Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Friday, 29 June 2007

The Life of a Bedu

As I do at least once a year, I moved. I'm all about tradition. I must say, it's nice to have more than 180 sq. feet, and separate rooms. This is the view of Interbay Valley out the living room window.

Thursday, 21 June 2007

Wet & Wild

Big Al, our quarter-ton Fur Seal.
This is the second half of my, Kent, and Trina's trip to the Seattle Aquarium, on the Volunteer Family Day. Watch for the hovertext!
Puffin






But how do they get all these fish to float up there like that? Oystercatcher











That's actually a fish, that is!


Trina, doing what she otter.


Fresh-water otters- not as smart as sea otters but a lot cuter.
Yes!  I am a giant among these puny fish!

Window on an Underwater World

On June 22nd, the new Seattle Aquarium Windows on Washington exhibit will open - a 39x17' screen on underwater world. A few days prior, I had the distinct joy of inviting my brother Kent and his wife Trina to tour the facility and new exhibit, as family of volunteers got to attend free.

It is pleasant to be able to be immersed with ocean all around, to be filled with fish and mussels. Pleasanter still to share this with people you love, and see them experience it for the first time.
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And since I've received complaints from readers that I never post pictures of myself....























They bring in divers to feed the fish and do a shtick in front of the crowds.










After viewing the Windows on Washington for awhile, we moved past the surge tanks, to the touch tanks.











I've seen pictures of other species of anemone swallowing small sharks. Bigger anemones than this. But it's neat to feel the animal attempting to digest your finger as you put it inside it's stomach. And bonus- when you pull your finger out, for the first time in your life your fingernails are clean! And most fun of all- getting a patron to do it, and then telling them after that the mouth of the anemone is also the butt, and so they just put their finger in the animal's butt. Sigh. That never gets old.
Wolfie
This beauty is Wolfie, our Wolf Eel (not a true eel). He is dominating the cage right now, forcing the larger Kracken out of his preferred cave. Kracken is one of our Octopi, now continuously banging himself against the glass becauAndromedase he's going through supersenescence, because he insisted on having sex with Andromeda, pictured here. In fact, he broke through the barrier between the two of them- a bold move for a male where the female often devours her mate after coitus. We released Andromeda a bit after this picture so she could lay her eggs in the Sound, starve while caring or them, and die. Kracken's two, done his evolutionary duty, and therefore his mind is degenerating before he just falls apart and dies. Thank you, Jesus, that you did not give us this life plan.

Tuesday, 12 June 2007

Mending Wall

US - Mexico Border Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
Building the Berlin Wall
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
Wall between Palestine and Israeli-Occupied Palestine
Israeli Palestinian Wall
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?' But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
GWA Border with Morocco
GWA - Morocco Wall
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

-Robert Frost

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Say it with me. President Obama.

Yes, today I saw the man himself, the next President of the United States, Barack Obama. Very exciting. Last time I saw a presidential candidate was Dukakis. That didn't turn out so well.

But the last time I cared about a presidential candidate was when Carter was running for reelection. This is the first time I do when I can vote. Indeed, it's the first time I contributed to a campaign, however paltry the amount. He's the first candidate I've seen since Carter who takes his faith seriously, and lets it influence how he acts. Obama's different.

The evening began with some righteous West African dancing, to some seriously intense drums. Very impressive. Wish I could say the same for the act that followed. I think Obama was caught in Seattle traffic, and they needed someone to fill in, so they decided on the only guy who could play guitar backstage. Seriously, I wouldn't be dissing him like this if it had been one, or even two songs. We sat through five songs of a guy who couldn't hit a single note on key, singing five romantic songs about how he couldn't get the girl. Seriously. It was a total let down from the wonderful dancing.

Then Congressman Adam Smith- yes the same one who attempted to help me out with Homeland earlier this year- introduced Obama, sharing how he was a long-time supporter. I like Mr. Smith more and more.

I was maneuvering myself into the stage dive area, where most of us were standing, foregoing the seats in the back of the WaMu Theatre of Qwest (hashek) Field. Finally after a couple of false starts the main man came out to work the crowd on stage, specially chosen to represent all of Seattle. (Though I think we're actually more diverse than what was represented on stage.

It was truly a thrill to hear Obama share. That's how it was- more sharing than Clinton's listening, Gore's lecturing, or Jesse Jackson's preaching. It felt somehow intimate, and very honest, very genuine. There were moments of fire, but most of it was a man speaking to inspire quiet hope, and give a concrete plan of action. Sure, there weren't all the details, but it wasn't the venue for that. It was enough that there were plans.


Obama got the most wild applause when he spoke out against the current administration, or when he spoke about the war- against it, and his long term actions in support of peace. And there was even a heckler in the audience, only three people from me. Obama's hecklers are evidently people who call for the impeachment of Cheney, and sing while doing it.


In person, Obama lived up to his first name- that of power-blessing. And he holds a promise to be that for our nation.