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  • Poet and freelance writer Ed Barna has been a Rutland Herald correspondent for 24 years. An Otter Valley Union High School 1966 graduate and 1970 Harvard College graduate, he lives in Middlebury, where he was born, with his wife Irene.
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October 31, 2007

HEATING WITH WOOD CAN SAVE MONEY, BUT...

Something different this time. As you may know, the Rutland Herald has several associated publications, among them the Rutland Business Journal, for which I also write. Recently, I got three articles in too late for the publication schedule, so they won't run with the upcoming holiday special. But I want the businesses I talked with to get some exposure, with the permission of my editors, I'm publishing the three pieces on this blog (this is the third and last). SHOP LOCAL!

BUYING A WOOD STOVE OR FIREWOOD CAN BE
TRICKY, BUT CAN SAVE ON HEATING COSTS

You don’t have to go through complicated calculations to know whether heating with wood could save you money, because the Vermont Department of Public Service has already done that job.
At www.publicservice.vermont.gov/pub/fuel-price-report, the September prediction for the average cost of fuels from October through March put wood heat (logs and chunks) lowest in cost, at $13.64 per million BTU’s (buying a ton of green wood and letting it dry before using it). Wood pellets, which until a few years ago were only available to large-scale buyers, took second place for cost-conscious homeowners, at $19.59 per million BTU’s, followed closely at $19.79 by coal (which is arguably nature’s pelletized wood).
Rounding out the September list were natural gas at $21.38, fuel oil at $23.19, kerosene at $26.25, propane at $32.16, and electricity at $39.01. Of course these calculations do not include the value of time saved and spent doing something productive, the value of safety, or the value of peace of mind (if you have a home generator, for example, propane can run it as well as the furnace).
But since people who work in Vermont’s forests are responding to high oil prices by oiling up their chainsaws and trucks, we’ll concentrate here on some considerations for buying stoves and wood. Keep in mind that the sources cited are examples, not suggestions. The old advice “caveat emptor” (Roman for “you better shop around”) still applies.
The first decision in heating with wood is whether to go with regular firewood or pellets. For some people, step one should be a trip to the local bookstore or library, because even those who don’t expect to repair their own equipment can benefit from a certain amount of scientific knowledge.
The availability of fuel shouldn’t be a consideration in choosing which wood heat road to travel. The Green Mountain State has many firewood dealers thanks to its forests and forest products industry; and pellets are now a sideline at many hardware and home improvement stores (Garland’s Agway and Home Depot, for instance, sell them).
Shortly we’ll look closer at some firewood sources. But let’s start with the stove-sellers.
Rutland County is fortunate in having several well-established wood heating appliance stores, as well as hardware stores and used equipment dealers who carry stoves for the most part suitable for less intensive uses. Starting with one close to the Rutland highway crossroads, Country Stoves on Woodstock Avenue has kept its fires burning for nearly 30 years.
That was the word from owner Alan Currier, who carries both stove types. For conventional wood heat, he emphasizes the Vermont Castings and Pacific Energy stoves, while recommending the Vista Flame for pellets.
As the name “Vista Flame” implies, there’s a glass panel through which the fire can be watched. “All stoves today have glass,” Currier said—something customers have found more satisfactory all around than an open fireplace, which can lose as much heat up the chimney as it produces.
One minor satisfaction in buying a woodstove is that American manufacturers are making top-quality, state-of-the-art products. At the Stove Depot in Clarendon, owner Center Merrill prefers two brands emanating from Pennsylvania--Harman and Morso—and he has both chunk- and pellet-burners.
These employ the “reburn system,” Merrill said. That is, the gases the initial burning produces are passed over hot coals and given another chance to burn before leaving the stove.
The Public Service Department’s calculations used efficiency figures for all the heating modalities, 60 percent in the case of firewood and 80 percent for pellets. Merrill said his reburn units have been shown to gain 67-68 percent efficiency, and he believes that with ideal dry wood, the figure would be more like 75 percent.
At the Hearth & Cricket Stove Shop in East Wallingford, owner Daryle Thomas said the Quadra-Fire stoves he obtains from Washington State have for 20 years topped the list of the cleanest-burning woodstoves. The “Quadra” in the name refers to a design that circulates air through four distinct burning zones, utilizing the fuel so efficiently that it would be nonsense to add a catalytic converter (they used to be available to add to stove exhaust pipes, too).
Yes, he has pellet stoves, too, Thomas said. Though they might seem new to some people, “pellets have been used for about 18 years or so.”
You need to have a well-designed system, Thomas said, which to his mind includes a double-walled stainless steel chimney (he likes Metalbestos) running up through the interior of the house. He shakes his head when he sees concrete or stone or brick chimneys going up on the outside of houses, because they will take so long to heat up that creosote will form every time someone starts a fire.
And regardless of what anyone tells you, “you can’t burn green wood,” he said. You can use a lot of the wood’s energy boiling off the water in the wood, then you are burning dry wood.
That’s the sort of awareness a homeowner needs to heat with wood, Thomas said. And it can be hard work stacking and storing and carrying it, and sometimes there are messes to clean up.
But if you can handle all that, he said, “it’s remarkable how low-cost wood is.”
Long-time wood users may be reading that and thinking, “Where’s he been? Wood can cost five times what it did 20 years ago.” But lots of things cost more, and firewood can still be a good buy—if you know what you are doing.
Like buying hay or horses, buying firewood can be tricky. It comes by the cord, but a cord is officially a pile of four-foot logs four feet high and eight feet long—and firewood comes cup up or, for those who like chainsawing and splitting, in log lengths. A “face cord” is more like a third of a chord—it’s four by eight of pieces shorter than four feet—and “seasoned” wood could be very green if not split or if from the bottom of a heap. White birch and oak and both “hardwood,” but oak has far more heating value because it’s denser.
Thomas’s advice was simple: buy from a dealer who has been in the business for a while.
There’s one more big choice to make: between Colton Enterprises kiln-dried wood and other wood. Ray Colton, who said he’d “been at it for 25 years,” runs a business in Pittsfield that produces about 8,000 cords a year.
About 6,000 cords of that spends time in a building heated with miscellaneous bits of wood on hand, and when it emerges, it’s DRY. Wood is “hygroscopic”—it attracts water—so wood stored outside dries to about 20 percent water, even under cover (says The Encyclopedia of Wood Heat). Colton Wood does better than that.
Cheap, it isn’t. Locally, Colton sells it for about $220 a cord, but has to tack on transportation costs for trucking it elsewhere ($265 for Rutland). Seasoned is $190 locally, and green $160, both cut and split.
But the kiln-dried wood is in demand, and three Colton trucks go “about everywhere in Vermont.” And out of state: nearly 70 percent of the wood goes to dealers who serve the Boston market, and in turn charge $450 a cord “bare minimum,” he said.
Colton Enterprises has put together some interesting infrastructure for handling wood, such as a carbide circular saw blade that can cut 1,500 cords before it needs sharpening, and a two-acre paved area on which “seasoned” wood is put to dry. But like all the wood sources contacted, they buy mostly from loggers, who have crooked or too-small or wrong-species wood that lumber mills won’t buy. Logging is dirty, dangerous, heavy duty work, and anyone who heats with wood should think of those men in the hills and thank them.
The Mendon-based Killington Firewood Service has been around since 1977, slowly expanding to serve customers within about 20 miles, said Lane Wilbur. He said a big part of their success has been extra steps to keep people happy.
If someone orders 16-inch wood, they toss out the short pieces and any that won’t stack well, he said. The wood is kept in four by four by four piles, but they add another six inches on top to make sure the customer gets a real cord. Sometimes suppliers bring in loads with a high percentage of less desirable wood, and to make sure no one gets a delivery in which weaker species predominate, they mix the logs so everyone gets the same mix.
Killington Firewood Service sells green and seasoned wood for $185 a cord, and dry wood for $220, Wilbur said. “I haven’t had anyone complain” in all their years of deliveries, he said.
Mendon is also the home base for B & B Firewood. Larry Bridge said they’ve been doing firewood for “going on 15 years,” selling to Pittsfield, Killington, Rutland, West Rutland, Clarendon, Shrewsbury, and of course locally.
They have three delivery trucks, two of which can bring two cords and one that hauls one cord, Bridge said. They sell cut and split, green or dry, usually mixed hardwoods that loggers bring off the hills.
Yet a third Mendon source is Johnny LaPlante, who “just started two years ago.” He sells firewood that’s been seasoned a year, cut to a customer’s preferred length (12 to 24 inches), and is all split--when he isn’t busy with his Morgan horses.
In addition to getting loggers’ tops and rejects, LaPlante has identified another reason why there’s a lot of firewood available: the big windstorm last spring. “I’ve never seen so many trees down in my life,” he said.
Hubbardton has Don Hanson, who said he owns 76 acres there and probably has 15 cords of firewood to cut up and sell. Most of the wood he has processed is 16-18 inches long, and he can sell it split if people want.
“There’s nothing beats wood heat,” Hanson said.
That’s a very partial list. Consult the classified ads to find others, or ask a neighbor who heats with wood. If you live near a lumber mill, ask if they sell “slabs,” the rounded parts of logs that can’t become lumber. Remember what Vermont author Don Mitchell once said: when God farmed Vermont, he raised trees, and given the slightest chance, He goes back to doing it again.

HOLIDAY ITEMS MADE LOCALLY AS WELL

Something different this time. As you may know, the Rutland Herald has several associated publications, among them the Rutland Business Journal, for which I also write. Recently, I got three articles in too late for the publication schedule, so they won't run with the upcoming holiday special. But I want the businesses I talked with to get some exposure, with the permission of my editors, I'm publishing the three pieces on this blog. SHOP LOCAL!

HOLIDAY ITEMS MADE LOCALLY AS WELL

There’s nothing that spoils a Christmas season gift quite like having the recipient turn it over and find a little oval label saying it was made halfway around the world and probably where it gets very hot.
On the other hand, there are all sorts of reasons for buying gifts, ornaments, and other holiday items made in Rutland County, or at least in Vermont. The local food movement has shown the way for local handicrafts to thrive as well.
This month and next, numerous towns will feature craft shows, bazaars, and other festive occasions at which green and red will be the predominant colors. Artisans will exhibit at studios and galleries.
A locally grown tree, harvested and brought home by the family, is a well-known special treat. So is going to a show or store and finding something locally made, whether an indoor ornament or an outdoor decoration or a gift—that is worthy of becoming a regular part of the family tradition.
And don’t neglect Hanukkah in that regard. There’s no law against kids who aren’t Jewish learning that play that game with the dreidl, and what it signifies, or finding a source of local candles to light in a series in honor of the original Hanukkah miracle.
To guide your buying expeditions, don’t forget the Rutland Region Chamber of Commerce’s Calendar of Events (go to www.rutlandvermont.com then click on Calendar of Events, which is on the front page). The Chamber puts a lot of effort into compiling the most complete listing possible of area happenings, including fairs and bazaars.
Many of those little community and church and farmers’ market and organizational chances to get unique local items will appear there later in the year, and some are posted already.
Don’t neglect the November listings; fortunately, the event organizers realize that if they all take place close to Christmas, each will see fewer visitors.
Remember, if you’re planning such a sale, send the Chamber your information. The Mount Hollyday Craft Fair, Dec. 8 from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. at the elementary school, was missing from the Calendar of Events, as of mid-October.
While you’re checking online, take note of the many church and community organization suppers offered at that time. These fundraisers are known to many as especially good feeds, since the local cooks know that everyone else will be looking at what they brought, and no one wants to deliver something second-rate. Shop locally, then eat locally—a perfect set-up.
In anticipation of that season of strong community spirit, we have been looking around for good examples of locally made holiday season items. We found several at Pittsford’s Homegrown and Handmade Fair, which got a head start by taking place on Saturday, Sept. 29.
The Crafts By Home Shop in Rutland was represented on Pittsford’s village green, with 12-year proprietors Earl and Janet Laviana occupying the lawn chairs by the tent. Earl demonstrated his talents as a wooden toy-maker by showing off his “clapping horse,” a small-scale rocking horse with a uniquely noisy gait.
Wagons, boats and more were “all made of Vermont pine,” he said. “We usually have a lot more” as the giving season arrives,” he added.
Warm winter clothing? Sherri Geiner of Mount Holly was on hand to show people her “Sherriations.”
One that we found particularly ingenious was her fleece pullover that opens up to become a blanket. There was even a front zip pocket in which to keep things warm (like maybe a digital photographer’s batteries?).
J.J.’s Jewels, a Pittsford operation, was tended by John Jackson and Robin Rowe. “Beauty with a purpose,” she called his colorful works, which he said would include a lot more Christmas charms and some angels as time went on.
Now listen to this, because you won’t find better statements of what it means to buy locally.
“We try to keep all our prices so everybody can have something nice,” she said. He went on from there, pointing out that if something breaks, “I’m not too far away.”
The area’s galleries are good places for prospecting. At Center Street Artisans, along with all the fine furniture, we found several members whose creations could easily be turned to holiday uses.
Rather than buying mass-produced Christmas cards, you could look into the work of Evelyn Powsley of Rutland, whose cut-paper cards are already selling as wedding pieces. Rather than put that “good things come in small packages” gift into a cardboard box and try to jazz it up with wrapping paper, how about one of T. Breeze Verdant’s wooden boxes with inlaid landscapes? (Okay, he’s not strictly local, but he’s from Vermont and he exhibits locally.)
Linda Evans of East Clarendon does etched slate tiles, and anyone from western Rutland County knows what a big part of the area’s history slate has been. And though they aren’t strictly Christmas-y, Rutland artist Darlene Gregory’s fantasy world pieces could synchronize with the season beautifully.
At the Farrow Gallery in Castleton, which features the works of sculpture Patrick Farrow and his painter-visual arts wife Susan Farrow, they send out a pictorial list of items in advance of each Christmas season, knowing that former buyers want to see what they have. Two of Patrick’s often whimsical pieces of sculptural jewelry addresses two themes with which this holiday-oriented piece will end: a mother and her baby, and a dove that signifies hopes of peace on earth.

ULTIMATE HOLIDAY SEASON GIFTS

Something different this time. As you may know, the Rutland Herald has several associated publications, among them the Rutland Business Journal, for which I also write. Recently, I got three articles in too late for the publication schedule, so they won't run with the upcoming holiday special. But I want the businesses I talked with to get some exposure, with the permission of my editors, I'm publishing the three pieces on this blog. SHOP LOCAL!

ULTIMATE HOLIDAY SEASON GIFTS

Kids generally know what they want for Christmas, to judge by published letters to Santa. Adults, on the other hand, can have trouble saying straight out what they are wishing for, or have difficulty in imagining something that the intended recipient definitely doesn’t have.
One way out is to go ultimate, over the top, off the charts. It isn’t possible for everyone every year, but by putting aside a little bit for a while, all sorts of eye-popping, heart-melting gifts can become realities.
What follows are some very diverse examples of unusually memorable gifts. Covering more possibilities usually meant talking to just one business about a particular type of gift. But remember, it’s competition that makes things better for the consumer, and usually you can find more than one source for making comparisons—which we recommend because this is not a consumer’s guide “best-of” report.
The unforgettable gift nearly everyone thinks of is jewelry, so for suggestions we went to Freeman Marcus Jewelers, just as a lot of people have in the store’s 117 years. Owner Ron Marcus (23 years) was not available, but Kelsey Woodell (18 years) was.
First, about the gems that one Broadway song claimed were a girl’s best friend: remember than purity of color is a big part of a diamond’s price. Make concessions there and it may be possible to get something larger.
Second, Woodell said, they have one of Vermont’s few sources of estate jewelry. Ever wonder what happens when none of the grandchildren, who happened to be all grandsons, want Grandma’s ring? “A lot of these pieces are one of a kind,” he observed.
The birthstone for December 25 is blue zircon, Woodell said—or, recently, tanzanite, found only around Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. The latter comes in several shades, according to www.tanzanitegallery.com (which has pictures) and according to the site administrator might be a good investment because the supply is limited and might even run out.
Speaking of jewelry and investments, Woodell said “Gold is right now almost at a 30-year high.” One reason according to Smart Money magazine (Wall Street Journal) is that people are stashing it away in case of major currency failures.
Platinum? “More expensive than gold,” said Woodell. Gee, maybe diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
But there’s another choice, at least at Freeman: a Rolex watch. They’re official dealers for Rolex, Woodell said, and there aren’t many in the state.
Don’t worry about one of these keeping good time, he said: they get corrected via a signal from a remote source (atomic clocks are now used instead of astronomical for keeping exact time, according to information about Greenwich Mean Time). Rolexes are very customizable, he said, so “you can get pretty much anything you want.”
There’s even a dive feature, Woodell said. Maybe a good idea if you’re into scuba, so you don’t get too involved in an underwater wreck and become one yourself.
Speaking of which, how about giving your mate (and you, if you have the urge) a Caribbean dive vacation? No problem, said the local representative of one of Vermont’s travel agencies, who didn’t want to be named because the person wasn’t the company’s official spokesman.
On such a trip, you can get instruction, get certification, and rent equipment, as well as being taken where there’s colorful underwater life. There are two good reasons for using a travel agent, Agent 009-to-5 said: agencies actually know cheaper ways of going that you’re likely to encounter on Internet sites; and probably someone in the company has actually been there and done that, so the agency knows you won’t get any nasty surprises like, say, going during the season when stinging jellyfish abound.
If you don’t want to go abroad, there’s an exciting travel opportunity awaiting in Clarendon: get your significant someone (or both of you, or the two of you and a kid or friend, since this is a three-for-one deal) an hour seeing Vermont from a small plane.
At Columbia Air Services, based at the Southern Vermont Regional Airport/Rutland State Airport (which is actually in Clarendon), Brian Pinsonault said they take people up “all year round, weather permitting.” They use a single-engine Piper Warrior, which is capable of carrying four people, if that load doesn’t exceed the weight recommendation.
Pinsonault said that by law, they can only fly within a 25 mile radius of the airport. But that will pretty much cover Rutland County, giving a good look at the lakes region and the mountains.
Flights are priced in one-tenth hour increments, with one hour costing $79, he said. The cost can be divided among several passengers, rather than being multiplied if more take part, he said.
“Terra firma,” said one airline passenger after a rough cross-country flight. “The more firma, the less terra.” If that’s how you feel about being in the air, how about a limousine ride instead?
If that appeals, you are fortunate to have several limo services around, especially if you have a certain kind of vehicle in mind. There’s quite a bit of stretch in the term “limousine,” which encompasses specialized vans, sedans, and at Ice House, according to their ad, the “area’s only stretch SUV.”
The car with five windows may be impressive to look at, but may be awkward to park. At Black Tie Limousine in Proctor, owner Steve Abraham said he likes six-passenger vans, and less affluent customers like college kids like them because six can share the cost).
But these aren’t soccer mom family vans. They come equipped for comfort and socializing, with a TV, a VCR, and a bar. “Please don’t drink and drive,” says his Yellow Pages ad—but on board the limo, you can drink and ride.
The cost “really depends,” he said, but is usually $60-65 an hour. For a group, this can compare very favorable with air travel, he said.
Places Abraham has gone: Burlington lots of times, Albany, New York City, Maine, Montreal—“anywhere, basically.” A personal favorite fantasy: taking my sweetie by limo to Hemingway’s Restaurant up past Killington on Route 4, a destination dining experience that gets the highest ratings possible and which delights in truly personalized service.
“Dining is typically what they want to do,” Abraham said.
Just two more suggestions, both of which are keyed to Rutland County’s “creative economy” concept: arts and crafts. All year long, fabulously talented people go trekking into far reaches that only their imaginations can access, coming back, like the safari trophy hunters of old, with things rare and wonderful—and around Christmas, they need to sell some to keep going on those expeditions.
To take one example of classic Vermont craft work, the area boasts many makers of exquisite furniture, the kind that will survive to become the future’s antiques. Check the galleries, like the artisans’ outlet on Center Street in Rutland, or check out lesser-known people like “The Duke of Burl” in Pittsford, or venture to a Vermont State Craft Center in Middlebury or Manchester, or ask around.
“There is so much fraud in the construction and pricing of furniture these days,” said a service article I saved from a publication I happened to pick up across the line in New York State. Phony “list prices,” veneer instead of real wood, no service if something goes wrong with it, “some assembly required” that turns out to be about as much fun as the assemblies that were required in high school…
When it comes to furniture, Buy American and Buy Local make particular sense. Solid furniture is heavy and doesn’t ship cheaply, and every time you sit in or lie down on something whose maker you know or meet, your body will say “Ahhh. Always buy for quality.”
Artists are in just as much economic difficulty or more, and just as dependent on holiday sales. If nothing else, a trip to the Chaffee Center or the Paramount gallery in Rutland or the Brandon Artists Guild or the Carving Studio gallery in West Rutland, etc. will be a relief from the jingle and jangle of commercial assaults on the cents-us.

October 28, 2007

LOOKING TOWARD CHRISTMAS

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NATIVE FOLIAGE GUIDE

NATIVE FOLIAGE GUIDE

This year, I’ve seen in the news the usual handwringing over the quality of Vermont’s foliage season, and via the Internet pictures of brilliant foliage in West Virginia, Pennsylvania and Michigan. Two of those states have the kind of climate that global warming might move northward, yet they seem not to have lost their fall colors. Perhaps a thorough video survey of peak foliage conditions through a tier of states below Vermont would ease some local fears.
But that’s not why I’m blogging today. For those who are relatively new to this foliage business, I’d like to point out some of the relatively hidden wonders, some of which will be evident during even the most disastrous seasons for the big trees and their leaves.
--1. Stroll through the sumac. When pundits opine that an early hard frost will create better foliage, I cringe—such frosts kill the sumac that enlivens far more roadsides than tall maples. Up close, this persistent weed tree displays a whole spectrum of variegated colors—glorious for photographers.
To make a comparison: in Japan, cherry trees are often a nuisance. They don’t look that great, they rain down stuff from diseases and insects—no one would guess, without being so informed, that they are regarded as national treasures and indeed a symbol of existence. Their moment comes when they transform the landscape with their blossoms. The brevity of their glory became iconic during the era of the samurai, whose swords were so sharp that a falling blossom would divide if it fell on an upright blade, and who frequently went to Zen masters to cope with their realistic fears of mutilation and death. To live with bravery and indeed beauty, for as long as it was fated to do so, became the ideal. When you see the great Kurosawa movie “Yojimbo,” and come to the scene where the leaf is blowing around the hut where the samurai hero is recovering from a bad beating, and suddenly gets spiked to the floor by a thrown knife, that’s the same philosophy.
So, hate sumacs when they invade your garden, but love them as part of the landscape. If you need a symbol of fall leading to spring, remember that when the old-timers needed a maple spout, they would do what my father did for his backyard stovetop sugaring: core out the soft pith from a section of sumac to make a little pipe. Or if you want to take a Christian perspective, think of the last becoming the first.
--2. Look for little oak trees. Most people recognize the leathery brown of oak leaves, hanging on late in the season, later to (approximate Robert Frost quote here) go scraping and creeping over the crusted snow when others are sleeping. But during foliage time, younger oaks—say up to six feet or so—produce leaves so intensely decorated that they are worth photographing individually. This, by the way, is also a good strategy when the maples aren’t as red as they might be. Another the-last-shall-be-first, or perhaps the-stressed-shall-be-best: often maple leaves afflicted by some sort of disease or parasite will be characterized at the end by spectacular dotting, streaking and veining.
--3. Blackberry patches. Many brambles produce interesting leaves, but my experience has been that blackberry canes produce the best colors just as they produce the greatest variety in flavors. Again, this is a matter of getting close enough to see them—sometimes a hazardous enterprise, because the thorns are also an octave above other brambles in their functional capacity. Picking them is like doing yoga: once you get in a good position, hold it, and then the benefits will come.
--4. Burning bush. Some experts advise never to plant these, saying they are foreign and “invasive.” Well, they’re not nearly as hard to extirpate as purple loosestrife, and our in-town foliage would be poorer without them.
If it’s red you’re looking for, burning bush’s flaring crimson should give you an eyeful. Meanwhile, look around for other domesticated or semidomesticated bushes that may have coleus moments before fading out (the website Blossom Swap says that coleus “offer tons of color in the shade. Coleus are easily started by seed or cuttings and be over wintered as houseplants in colder climates.”)
As our culture grows more experienced, we’ll probably grow more like the Japanese, who can see all of Nature in a single bird in a backyard garden. We’ll probably have foliage gardens, as we now have butterfly gardens, planted to flowering species that suit these flopwinged mini-hummingbirds. Meanwhile, we Vermonters can rejoice that we live in a kind of gigantic mega-garden. It’s even big enough to have room for tourists—as we all are, in too short a time.


October 19, 2007

SECURITY

SECURITY

Stray thoughts on the subject of assured our national and individual security:

--So waterboarding (simulated drowning) started with the Spanish Inquisition, according to a report this morning from Vermont Public Radio. It made me think of the refrain of a folksong by Martin Simpson: “What you sow is what you reap;/ You will be known by the company you keep.”
Then there came to mind one of my mother’s favorite poems, about someone who finds a drunk asleep in a gutter next to a pig, and says, “’You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses.’/ And the pig got up and slowly walked away.”
There is every possibility that in the future, we will have to fight a war in which we do not have the advantage of overwhelming firepower, and the number of prisoners of war goes far beyond anything imaginable in Iraq. What, then, will be their fate? And if they are tortured, will the American public then back away from a war that SHOULD be fought? “Oh, what a tangled web we weave/ When first we practice to deceive.”


--My cell phone company tells me that any cell phone is able to dial 911, including my first phone, which is now in the glove box of my wife’s car. But how do we know that’s true? We shouldn’t be dialing 911 unless there’s a real emergency….There should be an non-emergency 911-related line, like the non-emergency phone numbers maintained by many police departments, that people could call to make sure their phones’ batteries are working, circuits are stable, area is connected to the grid, etc., and maybe to provide information that might be related to criminal activity but they aren’t sure (but the police might be if such calls became part of a pattern). And there should be more emphasis on using old cell phones to provide people who can’t afford cell phone service contracts with emergency access, rather than just organizing recycling drives.

--Why not tell Turkey, “We do believe what happened to the Armenian people was genocidal, but so was the destruction of many natives of the New World. In return for making this statement about an occurrence that came before the formation of your country, we are abolishing Columbus Day, because the historical record shows that he began that pattern of enslavement and extinction. And we are declaring our complicity in the 30 million deaths during China’s Taipeng Rebellion, which ended in 1864 when foreign troops under Britain’s Charles Gordon and America’s F. T. Ward joined forces with the Hunan governmental army."

October 15, 2007

Waziristan

WAZIRISTAN

After hearing a lot about the Waziristan area of Pakistan as a likely place to look for Osama bin Laden, I decided to go looking on the Internet photo-sharing site Trek Earth for pictures of the region. In case you skipped those stories, here’s something from The Long War Journal: “The fall of North and South Waziristan and the rise of the Islamic Emirate of Waziristan was an event telegraphed by al Qaeda and the Taliban. During the winter of 2006, Osama bin Laden announced his strategy to establish bases and pockets of territory along the Afghan-Pakistani border.”
Trek Earth can be addictive: starting with a country’s name, you can go to the north or south or east or west, then to provinces, then to towns, drilling down to the localities. National Geographic has better pictures, when it chooses to share them (parents take note: they have a section where you can find a great picture of almost any animal) but Trek Earth has a special energy from all the adventurous travelers who post there.
But Trek Earth struck out. Waziristan, as a tribal area, falls somewhere between official regions and towns, apparently. Spell-checker spazzed, too.
So I settled for pictures from the northwest border of Pakistan. Phenomenally beautiful valleys framed by towering mountains, as beautiful as those of Switzerland—why hasn’t tourism been mentioned as a potential resource for this part of Asia? Rural life as it used to be for centuries, millennia—shepherds, for instance, with big flocks of sheep.
Then I come on a picture of a bunch of guys pushing some kind of vehicle along a mountainside road. Not a truck, I decide, because Pakistani trucks are among the most colorful objects on Allah’s Earth. The truckers will pay a year’s wages to have a professional painting company put amazingly intricate designs on a vehicle that will then go out to negotiate some of the world’s most hellacious roads. No, this was something else.
Clicking on the thumbnail to have it expand—I won’t say “blow up” because this is a part of the world where too many vehicles have been blown up already—I found explanatory notes. This was a roller truck, on its way back home after helping with a paving job on the area’s only road, down in the valley. It had broken down, there was no way to fix it locally, so now all the men they could round up from the valley had to push this monster over a 3,000-meter (more than 9,000-foot) mountain in the Himalayan foothills. One man was looking back at the photographer as if to say “What are YOU taking pictures of, as if this is something abnormal?”
Meanwhile, I was thinking “These hapless farmers and herders are our mortal enemies? Get real. We should be helping them, not hating them.”
When was the last time you heard about all that aid we promised to Pakistan after their massive earthquake a few years ago? We should have a national rapid emergency response corps all ready to go for such contingencies, a Peace Corps on fast-forward. I’ll bet it would get more volunteers than the military, and in the long run would make a lot of military actions unnecessary.

October 08, 2007

BABYLON RED

BABYLON RED

Since my Hungarian immigrant ancestors first arrived in America via Ellis Island, I’ve known the New York City-New Jersey area since childhood. My parents were among the first to fly from the ethnic nest, but we went down again and again for visits and reunions.
So I can remember when only the Greater New York City glowed red at night. Even before sodium vapor lights put similar caps of ruddy illumination over almost any municipality of any size, the concentration of warning lights, neon lights and billboard reflections was enough to make driving into The City a Dante-esque journey. When I first heard the Rastafarian reggae singers using the name “Babylon” to refer to the unnatural life of big commercial cities and cultures (in the 1970’s, when WTBS MIT-College had a Jamaican show; “That guy Marley is a damn good songwriter!”) this was the image that came to mind.
This past week, I drove into New York City to see my brother Joe’s one-man show on how seeing Sputnik before there was any announcement of its existence changed his life. (For Brandonites: this took place while he was lying on the Brandon High School lawn. Later, he was able to confirm that the orbital path went over Brandon. There is a lot more to his show, which is very witty and funny, and which I hope he’ll get a chance to do around here some day.)
Here are a few observations from the 698 miles I put on my rented Toyota Corolla:
--I had to drive at least 70 miles an hour to avoid getting rear ended on the Thruway and other Interstate-type highways. Coming back, I hoped this would relax north of Albany, but no such luck. There is a kind of convoy psychology at work: all the drivers know they’re speeding (the limit is usually 65), but if no one goes too much faster than that, the cop cars will remain at the No U-Turn strips between the one-way lanes, hoping someone will get heavy-footed enough to be worth pursuing amidst all the vehicular clutter. Bringing the rental car back from Middlebury to Rutland, I had to be very, very careful not to zoom up to 65 on Route 7. The cars these days are made for such speed, and backing off on the accelerator puts your foot under such strain that you are in danger of cramping. Everything—airbags, car body armor, sound insulation, stereo systems, the power available at the touch of a foot, the power of the braking systems—conspires to lock this country into a culture of speeding. Like the pattern of suburban housing development (aka sprawl), this complex of mutual reinforcements has painted us into a corner.
Like the spirits who are blown endlessly around and around their circles in Dante’s Inferno, we are trapped, and don’t know how to get off.
--As an experienced cloud-watcher, who has posted 91 pictures so far this year on Weather Underground (see previous entry; site is at www.wunderground.com; look at ERLBarna), I can report that the clouds over urban New Jersey are STRANGE. Sometimes there is a peculiar haze in the air which, at a certain altitude, turns into white puffs—a phenomenon I’ve seen taking place (via Weather Underground) during some Western wildfires. There is a phenomenal amount of gunk at high altitudes, probably from air travel. Clouds often take on forms never seen hereabouts, and I saw nothing like the crisp “fair weather cumulus” clouds we get here on cool summer days. Yiddish, a language which some say “has more vitamins” than many others, has a great word for clouds this crazy: “farpotchket.”
--New York City has been fighting for years the same battle over creeping gentrification that is now showing up in Vermont as unaffordable housing, unbearable property taxes, and so on. The Medicine Show Theatre, where my brother performed, has been in existence for 37 years, in 13 locations, their director said. They’re trying to acquire their present 10-story building on 52nd Street West, but only have the first three floors so far due to political complications. Meanwhile, the block, which was terribly run-down when they arrived, has seen a total transformation since the artists arrived, with big money buying structures and tearing them down to put up bigger moneymakers. Like Soho, she said: the artists found low-budget lofts, created a vibrant art scene, were catalysts for the development of galleries and restaurants, then the area SOuth of HOuston Street became so desirable that the artists were priced out.
(Steven Spielberg’s movie “batteries not included” is, among other things, a fierce satire on this sort of commercialization and destruction on New York’s Lower East Side).
--Driving with Joe to his New Brunswick home after the show, I got to see a zone that made me ache for the time and resources to photograph it. Hyper-industrial, it includes huge power plant towers pouring out steam (just steam, we hope), Erector-set factories, squat but looming oil terminal tanks, and arrays of electrical transmission lines that made the VELCO upgrade look like child’s play. Shrouded in mist and lit by the almost-danger-orange sodium lights, this concentration of power was, in its way, awe-inspiring and even magical. Like it or not, this zone is a major organ of the body politic of our “civilization.” Flying along an Interstate trajectory through it is just as dizzying as looking down from the Empire State Building, and relying on this Gut for our sustenance is every bit as risky as ripping through the air along strips of paint-splotched asphalt at 75 miles per hour.

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October 01, 2007

BACK PAGES: THE -BER MONTHS

BACK PAGES: THE –BER MONTHS

Here’s the original:

Thirty dayes hath November,
April, June, and September;
Of XXVIII is but oon,
And all the remenaunt xxx and I.

That’s from “Middle English Lyrics,” a W.W. Norton Critical Edition, which drew it from a 15th century manuscript. By “the 15th century” we mean “the 1400’s,” that makes the grandfather of our “Thirty days hath September” more than 500 years old.
In case the last two lines of Middle English aren’t clear—it may have been a few years since studying Roman numerals in elementary school—they say (own translation) “Of 28 is but one, and all the remnant 30 and one.”
Earlier in our history, rhyme aided memory. All sorts of adages, saws, morals, and so forth rhymed because repetitive endings can be cues for recollection. “Red at night, sailor’s delight;/ Red in the morning, sailor take warning,” would be a classic example of rhyming with tutorial significance. But now, educators have caught on that children go through a rhyming phase early in their language learning, so teaching materials frequently lean on rhyme to convey concepts about phonetics, syllables, and the like. Often this drifts into gibberish: “The fat cat sat on the mat,” and so forth. In the process, the old type of rhyming—rhyme with reasons—has been overwhelmed and radically devalued.
At the same time, we are still in the grip of an old historical mistake: assuming all languages shared a similar structure. During the Renaissance, with its excitement over rediscovering the Ancients, it was “logical” for people to try applying the well-developed Roman descriptions of their own language and poetry to English. (The college prep curriculum in Robert Frost’s day, around the turn of the last century, concentrated on the classics, meaning those of Greece and Rome.) But English is not an inflected language (it does not use word endings to indicate case and tense), and compared to post-Roman languages like Latin or Spanish, it is very poor in rhymes. Thus many amateur poets handicap their own efforts by thinking poetry has to rhyme and anything that rhymes has to be poetry—when mere rhymed lines are better described as verses.
We’ve strayed away from the turn of the seasons, which brought the “30 days” rhyme to mind. For an older native Vermonter, the onset of goldenrod and asters and “good sleeping weather” makes the bones grind. Here’s my own, new rhyming verse:

September and October,
November and December—
They all end in brrrrrrrrrr
When fire turns to ember.


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WRAP-UP OBSERVATIONS FOR SEPT. 2007


WRAP-UP OBSERVATIONS FOR SEPT. 2007

Regarding Iraq: We never say that cancer is cured, only that it is in remission, a word which in this case might better be spelled “re-mission.”

Regarding the “epidemic of obesity:” The word “obesity” itself is three syllables fat.

A cut in credit card interest rates, through a mandatory cap, would do more to stimulate the economy than a cut in bank-to-bank interest rates—and would help directly with the subprime housing loan foreclosure problem.

From my late brother Walt: Variety is in spite of life.

From my brother Joe: Tax and spend is better than borrow and waste.

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