</span>Trump and team seek to destroy credibility of his election subversion trial before a date is even set."</b></p><p>In a news analysis, CNN<b>'s </b><span><a href="https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/07/politics/trump-delay-tactics-election-subversion-trial/index.html">Stephen Collinson </a>explains:</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"<a href="https://www.cnn.com/videos/politics/2023/08/06/sotu-lauro-full.cnn" target="_blank">Donald Trump</a> and <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/06/politics/trump-legal-team-protective-order/index.html" target="_blank">his legal team</a>
are escalating efforts to discredit and delay a trial over his alleged
attempt to overturn the 2020 election, as his fight to avert criminal
convictions becomes ever more indistinguishable from his presidential
campaign.
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"The former president’s attorney Sunday vowed to petition to
relocate the trial from Washington, DC, claiming that a local jury won’t
reflects the “characteristics” of the American people. And as
prosecutors seek a speedy trial, he warned that his team will seek to
run out the process for years in an apparent attempt to move it past the
2024 election.
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<p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_05000518-5933-A550-53CE-CD3583E33176@published" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">
"Trump demanded the judge set to hear the case recuse herself in a
flurry of assaults on the process that may fail legally, but will play
into his campaign narrative that he is a victim of political persecution
by the Biden administration designed to thwart a White House comeback."</span></span></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_05000518-5933-A550-53CE-CD3583E33176@published" style="text-align: left;">---- </p><p><span> The truth of the Jan. 6 indictment (and the classified dox indictment) is that Trump's attorneys know they have no chance of winning a jury trial, in part because Trump has already admitted enough to satisfy the factual and 'consciousness of guilt' components of the prosecution's case. </span></p><p><span>"<i>Try him in the press</i>," Richard Nixon said to his minions in the Watergate Oval Office tapes. Nixon was referring to Daniel Ellsberg and the Pentagon Papers. Nixon understood that the best legal strategy is to never let an issue get to trial in the first place. Trump's only strategy is like Nixon's -- to 'try it in the press.' This means a legal strategy of doing anything and everything (including threatening fact witnesses) at each procedural turn of the screw to push back the date of jury selection to never.</span></p><p><span>Trump can't and won't testify in Court on either case. He would be dissembled within a few minutes by a rookie prosecutor. To win the empathy of even one juror, Trump has to display the courage and conviction of an innocent, unjustly accused man. That requires having the spine to take the stand. But he can't and won't because Trump is a self-admitted serial liar. In the documents case he has already claimed to be doing purely recreational lying (cf. the secret Iran war plan he was waving around at Bedminster, NJ was just a sheaf of news clippings. Even when Trump <i>says</i> he's lying, he's lying.). </span></p><p><span>Lying is like eating for Trump. He does it for necessity <i>and</i> for pleasure. Trump enjoys lying to people. He likes knowing that his supporters desperately want to believe his lies. He likes knowing that as a billionaire, his flacks, sycophants, minions and 'body men' must always pretend they believe his lies. ['you speak wise and beautiful truths, Sire ...'] </span></p><p><span>-------------------</span></p><p><span>A meta-story emerging from the indictments of Trump is the inability of some (but not all) of the mainstream press to show even basic journalistic competence as fact-presenters. In the WaPo example here, the headline writer ('Trump won't stay quiet for long') is utterly clueless. Did they not even watch the news all weekend? </span></p><p><span>The Washington Post of 2023 is not that of 1973. The WaPo then was breaking fresh, original news reporting on Watergate every day and week. Its reporters and columnists were well ahead of the news curve -- not miles behind it.<br /></span></p><p><span>The WaPo and Ruth Marcus seem afflicted with the syndrome of covering a serious public event as if it were a sports contest. Each season, the Alabama Crimson Tide plays football against some tiny, non-ranked opponent. Because it's obvious Alabama will win by seven touchdowns, the sports reporters previewing the game are forced to <i>fantasize</i> about how the tiny college team 'could win.' </span></p><p><span>Ruth Marcus does the same with Trump (this is how Trump 'could' win at trial). It is pure fantasy for pure fantasy's sake. It is like the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIXy2Kit4z4">YouTube videos</a> which ask, "What <i>if</i> the Sun exploded tomorrow?"<br /></span></p><p><span>If Marcus had listened to Trump attorney John Lauro on Sunday, 8/5, she would have heard John Lauro plainly state his goal is to <i>never</i> go to trial. The CNN story </span>plainly states this:<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"And as
prosecutors seek a speedy trial, he (Lauro) warned that his team will seek to
run out the process for years in an apparent attempt to move it past the
2024 election."</span></span></p><p><span>Ruth Marcus has no idea what John Lauro <i>might or could</i> say to any future Jan. 6 jury. This is because John Lauro doesn't know either. Lauro is like a criminal whose entire 'plan' is to not get caught. Once caught, there is no 'plan' because ... the plan was to <i>not</i> get caught. Lather, rinse, repeat. <br /></span></p><p><span>------ <br /></span></p><p><span>U.S. Dept. of Interior Secretary James Watt once said on tape to a convention of Amway distributors: "If you're too tied up in your music or your job to be an Amway distributor, that's fine. After all, we don't want everyone selling Amway ... Someone has to buy it." <br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-48058993526755832922023-08-05T15:52:00.008-07:002023-08-05T16:57:36.864-07:00Mark Levin's Chagrin: Jack Smith is Not Dumb<p>Mark Levin (on FOX, 8/4) is <b>very</b> <b>deeply</b> <b>upset</b> that Prosecutor Jack Smith refused to charge Donald Trump with using speech and words to foment an insurrection on Jan. 6, 2021. <a href="https://www.foxnews.com/media/mark-levin-goes-off-bill-barr-weasel-mike-pence-indictment-crap">Rant here</a>. Levin:</p><p><i>"This indictment, Mr. Barr, is crap! And the reason they didn't bring
insurrection, and seditious conspiracy is because there was no
insurrection and seditious conspiracy. …"</i></p><p>Levin equates the gravitas of crimes by how juicy their names sound (Sedition !!! Insurrection !!! Blimey!!!). He seems to be watching the <i><u>Adams Chronicles</u>, </i>taking snuff and waving a quill pen menacingly ('By my steed these scratched words shall alert the delegates at Philadelphia!')</p><p>Levin makes a good point; and Prosecutor Jack Smith agrees with him. An insurrection or sedition conviction against Trump would be virtually impossible to win. Unlike the word 'sedition,' the words 'criminal conspiracy' and 'defraud' are deeply embedded in everyday criminal law and in mountain ranges of case law. To use 'insurrection' or 'sedition' as the fundamental basis for a criminal indictment is bad winning strategy. It's like going straight down the steepest, hardest part of the mountain instead of the bunny trail around the corner. It's just a real big gushy loser. <br /></p><p>What is reliably prosecutable under the U.S. Code is the commission of specific <i>acts</i> and <i>actions</i>, including the formation and operation of a criminal conspiracy. These are rugged, time-worn legal tangibles. Sedition and insurrection have very little case law behind them and the cases which exist are so scattered over time and context to be unreliable as guidance (pick anyone you want; they all say different things). If a group is blowing up buildings and say they want to overthrow the U.S., you convict them for blowing up the buildings -- not for saying they have a seditious reason for doing so. Maybe they just <i>like </i>blowing up buildings. Who really knows? <br /></p>UNC Law professor Michael Gerhardt <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/02/opinions/trump-enormous-stakes-third-indictment-gerhardt/?dicbo=v2-J5ByhpE&hpt=ob_blogfooterold">explains</a>:<br /><p>"The third set of indictments is based on credible evidence of Trump’s
conspiring to hinder or undo the final certification of the Electoral
College votes in Congress ... The evidence and
testimony laid out in the <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2022/07/23/politics/january-6-hearings-takeaways/index.html">January 6 House select committee’s hearings</a> are not imaginary or false; they plainly support the misconduct charged in the most recent indictment." </p><p>Trump's lawyer-for-the-day, John Lauro, has <i>repeatedly</i> admitted that Trump <i>did</i> try to 'hinder and undo' the electoral vote certification, but offers this Eddie Haskell-ish twist: that Trump merely <i>suggested</i> there be a 10-day 'pause' in the certification of state electors' ballots by Congress on Jan. 6, 2021; and Trump's 'suggestion' was protected 1st Amendment political speech. </p><p>Statements by an attorney made on behalf of their client are treated in criminal trials as if the accused said the words themselves. Lauro, in trying to give succor to Trump supporters, has <i>repeatedly</i> admitted the essential facts (and interpretation of those facts) which buttress the indictment. It's as if Lauro admitted his client <i>did</i> rob the bank but did so only because he didn't get his free toaster. </p><p>Lauro makes these disastrous factual admissions because he has no choice. Lauro has to say something to give succor to Trump's base; and on a near-daily basis. He must keep them from abandoning Trump and no longer funding his legal defense. This is a survival-level need. Lauro's fanciful re-spinning of Jan. 6th gives Trump's base the false and self-righteous narrative they crave.</p><p>The price of this news-cycle succor is that Lauro, and therefore, defendant Trump, have now repeatedly admitted the essential factual elements of the case before a trial date has even been set. Lauro has done so in a manner which cannot be walked back -- and can be immediately presented by the prosecution to the Court as fresh, credible evidence. Why would Lauro do this?</p><p>The simplest explanation is that Lauro knows that once jury selection begins, the case is over. Lauro knows they have no chance at trial. As such, there is no real wounding by now admitting the essential facts of the indictment (ie., that Trump <i>did</i> want the certification to stop and <i>did</i> try to stop the certification) in order to give immediate succor to Trump's base. It's a trade-off. Lauro's admissions are <i>so</i> disastrous at any future trial that the only rational conclusion one can draw is that he doesn't care. Lauro knows if this case ever gets to a jury, he has lost. <br /></p><p>------<br /></p><p><i> </i>"If the facts are not on your side, argue the law. If the law is not on
your side, argue the facts. When neither the law nor the facts are on
your side, pound the table"<i> -- Michael Gerhardt. He is the Burton Craige Distinguished Professor of
Jurisprudence at the University of North Carolina School of Law. He is
the author of several books, including the forthcoming “The Law of
Presidential Impeachment.” </i></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-14493069746960597122023-08-04T10:46:00.001-07:002023-08-04T11:21:45.912-07:00Trump's Defense is Really an Insanity Defense<p><b>Trump's stated defense will require the Jury find that:</b></p><p><i>Because the Defendant was mentally incapable of understanding and accepting that Joseph Biden, Jr. won the 2020 Unjted States presidential election, the State's burden of proving consciousness of guilt cannot be met</i><i> beyond a reasonable doubt.</i><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><b>Without directly saying so, Trump's stated legal defense asserts that he was insane from November 1, 2020 to Jan. 6, 2021. He was
insane within the legal meaning of a person who cannot see or understand
a set of facts in the way that a reasonable, rational person would see
and understand the same facts.</b></p><p><b> That this strategy is itself insane misses the BIG point, which is:</b></p><p><b>Trump's only viable legal strategy is to avoid any trial by any Jury ever. Speculation about what Trump's lawyers will 'say' to a future Jury is meaningless. Once a jury is seated -- it's over. </b></p><p><b>This is why before a sycophantic interviewer, John Lauro et al. freely mix and conflate contradictory threads:</b></p><p><b>1. The 2020 election <i>was</i> stolen (Trump was correct on the facts).</b></p><p><b>2. The 2020 election wasn't stolen (Trump was wrong on the facts). However, Trump was so emotionally committed to the notion of a stolen election that he was not conscious that what he was doing was wrong. </b></p><p><b>3. The character of the 2020 election is irrelevant because everything Trump did and said is absolutely protected by the First Amendment as political speech.</b></p><p><b>What makes this case so maddening to analyze is that you keep forgetting that there IS no strategy for what to present to a Jury. The only possible survival strategy for Trump is to do anything and everything to kick the proceeding as far out as possible -- at each procedural moment. </b></p><p><b>But you can't simply announce to the World that this is your actual legal strategy. You can't file a procedural motion which plainly states its only salutory purpose is to delay and complicate the proceeding as much as possible. There has to be a pretext, a fig leaf, some perfunctory daubing of lipstick on the pig. Enter John Lauro. Lather, rinse, repeat.<br /></b></p><p><b>The end.<br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-81185536957054917502023-08-01T02:07:00.000-07:002023-08-01T02:07:25.530-07:00Maine's Tumbledown Mt. is on a Road to Ruin<p> Yeah, why <i>should</i> you repair a public road if there's no 'taxpayers' on it?</p><p> ------------------- <br /></p><p>Access to the Tumbledown Mountain trails has been hampered by
flooding, and state and county officials have entered talks to see who
foots the repair bill.
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<span class="by">By </span><span itemprop="author">Emmett Gartner</span><span class="sourceline"> </span></div><div class="name"><span class="sourceline">The Maine Monitor</span></div><div class="name"><span class="sourceline">July 30, 2023 <br /></span></div><div class="name"><span class="sourceline"> </span> </div>
</div>After
a torrent of late June rain, the road to the popular Tumbledown
Mountain hiking trails has taken on the rough look of a mountain trail.</div>
<p>Water washed out the pavement on the road’s edges and exposed chunks
of loose rock. In one section, the center buckled and cracked, and land
around the road’s culverts slipped into the brook they feed.</p><div class="inner-sidebar">
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<p>Though remedial repairs have already been made to this 2.5-mile
stretch of Byron Road in central Franklin County, county officials and
the Maine Bureau of Parks and Lands are grappling with a $70,000 to
$100,000 question of who will pay for the rest.</p>
<p>The initial repairs have made the road navigable, but county
officials said they would soon put up signs warning travelers of the
damage and corresponding risk.</p>
<p>Both parties were hesitant about that prospect during a July 25
meeting between county officials and Tim Post, the western regional land
manager for the Bureau of Parks and Lands.</p>
<p>The road is owned by the county but has no county residents alongside
it, Commissioner Bob Carlton said during the meeting, and most of the
land abutting it is owned by the state, disincentivizing the county from
footing the entire bill.</p><p></p>
<p>“From our standpoint, it just doesn’t make a lot of sense to … spend a
lot of money on a road that has no taxpayers on it,” Carlton said.</p>
<p>Further complicating the issue, according to County Administrator Amy
Bernard, is the road was already in bad shape before the flooding hit.
Bernard said the culverts were undersized and the road itself was too
wide, stretching from brook to brook in the valley.</p><p> </p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-56423979853301850702023-07-24T09:37:00.002-07:002023-07-24T09:41:56.457-07:00Cornel West Wants You to Thank Him for Losing Your Election<p> </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpa1ZuzQy5W8n3PO1HKbTe99Kb7ZqsBP039CFvS7YckL18Ns8_S7pqCbeIJCQPbEQkzALabxQjqS56322_td8BuVKFjX9Cx8cK46HMxOfewvUqmUGeeZtWiuFvohdlann2Zsc7FYQAfJ-NeYVvXGjT2o5v18MpHQZWcatepK5_izg4TEALBJN/s2288/CornelFROG.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1712" data-original-width="2288" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpa1ZuzQy5W8n3PO1HKbTe99Kb7ZqsBP039CFvS7YckL18Ns8_S7pqCbeIJCQPbEQkzALabxQjqS56322_td8BuVKFjX9Cx8cK46HMxOfewvUqmUGeeZtWiuFvohdlann2Zsc7FYQAfJ-NeYVvXGjT2o5v18MpHQZWcatepK5_izg4TEALBJN/w400-h299/CornelFROG.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This frog will get as many electoral college votes as Cornel West.<br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Cornel West is the injured veteran who insists on playing and 'helping the
team' even though he can barely walk -- and ends up causing the team to
lose. And he wants you to <i>thank</i> him for it. <p><cite class="source__cite"><span class="source__text" data-editable="source" style="font-family: inherit;"> CNN</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">
— 7/21/2023 -- Headline:</span></cite></p><p><b>Democratic worries bubble up over Cornel West’s Green Party run as Biden campaign takes hands-off approach </b></p><div class="byline__names">
By <a class="byline__link" href="https://www.cnn.com/profiles/gregory-krieg"><span class="byline__name">Gregory Krieg</span></a>, <a class="byline__link" href="https://www.cnn.com/profiles/eva-mckend-profile"><span class="byline__name">Eva McKend</span></a> and <a class="byline__link" href="https://www.cnn.com/profiles/isaac-dovere"><span class="byline__name">Edward-Isaac Dovere</span></a>, CNN
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2:47 PM EDT, Fri July 21, 2023
</div><p><cite class="source__cite"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></cite><i>"Cornel West’s candidacy on the Green Party line confuses some of
his longtime political allies and friends – while also alarming top
Democrats and Black leaders as a potential ticking time bomb for
President Joe Biden in next year’s election." </i></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">-------</p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">Cornel West knows you need 538 electoral votes to win. Cornel West knows he can't and won't <i>actually win</i> 538 electoral votes. He knows he will <i>not</i> pull away Republican voters and thereby help in close states. He knows he <i>will</i> pull from voters in close states who would otherwise vote Democratic. Cornel West knows that no third party candidate for president has ever won or even come remotely close to winning the U.S. presidency.</p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">Cornel West knows that without a Justice Department willing to prosecute civil rights violations,. the laws become meaningless fig leaves. He knows that a Republican victory means the end of civil rights period -- no enforcement and the active stripping away of the underlying laws themselves. <br /></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">If Cornel West is the razor-sharp intellect he is running as -- he would his candidacy cannot help its intended benefactors. It's like giving someone a boat with a hole in the bottom as a wedding present and then expecting to be<i> thanked</i>. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">West wishes to be honored and praised and for his Quixotic mission for the White House. But he is as confusing reckless stupidity with bravery. He is the delusionary soldier leaping out of the foxhole alone, getting quickly shot by the enemy, and revealing his company's secreted location. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">BUT WON'T HE GET PEOPLE TO VOTE WHO WOULD OTHERWISE NOT?<br /></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">This is a provable falsity -- according to West's <i>own</i> campaign strategy. Any new voters which he pulls into the election will naturally vote for him. Except for a few states with ranked-choice voting in presidential elections, this means that the only candidate capable of keeping the Republicans from winning <i>will not get any</i> of the new votes and voters West attracts. This is the unifying falsity which defines all failed third party presidential candidacies coming from the Left. West's rebuttal is provably false (by factual data) and rationally disingenuous. On the negative effect of Ralph Nader on the 2000 election, West bluntly claims none of the Nader voters would have voted <i>at all</i> if not for Nader -- so they had no effect on Al Gore's numbers. But this argues too much. First, West can't prove (some Nader voters would have switched if Nader told them; but he didn't). Using West's own rationale, his candidacy in 2024 will at best be utterly meaningless. He drew in voters only to have them throw their votes completely away by voting for him, who has no stick of a chance of getting five electoral votes, never mind 538. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">Cornel West is a guy who can't swim who thinks he can do a better life-saving job than the life guard simply because he <i>cares</i> more. So the kid drowns. And he wants you to thank him for it. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">All Left-oriented 3rd Party candidates always promise to tell their supporters to switch to the leading candidate if the polls show them with no chance actually winning (or getting a single electoral vote). Then they <i>always</i> refuse. This is because 3rd party candidates are always liars. 3rd Party candidates cannot and will not ever accept culpability for their obstinacy and its consequences on the real people who now have to suffer under a truly hostile government-in-power. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">Nor does West seem to be aware that this Republican Party is more hostile to black Americans than any since the Reconstruction. Or that this Republican Party has plainly stated its intention to make black Americans as legally powerless as before the 1964 Civil Rights Act. None of these existential facts seem to faze West -- it is if he is still living in 1980 and the Republican Party was that led by Gerald Ford. This a problem with Old Lefties.Their lifetimes of past experience turn into millstones in the present. </p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">It's one thing for one old man to launch one more Quixotic Mission to redeem the defeats of his past. But that's a personal thing. If you personal validation, go climb K-2. At least it will only be your body on the crags of the summit. But don't invite the whole country along and kill them as well. That is just selfish.<br /></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">Like RFK Jr.. West seems driven by internal demons unique to men who
realize this is their last shot -- at anything 'big.' This is Cornel
West at the bar with Dylan Thomas, draining pints and rage, raging
against the dying of the light, forgetting the world goes on after them,
and they are really only rueing the dying of their own light.</p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published">*30*<br /></p><p class="paragraph inline-placeholder" data-analytics-observe="off" data-component-name="paragraph" data-editable="text" data-uri="cms.cnn.com/_components/paragraph/instances/paragraph_3EDBB5E4-3239-476E-59FF-78C8AFB04C0E@published"> <br /></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-53666613853067726152023-07-24T06:16:00.000-07:002023-07-24T06:16:04.007-07:00100 year old Apple trees, Richmond, Maine - 5/2/2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE--r7Db5a5Us34oYJr6L_SEpV4PToUKxn_zGYNX6TdewYMIk3nzKDzFv8O3PSpXlNbv7c-lLQ0mHq7QLojdN41hEpmDdh5IIt4vUO0RHmvH1UUtQsAaa7hcqisnm8HOj1twL1_sDNQgvNrrTil_3CoUMCQJik1p7Cdlz23PEbaHQjEefoPZm/s4337/appletreerichmond.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4337" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE--r7Db5a5Us34oYJr6L_SEpV4PToUKxn_zGYNX6TdewYMIk3nzKDzFv8O3PSpXlNbv7c-lLQ0mHq7QLojdN41hEpmDdh5IIt4vUO0RHmvH1UUtQsAaa7hcqisnm8HOj1twL1_sDNQgvNrrTil_3CoUMCQJik1p7Cdlz23PEbaHQjEefoPZm/w400-h319/appletreerichmond.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-38336622020146511622023-07-21T16:27:00.001-07:002023-07-21T16:27:30.251-07:00Old Farm Shed near Wilson Pond, North Monmouth, Maine.Photoshoot for 1st Day of Spring (March 20) in 2023.
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he is proving to be an early headache for President Joe Biden, who is
now forced into a no-win decision between debating him and allowing his
dangerous nonsense to go unchecked." </p><p>RFK Jr. is no 'early headache' for Biden. He is a useful contrast for Biden. The more RFK Jr. self-implodes, the more Biden looks like the only sane adult in the room.</p><p>CNN and others continue to paint RFK Jr. as a serious presidential candidate even as the facts in their<i> own reporting</i> lay out his own lurching, calamitous self-immolation. CNN has a fiduciary interest in allowing RFK Jr. to be 'considered' a serious candidate (by whom?; for what?) solely because RFK Jr. will generate clicks -- but only if he remains considered (by CNN) to still be a 'serious' challenger who 'worries Democrats.'</p><p>Who are all these 'worried Democrats' ? How come CNN can't find one and interview them? Are they also 'worried' about talking to CNN? How worried can a Democrat be? <br /></p><p>This is the oldest and sleaziest news trick in the book. You invent a premise from whole cloth claim that it 'worries' some unknown but apparently audible 'Democrats' If the worries are audible, where is the audio? Where's the interview? Where's the transcript? </p><p>The provable fact that the Koch brothers are funding RFK Jr. and the fact that he is not flatly rejecting their 'help' should be the second sentence in any CNN story about RFK Jr. He is the first-ever Democratic primary hopeful directly funded and cheered on by the <i>opposing</i> party and vocally hated by his <i>own</i> party. Or, as Democratic House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries said on July 20, RFK Jr. is a “a living, breathing, false flag operation.” </p><p>This non sequitur is not just insane -- it's highly germane. </p><p>CLICKS RULE -- FACTS DROOL</p><p>For CNN, keeping RFK Jr. in the news queue and portal page generates far more clicks than that guy from North Dakota. Without RFK Jr. there is no named challenger to Biden and therefore, no upcoming Democratic presidential contest of any type. Bored now. So can't we prop up the squeaky bat a bit longer? </p><p> <br /></p>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-68671879617365658912017-12-10T22:33:00.004-08:002017-12-10T23:15:57.931-08:00Carl Sagan and the Pollution of ScienceWhile most scientists do not lie (except when they play poker), they can be easily encouraged to do so with the offer of financial renumeration. We call them 'biostitutes.' They pollute science and do not care (as they turn the key to their new SUV). But we have to live in the wreck of the world which their lies have made.<br />
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Carl Sagan (1980) wrote that "science is self-correcting" (contrasting with religious dogma). But this is only <i>sometimes</i> true and only under certain special conditions. Sagan's thesis requires a lack of financial incentive for scientists to lie. Sagan's postulate ('science is self-correcting') is virtually impossible to attain (and is strongly disfavored) in a capitalist society. As such Sagan's 'Rule' is the exception which proves the opposite. <br />
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Sagan was afflicted with personal/psychological bias regarding the life experiments conducted on NASA's Viking 1 and 2 landers on Mars in 1976. His apologia for the failure of Viking 1 and 2 to find any present or past evidence of life on Mars, in his book <i>Cosmos</i> ('Blues for a Red Planet') is almost the same 'special pleading' used by the Church to explain away Galileo's discovery with a telescope of moons around Jupiter. The hidden bias in Sagan's special pleading that he knew the only justification for spending $1 billion to put two landers on Mars was the chance of finding signs of life. When Viking 1 and 2 found no signs of life, it was hard for a non-biased observer <i>not</i> to describe the effort as a failure. This is shown simply: if NASA had hard evidence there was no life on Mars, Congress would not have given them $1 billion to put two landers on it. So were Sagan and the JPL liars? Were they 'astrobiostitutes'? No. Just the opposite. They were conducting an experiment which could only be conducted by physically going to Mars. And that <i>does</i> cost a billion dollars.<br />
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<b>Percival Lowell and Carl Sagan</b><br />
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"Blues for a Red Planet" tells the strange story of a wealthy Bostonian, Percival Lowell, who had an interest in astronomy, and funded a giant telescope to be built for him in Flagstaff, Arizona around 1910. Through this telescope, Lowell viewed Mars incessantly and was convinced he saw giant man-made canals on it. Nobody could shake Lowell of this conviction, and because he was the richest guy around (and paid everybody), everyone said, 'Whatever you say, Mr. Lowell (you freakin' nut).'<br />
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In 1910, the diameter of Mars and its distance from Earth had been calculated to a few percent. A 'canal' of the size and width Lowell drew while looking at Mars would have to be<i> 100 times wider </i>than the Mississippi River. Why did nobody point this out to Lowell? Some did. But most, who were dependent on his patronage, dutifully said, "Yup, Mr. Lowell, that sure looks like a man-made canal to me." [The resolution of Lowell's 24-inch dia. refractor telescope was so poor that it could barely discern a feature on Mars smaller than the British Isles on Earth, let alone the Thames River or London, or a canal along the Thames near London. But Lowell swore he 'saw them.']<br />
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Like Lowell, Carl Sagan was like Fox Mulder of the X-Files, burrowed in a cellar office with a poster on the wall which said, "I Want To Believe." For Lowell, it was canals on Mars. For Sagan it was life on Mars -- of any type. Carl Sagan almost religiously hoped to find scientific evidence of life on Mars. His 'telescope' was the $1 billion Viking 1 and 2 landers. But like Lowell should have known in his time (1910), Sagan should have known in his time (1976) that finding <i>any life</i> on Mars was as likely as finding a Suez Canal on Mars. The clue? Atmosphere.<br />
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NASA knew in the 1970s that the atmosphere of Mars was ridiculously thin; on Earth it would be called a very good vacuum. Atmospheric pressure on the lowest section of Mars (Hellas Basin) is less than the highest altitude of a jet fighter (10 mbar). The <i>best</i> conditions on the surface of Mars are what you would expect at 60,000 feet of altitude on Earth. Sagan knew all this well before Viking. But like Lowell and Fox Mulder, Sagan <i>wanted to believe</i>. Why?<br />
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1. If Viking discovered life on Mars it would be biggest scientific discovery in the history of <i>Homo sapiens</i>.<br />
2. If Viking discovered no signs of life on Mars it could be called a colossal waste of $1 billion dollars and cripple NASA and space exploration in perpetuity.<br />
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So when the Viking data came back and said, "No life -- not even a chance." It was a colossal bummer for the Viking team and NASA, as in -- <i>we are so screwed</i>. Hence the PBS television show 'Cosmos,' which could be called, "Carl Sagan Bitching About Nobody Being Excited That Viking Found No Life On Mars."<br />
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If Viking 1 or 2 had found <i>any</i> evidence of life on Mars, the news would have been headline on every newspaper and TV station in the world. It would be much bigger news than Armstrong and Aldrin walking on the Moon in 1969. The NASA-JPL team would all get Nobel Prizes and biographies in Encyclopedia Britannica. But what Sagan forgot is that Viking 1 and 2 didn't find any signs of life on Mars. Finding life on Mars is big news. Not finding it is not big news. But from Carl's disappointment he created Cosmos -- the PBS series -- and from his chagrin did more to popularize basic science than any person. So was Sagan a 'biostitute?' No.<br />
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While Carl Sagan financially benefitted from science (he was a professor of science at Cornell), he was not doing science solely for the financial benefits. He did not start looking up at the stars as boy in Brooklyn and say, "I can make some money off of this." And in reality, most <u>biostitutes</u> never start that way either. They usually start quite pure, much like Carl, but upon college gradumacation start to get sucked slowly and relentlessly into the culture of <u>biostitution</u>. Which raises the question: what is a biostitute?<br />
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A biostitute is an otherwise competent scientist who steers and shifts and shades their factual data and conclusions so that they 'magically' coincide with the specific wishes and desires of their financial patron -- and suppresses data which their patron might get butt-hurt about (ie. lose money).<br />
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It is in this sense that Carl Sagan's statement, 'science is self-correcting,' must be appended with its initial clause, "Unlike religious belief, science is self-correcting." If modern capitalism becomes synonymous with the position of religion in the 1600s, then we can say, "Science is <i>not</i> self-correcting." The scientists who work slavishly to ensure that science <i>does not rid itself</i> of empirical errors are called biostitutes. They do this for a check, a job, prestige, a trophy wife, a new SUV, an Asian hooker, or whatever modern capital can offer them. Proof of this is that biostitutes do not publish. They keep their written utterances in the 'grey literature' -- one or several steps below peer-reviewed science.<br />
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<b>Q: Why doesn't a biostitute say the Earth is flat?</b><br />
<b>A: No one has paid them to.</b><br />
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<b>Q: When will a biostitute say the Earth is flat?</b><br />
<b>A: As soon as someone pays them to</b>.<br />
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Percival Lowell's 1910 belief there were no canals on Mars is no different than those who claim there is no man-made global warming on Earth with one exception: <i>Lowell had no skin in the game</i>. Lowell was not trying to pull the wool over peoples' eyes so as to make a buck. Lowell was not suppressing science done by others so as to make a buck (he was already as rich as Midas). Lowell was not trying to deliberately fool the groundlings in the back row (like the Duke and the Dauphin in <i>Huckleberry Finn</i>). Lowell actually believed there were canals on Mars. His posthumous reputation has taken the consequent hit for it (rich guy, built a big telescope, crazy as a bedbug). If the American Petroleum Institute thought increasing global temperatures was good for their stock price they would now be funding the same main-stream climate scientists they are now defunding and defaming. But since AGW will negatively hit oil stock prices, they need Ph.D <u>biostitutes</u>. Thankfully, University geology departments breed them like rabbits. In the meeting hall of every local <u><b>Biostitute Klavern</b></u> is a flag with the slogan, "Hey, I gotta feed my family, man."<br />
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<b>Apollo 11 and the Two Million Parts</b><br />
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Author Craig Jackson ('Rocket Men') describes the Saturn V rocket and Apollo space capsules as having more than 2 million individual parts; even its contractors and builders could not give an accurate count. Each part was individually fabricated by a collective of 400,000 workers. If any of one the key parts had fatal flaws, Apollo 11 would never survive an Earth-Moon trip. Try and imagine biostitutes designing and building the Saturn V and Apollo 11. Actually, you don't have to. Apollo 1 <i>was designed by biostitutes</i>, which caused astronauts Ed White, Gus Grissom and Roger Chaffee to be fried to a crisp in a capsule test in 1964. This disaster caused NASA to weed out the biostitutes in its contractor-chain. A space craft like Apollo is a one-use device. It either works or it doesn't. It doesn't have to work over and over and over for millions of iterations. But a highway bridge does and a natural environment does and the Earth's environment does. This reveals to us the biostitute's secret:<br />
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<i>They get paid in full with no fear of consequence when their lies hurt people.</i><br />
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This is why biostitutes have that name -- "bio" -- meaning living systems, which tend to have long consequence and feedback circles (ie. will catching 20 million cod a year affect the cod stock in 20 years?). By a biostitute's correct calculation, by the time their lie is revealed they will be comfortably retired, in their SUV and Florida vacation home, and legally immune from retribution. This delayed cycle cannot happen on Apollo 11 (if they screw up, the crew dies on national TV).<br />
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<b>What Happens When the Client Says, "We Don't Care If it Works."</b><br />
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As any car owner knows, there are a million more ways to make a car <i>not work</i> than work. Neil Armstrong once said of Apollo 11, "This is a great statement about American craftsmanship." He meant that <i>it worked</i> -- as in it didn't blow up and kill him and Buzz Aldrin and Mike Collins. But what if biostitutes worked on Apollo 11? What if the contractors and CEOs didn't care if it worked or not? What if everyone was completely unconcerned whether what they built worked or not -- so long as they got paid? That's what Armstrong, Grissom, White et al. were deeply worried about from 1964-1969 [Do these jackasses even care?]. It's one reason why NASA had all the astronauts do repeated 'meet and greets' at all the factories making parts for Apollo -- to remind the contractors that real peoples' lives were at stake if they sloughed off the job or their boss told them to skimp on the details.<br />
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[<i>pingo</i>: (Inuit = 'conical hill') -- a semi-permanent ice-cored soil mound up to 900 feet high in the Canadian Arctic.]<br />
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There was a man who had a farm<br />
On top of a dome of permafrost<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
And pingo was its name-o.<br />
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He had no wood, he had no twigs<br />
Nothing to make a flame-o<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
And pingo was its name-o.<br />
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In summer he ate lots of bugs<br />
Each meal came out the same-o<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
And pingo was its name-o.<br />
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The land was cheap, his meat would keep<br />
No neighbors he could blame-o<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
and pingo was its name-o.<br />
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He had no life, he had no wife<br />
No kids that he could claim-o<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
and pingo was its name-o.<br />
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He sent a letter to his friends<br />
Which said this place is lame-o<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
and pingo was its name-o.<br />
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As he got old, he got less bold<br />
ice-out just went and came-o.<br />
P-I-N-G-O<br />
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<br />Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-69501210220597045072017-12-04T18:04:00.000-08:002017-12-06T12:47:15.767-08:00Are Viruses the same as Lot's Wife?My 5-pound, 800 page, $200 biology textbook gives scant explanation to exactly how viruses differ from single-celled life. A few simple rules appear:<br />
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1. Viruses do not eat.<br />
2. Viruses do not undergo binary fission (which all bacteria do).<br />
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It seems that until the very moment a virus encounters the cell wall of a target bacterium, it does nothing. It just sits there; its molecular and atomic structure unchanged from the moment it was 'born.' It doesn't eat, it doesn't starve, it doesn't breathe, it doesn't poop, it doesn't move. At this 'non-activated' state, a virus is indistinguishable from a very complex crystal of clay. But boy, when it makes contact with a target bacterium, it wreaks total havoc. It slyly and ingeniously commands the bacteria's DNA to make 200 copies of the virus and then kill itself.<br />
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<b>Slyly? Ingeniously? How could an inanimate clay crystal be sly and ingenious? </b><br />
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Easy. The virus (once in the cell wall), snips the bacteria's chromosomal DNA and inserts a bit of 'pirate code' into the bacterial DNA.* The bacterial DNA dutifully follows the pirated instruction sequence, one command at a time, until it's too late to stop. Upon completing the inserted pirate code, the bacteria DNA instructs itself to commit suicide, but not before making 200 or so copies of the invading virus. The cell walls explode (by command from the pirate code) and the 200 viruses fly free to continue the cycle.<br />
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<b>Why Do Bacteria Eat?</b><br />
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Bacteria reproduce by splitting in half. Let's say a very simple bacteria (E. coli) contains 1 trillion atoms, when it splits each one contains 500 billion. If they split, 250 billion. And if they split, then 125 billion. In a few hours of splitting you run out of atoms! To correct this deficiency, bacteria eat things, ie. they import stuff ('food') into their cell walls to replace what was lost by splitting in two. Do bacteria eat to reproduce or reproduce because they eat? It doesn't really matter -- except they do -- and viruses don't.<br />
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<b>Why Don't Viruses Attack Each Other? </b><br />
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Think of two naked guys trying to steal each others' clothes.<br />
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<b>Complexity from Simplicity vs. Simplicity from Complexity:</b><br />
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Bacteria generate complexity from simplicity (their 'food' is either sunshine and CO2 or heat + hydrogen sulfide). They create enormous complexity from the simplest raw materials. Viruses create simplicity from complexity. They attack bacteria and 'trick' the bacteria's DNA to commit suicide and produce a few hundred virus 'objects' + cellular rubble.<br />
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<b>But Isn't This A Distinction Without A Difference?</b><br />
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As in, doesn't a human, eating a deer, turn a 'live deer' into just a bunch of meat and cells? Hasn't the deer been reduced from complexity to simplicity?<br />
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Good question, which is why the term 'parasite' is not very useful at any level of life. All life (except chlorophyll algae and plants) are to some extent 'parasites' (except if you call trees 'parasitic' upon sunlight). However, viruses create a very large and fundamental distinction. Viruses are not just that guy who didn't put his $10 into the check at the restaurant -- they are the guy who stole your wallet and all your money and then ate you. Viruses are nasty at an exponential level:<br />
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<b>But don't Angler fish use deception to the extreme, like tricking a little fish to thinking its fleshly lure is a worm? </b><br />
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Good point. Snapping turtles do that too (with their tongues). But viruses take sensory deception to a 1,000-fold level. To understand this level-change, it's important to switch to computer language. The exact operation viruses perform on bacteria is like a computer virus inserting a 20-line piece of code into your computer's OS which says, "erase hard drive, then continue at line 2145." This is much different from a little fish drawn to near an Angler fishes' lure. This is more like an enzyme in the fishes' brain telling it to swim as fast as it can into a rock. The difference is important. A little fish fooled by an Angler fish's lure is still behaving normally -- a fish whose enzymes start turning its brains into a discombobulated pile of slop is not. But that is exactly what viruses do to the 'brain' of the bacteria -- the pirate DNA tells the bacterial DNA to turn itself into a pile of slop -- and it faithfully does it. And just before the bacterial DNA turns itself into slop, the inserted viral DNA code says, "On the way out, can you make a few hundred copies of me?"<br />
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<b>Why Haven't Viruses Completely Destroyed All Life?</b><br />
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Good question. A true and competent generalist virus could (or should) be able to invade all living cells and trick their DNA into making copies of the virus and destroying themselves. They have tried ... Lord they have tried (just ask influenza in 1919). A plausible answer might be if we compare viruses to cowbirds, which never make nests but put their eggs in other birds' nests. Well ... if cowbirds won, there would not be any nests to put their eggs in and they would go extinct. Similarly, a "Viral Earth" would quickly grind to a halt since there would be no DNA left for the viruses to attack.<br />
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<b>Are Viruses Better Described as Inorganic Crystals?</b><br />
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I favor this simply because viruses do not eat and do not reproduce. In the absence of viruses, bacteria would prosper quite happily for billions of years. In the absence of bacteria (or somatic cells), viruses would immediately go extinct. Rather than <i>being</i> life, viruses might be called <i>adjuncts to life</i>. But there is a clear distinction between viruses and true mineral molecules (like clay). Clay minerals will exist on a planet if there was or was never life. Viruses cannot eat clay -- they can't and don't eat anything. Without more complex DNA to pirate and subvert, viruses cannot exist.<br />
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<b>But Don't Viruses Mutate and Evolve Much Like Life?</b><br />
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Correct. This is a key distinguisher between viruses and super-exotic clay crystals. Viruses contain DNA and they do mutate in the same fashion as life (incorrect copying + natural selection = evolution). We know this because influenza viruses can 'outfox' cell defenses almost as soon a new rampart is thrown upward. A working definition of a virus could be:<br />
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<b>Virus (n.)</b>: <i>A very small, non-heterotrophic, non-reproductive form of DNA and protein which follows Darwinian rules of mutation and selection pressure. </i><br />
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<br />Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-66625757833268213722017-12-02T17:57:00.003-08:002017-12-02T23:22:50.050-08:00Plate Tectonics on Mars -- a Make or Break for Life?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>SUMMARY</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">: Most recent (2017) data indicates that while Mars had </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">some</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> plate tectonics around 3.5 billion years ago, it has not had any since then. While the jury is still out on whether Mars ever had or still has life, evidence seems unequivocal that Mars has not had plate tectonics like Earth for the past 3.5 billion years. Mars' crust seems to be as frozen-in-place as the Moon (and has been for 3.5 GY). Venus still has active volcanism; Earth still has active volcanism and plate tectonics. Mars does not.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span>For Mars, two separate issues are invoked (life; plate tectonics). Are they connected? Like Venus, Mars today has 'nowhere to go' -- its atmosphere and surface rock are in chemical, pressure and temperature equilibrium [Venus can't get cooler; Mars can't get warmer]. For Venus and Mars to be terraformed to Earth-like conditions, Venus must lose 80 percent of its atmosphere. Mars must increase its atmosphere proportionally (from 6 mbar to 700-1000 mbar). Absent giant asteroid collisions or displacements of orbital distance from the Sun, Venus and Mars appear stuck forever in their present atmospheric density, temperature and chemistry equilibria. These conditions prohibit all known life.<br />
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Two Mars features (Olympus Mons; Valles Marineris) strongly suggest the crust of Mars has been locked in place for 3+ billion years. If Olympus Mons (a classic 'hot spot' mantle volcano) was at the position of Hawaii, it would have travelled 1,500+ miles in the last 100 million years (ie. similar to Hawaii to Midway). It hasn't moved a foot. Craters on the caldera show this.<br />
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The lack of crustal movement on Mars for + 3GY is not <i>per se</i> prohibitive of life. But it does suggest Mars has very little heat in its crust and upper mantle. And unlike Venus, Mars is not suffering from a super-abundance of heat. On a Mars summer day (when temps. are near 70 F), at sundown it drops to -94 F. This is lower than the lowest temperature ever measured on Earth outside the Antarctic Ice Plateau (Snag, Yukon Territory, Canada at -81 F). On a cold winter night on Mars the temperature hits -216 F (the freezing point of carbon dioxide is -113 F). On a hot summer night at Mars' equator the temperature is lower than almost anywhere <u>ever</u> recorded on Earth.<br />
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While Mars and Earth are sometimes considered 'similar' planets -- Mars is actually more like the Moon. It's just too small to be like Earth. Mars has 1/2 the diameter of Earth, 1/6th the volume, and 1/9th the mass. Six Mars (by volume) can fit in Earth; nine Mars by mass. The ratio of surface area to volume on Mars is twice that of Earth. This means that Mars' internal heat leaks out to space twice as fast as Earth. This is a nasty conundrum since Mars started 4.5 GY ago with 11 percent of the original heat of the Earth but has been losing its heat into space twice as fast [think of a balloon or a bucket; one is 6X smaller than the other but losing its water twice as fast; which will empty faster over 4 billion years?]<br />
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<b>The Universe is a Really, Really, Cold, Dark and Empty Place.</b><br />
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If you set your 'Star Trek' transporter at random, your chances of being transported to a place <u>not</u> at absolute zero and <u>less than</u> a million billion miles from the nearest warm spot would be like winning Powerball two weeks in a row. The weird thing about temperature is that its low point is bounded (absolute zero); its high point has no proportional boundaries (how about 10 million degrees !!!). Earth (and liquid water) is at the low end of the scale.<br />
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Planets have a tough time. They coalesce at 1-3,000 F but then start cooling off, like horseshoes taken out of a blacksmith's foundry. The outside atmosphere is not 40 F, but absolute zero. Radioactive decay (Uranium and Thorium) gives them some 'built-in' heat which is very slowly given off (half life of U-238 = 4.5 GY). But Mars has only 1/6th to 1/9th the 'bank account' of U/Th as Earth and sheds the heat from its U/Th bank account twice as fast. So how do planets create (and hold) their natal heat?<br />
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Tides. Jupiter's inner moon, Io, is the most volcanically active planetoid in the Solar System. Its heat source is from being pulled and tugged relentlessly by Jupiter (and its sister moons around Jupiter). Tidal friction is enough to cause a planetoid to swell, shrink and grind against itself every few days, weeks and months and generate heat friction sufficient to melt rock and make volcanoes. Venus is not as tidally heated as Io, but its ambient temp. (900F) is so high its rocks are ready to flow like thick honey with just a polite suggestion. Why is Mercury not like this? It has no atmosphere and no green house gasses to trap and keep its heat. Any potter understands it is not enough to get a temperature up to 1200 F for a few minutes; to make rock melt and flow the melting temperature must be kept up for long periods (this is called 'heat work'). This is sort of like microwaving a turkey so its skin is charred but its center is still frozen; and why in the Arctic there is 1,000 feet of permafrost below 10 feet of thawed soil on the surface. The heat-budgets (and heat budget histories) of planets and planetoids are not well understood. Since the initial seismograph on Viking 1 failed in 1976, there is <u>still</u> no useful seismology for Mars.<br />
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<b>Sagan and the Drake Equation</b><br />
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The inference that 'some' planets in Milky Way 'must' support life (by random chance) is easily testable via exercises such as Powerball drawings. Odds of winning Powerball this week are ~ 1: 292 million. In Fall 2017, there were 21 Powerball drawings in a row without a winner. The minimum time for planets to form and cool enough to support life is at the 1-2 GY scale. At Powerball odds, a galaxy like the Milky Way could stochastically go billions of years without hitting a "Powerball winner," ie. a planet supporting life of any type (and especially, complex multicellular life).<br />
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The maximum age of the visible Universe is approx. 13.8 GY, with conditions possibly supporting life occuring at its half way point or later. (7 GY). This leaves scant room for the creation of life (most, if not all life had to have developed since 7GY when the Universe cooled down and formed stable galaxies and Sun-type, middle sequence stars). As such, a Sagan-Drake inference that there must be <i>some</i> planets with life <i>somewhere</i> would be a much better bet if the visible Universe was 130, 1300, 13,000 or 130,000 GY, in the same sense that multi-cellular life is much more probable if the Earth's age is 4.5 GY than 1 GY.<br />
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<b>But What About Us?</b><br />
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Then how the Hell are we here? Good question. Maybe Earth is the first planet to support life (and multi-cellular life) in the Milky Way. Even in a race where everyone tries to lose, someone <u>has</u> to come in first. To take Darwinism on its face, there is no reason, impetus, cause, direction or desire for what we call *life* to evolve in the first place. Rocks and clay appear quite content just being what they are for billions and billions of years. Just as life has no direction toward complexity, the Universe has no direction toward life.<br />
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<b>But What About Antarctic Meteorites?</b><br />
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Of the millions of meteorites which have landed on the Antarctic Ice Plateau in the past 20,000 years from Outer Space, one would think that <i>one of them</i> contained tiny bits of life adapted to live in an environment of ice and very low temperature and would form a 'colony' near the impact site. But none have. If Galactic life is highly fungible (in terms of tolerance to extremes of climate, atmosphere, temperature), then surely Earth's constant bombardment by meteorites over millions of years should have produced one viable 'seed.'<br />
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<b>Plate Tectonics: The Forgotten Revolution</b><br />
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It's now hard to recall how bitterly the concept of Plate Tectonics was opposed during the 20th century. I still have geology textbooks and stacks of professional papers from the 1960s and 1970s which grudgingly concede that plate tectonics 'could' be 'possibly' true (John McPhee's book, 'In Suspect Terrane' interviews one of the last dead-enders). Today, these books read like someone saying that since it has <i>not yet been proven</i> that mice <i>do not</i> spontaneously generate from pile of rags in the cellar, we must assume they might. Thankfully there was Apollo 11. On July 20, 1969, in one hour of specimen collection, Astronaut Neil Armstrong collected 20 pounds of Moon rocks and turned 1 million+ pounds of geology tomes into paper suited only for re-pulping. [Apollo geologist/astronaut Harrison Schmitt said of Armstrong, "Until Apollo 17 we really did not get very much good, solid descriptive work, with one exception -- Neil Armstrong. He was probably the best observer we sent to the Moon; in spite of very limited training, he just had a knack for it."]<br />
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It is not coincidental that the plate tectonics revolution of the late 1960s on Earth coincided with humans' first exploration of planets outside Earth. Absent plate tectonics, no sense could be made of the Moon (or Mars or Venus) any more than reaching the Moon via rocket at 25,000 mph could be done if it was still assumed the Earth <i>could</i> be the Center of the Universe and the jury was still out on Kepler and Newton. [cf. Michael Collins, 7/20/1969 to Houston: "The accuracy of the system is phenomenal. Out of a total of nearly 3,000 feet per second, we have velocity errors in our body axis coordinate system of only 1/10th foot per second in each three directions."]<br />
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<b>Exoplanets Fuse Harmoniously Geology, Biology and Physics.</b><br />
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For a biologist, studying Venus seems like a giant, expensive waste of time (why not study molten lead?). But for studying the prospect of life on exo-planets, Venus is incredibly important. Venus offers the only example of what can happen when an Earth-sized planet is a bit too close to its star (and how far a 'bit' might be). For geologists, Mars offers a similar and singular example: what happens when a planet never develops plate tectonics, but all other normal activities (mantle hot spots) are intact? I think this is what folks like Neil Armstrong, Jim Lovell and Bill Anders hoped might eventually happen when they went up into the tin-cans called Apollo 8 and 11. I think they hoped that their explorations would cause the over-specialized branches of geology, astronomy, biology, physics and materials engineering (not to mention computers) to come back together. This is not unheard of. Walking up the Sheepscot River in Palermo, Maine on a rainy cold day in November, I saw a pair of 70-foot pine trees which began as separate trunks join and fused 20 feet up into one trunk, then split off again at 40 feet. It shook me. For those 20 feet, the two pine trees were living and working as one tree.<br />
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"Trouble Maker -- The Memoirs of Clinton B. ('Bill') Townsend."<br />
2017. Published by estate of Clinton B. Townsend. Canaan, Maine.<br />
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December 1, 2017 -- Laura Rose Day just dropped off the 537-page hard-cover copy of Bill Townsend's book, "Trouble Maker," published by his family posthumously. Before I forget too much, reflect too much and cry too much, I wanted to jot down these words from reading it.<br />
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Bill's book captures what I think was his mantra, "Be passionate but speak dispassionately." Bill says in the foreword, "These memoirs are largely a record of events, not of personal relationships, although there have been plenty of the latter. No one could have led my life without plenty of social interaction. If leaving out much of that makes the material 'stiff' or boring, so be it." Like the liner notes on the first Boston record ('Listen to the record !'), this command should be appended to every sentence of this review ('Read the Book!').<br />
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Bill Townsend was born in 1927; he turned 60 in 1987. I first met Bill briefly in 1991 (when he was 64 and I was 26) but only really knew him beginning in 1997, when he turned 70. Bill died in late 2016 at age 89. From age 63 to 89 Bill did more for conservation than most people accomplish in their entire lives. Sixty-five is when most people retire; for Bill it was the start of his fourth quarter century. Bill only stopped doing conservation litigation until a few months before his passing in home hospice at his dirt-cellared farmhouse in Canaan, Maine.* Bill's brain and soul and spirit never gave out; his ticker and cell structure did. Given a few (uninvented) cell transfusions, Bill would right now be filing a procedural motion to get fish passage at the Frankfort, Maine head-of-tide dam fixed.<br />
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Despite Bill's perpetual suit and tie, he loved blues and rockabilly music. Johnny Cash's song, "I've Been Everywhere, Man ..." could be Bill's. He travelled from Tierra del Fuego to Labrador to stand in an icy river up to his waist, and put a size 12 Adams over trout, char and salmon. One day in 2006 he called me up, out of the blue, said he hired a guide and a boat just to go striper fishing near Lines Island on the lower Kennebec River. I arrived, the boat and guide was there, and we hit it. The stripers snuffed us (I think we caught 3), but Bill's determination never flagged (as a salmon fisherman, Bill well knew that fishless days are the price paid for each strike).<br />
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Bill caught lots of trout and salmon and kept them; he shot lots of duck and deer and ate them. He had dogs, cats, horses and cows and a farm and a law office in Skowhegan, Maine, where he (especially as a District Attorney) had to deal with some of the worst behavior of humans. But he took it all somehow in stride and never lost his perspective on the big picture.<br />
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At 72 he volunteered to be part of the 'mussel brigade' in 1999 to move freshwater mussels de-watered by removing the Edwards Dam on the Kennebec River in Augusta, Maine. While paid state staffers 'patrolled' in canoes, Bill got into the greasy muck to toss mussels into the river channel from Noble's Gravel Pit. This was 2 years after he had a near fatal heart attack.** Bill led by example; if mussels had to be moved, he was the first out in the goop to chuck the last handful.***<br />
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In all of my talks with Bill, often driving to a Maine Council Atlantic Salmon Federation meeting, we never talked 'big picture,' as in, "Bill, what does all of this mean?" Bill was always focussed on getting something done; and what needed to be done to get that thing done and how that could build to something bigger. It is probably a fact that Bill Townsend, as an attorney, firestarter and cheerleader, created more small, non-profit land trusts and conservation groups than any one person in Maine's history.<br />
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Like a 100 foot mural by Thomas Hart Benton, Bill's book, "Trouble Maker" is too large to digest in one view, one sitting and certainly in a brief note like this ('Read the Book!'). Each sub-chapter could easily be expanded to a short non-fiction novel in and of itself. Bill knew this while writing at age 88; I assume he hoped others would color in the details which his sketches capture. I was told by LRD that even when Bill was very sick he was adamant about his book not being 'edited.' This is understandable, Bill Townsend was a powerful, expressive and factually-meticulous writer. His style is that of Leopold and Hemingway and many of the best "just the facts, ma'am" writers of that generation.<br />
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[To give an idea of Bill's adherence to veracity, his chilling description of prosecuting a case of child rape is told almost solely through the verbatim testimony of the child from the docket record of the Maine Supreme Court.]<br />
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So as to reviewing Bill's book, I have to quote Tom Scholz of Boston in 1976 ('Listen to the Record!') and conductor Kent Nagano in 1991 ('The text is the text.'). The good news about Bill's memoir is that it leaves you hungry for a sequel. The bad news is there won't be one -- unless we help write it.<br />
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Douglas H. Watts<br />
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[* I know Bill and Louise Townsend's cellar was dirt-floored because at Bill's 89th birthday party I was down there, shagging a butt, and studying the sulfidic, rusty bedrock which the house was built on back in the early 1800s on Nelson Hill Road in Canaan.]<br />
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[** Bill had a near-fatal heart attack in fall 1996 and was in intensive care for a month so. When he got out he had a Van Dyke beard (where the oxygen mask covered his nose, mouth and chin). It looked just like 'Spock's Beard' from Star Trek. I told him it made him look mean and he said, "I like that."]<br />
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[*** On August 12, 1999, at the second Edwards Dam drawdown, Bill took a nasty header on a slick rock at Bacons Rips rescuing endangered mussels. He was sore but recovered a day or so later.]<br />
<br />Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-15711308838491375362012-08-24T11:12:00.003-07:002012-08-25T10:27:41.501-07:00Alewife by Douglas Watts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyB3Kje6pAyB2e3ZmMi0RzTA3ibl8kH33b-utP1sA0YuHL5PtrFA5DdoD4xwfpWtCzQCGpm6O3RYIwo-1CeRp3mO2wXt-bKaq3m7c28YgANoImQ4B0SK-lD8c80OLGy2o7y7Lm/s1600/coverweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyB3Kje6pAyB2e3ZmMi0RzTA3ibl8kH33b-utP1sA0YuHL5PtrFA5DdoD4xwfpWtCzQCGpm6O3RYIwo-1CeRp3mO2wXt-bKaq3m7c28YgANoImQ4B0SK-lD8c80OLGy2o7y7Lm/s320/coverweb.jpg" width="205" /></a>
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"Alewife" is a personal, biological and historical account of the alewife (<i>Alosa pseudoharengus</i>), one of the (formerly) most abundant sea-run fish of the U.S. Atlantic seaboard. It is the only full-length treatment of the natural and cultural history of this keystone wildlife species ever written.</div>
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"Alewife" tells the story of a fish, the alewife, once ubiquitous to the eastern U.S., which is almost gone due to wholly human causes; and a never-been-told 400 year history of many long forgotten people who labored mightily to bring the alewife back. It tells the story of the fish through its own eyes and life, apart from what it 'can do' for us. It depicts a place where cultural, natural, political and legal forces wildly collide. It's about the fight for, against, and over a dimunitive but once extremely abundant fish that still continues today in state and federal court rooms across the states of the eastern seaboard. It is about what nature in our backyards meant to us in the past, what it means today and what it might mean to us 10, 20 or 50 years from now. It's a story about a lot of disparate people over 400 years and how nature and culture provoked them for good, bad and indifferent. It's not nearly complete, there are many stories still untold, but gives a flavor for the battlefield, the stakes to be lost and gained and hints to where the tipping points have been and still are. It's a hybrid, with all the advantages and disadvantages an unorthodox approach entails. Bridging gaps might be its central theme. I wrote this for an adventurous reader who is not afraid to skip a chapter and then come back to it later. It is intentionally kaleidoscopic; a multi-levelled story. The essays owe much to the series of young adult books, "Tell Me Why," by Arkady Leokum. </div>
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The book is in two sections. One section is selected verbatim public domain record excerpts describing the species and its use and abuse by humans in New England from the 1600s to present. Most of these documents were written in quill pen, discovered and hand copied by the author, and have never seen the light of day before. The second section tells, in a personal essay style, the story of the alewife, based mostly on recent efforts in New England to protect and save them. </div>
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The book began several years ago as the historic texts with a short introduction and was originally intended for dissemination to fisheries scientists, environmental regulators and river conservationists as a technical, factual resource. At the instigation of a fellow writer, Kerry Hardy (who wrote the foreword), I loosened up to tell in a first-person voice my many encounters with these critters in the waters of New England since childhood and the obstacles one encounters trying to help them not go extinct. It's a tough racket. These personal stories echo back to the historical texts, which detail how people 50, 100, 200 years ago tried to do the same thing and encountered nearly identical obstacles, albeit time-shifted by a century or three. </div>
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The tone and weight of the text is balanced to make it accessible to an informed and inquisitive lay audience and to a professional scientific audience; and above all, to be fully scientifically sourced. My brother and I's personal travails trying to help alewives survive are deliberately told in a 'camp-fire' fashion and with the level of humor and absurdity the details deserve. </div>
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<b>About the Author</b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-hvFEhYgPWM9b4CarzzQoQXbvjlB8t6non5Tn0ihy5O8QMm_iCjsHoBMnyZU9AYJ5piITHOdLDmby8aunLKFGf6lMEHWVQ_PtwQjq7OYJe86a_ozWBEM1mTfl_kJLd4qzw15mg/s1600/headshotcoos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-hvFEhYgPWM9b4CarzzQoQXbvjlB8t6non5Tn0ihy5O8QMm_iCjsHoBMnyZU9AYJ5piITHOdLDmby8aunLKFGf6lMEHWVQ_PtwQjq7OYJe86a_ozWBEM1mTfl_kJLd4qzw15mg/s200/headshotcoos.jpg" width="200" /></a>Douglas Watts was born in North Easton, Massachusetts in 1964 a few dozen miles from Cape Cod and the Atlantic Ocean in southeastern Massachusetts and spent most of his childhood up to his waist in ponds and brooks and saltwater. He received his education in journalism and English at the Univ. of Maine at Orono from 1982-1986. In 1986 he began work as a full-time newspaper and magazine reporter, editor and photographer in Maine and Massachusetts for a variety of small and large newspapers and then as a conservation writer for the Maine Sportsman magazine, the Atlantic Salmon Journal, Wild Steelhead & Salmon, and Corporate Challenge News. Since 1999 he has worked full-time as a professional consultant for numerous New England conservation groups, doing ecological and legal research on the history and health of New England's coastal river ecosystems. This historic research forms the bulk and inspiration of "Alewife." Since 1998, he has been a plaintiff and/or principal researcher in numerous legal cases in Maine and Massachusetts regarding restoring native sea-run fish to rivers of the northeastern U.S. His historic research has been used and cited by the United States Supreme Court in a landmark 2006 Clean Water Act case, <i>S.D. Warren v. Maine BEP</i>, and by the National Academy of Science in its 2004 monograph on the status of native Atlantic salmon in the United States. His advocacy on behalf of the American eel is featured in a Sept. 2010 National Geographic story by writer and artist James Prosek and his book on the same topic, "Eels," (Harper Collins 2010). He was a consultant and subject in the 2003 film "Troubled Waters: the Dilemma of Dams" by Beth and George Gage, featured at the Telluride Film Festival and Maine Film Festival. </div>
Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-63753665047036477812012-08-21T15:48:00.003-07:002012-08-21T15:55:34.123-07:00Hunt-Libby Special Project No. 1 by Sonny Probe<br />
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An Opera in Four Acts by Sonny Probe</div>
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Their Assault on Our Assault on Their Liberties</div>
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<b>II. Act Two</b></div>
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A Firm but Measured Response Involving Burglary</div>
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Intermission w/ Complimentary Pinot Noir, Deviled Eggs</div>
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<b>Deux ex Machina, Global Licensing Claim/Disclaimer</b></div>
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<b>and Location of Fire Exits and Restrooms.</b></div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><b>Hunt-Liddy Special Project No. 1, </b>the revenue generating and trademarked subsidiary product component wholly owned by the license holder (see Tab A, fn. 1), by which you have now irrevocably agreed to abide by reading this word, not that one, but this one, hah! made you read it, has created the attached 'original work' ('original work') so as to create an wholly spurious but facially justiciable claim on all of the thoughts, words and feelings of the <i>Dramatis Personae</i> and any rights held by their heirs and assigns and you too. <i>Alea iacta est</i>. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><b>Operational Objectives:</b> Emplaced tactical tangents will first create a verifiable cover as 'screenwriters' for an 'opera' titled 'Hunt-Liddy Special Project No. 1' through various 'underground' network dissemination channels and establish social and cultural infrastructural oxyrhynchus where necessary to secure entrenchment. No ants will be stepped on. If cover is compromised, embedded operatives will deploy Operation Beetle where they turn into beetles and crawl into an asphalt street to get squashed like bugs. If no large trucks come by, operatives will apply Operation Hydrofluoric Acid Facial Scrub and Sticking Your Head into a Giant Belt Sander Connected to a Blast Furnace Underneath a Nuclear Bomb so as not to compromise mission effectiveness. </div>
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<b>ACT ONE</b></div>
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<b>Scene Four</b> counts the number of footsteps travelled up and down back stairways by couriers to achieve approval of the Enemies List and its operational actuator, Hunt-Libby Special Project No. 1.</div>
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<b>Scene Five</b> contains the music offered by a pick-up band in a decrepit Homestead, Florida dive bar at closing where the properly skilled anti-Castro burglars were located and enticed by Hunt to execute Special Project No. 1.</div>
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<b>Scene Six</b> is the Cuban-styled song and video game going through the burglars' heads as they ransack Dr. Fielding's psychiatric office in Beverly Hills, CA to find his file on Daniel Ellsberg, who sent the Pentagon Papers to the New York Times.</div>
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<b>Scene Seven</b> depicts the same Cuban-American burglars, along with CREEP Security Officer James McCord, Jr., planting telephonic bugs in the Democratic National Committee Headquarters at the Watergate Hotel on Memorial Day weekend, 1972.</div>
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<b>Scene Eight </b>depicts the burglars' second entry into the Watergate to fix a faulty phone bug on June 17, 1972, getting busted by Watergate Hotel security officer Frank Wills, then getting hauled off, mug-shotted, finger-printed and having their 'pocket litter' examined, which included numerous $100 bills with consecutive serial numbers which the FBI traced to illegal, unreported campaign donations made to the CREEP. </div>
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<i>This is intermission time, so please feel free to go into the lobby, mix and mingle with other generous SeasonSubscribers and enjoy the complimentary white wine and deviled eggs. </i></div>
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<b>Scene Nine</b> depicts Counsel to the President John W. Dean sitting in and stealing the show with Roger Miller at an invite-only CREEP event the night he realizes he is going to jail no matter what happens, so he might as well grab $4,850 in Hunt-Liddy hush money from his office safe to pay for his honeymoon and leave in its place a personal cheque.</div>
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<b>Scene Ten</b> is a rare binaural recording of CREEP chief of staff Jeb Stuart Magruder, feeling musically jealous of John Dean's boffo cameo with Roger Miller, whipping out some edgy home organ Samba riffs on the night he perjured himself to the Watergate Grand Jury. </div>
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<b>Scene Eleven</b> depicts a disturbing hallucinogenic dream that Sen. Edward Gurney (R-FLA) keeps having where he is back in his birth state of Maine giving an incoherent 'JFK' styled stump speech at Carthage Town Hall during Congressional Recess where the 10 elderly Grange members in attendance keep looking like chickens without heads. </div>
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<b>Scene Twelve</b> captures the musical mood when John J. Wilson, attorney for H.R. "Bob" Haldeman, calls U.S. Sen. Daniel K. Inouye (D-Hawaii) "that little Jap" on the steps of Congress. Sen. Inouye has no right arm. He lost it in battle in Italy during World War II. Good times were had by all.</div>
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<b>Scene Fourteen</b> is a wiretap obtained by the infamous 'double agent' from a now-legendary late night hootenany at John Mitchell's Manhattan apartment, where over numerous fifths of Dewar's, Mitchell rocks the mike Kingston Trio style at why Dean and Magruder need to stick to the plan, jail or no jail. A young and precocious Lee Atwater walks in halfway through the jam session with an ice bucket and his Gibson Flying V and lays down some 'hippy' guitar licks and goes all Steve Miller and Pharoah Sanders. Mitchell's third and fourth chins nod approvingly.</div>
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<b>ACT FOUR</b></div>
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<b>Scene Fourteen</b> depicts U.S. Sen. Sam Ervin (D-NC) gavelling in and out the Senate Select Watergate Committee Hearings. </div>
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<b>Scene Fifteen</b> is a previously undisclosed closing concert given by U.S. Sen. Edmund Muskie to the Senate Select Watergate Committee where he brings out the Vinnie Vincent Invasion and the non-gay guy from Queensryche in an 'All Star Lite Metal Tribute to Roy Orbison and all those Other Old Fuckin' Rockin Dudes' to the Senate podium. During the tap bass solo, Sen Muskie forcefully argues for the President's signature on the U.S. Water Pollution Control Act Amendments of 1972, especially Section 401. He also seeks a Congressional Resolution where Geddy Lee is not allowed to say, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, the Professor on the Drums," anywhere in hearing distance of the international boundary of the U.S. and Canada along Lake Huron.</div>
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<b>Scene Sixteen</b> is a piano etude written by Hugo Black and performed by U.S. Chief Justice Warren E. Burger in memoriam to the recently deceased Chief Justice Earl Warren at the commencement of oral arguments in <i>United States v. Nixon. </i></div>
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<b>Scene Seventeen</b> is the Greek Chorus of the Ghosts of Ed White, Roger Chaffee and Gus Grissom discussing with Congress the importance of the future of space travel to the United States as they lie burning to death like baked potatoes in aluminum foil in the Apollo 1 space capsule at Cape Canaveral in a pure oxygen atmosphere while Liddy and Hunt and Colson decided the Real Enemy was Black U.S. Representative John Conyers (D-MI).</div>
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The song "Truck Driver Divorce" (Scene 5) was written by Frank Zappa. The song "I Catch Myself Crying" (Scene 9) was written by Roger Miller. Fair use of these two songs is invoked since they are used herein as operatic and satiric vehicles to describe felonious crimes for which the culprits ultimately were convicted in federal court. Whether the real people involved in these felonious convictions actually sang these songs on karaoke night in Washington, D.C. in 1972-1973 has yet to be firmly established but might well could have happened.</div>
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-24189501734196296272012-01-15T12:54:00.000-08:002012-08-21T15:44:31.361-07:00Truck Driver Divorce -- The 1926 Version.<br />
Here's a radically traditional 1926 version of a song by Frank Zappa that he and his band played quite a bit in their early 1980s tours. At the time, he <i>allegedly</i> described it as "a country song on PCP" that would cause the "death of country music." It did not surface in a recorded version until the 1984 double album, <b>Them or Us</b>.
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<a href="http://www.friendsofsebago.org/TruckDriverDivorce.mp3">Truck Driver Divorce -- 1926 Version.</a>
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In the late 1970s Zappa couldn't resist poking fun at country music, probably due to the ascendance of televangelists like Jerry Falwell and his waterboy, Ronald Reagan, who piously extolled the genre's celebration of <i>enduring family values</i> ... like ... umm ... cheating on your wife and being a useless drunk.<br />
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But <b>Truck Driver Divorce</b> is not a country song. It's really a mid 1920s Al Jolson kind of song ... on PCP. But then again, Al Jolson is like Al Jolson on PCP, so go figure.<br />
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And despite some <a href="http://www.arf.ru/Notes/Them/truckdr.html">enthusiasts' claims</a> that this song is just Zappa's live band doing a loose, free improvisation behind a similarly free vocal improv, it is built on a standard 1920s-type descending I-IV blues progression using two major chords and their dominant seventh and minor, ie. I-I7-IV-IVm. In each second section, the I-IV resolves to the V. This is a scheme heard in countless ragtime and blues songs of the pre-1930s era and practically begs the singer to do the melody like Al Jolson, which is what Frank does, creating the appropriate level of cloying, obviously fake sentimentality the lyrical subject requires.
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In the key of G, the basic chords are:
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While the vocal melody starts on the G, you need the D flatted seventh to set up the flavor of the song's tonality. This type of intro is a standard ragtime device, probably to get people in the room to notice the band is going to start playing a song. Blind Lemon Jefferson uses this kind of an intro in his 1926 song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ha4MvO-JqUY">"Beggin' Back."</a>
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Note that all the seventh chords are not the major seventh but the dominant, ie. flatted seventh. So in G7, the seventh note is F natural, not F sharp, ie. G-B-D-F, which is what gives the progression a ragtimey feel.
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Because this is supposed to be a country song, the G position on bass does not let you alternate down to a low D as the fifth which you really need to get that honky-tonk feel. Instead of detuning the low E bass string to D, I alternated the low G with the open D string. In the back end (4 bars) of each second section the bass really needs to walk through the chords on straight eighth notes instead of the rocking chair squeak kind of quarter notes at the front.
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The final verse is different:
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<i>Truck Driver divorce, it's very sad.</i>
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<i>Bust Your Ass</i><br />
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<i>To deliver some string beans</i><br />
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<i>To deliver some string beans</i><br />
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<i>To Utah</i><br />
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<i>Tonight.</i><br />
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Despite that Zappa's original live recording <i>sort of</i> sounds like a free improv, the composition is tightly structured and Zappa's vocal melody follows the I-IV progression closely, even though he and the bass player perversely flatten or <i>double flatten</i> a bunch of the notes. According to those who zealously <a href="http://www.arf.ru/Notes/Them/truckdr.html">research</a> this arcane stuff, the instrumental back end of the recorded version is a spliced-in live performance of the song Zoot Allures from 1981 in New York City.<br />
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So anyways, if you have an acoustic guitar and can play open first position chords, you can play the 'real' arrangement of <b>Truck Driver Divorce</b> and exorcise your secret desire to be Al Jolson or Bessie Smith doing a really stupid country song about driving a truckload of string beans to Utah.
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About the string beans. Zappa must have written these lyrics at the same time he wrote <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwmQKevk7DU">"No Not Now"</a> from <b>Ship Arriving Too Late To Save A Drowning Witch</b>, since both songs contain a lot of the same phrases, like "transcontinental hobby horse" and "oh the wife ... oh the waitress ... oh the drive all night long," etc. And, of course, string beans to Utah, which apparently has some weird connection to Donny and Marie Osmond.
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What I like about <b>Truck Driver Divorce</b>, aside from its sheer and unrelenting idiocy, is that the melody and chord progression are rooted in the 1900-1910s ragtime changes which by the 1920s became 'citified' by singers like Al Jolson, to the point where it's almost impossible to sing this song without subconsciously wanting to say, "Oh Mammy .... all the way home from Alabammie .... she used to cook me eggs and hammy ... Oh Mammy."
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But the biggest challenge in recording the 1926 version of <b>Truck Driver Divorce</b> is that you can't sing the song straight because it's too flat-out stupid and songs in 1926 were <i>never</i> sung 'straight.' This is pre-method acting time. And I also didn't want to imitate Zappa's arrangement, since then what's the effing point?
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After a lot of trial and error and messing around at 4 a.m. I started adding in all of the background noises, which consist of me pouring dirty bath water back and forth from a couple of plastic cat litter buckets and then kicking them over on the floor, shaking a bag of styrofoam packing peanuts, mumbling incoherently and imitating the voices of some weird people I know who talk like they have marbles in their mouth about shaving Brenda's crotch.
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This fake audio verite approach is itself a direct rip-off of the Mothers' song "America Drinks and Goes Home" from <b>Absolutely Free</b> where Zappa creates a sound collage of a dive cocktail bar at closing time with Ray Collins saying 'last call for alcohol, drink it up folks' and offering them peanut butter and jelly and baloney sandwiches at their next gig while the patrons start throwing chairs and bottles at each other.<br />
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One problem with this recording approach is that it requires just the right mix of mayhem vs. music, which has a lot to do with mic placement and panning to enlarge the stereo spectrum so that you can still hear the song but the mayhem is right in your face. The production challenge is to take a completely studio recorded piece but make it sound like a single condenser mic at some weird PCP-laden hillbilly cabin in the woods.
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The tail-out is me, Mark Kemezys, Jerry Trevino and Jeff Hursch doing some weird improv at 38-C Northern Ave with those 99 cent plastic slidey whistles.
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You can also do the song in C, which falls well on an open, first position guitar, and nicely on the bass, since you get to hit the C root on the 3rd fret, 2nd string and drop right to the G on the low E string. That progression is C-C7-F-Fm with D7 and G7 replacing A7 and D7 as the adds.<br />
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Actually, Lemon Jefferson was one of the only 1920s singers to 'drop' the theatrical pose and do a song straight, meaning sarcastically, in "Beggin' Back," where in the improvised verses he's goofing on the chorus of the song.Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-28249066920480466132011-12-06T22:48:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:53:40.746-08:00When kids used to go down to the Kennebec River to get Atlantic salmon for breakfast.<BR><span style="font-weight:bold;">Citation:</span> Boardman, Samuel L.: <span style="font-style:italic;">in</span> Ninth Annual Report of the Secretary of the Maine Board of Agriculture. 1864. Augusta, Maine. Stevens & Sayward, Printers to the State. Subsequently published in the <span style="font-style:italic;">Maine Farmer</span>, March 23, 1865.<br /><br />At page 109:<br /><br />"An aged woman, who formerly lived on the banks of the Kennebec in Vassalboro, and who, at that time, had a large family of children to support, once told me that, in spring and early summer, the fish from the river were a very essential aid to them -- that many times she has sent one of her boys down to the river early in the morning to catch a salmon for breakfast, with as much certainty that he would bring one home in season, as if she had sent him with the money to a city fish market, where she knew they were kept for sale."Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-8685800326093982722011-12-06T22:18:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:28:23.093-08:00How Maine's Sea-Run Fish were Dammed into Oblivion, 1864.<span style="font-weight:bold;">Citation</span>: Boardman, Samuel L. <span style="font-style:italic;">'Aquaeculture'</span>: in Ninth Annual Report of the Secretary of the Maine Board of Agriculture. 1864. Augusta, Maine. Stevens & Sayward, Printers to the State. Also pub. in <span style="font-style:italic;">Maine Farmer</span>, March 23, 1865.<br /><br />At p. 109-110:<br /><br />"Everyone now knows that salmon, shad and alewives, and indeed all the other kinds of migratory fishes -- those that spend winters in the salt water, and come up out of the sea at certain periods, as if sent by a kind Providence, to spend the spring and summer in fresh water -- are now very scarce indeed, and in some streams totally extinct. Everyone knows, too, that many of the species of fishes which remain permanently in our fresh waters, have very much decreased in numbers, as well as in size and fatness. People say that this is a necessary consequence of the building of dams and mills, and filling the streams with obstructions of various kinds for the industrial pursuits of a civilized community. No doubt it is a consequence of these obstructions, but it not need be a <span style="font-style:italic;">necessary</span> consequence. I hold that dams and mills might be constructed, and continued, and yet by a little concession on the part of dam and mill proprietors, and a more general diffusion of the knowledge of the natural history fishes, more intimate acquaintance with their peculiar habits, instincts, and wants of life, the mills might remain and the fish continue to perform their annual pilgrimage to and from their breeding haunts, if not in so great numbers as in former times, yet in such numbers as to afford a vast amount of provisions and even luxury to the communities which are now wholly deprived of them.<br /><br />"I am also aware that this subject has been discussed over and over again -- that for years and years past, every session of our Legislature was thronged, and committees were worried and teased by mill owners on the one hand and fishermen on the other -- one demanding the privilege of building dams and mills without let or hindrance as to the fish, and the other pleading for some reserve, some fish-way, or some accommodation to the annual flow of the fish, which had been of such signal service to the support of the people on the banks and vicinity of the waters in question. I am also aware that our Legislators, actuated by a sincere desire to do justice to all parties, and to give equal rights to all, have, in most instance, made provisions in the several charters and private acts pertaining to mill owners, for the passage of fish at certain times and seasons, with a hope that, while it encouraged the establishment of mills and machinery, there would be also at the required times a safe and successful transit for the various species of fishes that required such passes as one of the indispensable requirements for the continuation of their existence. And we are all aware also that, either from ignorance of what habits of the fish demand, these ways have not always been properly constructed, or from selfishness in mill owners in not keeping them open at suitable times, these provisions in most cases failed, and the destruction of the fish is the inevitable result."Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-23222538211899300132011-12-06T22:08:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:25:36.037-08:00How Maine's Sea-Run Fish were Overfished to OblivionA few early to mid 1800s historic references I just came across illustrate how early and quickly the sea-run fish of Maine rivers were wiped out by over-fishing:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Citation</span>: William Durkee Williamson. 1832. The History of the State of Maine. Vol. 1. Glazer, Masters & Co. Hallowell, Maine. <br /><br />At p. 158, describing striped bass:<br /><br />"The Bass is a large scale fish, variable in its size from 10 to 60 pounds. They are striped with black, have bright scales and horned backs, and are caught about the coasts. They ascend into the fresh water to cast their spawn, in May or June, being lean afterwards and fat in the autumn. In June 1807, there were taken at the mouth of the Kenduskeag, 7,000 of these fishes, which were of a large size -- a shoal, either pursued up the river by sharks, or ascended in prospect of their prey, or to cast their spawn."<br /><br />Smelt at p. 160:<br /><br />"They are caught in abundance, after March, in our rivers; 20 barrels of them have been taken at the mouth of the Kenduskeag at a sweep, and sometimes they are worth no more than half a dollar a bushel."<br /><br />At footnote 3, same page: "On the 2d of May, 1794, at the mouth of the Kenduskeag (on the Penobscot) were taken at one draft 1,000 shad and 30 barrels of alewives."<br /><br />----<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Citation</span>: Boardman, Samuel L. 'Aquaeculture': in Ninth Annual Report of the Secretary of the Maine Board of Agriculture. 1864. Augusta, Maine. Stevens & Sayward, Printers to the State. Also pub. in Maine Farmer, March 23, 1865.<br /><br />At p. 117:<br /><br />"Three years ago, in the month of May, in company with a friend, while passing by the lower lock of the Cumberland and Oxford Canal, in the city of Portland, our attention was drawn to the a crowd of men standing by the side of the lock, several of whom had long-handled nets, with which they were fishing, or rather dipping out fish from the water. On coming up, we saw that they were catching alewives in great numbers. It appeared that these fish, in their peregrinations along the coast, had been attracted by the fresh water of the canal, and instinctively entered it in order, as they supposed, to follow up to its source, (Sebago Lake,) but were brought to a standstill by the upper gate of the lock. The men engaged there then shut the lower gate, and commenced catching them. As soon as those of them that were confined in the lock were all caught, the men opened the lower gate again, and admitted a lot more of them, and thus a wholesale destruction of them went on. I supposed that some of them might possibly work their way up, when the several locks should be opened for the passage of boats, and thus Sebago made a breeding place for them, but on inquiry, am told that there are few or none seen there. Now it would be a very easy matter to stock that lake with young herrings (alewives) by proprietors of the canal forbidding any of them to be caught on certain days, and placing men along the route to let them go through the gates into the lake. Indeed, it seems that by renting the privilege of fishing for them on certain days, some considerable revenue might accrue to the company, while the production of the fish would again become a benefit to the section of country through with the canal passes. The same system might be adopted on many streams by having fish-ways or fish-locks, to aid their ascent, with much benefit to the country and no detriment to the mill interests."<br /><br />_______<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Citation</span>: Twelfth Annual Report of the Maine Board of Agriculture, 1867. Stevens & Sayward, Printers to the State.<br /><br />At page 90: "In Monmouth they [smelt] run into some very small rills that lead into Cochnewagon Pond, and are dipped out in considerable quantities. In May, 1867, after it was supposed they were all gone, a fresh run occurred, that yielded thirty barrels."Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-2966204393091949722011-07-07T20:59:00.000-07:002011-07-07T21:00:54.123-07:00Sensitive Singer Songwriter by Douglas Watts<a href="http://www.friendsofsebago.org/SensitiveSingerSongwriter.mp3">Here's a song I wrote.</a>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-85500221707528336112011-07-04T13:29:00.001-07:002011-07-04T13:54:44.868-07:00Clay is Rusted FeldsparMy wife Lori asked me to explain to her pottery class in a fairly simple way what clay is, where it comes from, and how it got here. So here's an attempt at a non-technical explanation.<br /><br />Clay is feldspar rusting. This is an analogy, but not that far from the actual process. We all know what happens if you buy a nice, shiny piece of cast iron from the hardware store and leave it outside in the sun and rain. It quickly rusts. If you leave it out long enough, it turns to almost all rust. So what is rust?<br /><br />Rust is primarily the minerals limonite and goethite, created when iron combines with oxygen from the atmosphere and oxygen in water. We all know that iron things tend to rust faster when wet than when dry. Moisture hastens rusting. <br /><br />Feldspar is not iron. Iron is one element, iron. Feldspar is a large family of minerals made from oxygen, silicon, aluminum, sodium, potassium and calcium. Feldspar does not form on the Earth's surface. It only forms miles beneath the Earth's surface, where solid rock is naturally in a semi-liquid, molasses-like state. <br /><br />Feldspar is only released from its 'natural' home and to the Earth's surface either when it is forcibly ejected from a volcano as lava or when, after hundreds of millions of years, the 2-3 miles of solid rock above the feldspar is eroded away, leaving the feldspar nakedly exposed on the Earth's surface. This is usually in the form of granite, which is a rock made of feldspar and quartz and some mica. <br /><br />To add another analogy, just like a piece of fine pottery on the edge of a shelf 'wants' to fall on the floor and smash, feldspar 'wants' to turn to clay when it is exposed to the Earth's surface. The agent for the pot on the shelf wanting to fall down and smash is gravity (in outer space, pottery does not break, it orbits). The agent for feldspar wanting to turn to clay is a bit more complex, but similar in design to iron rusting. In both, the agents are primarily air and water. <br /><br />In the presence of air and water at the Earth's surface, the most natural and restive state for feldspar is to re-align its molecules into clay molecules. Clay is a mineral, just like quartz or feldspar. It has a very regular and ordered crystalline structure, like a diamond or a cube of salt. The three predominant clay minerals are kaolinite, illite and montmorillonite. With a scanning electron microscope you can get pictures of very nice, well formed, plate-like clay crystals growing right next to a crystal of feldspar.<br /><br />Feldspar becomes clay by slowly bringing water into its crystal structure, like a sponge left in a puddle of water. This water becomes part of the very fabric of the feldspar; like how iron becomes part of your blood cells. The feldspar wants the water. It likes it. Which brings us back to rust. <br /><br />What we call rust is the natural state of iron on the Earth's surface. Iron readily combines with oxygen to make rust. It wants to become rust. In fact, we have to do all kinds of crazy things to prevent iron from becoming rust. We coat it with oils, with paint (like Rust-Oleum) or galvanize it with zinc, all to keep the iron from contacting oxygen in the air and oxygen in water, sort of like teacher chaperones at a high school dance. Left to its own device, feldspar becomes clay because it wants to; that is its most stable and natural state on the Earth's surface. Like a thrown ball 'wants' to come back down, feldspar wants to become clay. Clay is rusted feldspar; and the actual chemical reactions are not that different. <br /><br />In Maine, where I live, from 1880-1930 there was a flourishing industry where large feldspar deposits were quarried and mined for use as ceramic pottery glaze. This was feldspar that had not yet had time to weather into clay. It is still solid enough to make a house foundation. But if you crush into a fine enough powder, it works beautifully as a glaze ingredient. Most of the feldspar mined in Maine was shipped to pottery works in New Jersey as a basic glaze ingredient for everything from fine plateware to toilet bowls. It was an 'industrial mineral,' as the saying goes.<br /><br />The only reason Maine does not have deposits of natural, 'primary' clay is because for the past million years Maine has been scoured by successive, mile high glaciers every 100,000 years or so, which like a steel plow on a snow-filled driveway, scraped away all the clay and softened rock right down to hard bedrock and dumped the residue in the Atlantic Ocean. In the U.S., you have to go south of the line of glaciers, ie. Kentucky or Tennessee, to find clay deposits still intact and near where they were first formed. What we in Maine call 'marine clay' is actually the finely ground-up residue from the glaciers' scraping and grinding that has partly altered into true clay minerals and is on its way to doing so, give another 10 million years. That said, it is still perfectly usable as a slip or a low-fire earthenware body. Be patient, Maine !!!Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-55601511438936208852011-06-21T13:23:00.001-07:002011-06-21T13:24:20.572-07:00Ed Baum 1997 Graph<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije7VweWdZGMrjBTPeYBwte2doIUX-mQjVVA1ykREQGkXCU9KpN-vKH5WegeitxAIMkCltLZ_TMdB_viLcGz2AGYLeO4oZWTE0ftK9HDJG8oLFkJIgJJIVf-3LRdnBPM1ErcmD/s1600/Andro.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije7VweWdZGMrjBTPeYBwte2doIUX-mQjVVA1ykREQGkXCU9KpN-vKH5WegeitxAIMkCltLZ_TMdB_viLcGz2AGYLeO4oZWTE0ftK9HDJG8oLFkJIgJJIVf-3LRdnBPM1ErcmD/s400/Andro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771513106437202" /></a>Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-16710366208919167522011-06-19T19:49:00.000-07:002011-06-19T20:02:19.522-07:00Fathers Day, Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVa7olfu7uWE9UoFhhLhecBlaT5hKwfJv9hgVvrik9rC2jymr60dpE7TCaog1bZeBEG7HR9dfPGWgFZPsHN9ZffCsQfpD6Mo5Fl3N9pS0DR4QXAtht2noP5g5uxbFAYPxQJEW/s1600/P1010060.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVa7olfu7uWE9UoFhhLhecBlaT5hKwfJv9hgVvrik9rC2jymr60dpE7TCaog1bZeBEG7HR9dfPGWgFZPsHN9ZffCsQfpD6Mo5Fl3N9pS0DR4QXAtht2noP5g5uxbFAYPxQJEW/s400/P1010060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620128796093810162" /></a><i>Central Nebraska, 35,000 feet, 2 p.m., June 15, 2011.</i><hr><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Fathers Day</span><br /><br />We live on stolen land<br />But what of it.<br />It was the Indians' land<br />So we told them to shove it.<br />Now they exist in our minds<br />Like little figurines<br />On the mantel or in<br />some magazine.<br /><br />Some folks are surprised<br />when a fox is in their yard<br />Forgetting it was first<br />the foxes' yard.<br /><br />Things you ignore<br />Don't go away.<br />Because you don't care<br />if they go or stay.<br /><br />No country cheers<br />that it's number two.<br />The sky doesn't cry<br />because it's blue.<br />It can't have happened both ways<br />if we want it to.<br /><br />A lie becomes true<br />if enough believe it.<br />A child stays pure<br />until you deceive it.<br /><br />Then the kid starts asking why.<br />It's okay for you but<br />not for me to lie.<br /><br />You'll learn son sometimes<br />It's what it takes<br />to get by.Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-3976685367375720692011-05-24T20:58:00.000-07:002011-05-24T21:54:44.939-07:00The Great Goddards Ledge Rose Quartz Conspiracy Hoax<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kennebecriverartisans.com/r7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 784px; height: 536px;" src="http://www.kennebecriverartisans.com/r7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Philip Morrill et al. (1958) described Goddards Ledge near Rumford Center, Maine as a rose quartz locality, found while the pegmatite was worked for ceramic feldspar in the WWII era.<br /><br />So in 1993 I tried to find it. It's a nasty traverse, pretty steep, up the side of a mountain, unmarked, no trails and 'intermittently' posted. But what the hell. Plus it's raining (keeps the black flies and mosquitoes down). Up and away we go.<br /><br />Bonanza !!! I found an old feldspar working littered with giant shards of glass quartz way up the mountain, under lots of mud and leaves. This must be it. Light going fast in the rain. It's all rose quartz. Unbelievable! Nobody has been here for decades. It's all mine !!!<br /><br />Get home at 10 p.m. totally soaked in mud, get up, go to work, next day take out all the 'finds' and cover the kitchen floor of the apartment with them. Yes !!! Sun comes out next day. All the 'rose quartz' is amazingly clear and devoid of any pink coloration.<br /><br />My landlord, Yvon Doyon, comes by for the rent. The whole house and deck are covered with pieces of non-rosy quartz. We have to step around them as I write him the rent check. He gives me a quizzical look. It's a tenement. Lots of 'not-normal' people live here, and I get the feeling Yvon has officially put me in that category.<br /><br />I've been hoodwinked. Shamboozled. Schlamottled. Diabolicized. It's all NON rose quartz !!! How could this be?<br /><br />I think it was becuz I was a wee bit too 'eager,' or as Jim Mann would say, 'rock warped.' <br /><br />Actually, a dozen or so of the pieces are true rose quartz. The rest are so faintly tinted it would have taken rose quartz tinted glasses to see it. And apparently I was wearing coke bottles of that stuff when I was at Goddards Ledge. Oops.<br /><br />But it gets worse. Much worse. The next spring I brought my girlfriend to Goddards Ledge as the 'first stop' on a Memorial Day camping vacation; and we both climbed the 800 foot nasty incline up to the 'quarry.' But we didn't find it. I followed the wrong ravine. Since there are no trails, it's a bit complicated. And every mosquito and black fly in Oxford County had our number. So we ran back down the mountain to the car, totally sweaty, hungry, disgusted and bug-bitten.<br /><br />Except I could not find the car keys. They were somewhere 'up there' on the mountain. I had put them in my backpack (for 'safe keeping') and forgot to zip the pocket shut. So they could be anywhere between us and the non-Goddards Ledge quarry. Under the leaves. In between two rocks. Anywhere. And it was getting dark. Smooth move, Doug. <br /><br />So back up the mountain and about halfway up I saw a glint. The keys !!! Really? The keys !!! <br /><br />They had fallen out of my pack when I was skidding up or down a glacial erratic. God must have had mercy on me that day.<br /><br />So some of the rose quartz at Goddard's Ledge in Rumford is genuine, if you don't get too over enthusiastic. And when fashioned <span style="font-style:italic;">en cabochon</span> it does display 6, 8 and 12-star asterism, as Phil Morrill said in 1958.<br /><br />But keep an extra set of keys under the car wheel. Just in case.Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31512022.post-43810112312470792832011-05-23T20:03:00.000-07:002011-05-23T20:04:17.508-07:00Getting Lost at North Twin Mountain, Rumford, MaineNorth Twin Mountain is just a few miles to the north of Black Mountain near the Rumford/Andover line in western Maine, south of Maine Route 120. <br /><br />Swains Notch is a split in the mountain chain, marked by a pond, where Phillip Morrill et al. (1958) described large quartz crystals in the 'dirt.' North and South Twin Mountains are historically documented as having unmined beryl pegmatite deposits on their shoulders.<br /><br />In 1998 on a very rainy June day I got antsy around the house and drove 50 miles to 'attack' Swains Notch and North Twin Mountains and force them to divulge their secrets. What a mistake. <br /><br />First, it was pouring out. Intermittently, but still pouring 15 minutes of each hour. <br /><br />Second, I had not even a good USGS map to direct me; just the old Phillip Morrill quads from the Winthrop Mineral Shop.<br /><br />Third, I had no idea where I was going, except to the end of 'Swains Notch Road' off the road leading to the Black Mountain quarry.<br /><br />But what the hey. So I got out, shouldered pack, hammer and went uphill. Uphill seemed a good direction to go.<br /><br />After about an hour of steep climbing, in intermittent yet pouring rain, I did find some unmined, glacially scoured pegmatite outcrops on the southern shoulder of North Twin Mountain. And rough but large beryl crystals were exposed in the pegmatite, if you ripped giant carpets of moss off them and coated yourself in mud. But hey. Edmund Bailey did it at Black Mountain in 1880. But maybe not in the pouring rain.<br /><br />So I've climbed 1,000 feet, am totally sweaty and totally soaking wet and it is pouring out, did see some in situ beryl but its getting toward 3 or so, not that I have a watch. It just seems 3 or so. Better get off the mountain. Start following logging roads.<br /><br />But they seem to be heading in endless zigzags. There is no 'down'; just a down followed by an 'up.' Where am I? I have no clue. <br /><br />On a clear day I could climb a tree and get my bearings from Black Mountain, or any high spot, I know the terrain and landmarks fairly well. But it's pouring and foggy. Visibility is about 300 feet and no sign of it lifting. <br /><br />I'm totally soaked now, 4 layers of clothes, it's pouring and I'm watching a ruffed grouse who is not so worried as myself. I know from my mental map (no compass ! idiot) that if I walk off the east side of the mountain I will not hit a road for about 5 miles, the Isthmus Road and it will be long past dusk. But I also know that my car is only about 1.5 miles away at most -- if I walk in the right direction toward it. And I have no idea and the logging roads are all doing curlicues and cul de sacs.<br /><br />But then, in a birch grove, near a brook, a breeze ... a smell ... coming from downhill ... badly cooked cabbage and clam flat gas! Rumford. The smell is my compass!<br /><br />There was a while I was a bit scared because I had never been so thoroughly lost before. But like a monkey with a typewriter I randomly moved toward the door and downhill and took a correct turn and saw Swains Pond, which I had never seen before, but I knew it was the right way. And the rain started to let up. It was just kind of misty when I popped out of the road at the end of the pond and after another half hour found the car.<br /><br />It's quite a beautiful place.Douglas Wattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06686351092076044875noreply@blogger.com2