Water, Water, Not Everywhere. But, Here.

Beltane                                                                                       Waxing Garlic Moon

Spent most of the day at an event focused on implementation of the Great Lakes Water Compact, an unusual and comprehensive agreement among the 8 Great Lakes States and two Canadian provinces.  It was held at the REI in Bloomington, the one with the very tall climbing wall.  It also has nicely landscaped grounds with native plants and water falls.-

American political processes have wheels within wheels attached to gears that trip levers and start small balls rolling down tipping boards which fall and in falling create a cascade of effects near and far.

The Great Lakes Water Compact Council consists of the 8 states signatory to the agreement.  There is a larger group that contains Ontario and Quebec.  This outfit has the responsibility for overseeing the implementation of the accord reached in 2008.   On a budget of roughly $100,000.  Which dries up this year.  Who funds this group?  The 8 states.  Will the 8 states raise money from themselves to move this body forward?  Remains to be seen.

This meeting today, which included DNR folks, environmental groups and legislative types wanted to push the Compact forward in spite of its very real limitations, both political and fiscal.

It has the stated aim of stopping diversion of water out of the Great Lakes, period, and to regulate water diversions within the watershed.  It began when folks concerned about the Great Lakes discovered that an Ontario agency had approved a permit for a Chinese company to ship millions of gallons of Lake Huron water back to China for bottled water.  The furor over this (the diversion, not the fact that it was China.) caused Ontario to back down and an odd coalition of businesses, chamber of commerces, enivronmentalists and politicians to sit down and hammer out a way to ensure that such diversions never proceed and to create a framework for monitoring and regulating Great Lakes Water.

This all makes sense to me and I’m glad to see all the various political, environmental and regulatory folks working earnestly to make it happen.

This circling of the Great Lakes wagons does beg the question of how a fresh water rich region will fare in a world gone thirsty.  The compact sets up a governing body to handle matters within the total Great Lakes watershed and the smaller watersheds that constitute it, but they do nothing to prevent Arizona, Nevada, China, Saudi Arabia or any other water poor region from looking at us with envy and perhaps a little hostility.

You might say, what about what we tell all 5 year olds?  “You just have to learn to share.”

Here’s the problem.  The average recharge rate for the Great Lakes is 1% a year.  What that means is that any diversion over 1% will actually draw down the volume of waters in the lake.

In case you think this is a far away problem consider the poor Aral Sea.  In 1989 it was full, but supporting multiple farming operations, most of them growing cotton.  In 2008 it had barren lake bottom with ships sitting of what had been lake bed.

Not Too Plugged In

Beltane                                                                Waxing Garlic Moon

A new printer, a laserjet.  Cheaper to operate than the color printers, necessary for producing manuscripts.  I bought one.  I spent a good while setting it up with no luck on the final leg, my print command to the printer.  Frustrated, I let it set for a month or so.  Today I decided to go at it again.

I tried to print something.  Nothing happened.  I expected that.  Went to the HP website and had a bad moment when I wondered if I’d bought a printer that simply couldn’t connect to a Windows 7 operating system.  After a bit of stumbling around, I found that no, I had not done that and that this printer could be made to work with Windows 7.  Which left me back at the original problem.

Instead of calling HP right away, I decided to give the troubleshooting guides one more try.  I put in my printers product number and sure enough, there was a fix for the very problem I’d encountered.  I followed the instructions to change the point and print setting (whatever that is) to disable and tried again.  No joy.

Tired of the process I called HP.  Surprisingly, I got through to tech support with little trouble.  When the nice man from India had walked me through the process for him taking control of my computer to check the problem, he asked me, “What does the printer say right now?”

“Let me look.”  I looked.

That’s odd.  Doesn’t say anything.  Could it be turned off?  No, the on button was pushed in but it had no light.  Hmmm.

Ooops.  I checked the plug.  Not plugged in.  I’d unplugged it before I went to Nebraska a week ago today.  So, I plugged it in, not saying anything to India yet.

It turned on and, sure enough, chugged to life and spit out the test matter I’d sent through it right after I ran the troubleshooter tips.

“Oh,” I said, “Gee.  I didn’t have it turned on and I tried a fix from your website.  Look’s like it worked.”  Chagrin.

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies – Thomas Jefferson

Beltane                                                                                    Waxing Garlic Moon

“If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their Fathers conquered… I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies… The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.” – Thomas Jefferson

Now, Tom Jefferson and I don’t always see eye to eye, but I really liked that part about a revolution every twenty years or so he mentioned in that Declaration of his.  Now ours.

I’m not sure what the point of this quote is exactly but I sure agree with it.  I mean, who wouldn’t understand that banks and corporations have grown up depriving the people of all property while their children wake homeless.  Just ask any of those of folks with a foreclosure in front of the house they thought was theirs until Wells Fargo or JP Morgan or Bank of America decided they couldn’t have it anymore.

Jefferson also grew lots of stuff at that house he built, Monti-cello, and we try the same thing here, though not quite as scientific, I suppose.  He sent out those two good boys, Lewis and who was that other one?  Clark.  Yep.  Clark.  They wandered a long way from home.

I also like that line, banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies.  Amen.  My boy’s in the Air Force and I trust his thinkin’ a lot more’n I do those guys behind mahogany doors and deep plush carpets.

So, the next time you send in your mortgage or car payment why not stick Tom’s message in along with it.  Hell, can’t hurt.

Bee Diary: Hive Inspections

Beltane                                                    Waxing Garlic Moon

Colony #1:  This is the colony in which my queen release went well.  She’s been busy.  The second hive box, on only a week, has all the brood frames with brood, some full, some partial, so I went ahead and added another hive box.  This is the colony I’m going to keep as a parent colony for next spring.  I’ve decided I want to manage the other two for maximum honey and then let them die out in the fall.

Colony #2:  The first of the one’s where the queen got to her job a week late because I didn’t handle the release well. (at least I didn’t kill her, which I did last year)  This colony seems to be putting a lot of honey in the two supers I added in place of a second hive box.  Not sure what that means, but it for sure means we’re not ready for another set of supers quite yet.

Colony #3:  The second late queened colony.  This colony has brood in the bottom of the two honey supers I added last week, and seems to be storing honey in the top one.  Again, I don’t know what this means, but this one is not ready for another two supers yet either.  I plan to check both of them mid-week, just in case they accelerate the brood production process.

Once again, these bees are placid, friendly, and diligent.  Great colleagues in our life here.  I feel lucky to have them.

Artemis, our patron goddess, has several images, as do most of the Greek pantheon, but this one always causes some consternation.  What’s with all those blobs on her chest?  Though a common explanation suggests they are breasts, symbolizing her role as a fertility goddess, some scholarship suggests they may instead be bull’s testicles or gourds, both also potent symbols of fertility in Asia.

I saw this statue in a museum near the ancient city of Ephesus.  From nearby it was also possible to see the one remaining pillar from her great temple, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world.  Now, it looks bereft, a lone monument in a not too well tended field.

On the same trip Kate and I went to Delos, the site of the Delian Leagues treasury during the glory days of Greece.  Artemis and her brother Apollo were born on this island. It’s a small, uninspiring rocky island, but it has a storied past that makes it more than repay a visit.

Yama

Beltane                                                                                Waxing Garlic Moon

Still learning about fruit tree management.  Gonna go out and inspect the fruit trees one by one on a ladder this morning.  Then, mid-morning, the bees.  Later, tai-chi starts up again.

A busy week ahead so tomorrow is a Latin day.  I will be in the story of Pentheus for some time, Book III: 509-730.

Death.  A friend whose brother is dying and whose wife has been diagnosed with cancer said the other night, “I can feel them circling.”  This is, I imagine, a frequent sensation as we enter this last stage of life, no longer attending weddings so much as funerals.

The wonderful mandala and one thanka we have at the MIA speak to this.  They both celebrate Yama, the Lord of Death.  In Tibetan Buddhism Yama has a distinct role, he moves us toward enlightenment by teaching us how to reconcile with our own death.  A key move for Yama involves getting each person to embrace their own death, not shrink from it, or fear it, but understanding it as only the end point to this particular life.  In Tibetan Buddhism this has importance because the dying persons emotional state at death has a lot to do with the next incarnation.

In my (our) case I find Yama an important god because coming to grips with our own death does liberate us (can liberate us).  Yama represents that sacred force moving within us that wants us to live today because we know we may (will) die tomorrow.  When our fear of dying crimps our will to live (fully), then death has taken hold of us too early.  Instead, by accepting the eventual and definite reality of our own death, we can paradoxically gain new energy for living a full, rich, authentic life.

Inverting the Pyramid of the Museum

Beltane                                                                                          Waxing Garlic Moon

A museum is an odd organization since it has a bifurcated purpose, one dealing with things and another dealing with people.

As to things, it has a responsibility to the art works in its custody, a responsibility to not only exhibit them, but to care for them in such fashion that they will survive, as many already have, for centuries, even millennia.  This work of the museum is in the hands of curators, guardians or trustees from the original Latin, who both establish rules and procedures for keeping art safe, and purchase more art to enhance the museum’s collection goals.  Some see curators as taste-setting or taste-makers and they can serve that role by choosing what the public will see at any one time of a museum’s collections.  Others see them as conservators.  Others as connoisseurs.  They have all these roles and more.

Most of the time the work of the curator and the work of the museum going public line up.  That is, the curator wants to have the best examples of particular kinds of art and wants to display it to advantage.  The public comes to see the art and wants to see in a way that makes viewing both easy and informative.  Occasionally the curator may loan out certain works or remove certain works either for conservation or on a rotation with other, similar objects.  In those instances the curators work might frustrate the public.

As to people, though, the museum exists for its public.  Its public has certainly been defined and refined over the years.  In their origins museums served and often still do serve an educated elite who feel a particular bond with the arts and artists.  As long as museums serve this group primarily, the museum usually functions without controversy.

If, however, as is now the case, museums seek to measure their worth by attendance numbers and also by the diversity of the audience, the museum has a new position in relation to its visitors.  Groups who have not traditionally been seen as museum visitors, school children, financially disadvantaged persons, members of any community, really, neither moneyed nor educated at the college level and beyond, require some assistance, some guidance, some initial tutoring.

This has, traditionally, been the role of the docent whether paid or volunteer.

As more and more first time visitors come to the museum, such things as museum etiquette must be taught.  Stay one foot away from everything.  Use inside voices.  Don’t make telephone calls in the galleries.  Visitors must also be encouraged in that most basic art museum act, the encounter with individual works.  This  requires small groups, maybe 10-15 at best, of new visitors and a specially trained guide, most often a docent though there are now many different types of guide programs.

The vast majority of museum visitors will never see a curator, never talk to a development officer or an education staffer.  They will not even know there is a department of registration and will know the board and director only as far away figures, if at all.

They will encounter the art in one fashion or another.  A large number, perhaps most, will, at one point or another, however, meet a guide.  Most will meet docents.  Some will meet guides from other, specialized programs that focus only on school children or that provide tours of specific museum collections.

The docents and guides are hardly indispensable, but the museum does have two categories without which a museum does not make sense:  art and visitors.  The art needs curators, certainly, and visitors, many visitors, benefit from a guided experience, an engagement with the art designed to elicit careful looking, provide some information and enhance the possibility the art will do its radical job of confronting a visitor’s perceptions and preconceived notions.

Seen in this light, an inverted pyramid of the organization shines its light on art and visitors, then on those who work most closely with them, the guides.

The museum seen from this inverted perspective suggests a high degree of importance for a well-trained and continuously updated guide corps.  It also suggests a higher level of appreciation for this volunteer group that serves the most critical aspect of the museum’s mission, making art available to all.

Sigh

Beltane                                                            Waxing Garlic Moon

So, this guy has this dog.  He puts up an electric fence to stop the dog.  The dog jumps up on the fence, standing as a mountain goat, all four feet together, on the electric fence and the wooden top rail.  She’s laughing at me.  It’s another episode in the long running series, Are You Smarter Than A Three-Year Old Dog?  Up to this point, apparently not.

Gertie is a special case, a special needs dog, only I don’t know what her needs are.  Why does she need to be in the orchard?  No clue.  Why does she snarl at strangers?  Territoriality I imagine, but what would make her back off?  Don’t know.  She seems to have a hair trigger with the other dogs.  Why?  I’m hoping it was partly (mostly) induced by Sollie, her male companion for the last two years.

I’ve put up a run of bamboo fence and two pieces of corrugated metal roofing material.  Working so far.

Tomorrow I’m going to the hardware store and buy material for another shot at this.  This time I’m going to get the plasticized wire I have on top of the fence and run it a couple of inches above the electric fence.  She pulls herself over the fence, but when she does I’m guessing she’s not completing the circuit, so the electric fence is just soft rope. (It has wire woven through it.

One Shocking Day

Beltane                                                          Waxing Garlic Moon

One more shocking day.  Headed out this morning with Mark to Fleet Farm.  If you’ve not ever encountered Fleet Farm, your life is not complete.  A megastore before there were megastores Fleet Farm carries all that stuff you can’t find anywhere else.  Electric fence supplies in this case.  Yes, my dog barrier creation abilities have been tested once again, this time by new arrival, Gertie.

Gertie is a little dog by our standards, but she’s athletic, so the pull up and belly over the orchard fence proved little challenge for her.  You might think we wouldn’t care if the dogs were in the orchard, but our trees and blueberries have soft earth around them.  There must be an invisible Dig Here sign over each one, for no sooner does a canine enter the orchard (is this sounding a bit garden of edenish?) than soil begins to fly.  At some point, too, the dog encounters netaphim (nope, not seraphim), but a drip irrigation method designed to deliver water just where you want it.  Netaphim is chewy.  OH, Boy! OH, Boy!  Neither one of these activities make the orchard keepers happy.

So, once again, I put up insulators, strung the rope laced with wire, jerry-rigged a gate and joined the whole to the already existing 1,600 feet of electric fence bordering our back yard and now the orchard.  Plugged it back in.

Now we wait for the yelp that will indicate Gertie has learned about Mr. Wire.

Welcome home, Gertie.

The Road

Beltane                                                     Waxing Garlic Moon

The dog delivered, I’m moving more slowly today.  I’ve selected a route home, up I-29 to I-90, then to the Jeffer’s Petroglyphs.  I’ll plan to stay around there tonight, then finish up the drive home tomorrow.

Saw granddaughter Ruth’s new teeth.  Little white spikes emerging between her baby teeth in the front.  Ruth is not sure what to make of Grandpa.  I don’t mind.  I’m in the relationship for the long haul and I know we’ll connect.

Sollie looked at me from the car.  I opened the Subaru’s trunk latch and gave him a hug.  We became pals.  I am, however, not sorry to see him go.  I think the home dogs will calm down.  I hope.

Jon and Jen have their sleeves rolled up, busy with two young kids, renovation and a dog.  At least they have the summer.

Now, I’m going to hit the road and wander a bit, a joy I picked up from my dad, who loved a road trip now matter how small.

Driving to Nebraska. Again.

Beltane                                                                   Waxing Garlic Moon

Motel 6 with Sollie, Lincoln Nebraska

At 8:35 am Sollie and I took off in the truck.  We drove straight through to this little piece of heaven.

Driving between Andover and Lincoln, a frequent trip, goes through some of the less visually interesting parts of the United States.

Sollie is now in the bathroom blessedly quiet.  He’s a bit much to handle, a lot like a 3 year old.

Kate called with an extreme emergency.  The powers out and the generator did not kick in.  Time and a half to take care of it, but Kate’s there and she’s hot.  Kate hot is not something you want to see.  So Allied Generator has an evening call to rescue my sweet heart.

Ruth is with Jon and they’re on their way.