Month: June 2008

  • Too Many Bugs, No Frogs

    Earlier this year, after the thaw, when the frogs needed standing water in the muskeg for their mating and spawning, there was none.  In years when the muskeg is flooded at that season, there are weeks of frog song in the evenings.  This year, we heard no more than a few isolated chirps, and the muskeg isn't providing any habitat for tadpoles this summer.

    We're having a rainy summer so far, which is good for the garden and helps keep down the danger of wildfires.  The rains started too late to do the frogs any good, but they have been quite beneficial for the mosquitoes and wasps.  I see wasps and hear their buzz every time I go outside.  I'm always checking the eaves and the corners of the outhouse, etc., for their paper nests.  I have dreamed of wasps twice last week, but in my dream they were red and black, not black and yellow like the real ones.  I'm not sure what that means.

    New hatches of mosquitoes follow every rain, and it has rained 4 or 5 times a week this month.  Yesterday, I was beset by two different types of mosquitoes, one soft-bodied and slow, the other quick and well-armored.  Most of the latter type got away, and I slapped myself stingingly a few times overkilling the former ones.

    We use transparent sticky strips on our windows to trap flying insects, and don't use poisons.  I put one of the strips on the inside of the shade on my bedside reading lamp.  The previous strip lasted through two summers and trapped fewer mosquitoes than the one in there now has trapped in only about six weeks.  This is a great year for flying insects.  I'll bet the dragonflies will feast themselves into fatitude when they hatch.  Their hatching is always late, well after their prey's.

    There are also, in the sticky stuff, several noseeum gnats and a couple of green aphids.  I do not like mosquitoes, but my antipathy toward them is as nothing compared to the way I feel about noseeums and aphids.  Stealthier than skeeters, noseeums often aren't noticed when they land on me, and even if I feel a little tickle, I look down and, seeing no bug, of course I don't slap it.  Then it bites.  Their bite is truly a bite, not like a mosquito's sting.  Noseeums remove a chunk of flesh and then suck up the blood as it pools in the wound. 

    Gross.  I don't like noseeums.  And if the aphids get into my houseplants, the plants may have to go.  *sigh*  Not exactly enjoying my role here as insect prey and provider.

  • Gains and Losses

    The Supreme Court ruled that the U.S. Constitution applies to the government's detention policies at Guantanamo Bay.  Yaay.

    On the other hand, the House of Representatives rolled over for the administration on FISA, and if this egregious bill passes in the Senate, it won't matter whether the telecom companies' activities in spying on their customers were legal or not, as long as they have a note from the president saying it is.

    Take action!  Speak up.  I did.

  • What is your favorite part of your daily routine?

    Routine?!?

    The best thing about all my days is that I have no routine.  Life done freestyle is my style.    

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  • Is there a specific epithet, slang term or curse word that you absolutely cannot stand?

    No.  Allowing a word to have such power over me is not something I choose to do.  There are words I usually choose not to use, but no word is absolutely taboo for me.  

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    P.S.
    I am doing something sorta infra dig, but with sufficient reason, I believe.  I (as SuSu) am going to recommend one of my own posts at KaiOaty, because KaiOaty has way fewer readers than SuSu has, and this might interest some of you.

    I have started a series on Tarot and Esoteric Initiation, a mind-expanding walk through the Major Arcana.  More participation means more questions to answer and more experiences to share.  I hope I see you there.

  • Weekly Photo Challenge - Natural Beauty

    This week's subject is suggested by StormInHeavn:

    Natural Beauty

    Throughout the year, I'm surrounded by natural beauty.

  • Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders

    Richard L. Dugdale's 1877 work, The Jukes: A Study in Crime, Pauperism, Disease and Heredity, studied a family whose numbers included a large proportion of criminals, in an attempt (purportedly) to discover if criminality was inherited.  The author was a sociologist, and he concluded that what the "Jukes" inherited was a family environment conducive to mental illness, physical disease and social dysfunction.  His conclusions were widely misinterpreted to support the "bad seed" theory.

    The Kallikak Family: A Study in the Heredity of Feeble-Mindedness, published in 1912 by Henry H. Goddard, a psychologist and eugenicist, concluded that "feeble-mindedness," the then-current umbrella term for a number of varieties of mental retardation, learning disorders, and mental illnesses, was hereditary, and that "unfit" individuals should be prohibited from reproducing.  Goddard eventually modified most of his conclusions and recanted his recommendations, such as compulsory sterilization of morons and confinement in what would amount to prison camps, but by then the work had been translated into German and become popular with Nazi policy makers.

    The "Jukes" and the "Kallikaks" (pseudonyms for actual extended family lines) were as infamous as the Hatfields and McCoys, whose thirteen-year feud ignited the Kentucky - West Virginia border in the late nineteenth century.  Recent reviews of Dugdale's and Goddard's data have uncovered a common factor apparently overlooked by the original researchers:  alcohol.  Alcohol also could have played a role in the Appalachian feud, since both families were moonshiners.

    Statistics show that fetal alcohol spectrum disorders (FASD) run in families, but it has been shown that a woman with FAS can have normal, healthy children unless she uses alcohol during pregnancy.  Alcohol addiction runs in families, but there is no general consensus on whether that is because of a genetic biochemical predisposition to alcoholism, or if the cause is environmental (learned behavior).  It is probably both.

    Social service agencies and government public health officials have been investing heavily in education about FASD, and for good reasons.  It is the number one leading known preventable cause of birth defects in the U.S.   In addition to the medical and welfare costs due to disabilities associated with full-blown fetal alcohol syndrome (FAS), rates of violence and criminal behavior are much higher for those with FASD than in the general population.  Some studies have revealed that as many as 60% of all adults diagnosed with FASD have been arrested.

    Dysmorphologist, Dr. David W. Smith, who, along with Dr. Kenneth Lyons Jones, first identified the pattern of, "craniofacial, limb, and cardiovascular defects associated with prenatal onset growth deficiency and developmental delay," opted to name the syndrome for its cause, in the hope that this would promote prevention.  That tactic has partially backfired because it has led many women to lie about their alcohol use during gestation.

    Pregnant women have been arrested and jailed for prenatal child abuse in Alabama, Arizona, Colorado, Georgia, Missouri, New Hampshire, New Mexico, North Dakota, South Carolina, and other states.  In most of those cases, the charges were based on the women's untreated addictions to alcohol and other drugs.  This is a stupid idea.

    The American Medical Association, the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, the American College of Nurse Midwives, the American Academy of Pediatrics, and the March of Dimes, all agree with me that addictions and prenatal health are public health issues, and not for the criminal justice system to correct.  Anyone who doesn't know that alcohol and other drugs are available
    behind bars has never been incarcerated or worked in corrections.  Not only does the threat of arrest deter women from getting care that they and their babies need, being jailed, while undoubtedly punitive to the mother, in no way is protective to the fetus.

    To illustrate how incarceration of the mother can endanger the fetus, take the case of Kari Parsons:

    She was arrested when she was seven months pregnant because a drug test mandated as part of her probation for shoplifting returned a positive result. Though standard practice is to release people arrested for probation violations on their own recognizance until their later court dates, the judge in Parsons' case sent her to jail, citing his interest in protecting the fetus's health.

    Yet three weeks later, because of the judge's ostensible concern for the fetus, Parsons' son was born in conditions that put both his and his mother's health and life at risk.

    Parsons gave birth to her son alone in a dirty Maryland jail cell furnished only with a toilet and a bed with no sheets. She had been in labor for several hours and had countless times pleaded for help and medical attention. The requests were denied.

    The Jennifer Road Detention Center, where she was incarcerated, repeatedly ignored her cries that she was well into labor and needed to go to the hospital. Other inmates, hearing Parsons' cries, implored guards to take her to the hospital.

    Instead, guards took her out of a holding area with other inmates--who had helped to time her contractions--and put her in a cell by herself. A few hours later, Parsons gave birth completely alone, without health care or support of any kind. According to press reports, although completely healthy when he was born, Parsons' son soon developed an infection due to the unsanitary conditions of his birth.

    (source:  womensenews.org)

    The only way to protect babies and the society at large from the effects of FASD is for all sexually active women of child bearing age to voluntarily avoid alcohol unless they are certain of the effectiveness of their contraception (and who is?).  Such voluntary abstinence is not going to happen in a society where the drug is readily available everywhere, drug use is historically accepted and culturally approved, and where it is generally associated with "fun" and relaxation.  Oh, I neglected to mention that this drug is highly addictive, and only a small minority of individuals are capable of just cutting out its use without help.  When reaching out for help can result in arrest and imprisonment, the problem gets worse.

    The problem is not going away in this generation, nor the next, probably.  Maybe if we begin to replace punitive non-solutions with education and treatment, we can diminish the damage over time.  It might help if we begin to respect the wisdom of our ancestors.  Alcohol use and drunkenness are more strongly disapproved for women than for men, cross-culturally.  The traditions of several religions proscribe alcohol for everyone or restrict women from using it. 

    I found an informative page about FASD at Young Adult Health

  • Earlier report was erroneous.

    The two missing hikers in Denali Park still had not been found, three hours after one of them had gotten through to her mother on her cell.  News media had quoted park officials as saying they had been found, but those reports were premature.  The search goes on.

    UPDATE:  They were picked up 8 hours after the phone call.  See my comment here for more.

  • Missing Backpackers Called for Help

    The search force looking for Abby Flantz and Erica Nelson was increased today, and now they can all go home.  This morning, as Erica Nelson's family was in the park being briefed by rangers, Mrs. Nelson received a cell phone call from her daughter.  She was told that they had "gotten lost."  The signal was weak, but helicopters were able to home in on it, and the women are reported to be safe.

  • Denali is Rough Country

    Officially, the state and national parks at the foot of the mountain are "Denali," and the mountain (the tall peak on the right under that puffy little cloud in the wide shot above and in my background image) is "McKinley."  Around here when we say, "Denali", it is usually the mountain, the Great One, Old Weathermaker, that we mean.  He's as cold as he looks or even colder, and on windy days the snow plume from his peak can reach as far as the next peak over.

    Late last month, when the search was called off for missing Japanese climbers Tatsuro Yamada and Yuto Inoue, the official number of climbers to have died on the mountain since 1932 rose to 100.  Both men were in their twenties.  A Park Service permitting process ensures that climbers in the park have the necessary gear and experience.  Including those lost on other peaks such as Foraker and Hunter, nineteen percent of Alaska Range climbers who have gone up but not come down, were Japanese.

    Today, a search is on for two young women, also in their twenties, missing in the park.  They aren't climbers, but are fit and experienced backpackers.  They are employed at the Princess Lodge in Glitter Gulch, along the strip of highway just outside the park's entrance.  For their days off last week, they obtained a backcountry camping permit and went hiking.  They were reported missing when they didn't show up for work on Saturday.

    The housekeepers and waitstaffs at the hotels and restaurants of Glitter Gulch are among the fittest to be found in such jobs anywhere.  They are also some of the happiest and most upbeat waiters and hotel maids I have ever encountered.  A summer spent working there is probably more fun for them than a lot of the cruise passengers have who regularly pay big bucks to be herded in and out of the hotels in sightseeing buses.  It is certainly more fun than the young people would be likely to find on a summer job back home.

    Abby Flantz of Gaylord, Minnesota, and Erica Nelson of Las Vegas, Nevada, had a permit to camp in the Mount Healy backcountry unit.  They had to pass through the Savage River unit to get there.  The Savage River was high and swift due to recent runoff, and one theory is that they turned back at the river.  Yesterday's search concentrated on the near side of the river.  Today it will be expanded to the other side.  Small planes, a helicopter, and around fifty people on the ground, are involved in the search.

    Although they were experienced hikers, neither of them had experience with Alaskan backcountry terrain, weather conditions and wildlife.  The area being searched is slightly less than 100 square miles and consists of rugged terrain, with elevations ranging from 2,000 feet to 6,000 feet, according to the park service. 

    UPDATE  1:23 PM Monday:  Two search dogs from the PAWS organization in Fairbanks have joined the search.

  • Featured Grownups Challenge - Lessons My Father Taught Me

    1)  "If you turn this gear this way, that gear goes the other way, and the shaft in its middle turns until the ratchet up there stops it, then that cam lifts this, and  the spring makes the whole thing go the other way."

    It may seem awfully basic, nuts-and-bolts stuff, but it was my first grounding in logic, observation, cause-and-effect... the basis of everything I learned subsequently, and the lesson that has led me to try and figure out the inner workings of every black box I encounter.

    2) "Be yourself."  I went through a phase, as most kids do, of wanting to be accepted, to be "normal", to be like others.  My father broke the sad news to me that I could only ever be a second-rate imitation of anyone else, but I could be the best me there ever was.  He insisted that it was better to be real than to be normal.

    3) "Never say, 'I can't.'"  I still get tongue tied when I run up against my personal limits and have to find other words to express my inability to do something.  His programming was strong and sometimes harsh, and my husband still occasionally has to remind me of Dirty Harry, "A man's got to know his limitations."  My father's training took me over lots of obstacles, but also led to my getting flattened a few times when I ran into immovable objects.  Now, I always have to give it my best shot before I say, "I can't"

    4) "Pay attention!"  Those were his favorite words, usually accompanied by a finger tap on top of my head to get my attention, when I was a little girl hanging around his workshop, trying to help.  Inattention could have gotten one or both of us hurt, could have resulted in a lot of wasted work and ruined materials.  He has been dead for 56 years, and I can still hear his voice telling me to pay attention.  At a few critical junctures in my life, those words have come to me, with a little tingle on the top of my head, and kept me from making some big mistakes.

    5)  "Tell the truth."  ...'nuff said.

    Topic 2 of 2 for June, 2008