February 1st, 2015 · 8 Comments
It’s Super Bowl Sunday. This afternoon will probably a good time to go shopping, since I imagine stores will be pretty empty. I suppose we’ll try to tune in late in the game to get a flavor of things.
Meanwhile, lots of groups have rushed to judgement and have called on Gov. Ige to withdraw his nomination of Carleton Ching to head the Department of Land and Natural Resources and the state land board, citing his past work as a lobbyist for development interests.
To some extent I agree. As my Quaker friends might say, “that’s not a name that would have occurred to me.”
But I don’t know Carleton Ching, so I would like to know more about the reasons behind this nomination instead of assuming the worst and rejecting the nomination out of hand. Why did the governor select him for this post. What qualities does the governor see Ching bringing to the job? The big problem right now, it seems to me, is that we don’t know.
Why go to war with governor without full knowledge of his thinking on this? That doesn’t seem like the most fruitful course of action at the beginning of his first four years in office.
I’m actually a believer in social roles and the way they shape both thinking and behavior. Take a developer’s lobbyist out of that position and assign him the task of managing the state’s lands and its natural resources, and he may very well throw himself into the job with enthusiasm and effectiveness.
And what about other skills? Management skills? Ability to control a large bureaucracy? Those are important. Does he have such experience? I don’t know, and would like to know.
So I’m not rushing to the barricades at this point. But I’m most curious to hear what’s said in favor of his confirmation, and at that point to try to judge what it means about Governor Ige’s leanings in this important part of state policy.
Tags: environment · Planning · Politics
January 31st, 2015 · 7 Comments
Just saying…we’re really going to miss this B&W cat.
Tags: Cats · Photographs
January 31st, 2015 · 1 Comment
Another item from my dad’s papers.
It’s a menu from Jenkin’s Indian Shop, a sandwich shop in Long Beach, California, back in the early 1930s. The shop was located at 4925 East 2nd Street.
I opened the menu for this photo. On the right, the front and back of the menu cover. On the left, the price list.
I’m guessing the menu was from 1931 or 1932, as my dad was finishing high school. He and his friends signed it. He signed with a simple “J Lind”. Next to his signature is Bill Wagner. Bill and my dad kept in touch their whole lives. When my dad was in the nursing home, he immediately identified Bill Wagner in a photo of his high school class. I can make out Dewitt Payne, Perry Black, Al Johnson, Bob Place, and a few other names that I can’t quite decipher.
Prices ranged from 20 cents for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and up to 35 cents for a tuna pimento cheese double decker. That must have been an interesting sandwich!
The choice of drinks was very limited. Coffee, tea, milk, hot chocolate. But then there were the Thirst Quenchers, from mint limeaid to Old Bohemian Brew and White Rock, the latter the only one over a quarter.
And heed the warning: “No table service less than 10 cents.”
The building is now the site of both a Jamba Juice and The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf store, according to my quick search via Google Maps street view.
Click to see a larger version.
Tags: History · John Lind Collection
January 30th, 2015 · 2 Comments
Somehow I forgot to note yesterday’s significance. It was the second anniversary of my mother’s death.
Over time, we’ve realized many things that we should have asked about. Other things that we should have paid more attention to when she told us about them. Long life, lots of experience and knowledge to share. Take advantage of it while you can.
Meanwhile, I’m still discovering surprises and mysteries, like these hand-penned poems from a very long ago time. These were among some of the last of my mom’s papers that I was able to find. But they are a mystery.
I don’t think that’s her handwriting, although I’ll have to get my sister’s opinion. My dad’s hand? Possibly, although I would be shocked if he had talent as a poet, even as a young man. Did she have a once-upon-a-time poet boyfriend? Girlfriend? Whatever their origin, these were important enough to her that she hung onto them through her nearly 99 years of life. Another little mystery to treasure as I reassemble my understanding of both my parents.
The two poems at the bottom are on paper that is worn soft and thin, almost worn out on the folds. It feels like it was handled a lot at one time, although the ink remains clear.
Click for a larger view so that you can read the poems. They are actually pretty good. I tried an online search to see if they were copied from a published work, but came up blank. Your results may differ.
January 30th, 2015 · 5 Comments
It’s a sad end of a sad week. Ms. Harry, also known as Harriet, has been going downhill fast. We’re pretty close to the end. She is barely eating anything at all. I’m lucky to get her to lick baby food off my finger. One finger, maybe two. Then she turns her head away. I’ve kept her going on NutriCal, a high calorie supplement, which she has been willing to lick.
She’s uncomfortable, but doesn’t seem to be in pain. She communicates her discomfort by trying to knock things over, pawing whatever is nearby. A newspaper. A wine bottle. A book. A head of garlic on the counter. A coffee cup. A plate. A small bowl of food placed where she’s sitting to tempt her into a taste. It’s very frustrating for us, since we constantly have to react by racing across the room to rescue whatever has gotten her attention. I want to shout at her, “No! Stop that!” But I don’t, because shortly I’ll be wishing that she were still here to act up and bother us.
Ms. Harry seems to spend too much time sitting up and staring into the distance, but she can still curl up and fall into a peaceful sleep. We’re thankful for that.
She knows. We know. It’s very sad, but we are trying to chant through the many great moments of her long 15 years of life. She’s survived the other three kittens in her litter by several years. Now it’s time. We have an appointment mid-day on Saturday with Ann Sakamoto, our main vet at VCA in Kaneohe, a final consultation, perhaps. Miracles happen, but not often. And I don’t think this is one of those times.
Meanwhile, I pressed my iPhone into duty for this week’s Feline Friday. All of today’s photos were taken with the phone. It’s a different point of view.
–> See all of today’s Friday Feline fotos.
Tags: Cats · Photographs