Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Digression - meanwhile, last weekend

Sunday, here in Petaluma, California, was the annual Progressive Festival.

This is a gathering of folk who pretty much all have agendas which largely overlap, mostly having to do with making the world a better place. I happen to agree with most of their ideas.

It is amusing and yet sad to see so many intelligent folk grouped into little booths, each dedicated to one aspect or one collection of viewpoints of the Big Problems. Sort of like the fabled blind men discovering the elephant. This one feels the leg (maybe police brutality and prison unions) and says the elephant is like a tree (sees a need for prison reform and shifting money back from the prison system to the education system.) That one feels the side of the elephant (perhaps President Eisenhower's military industrial complex) and says the elephant is like a wall (Lockeed-Martin-Bechtel-Halliburton.) One sees the ears (PACS and Lobbyists and Big Money) and says the elephant is like a sheet (corruption and graft in government.) The last one feels the trunk (Monsanto and GE foods) and is sure the elephant is like a rope.

You get the picture. Everyone sort of agrees that there's a problem, but they see different manifestations of it.

The problems all boil down to this: the system is not working correctly. Things that are supposed to protect the common good are being destroyed or perverted by greed and a lust for power. The government of the wealthiest and most powerful country in the world is being run by folk who disregard the Bill of Rights of that country's constitution, and seek to foster and then prey upon fear and terror in order to gain more and more control.

One guy who stood alone all day, talking to passers-by, was an old acquaintance of mine. He does characatures each year at the Napa Grad Nite, where I do portraits next to him. He had a one-man display about the need for Secure Elections -- maps showing where Verifiable Paper Trails were legally required, and where they're not. At the same time, Bonnie was helping to man the California Clean Money Campaign booth, collecting signatures to support a bill to institute public financing of statewide political campaigns. I see these two issues as the core issues that have to be faced before ANY of the other problems can be addressed. Without equal resources for all legitimate candidates, we are locked into the same old "those with money call the shots" syndrome. And without verifiable, legitimate elections, the elections themselves are meaningless.

What brought this all up was a talk that Daniel Ellsburg gave late Sunday afternoon at the festival. I'd seen him several times, always quite grim, always with very sensible and horrific predictions for the future, all of which have come true.

This time he seemed unusually upbeat, which was a contrast with his message. He has a lot of insight into the way this country and its government works -- he's been inside it and outside it -- and he seemed to think that, as a free and civil country, we have a very slim chance, if all concerned and truly aware folk work very very hard in the next year or two, to turn out most of our representatives and take back the Congress from the Republican majority which is preventing any detours on the fast trip we're taking down the drain.

And if, indeed we luck out and manage to replace those Republicans with Democrats, then the way is clear to impeach Bush and his entire cabinet and everyone associated with it for the lies and graft and corruption which has become a hallmark of this administration. And then possibly the country can get back on track.

Lacking this slim chance, he said to be ready for the next terrorist attack, whether from outside the US or something allowed to slip through inside, makes no difference, to be used as an excuse for establishing Martial Law, something Bush was checking out at a command center in Colorado even as Ellsberg was speaking. Look for concentration camps to be filled with people who look Arab, or have names that sound Arab, or even happen to be at Festivals like the very one Ellsberg was speaking at. Look for a round-up of citizens to fill these camps that will make the Japanese in WWII "look like they were at a a country club."

As long as we have unverifiable election machines rigging our elections, and Democrats so beholden to rich doners that they are afraid to stand up and say anything (last count 15 were backing Roberts for Chief Justice!) I consider the chance of anything good coming of this to be less than slim.

Back to Reality

Another week or two passes.

Another birthday passes.

Another week of barely eating passes. But what passes now passes more correctly. I have faint hopes that the worst of what was in me is now behind me and flushed away in the torrents of the great toilet of life.

A wonderful time was had last night at Jessel's, where everyone gave me a most memorable birthday experience. Thunder and lightening threatened to turn the evening into an acoustic, unplugged one. I got to play with most everybody, and was surprised by a personally customized tune by Gordon and Mary, which brought tears to my eyes. Guess I'm getting old and touchy-feely.

Today I accompanied Bonnie to the North Bay Progressive office in Santa Rosa, where we guest proofread the latest issue. This could become a regular thing.

Then we zoomed down to San Francisco, where Bonnie's mom took us out to dinner at a very nice Italian place. I risked everything and actually ate real food. So far so good.

Then Bonnie's mom accompanied us to a Health Care for All type house party in San Francisco, which turned out to be quite riveting. Very nice, experienced folk from all parts of the health industry, from retired doctors to interns. Tales of the influence of Big Pharma on the practice of health care in California. Quite interesting.

Now I think it's time to sleep.

Ok. It was a refresh the page and clear the cashe thing

Only after I e-mail the blog help desk and read their "This has happened to a zillion people before you" answer and follow their instructions and refresh the page does the proper page load showing the changes I've made a million times.

Why this should be the case, I don't know. Every other blog I check is updated each time I go to it. Why mine needs to be "refreshed" this time (but never before) is a question only the sages of the internet can answer.

At least it's working now.

why, you, *#(%*&(#*&% blog thing!

It says right here, Template. Edit Template.

I do it. I check it out in preview mode. Looks fine.

I save it. I publish it. I check it out. . .

and all the edits are gone.

Is this blog always destined to have a link to "Srongbad"? Will I ever get a link to my own web page? Is this the end of easy blogging as we know it?

Stay tuned.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

How to lose weight, fast!

All you have to do is get diarrhea!

Stop eating regularly. Try to get down as much fluid as possible. And try to get some rest, when you're not jumping up to run to the bathroom.

Does that sound like more trouble than you want to go to? Don't think you can discipline yourself to keep to such a restricted schedule of activity?

I'd have thought the same. But no! It was easy!

In fact, there's nothing I would rather do! or rather, I don't seem to have the energy to do anything else...

I had a California Zephyr gig scheduled yesterday in Modesto, and I voluntarily chose to skip it so I could stay home and participate in this exciting weight reduction plan!

Even now, I was hoping to be at a 39th birthday celebration for Kevin Madden, who is responsible for introducing me to Bonnie. But no! There's no contest! How can a birthday party possibly compare with the excitement of body modification, the thrill of weight loss, the accessiblity of a bathroom?

Ok, it's the accessibility of the bathroom that's the clincher.


(Confidentially, I've had enough of this program. I'm ready to go back to what-passes-for normal. Where's the exit? How do I leave? What do you mean, I can't?)

Friday, September 09, 2005

Busy Busy Busy (part X)

Friday. Preparing for Garage Sale Sunday. I've never had a garage sale before. It's all new to me. It looks suspiciously like Fall outside, and I sure hope all the stuff I have outside at the folks' house in Napa isn't getting wet with dew or mist.

Have to run over to Napa to try to get things ready. I succumbed to temptation and accepted a gig for Saturday, a wedding with Ewert in Sebastopol, which turns out to include a rehearsal today, which, unlike most rehearsals which are in the evening, is this afternoon, in Sebastopol, which is a good hour from Napa. I'm to meet Ewert here in Petaluma at 2pm, which kinda shoots the whole day. I need to get to Napa, get some stuff set up, and then get back here by 2. It's 10:30am now.

Had to call off a demo session with Gordon (which was just as well -- Mary couldn't make it until after 2, and he had only until 1:30pm open.) Is all this minutia important? Only to me.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Map to Disasterville

Check out the map on BobHarris.com showing the parishes in Louisiana that were mentioned in Bush's emergency declaration.

Continue and read the unbelievable collection of links telling various parts of a story of mind blowing incompetence at the top.

Bob has done a frightfully good job of dragging all this stuff together.

Top 10 Censored Stories of 2004

It's in your best interest to check out the Top 10 Censored Stories of 2004 according to Sonoma State University's Project Censored.

These guys are good. We try to make it to the official unveiling each year, but we've missed the last couple. It's always fun. Last time I made it I found myself sitting right behind cartoonist Dan Perkins, AKA Tom Tomorrow, responsible for this Modern World.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

The Poor Man Institute

As usual some of the funniest satirical writing around is at The Poor Man Institute-- it's always worth checking out.

What really happened in New Orleans - updated Tuesday, September 6 2005

This is still absolutely mind blowing.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Statement on Federal Emergency Assistance for Louisiana

Just in case you are tempted to believe stories, rumors, or talking heads on TV or radio who want to blame the Mayor of New Orleans or the Governor of Louisiana for the lack of preparation and suitable execution of emergency measures before and during the Hurricane Katrina disaster, here's a press release, straight from the whitehouse.gov. (Louisiana Governor Blanco declared a state of emergency Friday, August 26, a day before this White House press release.)

Note that this was posted on the Saturday before the hurricane hit. (I've colored certain parts myself.)
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Statement on Federal Emergency Assistance for Louisiana: "For Immediate Release
Office of the Press Secretary
August 27, 2005

Statement on Federal Emergency Assistance for Louisiana



The President today declared an emergency exists in the State of Louisiana and ordered Federal aid to supplement state and local response efforts in the parishes located in the path of Hurricane Katrina beginning on August 26, 2005, and continuing.

The President's action authorizes the Department of Homeland Security, Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA), to coordinate all disaster relief efforts which have the purpose of alleviating the hardship and suffering caused by the emergency on the local population, and to provide appropriate assistance for required emergency measures, authorized under Title V of the Stafford Act, to save lives, protect property and public health and safety, or to lessen or avert the threat of a catastrophe in the parishes of Allen, Avoyelles, Beauregard, Bienville, Bossier, Caddo, Caldwell, Claiborne, Catahoula, Concordia, De Soto, East Baton Rouge, East Carroll, East Feliciana, Evangeline, Franklin, Grant, Jackson, LaSalle, Lincoln, Livingston, Madison, Morehouse, Natchitoches, Pointe Coupee, Ouachita, Rapides, Red River, Richland, Sabine, St. Helena, St. Landry, Tensas, Union, Vernon, Webster, West Carroll, West Feliciana, and Winn.

Specifically, FEMA is authorized to identify, mobilize, and provide at its discretion, equipment and resources necessary to alleviate the impacts of the emergency. Debris removal and emergency protective measures, including direct Federal assistance, will be provided at 75 percent Federal funding.

Representing FEMA, Michael D. Brown, Under Secretary for Emergency Preparedness and Response, Department of Homeland Security, named William Lokey as the Federal Coordinating Officer for Federal recovery operations in the affected area.

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For completely mind-blowing stories from New Orleans itself, check out the Daily Kos.
Some folk there tell of armed "rioters and looters" at the Convention Center who actually kept order and tried to find food and water for the poor folk stuck there. There are tales of people being repeatedly lied to by authorities, and police who just wanted them to go away. Lots of very intriguing stories.

This picture was posted there:



and apparently shows the (pink-colorized so it stands out in the picture) Convention Center in a pre-flood picture. See that orange off ramp to the bridge? the one that comes right from the Center? This was the ramp that crowds of refugees tried to take to safety, over the river, only to be turned back at gunpoint -- not by rampaging looters, but by the authorities at a checkpoint on the bridge. So they say.

This would also be the bridge from which (I read somewhere) water bottles were dumped to help resupply the folks at the Center, only to have them crash uselessly to the pavement.

A group of Airboaters from Florida wanted to help out were stopped cold by FEMA.


And yesterday I heard this guy on the radio -- an excerpt from Meet the Press, Sunday, September 4, 2005. President of Jefferson Parish, Aaron Broussard. He was crying.

She_drowned_friday_night_she_drowned_friSir, they were told like me. Every single day, the cavalry is coming. On the federal level -- the cavalry is coming. The cavalry is coming. The cavalry is coming. I have just begun to hear the hooves of the cavalry. The cavalry is still not here yet, but I have begun to hear the hooves and we're almost a week out.


Three quick examples. We had Wal-mart deliver three trucks of water. Trailer trucks of water. FEMA turned them back, said we didn't need them. This was a week go. We had 1,000 gallons of diesel fuel on a coast guard vessel docked in my parish. The coast guard said come get the fuel right way. When we got there with our trucks, they got a word, FEMA says don't give you the fuel. Yesterday, yesterday, fema comes in and cuts all our emergency communications lines. They cut them without notice. Our sheriff, Harry Lee, goes back in. He reconnects the line. He posts armed guards -- said no one is getting near these lines.
...

The guy who runs this building I'm in -- emergency management. He's responsible for everything. His mother was trapped in St. Bernard nursing home and every day she called him and said," Are you coming, son? Is somebody coming?" And he said yeah, Mama. Somebody's coming to get you.. Somebody's coming to get you on Tuesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Wednesday. Somebody's coming to get you on Thursday. Somebody's coming to get you on Friday. And she drowned Friday night. And she drowned Friday night. Nobody's coming to get us. Nobody's coming to get us. The Secretary has promised. Everybody's promised. They've had press conferences. I'm sick of the press conferences. For god's sakes, just shut up and send us somebody.


Also on Meet the Press was an apparently quite energetic discussion between Tim Russert and Michael Chertoff, head of Homeland Security.

The Republican War on Science By Chris Mooney



So I just spent the last hour animating my silly little Colonel Bleep picture, while listening to Michio Kaku talk to a guy, Chris Mooney, who's written a book about how the current administration is cheapening and discounting science in the name of ideology. Not a happy thought.

And this very blog site doesn't seem to play the animated gif properly. One small section of one frame seems to be transposed down from the top to middle of the frame. And every time I try to upload a new version they all seem to do the same thing. Bummer.

As usual, the Iguana is on top of it

Now that he's back from hiding under a rock for Labor Day, the Cosmic Iguana has his typical great round up of stories about what's happening.

Venus, Jupiter and the Moon



Last night, while everyone else was listening to Mark Herald play at Jessel's, I was outside taking pictures of the western sky.

Venus is to the left. Jupiter is towards the middle. The tiny crescent moon peeks out between trees to the lower right.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

A frightening thought

The only thing I can think of that's worse than what's happened in New Orleans this past week is the realization that the same lack of planning and inept government leadership -- more like an utter lack of leadership -- awaits anyone caught in the next disaster, natural or man-made, that happens in this country.

How on earth anyone can still have the slightest confidence that this administration will do anything other than help their friends make as much money as possible while letting the rest of the country, and if necessary, the world, go down the drain, is beyond my comprehension.

And yet there are still those who harbor such thoughts. I don't know whether to pity them or fear their colossal pride and ignorance, a frightening combination in itself.

Busy week ahead

Today on the way to the dump with Bonnie I got a call (due to the magic of cell phones) from Steve Ewert, Zephyr mainstay, good vocalist and guitarist, and all around pleasant guy. He asked me if I could play a wedding with him next Saturday. Yes, I think that would be possible, I said. Great! Of course, we have to go to the rehearsal Friday night in Sebastopol, about a half hour north of Petaluma. Ok, I can do that, I said. And, could I do a little rehearsing at Bonnie's with him Thursday evening, just so we know what we're doing? Well, I suppose.

Let's see now. That makes the week look like this so far:
  • Sunday: rehearse with folks at Jessel's
  • Monday: Jessel's Jam
  • Tuesday: rehearse at Russ's with California Zephr
  • Wednesday: rehearse at Jessel's with folk hoping to play next Monday
  • Thursday: rehearse with Ewert at Bonnie's
  • Friday: go to wedding rehearsal with Ewert in Sebastopol
  • Saturday: do wedding in Sebastopol with Ewert
This is getting out of hand.

I'm saying "this is getting out of hand" a lot lately.

A trip to the Chef's Market

The plan for yesterday, Friday, was to meet Mary Jenson at Jessel's and rehearse some stuff for Monday night. I called her just as I was leaving to find that Gordon Lustig, ace guitar player and ascerbic wit, had invited us to come over to his house to make a demo, since his wife and two darling boys weren't there. Cool. So I met Mary there and we recorded three or four tunes, which was nerve wracking, since it was decided that, to simplify things, I shouldn't sing along with Mary but should only play the guitar, which made me think a whole lot more about playing, which made it somehow harder. Like trying to write while looking at your hand in a mirror. But it worked ok. Mary had to leave for her musical Quilts rehearsal, but I didn't have any immediate plans.

So I never did get to Jessel's, but hung out at Gordon's, listening to piles of other stuff he'd done in Digital Performer on his Mac, as well as CDs he'd produced or that had folk on them he knew, until we went to get his older boy, Max, at daycare, since Gordon had understood his wife to say that she'd pick up one boy and Gordon should pick up Max. Only when we got there we found he wasn't there, so we went back to his house to find that his wife, Karen, who I'd never met, had picked up the kids and were going to the Chef's Market, (in downtown Napa) and didn't I want to go with them?

Well, I hadn't planned to, but I hadn't been to the Chef's Market this year, either, so I finally said, ok, only there was a pile of things that needed doing first, but by the time Gordon had played everything for me that he wanted to it was about 7pm, so I said maybe I should meet you there, but they said, no, you can come with us, it's ok, so we all loaded into the Lustig mobile and went to the Chef's market.

We parked in a parking garage, and I walked out of it about 200 feet and ran into Shawn, a former Ross Graphics Team guy whom I hadn't seen in maybe 10 years, and he was with one of the guys from APL, the old art group I used to be in, and we talked and talked and then the charicaturist who was drawing them wanted to talk to me and we talked and talked and meanwhile Gordon went ahead and I didn't see him again for another hour or more.

Meanwhile, my friend Keith arrived and so I hung out with him and made it all the way to First Street and we turned up to see who was playing at the fountain-- and lo and behold it was the Mystics, John Fittipoldi and Bobby Santa Cruz (who I hadn't seen for probably 7 or 8 years -- he was an original Falcon) and a guitar player who looked and sounded an awful lot like Sean Allen (only the APL guy I'd been talking to was his brother, Pat Allen, who said Sean hadn't played with the Mystics in years, but taught Rock and Roll Guitar at a music school in town.) About this time Keith and I ran into local realtor and fellow Napa High School Class of '69 grad Gary Rose and his wife, who were scoping out the Mystics, with the thought in mind that he didn't want to spend the $1400 John said he wanted for the Mystics to play at a Realtor's Client Appreciation Party at Silverado Country Club. Gary said he was probably going to hire Matt Applin, a great singer I suggested whom I had met at Jessel's. All the time I'm looking out for Gordon, only I never saw him until we start walking back down First street. Then Keith headed on and I told Gordon I wanted to say hello to the Mystics when they took a break, so we went back and on the way I got the food Gordon said he'd buy me when we got to the Chef's Market in the first place, only he said he'd have to get some more cash and I said don't worry, I have plenty, and bought my Ceasar's salad myself. So we stood around and waited for the Mystics to go on a break, only then they were on a break and I didn't see them and looked for them and finally heard Johnny and the guitar player getting ready for the last set and then saw Bobby returning from somewhere and I grabbed him and he said, "Why, it's Steve Della Maggiora!" and he asked if I could hang out afterwards, only I couldn't because I'd come with Gordon's family and they had to get home with the kids. Then John saw me and said, "Why, there's Steve Della Maggiora, best artist in the Napa Valley" right into the mic, only to me he said, "Hey! Get your keyboard!" and I had to tell him I didn't have it since I wasn't in my car, but that was so like Johnny, always wanting me to sit in, but almost never wanting to pay me for a gig. Then I said to the guitar player who was tuning up, "Boy, that sure looks like Sean Allen" and he turned around and it was Sean Allen, and we talked a little bit, and then Gordon and I hung out and listened to their first couple of songs, until it got too loud and we had to leave anyway and find Karen and the kids, who were down by Mervyns, eating cotton candy, and right near there was Kent the sax guy, who also hosts at Jessel's sometime, and Jay Goetting, the bass player who also works as a reporter for the Napa Register, and their old keyboard guy who's really good but I've never met him. We listened to a tune and then talked to Kent for a second, and then it was back to Gordon's.

Good. I could get home early for once. Only Gordon wanted Max to play something for me, which was quite impressive, really, and then we got into playing different things, and Gordon showed me how he'd showed Max how to find chords on the piano, and I showed him similar things I did, and we ended up playing a lot, and then the kids and Karen disappeared, and then Karen appeared coralling a buck naked kid who'd come in to watch tv, and then she made us tea, and then she disappeared again, and we kept on going and going until I said,"OK, I have to go, it's midnite" and Gordon said, yes, that's right, and so I left about 1:40am.

Good thing I didn't stay late.

I have to stop doing this. It's getting difficult driving to Petaluma at 2am.

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