Galapagos Cruise, The First Day

After spending a rainy day in Quito, we spent four nights in the Galapagos. These islands, made famous by Charles Darwin who spent five weeks of a five year cruise collecting specimins here in 1835. There are ten major islands, and we visited four islands: St. Cristobal where we our flight from Quito landed, Espanola, Floreana and Santa Cruz before flying to Quito from Bitra.

The ship we were on is the Galapagos Legend, a former hospital ship in Viet Nam that is in perfect shape and size. My first USN ship, the Greenwich Bay, was about the same size, so I was very much at home. From St. Cristobal we sailed south to Espanola, the oldest at 3.6 million years of the islands. (the youngest Isabela and Fernandina are 600,000 years old.) They are all volcanic like Hawaii.

We took inflatables to shore and made a wet entry into the surf. We encountered a cluster of sea lions and Alejandro Villa, my group’s naturalist guide, explained the family structure which has as many as thirty females and one alpha male. Alejandro describes the alpha’s challenge which is to keep intruders at bay. He fought off one, lots of barking, wrestling, and biting, and the intruder retreated. Then another one showed up, emerging from the sea. The alpha then ran after him and he retreated into the sea. Both emerged some minutes later, the alpha near shore, the pretender well out to sea.

As this played out, the former intruder started rolling in the sand towards the females. Alejandro said he was pretending to be female, and when he got to the female scrum, he started muzzling them, but no one paid attention. One wonders why!!

This drama is played out on beaches around the world every day, but here it was particularly poignant.

We then walked the beach and then went snorkeling, but the water was murky and the current very strong; then we went to lunch.

Lunch on the Legend was very pleasent. Fruit, fish, vegetables, great salads, and then time off.

In the afternoon we moved around the island and started with a dry landing on a pier. We then started a hike over a mile or two of volcanic boulders, of various sizes, some split and angular, some sharp edged. There was no smblance of a trial other than some stakes painted white stuck between bolders. The first stop was to watch young sea lions frolic in the shallows, then we marched to find albatrosses in their nursery. It was late in the season, but we did find a few and they are wonderful, large, majestic birds. They breed near a cliff so that they can launch their flight from the cliff. They then spend six years at sea feeding on krill before returning home to breed. It seems they can sleep while flying by turning off half their brain. I find that interesting and wonder who did that research!! We then progressed to a field where the flora was low growing succulents in pastel colors, cherry red, yellow, purple, It looked like a Scottish hill side. We then found a group of nesting Blue Footed Boobies. And they are blue footed and appear to be boobies. They are interesting birds, and they paid no atttention to us. We then scampered up a incline over lava ridges. Then back to the boat on fairly level ground. The hike ended and we boated back to the Legend. Espanola was a terrrific first day in the Galapagos.
Several of us were discussing the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner and the poor sailor with an albatross around his neck, of course, killing that bird should have had some consequence. Tomorrow, Floreanna.

Rainy Quito From The Hilton

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Quito is at 9000 feet attitude and it does rain. Took a tour this morning and discovered the Iglesia de la Compania de Jesus, the most beautiful and opulent church I’ve ever seen. (YouTube church name)
Magnificent paintings and sculpture, the latter covered in gold leaf extracted from the hills around here. The church was built over a 160 year period ending in 1765.
This is a cathedral covered in gold!!! The 17th century was very good in some contexts. Of course, no photos there as flash may dim the gold. 
More later, but I do love traveling in Latin America.

Rainy Quito From The Hilton

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Quito is at 9000 feet attitude and it does rain. Took a tour this morning and discovered the Iglesia de la Compania de Jesus, the most beautiful and opulent church I’ve ever seen. (YouTube here
Magnificent paintings and sculpture, the latter covered in gold leaf extracted from the hills around here. The church was built over a 160 year period ending in 1765.
This is a cathedral covered in gold!!! The 17th century was very good in some contexts. Of course, no photos there as flash may dim the gold. 
More later, but I do love traveling in Latin America.

Thank God the South Didn’t Win the Civil War

In 1948, or so the legend has it, the Major League Baseball Winter meetings were held in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This was because there were two minor league teams in the community, the Millers in Minneapolis, and the Saints, in St. Paul. The headquarters was the original Radisson Hotel on 7th Street near Hennepin Avenue.

The meeting took place in early December and attracted executives from Major League and Minor League teams who were accompanied by sports writers and other reporters.   As occurs in Minneapolis at that time of the year, a polar vortex did what polar vortexes do, that is dump sub=zero weather on the city. With the morning air a brisk -20, a writer from Georgia stepped out of the hotel onto 7th Street, and, as he gasped for breath after inhaling the arctic blast, was heard to exclaim, “Thank God the South didn’t win the Civil War or we might of had to occupy this place.”  

I heard this story from a fellow who claimed to be right there. 

Who was Fahrenheit and What Did He Do?

With this sudden blast of arctic air over the midwest, I was wondering who this fellow Fahreheit was and what he did.

Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit (1686-1736) was a noted member of the Royal Society as a scientist and builder of scientific instruments. In 1714, he used his glass blowing skills to make a thermometer using meercury to register temperature changes. Prior to this, alcohol was used with a noted lack of accuracy and no agreed upon scale, like 60 for boiling and 7.5 for freezing, or whatever.

Fahrenheit established a scale by first submersing his thermometer in a slurry of salt, ice and water. The temperature of this super cold mixture was set as 0 degrees.  He then observed the point at which a thin film of ice formed on water and set that as +32 degrees and added 180 degrees to that for the observed boiling point of water or +212 degrees.  It still isn’t crystal clear, but that’s what he did. 

Fahrenheit had suggested that the human body would be 100 degrees, but that just missed at +98.6 degrees. 

Now, let us wonder at why he couldn’t just set Zero as the freezing point of water and use any number for the boiling point, and  this Celsius stuff wouldn’t have arisen. I still can’t tell if it is hot or cold in Toronto, although I was told that -40 is the same on both scales.

“Marijuana Use Dulls The Mind,” Opinion from the StarTribune

This morning’s Minneapolis Star Tribune has an opinion letter from Dan DeWitt, a writer for the Tampa Bay Times, that says “Marijuana Use Dulls the Mind.” A link appears Here. In his article, he refers to a 2008 article by Washington Post writer Neil Howe who referred to the “Dumbest Generation,” (A book title) that attributes low SAT test scores to cell phone use, high divorce rates, and etc. DeWitt says the cause is “one activity in which my age group achieved historically high marks-marijuana use.” He goes on to describe the rampant use of pot among his age group during that period.

When I read this opinion piece, I remembered a woman who was a patient at a drug rehab center in 1976. Where most of the patients were there for alcohol, she was there for marijuana. There was then a notion that marijuana was a non-addictive, non-gateway drug that was less harmful than alcohol and tobacco. So what was this woman doing in a rehab center for use of such a product. Her story was very interesting.

She told me that mariijuana created a dependence in her that controled her life. That her daily use kept her in a perpetual somnolent state and that she had lost a job over “diminished performance.” She said she pretty much acted normally, was never arrested, had no physical signs of abuse, but she said she had no relationships that were real and that she couldn’t do her job. Marijuana was supposed to have no effect on work and relationships so I asked what the problem was. She said, “I’m an English professor and poet.  I can’t write poetry anymore.” I asked if that was due to pot, she said,” I didn’t think so until a math colleague told me that he was losing his ability to do complex math and he attributed it to his pot use.  I think the same parts of the brain are involved.” She came to treatment because she wanted to get off pot that she said was more subtle and destructive than booze.

As it turned out, she was right and she learned that pot had long term effects that were destructive of long term activities. It was like running a file over the edge of a sharp knife; the knife may still cut, but not well. She could still write, but not well, as her math colleague could still do math, but not well. That may be why DeWitt says that pot use is the cause of low SAT scores for his generation. The SAT tests English and Math.  The long term effects of pot may come from the fact it is stored in body fat, some say in the nerve’s myelin sheath.

We are now seeing a surge in legalization of this dangerous substance.  In wondering why this is, we need only look at the politicians favorite substance, a drug for the people. This was Margaret Mead’s (a famous anthropologist) request that “government develop a drug to allow people to deal with the traumas of modern life and legalize marijuana.”  She said this in 1969, or so, however, dealing with the traumas of modern life is what propels us forward and improves modern life. It is the search for cures, solutions and improvements that solves society’s problems. By legalizing marijuana, we may be giving the “opiate for the people,” (Karl Marx said this in reference to religion.)  that politicians have sought for some time. How can you vote against your drug dealer? Just think about this when the issue of legalizing pot comes up in your state. 

Marijuana dulls the brain as that woman and her math colleague learned so long ago.  It may be that is what we are seeking or our political leaders are seeking for us. It is easy to control a stoned society, but a stoned society does not cure its ills, solve its problems or improve its situation. Think about it.

Anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation

New Years Day 1863 was the day the Emancipation Proclamation was issued. It took a lot of political courage to do this, and Lincoln was not supported well in the North. Read comment here.
Lincoln and Washington were our greatest presidents for the wisdom, courage and leadership they gave the nation.

The New Jim Crow: Updated with Keon Mangun’s Sentence

This is a reblog of an earlier post entitled “The New Jim Crow.” This update is to inform the reader that Keon Mangun, who sold heroin to dealers who then gave it to a woman 100 miles away was sentenced to 134 months in prison while those who gave the dead woman the drugs got 1 year. Of course, Mangun is black and the other dealers white. I am arguing for balance in the sentences and not leniency for anyone who contributed to this death. The imbalance is the New Jim Crow and this post and the book, authored by Michelle Alexander, is well worth a read.

https://clarkgriffithblog.wordpress.com/2013/11/16/the-new-jim-crow/

Dinner New Years Eve

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This if the wonderful dinner on New Year’s Eve. Lobster, steamed broccoli with brown rice with peas. Chocolate for dessert!!!
Happy New Year.

New Years Thoughts; A Big Welcome to 2014

Friends, There are 10 hours of 2013 left here in Minnesota and 2014 dawns soon. After tumultuous times, I have discovered the great wisdom in the statement “When a window is closed, a door opens,” and “If it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger,” (That Nietzsche fellow had a way with words.)  The door that is opening in 2014 promises to be very rewarding.

The benefits are numerous. In mid 2012,  I decided that Sima and I needed to play more tennis. I found the Reed Sweatt Family Tennis Center in Minneapolis, a year round facility and we now play intensely in a league. We are actually getting better. Tennis is a superb conditioning activity so I don’t need the very boring (and expensive) gym. Pushups are the perfect exercise. We are playing in mixed doubles tournaments and leagues and loving it and, as I said, we are getting better.

In business, I am now pursuing pure business activities. I had a situation where I led a client to a team for the fourth time, and he couldn’t close, for the fourth time. I decided that was not what I wanted to do, so I stopped doing it. Now, partners and I are pursuing financial, sports equipment, league operation changes, arena/stadium operation improvements and related stuff. This is fun!!! The partners, curiously, found me, so I think the karma is right.

It is still hard to believe that it is 2014. My daughters, born in 1989 and 1992, are bemused by the fact I can speak of stuff that I saw in the 1940’s. That is until I figured out that my daughter Caroline, 21, has the same relationship with FDR that I had with James Garfield, who was shot in 1881. That was 24 presidents ago. (This is heading towards a celebration of age.) I think being older has great benefits, (not in tennis, by the way) but in the way you consider life and the obstacles that arise. Age teaches that you keep your head about you and the skies clear; the new dawn of 2014 smiles on all of us.

I am please to inform you that they, Sima, Clark III, Natalie and Caroline, are all smarter than I am, but that age allows me to continue to fool them from time to time. Some reference to the Korean War or the Truman administration, or some reference to how the South came within a few hours of winning the Civil War in 1862, usually is sufficient, or they are just being kind. Now that I think about it, that must be the case.

So, tomorrow starts 2014 and I can’t wait. Tonight, I will set the clocks ahead to Atlantic time and go to bed early. Sima and I will celebrate the evening with a lobster dinner. By the way, I made the mistake of allowing her to learn that I was a very good cook. I got that way by being my mother’s sou chef  (A sou chef actually has some authority; I had none, but I like the sound of it!) for years. (How many 12 year old boys do you know can make a meringue by hand?) So I now am the chef. As daughter Natalie told me Christmas eve, “Make dinner!!” so I produced a rack of lamb, broccoli and sweet potato fries in 25 minutes. I actually enjoy that especially now that the rule, “If you make it, you don’t clean up” which has been in force for some years and used against me for decades, is now my favorite rule. Bon Appetit!

So as I ramble through the last hours of 2013, wondering how it became 2014 so fast, and how far that is from where I started, I am blessed to be making this journey with wonderful people, and I thank God for that.