Archive for January, 2016

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FAIR AND FAIRLY

January 24, 2016

I travel all the time but have not paid the $100 for the TSA pre-check. However, I get selected for this line in LGA more often than not. I think that they (Delta) know the frequency that I travel and do not consider me a risk. I will tell you that it ticks off the people on my team that have paid for the service.

This was a recent Facebook post from one who was randomly chosen to use the TSA pre-check line. TSA does this to encourage more to be pre-screened.  It cost me $84 to get mine, and I had to drive to Roseburg to be fingerprinted, but the few times I fly,  I don’t wait in line.  I am at an age when convenience is worth a lot, even if I can’t attach a dollar value to it.

“It ticks off the people on my team that have paid for the service.”  In other words, somebody got something for nothing, They had to pay for it, IT IS NOT FAIR, IT IS WRONG, AND IT MUST BE CHANGED.

Fairness is an American obsession.  Many want to end Food Stamps, now SNAP, Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, because a few have abused it to buy things they shouldn’t have. Food Stamps is one of the least abused, most useful of all federal programs.  Still, any unfairness bothers people.  In Kentucky, able-bodied adults between 18 and 50 with no dependents must work, volunteer, or take classes for 20 hours a week for SNAP.  Heaven forbid somebody get something for nothing.  Many can’t find jobs, and I know first hand the difficulty to find volunteer opportunities. If we want “must work programs” let’s have mandatory national service for the young and able-bodied on welfare with an organized list of thousands of jobs, thousands of supervisors, so that we can fix infrastructure and support the three gifts America gave the world: liberty (military service), the national parks (build trails, fix the backlog of jobs), and public education (help in the schools).  Then let’s pay them by giving them a reasonable stipend followed by four years of education in a field of their choice after completion of their duty.  Such work gives people dignity, and I can’t attach a dollar value to dignity, either.

Because somebody cheats on welfare, many want to disband it. One should pull himself up by his own bootstraps, by golly.  This is difficult if one doesn’t have shoes, let alone boots. If we tried to enhance family planning, rather than trying to destroy it, we would have fewer children, less poverty, and require fewer jobs.  Freeloaders are employers who come to a city lured by tax breaks, not single women with children on welfare.  Every corporation that skirts IRS laws is a freeloader.

In college, I discovered for the first time in my life that hard work didn’t bring success and good grades.  It wasn’t fair, but life isn’t. When asked whether it was fair to call Reservists up for duty in Vietnam, JFK replied, “There is always inequity in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded, and some men never leave the country, and some men are stationed in the Antarctic and some are stationed in San Francisco. It’s very hard in military or in personal life to assure complete equality. Life is unfair.”

Want to know something that wasn’t fair?  Read Paul Kalanithi’s “My Last Day as a Surgeon” or “How long do I have left?”  He was, the past tense a sad way to refer to a remarkable human being, a neurosurgical resident, diagnosed during his training as having Stage IV non-small cell lung cancer.  He died two years later at 37.  As a resident, he was a skilled communicator and physician.  He learned in his last two years of life to enjoy the simple things as realizing his reassurance of a patient mattered.  He was a physician-scientist who could have been a writer, too.  It wasn’t fair that he died so young.  He quoted his chances of getting his disease: 0.00012%

As a physician, a lot of my stress was seeing people who had medical problems that weren’t fair.  I saw the 55 year-old at 2 a.m. with a sudden onset of a Grade V (the worst) subarachnoid hemorrhage, who was going to die. Not fair.  I saw a colleague develop a glioblastoma multiforme, which killed him at age 52. Not fair.  Or the 41 year-old man who in the ED at midnight, with a big stroke, whose wife said, “He’s going to die,” and I remained silent, because I knew she was right.  Not fair.  The 25 year-old woman devastated by MS.  Not fair.  The 28 year-old who broke his tibia, who coded one night at 3 a.m.  He didn’t make it.  I can still see the ugly, huge pulmonary embolus at his autopsy.  A gifted classmate, hiking by a Colorado river, falling, hitting his head and drowning.  He was 27.  Not fair. Notice that four of these were sudden.

This is life, or maybe death.  Bad things happen.  Some we can prevent, and some we haven’t a clue how to prevent.  I try to think that I must make each day count in some way, because we don’t have forever, and time is passing.  Atrial fibrillation was my game changer.  My probability of having a stroke has significantly increased.  Not fair that I inherited some bad genes, but biology doesn’t really care how I feel.  It just is. I’m moving on. The clock is really ticking now.

One question we must address as a society is how much unfairness is…for lack of a better word…fair.  The other is how to treat people fairly.

The tax code is unfair and could be changed.  It is not a malignancy.  I don’t think it is either fair or appropriate to pay women less who do the same work as men.  I don’t think it is fair for a child to die of a preventable disease because the parents didn’t believe in vaccination. I don’t think it is fair that people should go bankrupt because they had a medical condition that nobody could have foreseen.

We aren’t born equal, we don’t have equal opportunities and life will never be fair.  We can, however, treat people fairly who end up on the wrong side of the luck scale.  Any of us could be one of them.

Any time.

DOWNRIGHT AMERICAN

January 12, 2016

I got an email from Senator Jeff Merkley’s office saying there would be a town hall meeting with the senator Saturday afternoon up in Coburg.  All the places where Merkley holds such meetings are small towns.  Lane County is big, Eugene the County Seat, but Mr. Merkley, from a small town in southern Oregon, held his Lane County meeting in Coburg.  Good for him.

I arrived at the IOOF Hall to find it full.  I could have probably wrangled a seat because I’m graying, but seats are for old people, if you get my point.  I stood in the back.  I had never been to one of these town halls and had no idea what was going to happen.  I was amazed that I didn’t get patted down.  Five years and a day prior, my Congresswoman was holding a town hall when she got shot in the head from 3 feet away.  She amazingly survived.  Six others did not, including a county attorney, 63, a “9/11” girl, 9 years old, and women in their late 70s who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Nothing changed, and we can’t even put fingerprint codes on firearms, which would keep children from firing them.  America the armed; America the afraid, America the land that used to innovate, America where a billionaire boor stands a damn good chance of becoming president.

When I signed in, I was asked if I wanted to ask the Senator a question. I chose not to, but had I, I would have been given a ticket with a number on it, and as numbers were announced, if my number were called, I would have held up my hand, given a microphone, and then talk one-to-one with a US Senator.  That’s pretty cool.  I’ve seen a few important people in my life, but it’s been a long time since I saw a significant public figure.

Merkley gave the first question to a little girl, who asked him something about charter schools.  I didn’t hear the question, which was just as well, because I think we ought to support public education and limit the numbers of people who are homeschooling and using for profit schools that aren’t doing anything better.  I was the son of a public school superintendent who could have put me in a private school named after one of the duPont’s.  A lot of superintendents did that for their children, but Dad enrolled me in one of the public high schools. Had to do with integrity and belief in the system he ran.

I survived—and thrived—in a public school, where I learned about diversity, dated a Jewish girl, and had my first girlfriend the daughter of a single mother.  I never felt special; I worked hard.  The private schools probably had better curricula, but I there were plenty of damn smart students in my school.  We were integrated; back when people thought one black student was integration, a third of our student body was black.  If we set public education up to fail, it will, and America will fail, too.  Our choice.

Anyway, back to Merkley.  He was asked two questions about the LNG pipeline that might go to Coos Bay.  This is a bad idea: a Canadian company wants to build it and use eminent domain, which they can’t do.  The young people, one of whom walked the pipeline’s proposed path, weren’t articulate, but their fervor spoke volumes—clear cuts, carbon footprint, and putting a terminal in a major earthquake zone.

A teacher, retired Air Force, had ideas for gun control in schools and wanted more than a form letter back from the Senator. That one went to a staffer on the spot.  The teacher, like everybody else in the room, was polite. One guy was upset about the Malheur insurgents, saying that it was continuing because it was a bunch of white guys with guns.  If those were black guys with guns or Muslims with guns, he said, I think the response would have been a little different.  Merkley listened and said he was getting updates.  Lot of Oregonians are upset about outside agitators coming in with their camo and their big assault weapons.  I think that’s terrorism and treason, but I stayed quiet.   You got a problem with how federal land is run, you use lawful means.  Merkley added that the ranchers were in jail because of a mandatory sentencing law, and that if one breaks a chair in his office that could lead to a 5 year jail term.  He didn’t think that right.  Maybe he can change it.  It might stop future problems.  Mandatory sentencing for drug problems has helped make incarceration a major US industry.

Somebody with chronic Lyme disease had a question, and the lady in front of me was having trouble with getting Social Security and paying for her expensive insulin.  She gave such a scathing diatribe about the pharmaceutical industry that Mr. Merkley said he couldn’t improve upon it.

Town halls aren’t for discussions of foreign policy.  They are discussions of local and state-wide issues that affect everyday people.  Senators need to hear this, and Merkley was listening.   There isn’t a lot he can do as a member of a minority party.  He has some ideas, but working across the aisle isn’t easy to do these days.  When one side refuses to negotiate, says your arguments are all wrong, and they are right, it’s difficult to govern.

I missed a chance to ask something near and dear to me, but that can wait for maybe Mr. Merkley’s 280th town meeting next year.  Yes, the Senator goes around, along with the senior senator, Ron Wyden, to every county every year.  Next year, I am going to ask Mr. Merkley about mandatory national service.  I may get a couple of boos, but maybe not.  I think every young person should serve America in some non-sectarian way for at least a year and maybe two.  It would do them good.  They might get to see other parts of the country and understand why Mississippi, Carolina, Vermont, Michigan, or Nebraska folks think differently from us up here.

We need infrastructure rebuilt, we need help in the schools, nursing homes, highways, animal shelters, the Parks, which have a several billion dollar maintenance list that isn’t being funded.  We give the young people room and board, a decent stipend, and have them do something as part of service to America.  When their term is up, they may have a job waiting for them, or they may to go back to school, which will be paid for by taxpayers.  There would be a lot less student debt and a lot more people in college who should be and not in college who shouldn’t be. Being told one has to show up at a certain time or place builds character.  I don’t have the idea totally right, but it’s valid and needed.

At a town hall, I would have to say those 9 sentences about as fast as Ralphie  told his parents and Santa that he wanted an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle.  The Senator is busy.

But wow, to stand up at a town meeting and ask a senator what you think the country ought to do.  Why, that’s downright American.

OUTSIDE AGITATORS

January 5, 2016

In my youth, I took part in peace rallies, working for Eugene McCarthy in 1968 as part of the “clean for Gene” group.  I was called an “outside agitator” and worse by those who disagreed with my beliefs.  Indeed, back then, “Law and Order” and “outside agitators” were almost always right wing pronouncements.

The recent takeover of an unoccupied building at Malheur National Wildlife Refuge by armed men, from outside Oregon, protesting the jailing of two ranchers, is at the moment at a divide between a non-issue that went away quietly or a major conflict that will be remembered for decades.  Two things are immediately clear.  These are outside agitators and they broke several laws.

The facts are not yet clear, and I may be in error, unlike my detractors, who know everything with complete certainty.  The spark was the jailing (insufficient time) of a rancher and his son, who about a decade ago set fire to about 150 acres to remove invasive plants so that they could graze their cattle—on federal land—where they held a grazing lease.  Apparently one of the fires was set to cover up deer poaching.  The law requires a minimal sentence, much like drug use.  The lack of all the facts has not stopped people on social media from opining about government takeover of land, need to privatize all land, and let “the people” (at least of their political persuasion, not mine) run things. The ranchers themselves voluntarily reported to jail and did not want publicity, according to their lawyer.  That didn’t stop the mob from singing “Amazing Grace” in front of their house, proving Obama’s famous comment about America’s Red Crescent “Their guns and their religion,” which while a political faux pas, was and is dead right. Nevertheless, the insurgents felt this was unfair and occupied a building on the Refuge. Cliven Bundy’s son (Bundy had a standoff against the Feds 2 years ago about failure to pay $1 million in grazing fees.  For fear of bloodshed, the Feds backed down) said they were prepared to stay there for “years.”  .

I’ve been to nearby Burns, Oregon, and I can’t imagine staying for years in Malheur.  Obviously, somebody is supporting these people, since most of us have to make money to take time off, especially to destroy the federal government.  Maybe the money came from the million Bundy’s dad saved on not paying grazing fees for putting his cattle on my land.  Yes, my land.  And that is what I am concerned about.  We lease federal lands so that ranchers can run cattle on it.  Then if anything happens to the cattle, like predation, they want compensation from we the people.  Twenty-five years ago, in Arizona, one of these ranchers trapped and killed bears that were allegedly killing his cattle on federal land.  My wife and I became vegetarian on the spot.  Still are.

Mind you, the ranchers in the Malpai Borderlands Group work well with The Nature Conservancy, and their joint efforts should serve as a model, not Bundy’s Tea Party-no negotiation group, which doesn’t work, because saying no and not yielding one point doesn’t work in a pluralistic society.

More than half the land in America’s West is federally owned, and since I am part of the government, it is partly my land, too.  There is a lot of resentment of land being “locked up” as wilderness when it can be logged, mined, snowmobiled, hunted, jet skied, regular skied, or otherwise used to make money.  People use public lands—my land as much as theirs—to make money, often off people like me.

The idea that we “lock this land up,” is false, but like so much of what my detractors say, it is a catch phrase, to be repeated often enough so it is treated as fact.  We hold this land in reserve for those whose lives have yet to begin.  We hold it in reserve so we will still have it.  Should we auction it all off to the highest bidder, who knows where it will go?  I do know what happens when nearly all the land is privatized.  It’s called Texas, where 2% of the land is federally owned.

When I saw the Hill Country, I was dismayed at all the fencing.  The restrictions aren’t just a Texan issue, however. Here in Oregon, a rancher sold a huge ranch to a Chicago man, who closed all the trails that were once accessible to the public.  That would be you and me.  Lack of access to places that we used to go to are the first result of privatization of public lands.  Those are the people who are locking land away, not the feds.  Privatize the land, and those with money get it. So, unless one is a millionaire, few will get land, certainly not the guy who can barely pay his mortgage, take care of his kids, pay for his F-350 and the ammo he uses. I wonder why that guy hasn’t yet figured out that the Republican party is using him.

Last century, the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness came close to being privatized.  It would have allowed resorts, dammed waterfalls, logged everything, and one of the great wildernesses in this country—the most visited today—would have been lost.  If we privatize the Grand Canyon, uranium mining will occur, and people will no longer have the experience of total quiet, miles from the nearest person, in a civilization where such quiet is a rarity.  I’ve experienced these wonders and want others to do so as well.

If we privatize Malheur, that will be the end of a special place for wildlife.  Oh, cattle ranchers—some, anyway—will make more money, although not much, because grazing fees are dirt cheap to begin with.  Tell me, Mr. Bundy, what happens when an ORV or a snowmobile cuts a fence containing somebody’s cattle?  Who is going to adjudicate?  If they think that won’t happen, they are too dumb to own a firearm.  They may feel that progressives like me don’t have a right to visit some of these places.  What about future generations?  Do we get booted out of the country?  Is that what America is about?

Answer:  I think so.  The Far Right has money and buys and cheats its way to power.  We are headed for an oligarchy like Russia, with the same results.

I want Malheur under a total, quiet siege.  Keep the media in Burns.  The less coverage, the less these guys can strut on national news. No power, no water, no food, no utilities, no medical care.  Nothing. If one wishes to give up his weapon and leave, he may do so.  He may be subject to a misdemeanor, but I just want him gone.  Nothing else should be allowed in or out, until everybody leaves.  These guys are terrorists, using terror— numbers and their weapons—to take over federal land and push for overthrow of the government.  That is terrorism, regardless of where they come from Algeria or Austin, Libya or Lubbock, Medina or Missoula, Baghdad or Boise, Yemen or Yreka.

Hopefully, this will not be another Waco, which spawned Oklahoma City, just like the Iraq War ultimately helped spawn ISIS. If people bombed your innocent family, killing all of them, might you consider terrorism as a reasonable response?  The “$1.7 billion” war, “Shock and Awe,” and “Mission Accomplished” have finally came home to roost.

It’s time to stand up to right wing terrorism and keep public land public. The government is not a nebulous entity.  It is we.

Finally, language matters.  This is not a militia.  This is terrorism.

HIKING THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM

January 4, 2016

The Obsidians are a hiking club in Eugene sponsoring hikes, climbs, bike trips, snowshoe and cross-country trips, bus trips to distant parks, a summer camp with a week of day hikes and catered meals, and … in town hikes.

I took my first hike with the club about a month after I arrived, after 3 hikes qualifying for membership.  One of the officers wanted me to lead hikes right away, but I insisted I had to know a trail before I organized and took people to an area.  Three months after a summer of exploring  the central Cascade foothills, scores of hikes, I led my first one.

My twenty-eighth hike as a leader wasn’t to Collier Cone, Obsidian Loop, Larison Rock, or Browder Ridge.  It was a hike in town, walking the one to one billion scale model of the solar system.  I got the idea one day while strolling through Alton Baker Park, where the Sun, a 4 foot high model, stood.  Why not do a 7.5 mile hike through the scale model of the solar system?

And so, on a chilly New Years’ Eve Day morning, a dozen people who had signed up for the hike and I began our walk near the duck ponds at the western edge of the park, near the Willamette River.  I had reviewed the facts about the planets: size, day length, orbital period, presence/absence of a magnetic field, temperature, but when I reached the Mars post, the first stop, I put the notes away. I wasn’t sure what I would do, but I wasn’t going to recite facts.

We began at Mars, not Mercury, because the post was nearest where we parked, I wanted to have the hike move in more or less a straight line, and we were parked closest to Mars.

I quickly realized I was at a daylight star party, except the stars were planets, and I didn’t have a telescope.  Everything else was the same.  I was teaching to several interested adults near me.  Earth-Moon was second on the walk, and I discussed the size of the Earth, far smaller than a marble at this scale, and its 150 meter or nearly 500 foot distance from the Sun.  I showed the vast emptiness of the solar system, how far we were from Mars, and how little was in our neighborhood.

Mercury has the day where the Sun rises, gets high in the sky and then sets.  Really must be something to see.  I mentioned while many thought Mercury was difficult to see, there are times it is easy.  Indeed, I saw it from downtown Chicago one night years ago.

I remembered  that Venus has no magnetic field but instead spoke of the resonance between 5 passages of Venus by Earth, 584 days apart, and how that time is almost exactly 8 Earth years.  I told them of the transits of Venus I observed in 2004 and 2012.  I said transits were so rare that in 2012 the grandchildren of a newborn baby, whose mother held him up to the eyepiece, might see the next one if they lived long enough.

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Transit of Venus, 5 June 2012

When we reached the yellow large ball that marked the Sun, I spoke of how the Sun generated heat through nuclear fusion, producing prodigious amounts of helium every second from fusing hydrogen, yet would still exist for many more billions of years. I talked about fusion of helium into other elements, all the way to iron, in larger stars, where fusion no longer gave off energy, and the star had a problem, because gravity pulling in and heat expanding no longer balanced each other.  The resulting collapse formed all the other elements; the presence of iron in our blood, magnesium in chlorophyll, silicon on the sand we walk on were all parts of nuclear fusion from a star that existed prior to our Sun.

We next crossed the Willamette and walked on the South Bank trail.  Shortly, we reached Jupiter, and I talked about the Galilean Moons, how I once saw them covered by the waning crescent Moon, reappearing one by one as the Moon slowly moved.  I told them about the dark spots caused by the collision of Shoemaker-Levy comet on Jupiter in 1994, and a time I saw Jupiter in daylight.  I forgot to mention the special night I saw Jupiter, a meteor and lightning flash all at the same time, 25 years ago.  When one observes the night sky, there are many such surprising gifts.

Saturn was a little more than a half mile further away. I mentioned the rings, how they could open up part way, viewed from Earth, but could also be edge-on.  I was asked if we could see the rings from directly over Saturn.  Sadly, we cannot.  Twenty years ago, I showed people Saturn with edge-on rings at a non-astronomy conference I attended at Palm Desert, California.  I spent three nights in a parking lot with my telescope, each night having more and more people, until the final night I had a steady line of 40 waiting patiently.  I don’t remember what I learned at the conference, but I never forgot the nights outside.  I suspect many of those who looked through the eyepiece felt the same way.

I also talked about the 28 Sagittarius-Saturn occultation in July 1989, when Saturn passed in front of the star, which appeared to move through the ringlets, only 20 meters wide, but each band clearly discernible as I watched Saturn move—yes, I saw it move—until the star was between Saturn and the innermost ring, a truly once in a lifetime sighting.  I was in my element now.  The temperature had risen, I was not lecturing but rather discussing how the planets affected my life, my observing, and were part of me.

Uranus rolls around the Sun, its axis directly pointing at the star.  I wore a button in 1986, 30 years ago, commemorating the arrival of Voyager 2 at the planet.  Voyager 2 took the Grand Tour, money well spent, NASA arguably at its best, as the craft used the planets as a slingshot, a close fly-by of Jupiter, using Jupiter’s gravity to go to Saturn, using another gravity assist to go to Uranus. I remember the ice rilles on Miranda, one of the moons, and the gas clouds of Uranus itself.

A mile later, we reached Neptune, 2.8 miles from the Sun, its 165 year orbit meaning it moved only 2 feet a day at this scale.  My memory was Neptune All Night, the show on a late August evening in 1989, when I observed Neptune while listening to the discussion of what was being sent back by the spacecraft.  Neptune had a big dark spot and rings.  I also remember the high winds reported on Neptune, the geysers on Triton, completely unexpected, the way all the visits to all the planets revealed the unexpected.

My hike through the solar system was not at all what I expected.  I hope to repeat it annually.