April License Plate Report

Only two new sightings: Iowa and Kentucky. The YTD total is 32.

2013 april license mapHow is this license plate map different from all previous license plate maps? Sure, it looks like all its predecessors, but it was scanned on my new scanner. My venerable UMAX 3450 finally croaked. How venerable, you ask? Well, it was designed for Windows 98 if that gives you an idea. Each operating system upgrade required a driver patch to keep the scanner happy. The patch was fairly complicated for a non-techie like me, but the instructions were so clear that I (a) had no trouble, and (b) emailed UMAX tech support to commend them on the clarity of their instructions. A UMAX techie emailed me back to thank me and to commend me for being able to follow directions.

Clear instructions are worth commending. So are people able to follow them.

I decided to replace the scanner with a scanner-printer combo. My workhorse LaserJet, also venerable, is working fine, but it only communicates directly with Morgana V, my Windows XP desktop. WinXP’s days are numbered, and eventually I’ll have to spring for a laser printer that talks to Hekate the Win7 laptop and/or the future Morgana VI. Adding a scanner-inkjet now would ease the future financial pain of replacing everything at once.

Plus the inkjet prints in color, which the LaserJet doesn’t, and color is fun if not exactly work-related.

The new member of my little cyber-family is a Brother MFC J425W. Setting it up challenged my self-taught, seat-of-the-pants IT person — that would be me — in part because I was connecting it both to Morgana V (by cable) and Hekate (wireless) and in part because the instructions were nowhere near as clear as those UMAX provided to patch the driver for my old scanner. Brother is now playing nicely with both Hekate and Morgana V, and I am quite pleased with myself.

Brother faxes as well as prints and scans, but I’ve never had a home office fax so I’m putting off setting up the fax function till I desperately need it, which I hope will be never.

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A Counterclockwise Orange

I went down to the crossroad again last night. It’s not a crossroad anymore. “A Crossroad Orange” is now a Counterclockwise Orange. An almost-full moon was rising in the east. Vehicles were feeling their way around the circle. Two bicyclists, one of whom I knew, rode around it twice. They claimed they were looking for a way out.

A Counterclockwise Orange

A Counterclockwise Orange

Approach from the west

Approach from the west

Approach from the east

Approach from the east

Design as of Sept. 1, 2011

Design as of Sept. 1, 2011

Bypass road?

Bypass road?

Left: Is the apparent bypass southwest of the circle supposed to be the bike path? It seems to correspond to the bypass in the design (above). How’s that going to work? Last I heard, there was supposed to be a request light somewhere. How’s that going to work?

Orange seen through orange

Orange seen through orange. Note moon watching from above.

Chunks of old road

Chunks of old road

Curbs in waiting

Curbs in waiting

Cat à l'orange

Cat à l’orange

moon

Moon rises.

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Reactivity

I can’t say that everything I know I’ve learned from my dog, but Travvy has taught me a lot, and not just about dogs.

Travvy on deck, February 2013

Travvy on deck, February 2013

Travvy is reactive. I didn’t know what reactivity was before a dog trainer put a name to what Travvy was doing: going over the top in the presence of other dogs. His hackles came up, his breathing accelerated, he’d pull toward them, paying zero attention to anything I said, even if I offered him treats — it was as though his brain had disengaged and he couldn’t think straight.

A reactive dog overreacts to certain stimuli. The stimuli vary from dog to dog. They might include other dogs, or other dogs of a particular sex or size, or male humans with beards or female humans wearing hats, or horses or toddlers or lawn mowers. A fenced-in dog in my neighborhood starts barking when Travvy and I pass by and is still barking when we’re more than a quarter mile away. That’s reactive. Sometimes a car will pass us on the road with the dogs inside barking madly and trying to squeeze out the open window. That’s reactive.

Trav’s reactivity became apparent toward the end of his first year, around the time his prey drive kicked in. Like many Alaskan malamutes and northern-breed dogs, his prey drive is high. There are outdoor cats and free-range chickens in my neighborhood, so Trav’s free-roaming days were over. On leash, he couldn’t check out other dogs and he couldn’t get away from them. Trav is a friendly guy but not a totally confident one. Restraint made him less confident. So he reacted.

We play on the A-frame at Camp N Pack 2012.  Photo by Threepairs Photography.

We play on the A-frame at Camp N Pack 2012. Photo by Threepairs Photography.

We’ve done a lot of work on this. I’ve learned to read Travvy’s reactions and to anticipate situations that might stress him out. The goal was always to keep him under his freak-out threshold, where his brain was still in gear and he could pay attention to me. And our work has paid off: Travvy has earned a bunch of Rally Obedience titles in high-stress trial environments. He’s reactive and probably always will be, but he’s also learned to override his instincts and impulses and stay focused on the task at hand, whatever it is.

In the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing, I’ve been thinking that much of what passes for political discussion in the U.S. these days is reactivity. Our brains are stressed, they’re not really engaged, but words keep pouring out of our mouths. If anyone interrupts with a mildly lucid thought, we may turn on them, snarling. Maybe they’ll then growl back. Pretty soon we’ve got a snarl-and-growl fest going on that, hey! now that you mention it, looks a lot like U.S. political discourse.

Some of it’s hateful. A lot of it’s just stupid and/or counterproductive. Most of it stems from over-the-top overload. The stressed-out human brain acts a lot like Travvy’s. The two options it recognizes are fight and flight. Those who can’t or won’t flee start snarling and growling, and pretty soon we’ve got a continuous feedback loop going.

When Trav goes over threshold, my job is to get him out of the situation that’s making him nuts. With most of us humans, it’s our job to get ourselves out of these predicaments, but unfortunately we’re not too good at it. We run toward the snarling and growling, not away from it. Social media, and instantaneous internet communication more generally, make it easier than ever to give in to the snarl-and-growl impulse.

What we really need to do is step back, shut up, and think things through, but how can we possibly do that when, as one Facebook page has it, “there is epic shit happening on the internet”?

Another lesson from dog training: Behavior that’s reinforced tends to continue, and behavior that isn’t reinforced tends to die out. Turn that around and it suggests that if behavior continues, it’s being reinforced — it’s paying off in some way — and if it dies out or doesn’t happen in the first place, it isn’t being reinforced enough. Travvy (on leash, need I say) will walk by a flock of hens for string cheese. If all I’m offering is bits of kibble, he’ll be pulling hard toward those hens.

You see where I’m going with this? Snarling and growling is easy. When the adrenaline’s flowing, stepping back is hard. (For those who get paid for snarling and growling, it’s probably impossible.) Thinking things through is even harder. Our defensive, self-protective, reactive brains have a strong incentive not to admit any information that might make us uncomfortable. Who the hell wants to turn his or her worldview inside out and upside down?

I’m pretty sure we’d all be better off if each of us had a conscientious handler equipped with a clicker, a leash, and an endless supply of string cheese. Unfortunately we aren’t dogs, so I guess we’ve got to learn to handle ourselves.

P.S. If you want to learn more about reactivity in dogs, there’s plenty of info out there. “Managing the Leash-Reactive Dog” is a good place to start.

 

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Are the Terrorists Winning?

Time to trot this one out again.

I wrote “My Terrorist Eye: Risk, the Unexpected, and the War on Terrorism” over several years in the mid-2000s. Yes, it does go on at some length about my out-of-the-blue retina detachment. Feel free to skim those parts and reflect instead on some similar experience of your own.

terrorist eye web

Sorry about the clunky link(s). Keep clicking and you’ll get to a downloadable PDF of my essay.

In the wake of the Boston Marathon bombings and Friday’s “lockdown,” it seems that “whenever the word ‘terrorist’ is mentioned in this country,” as John Cassidy noted in an excellent New Yorker blog post, “reason tends to go out the window, and many other things go with it, too, such as intellectual consistency, a respect for civil liberties, and a sense of proportion.”

Is it rude to suggest that, despite all our rhetoric to the contrary, the terrorists are winning? A million people, give or take, stay inside for 12 hours because the authorities tell them to — and plenty of people outside the Boston area think that’s just fine.

In “My Terrorist Eye” I wrote:

The events of 9/11 were indeed terrifying, but it was not fear alone that led to the official “war on terror.” On September 11, 2001, the Bush administration and the U.S. Congress were forced to acknowledge, in an implacably public way, that they weren’t in complete control, that all the little games they play to create the illusion that they are in control had proved inadequate. And it freaked them out. When the shock wore off, they — and many who shared their assumption that the United States was invulnerable — reacted in anger. Someone had to pay for bringing them face-to-face with their own vulnerability, perhaps the nearest man in a turban or woman in a hijab, or the next person to declare that the destruction of the World Trade Towers didn’t nullify the Bill of Rights. The U.S. went to war with Afghanistan, then invaded Iraq. With one eye open and the other shut tight, it looked as though treating all Muslims, Muslim countries, and people with Arabic names as suspects would make us safe, or at least make us feel safer. Through the other eye it was easy to see that our safety, or the illusion of safety, was being purchased with other people’s fear. With both eyes open and mindful of our own recent experience, it wasn’t hard to see where this was leading: scared people often react, and retaliate, in anger.

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We Weren’t Locked Down

. . . here on Martha’s Vineyard. We’re a long way from Boston. But the way some of us were glued to our TVs, our computers, and/or our Twittering devices, we might as well have been.

Makes you think, doesn’t it?

Interesting phrase, “locked down.” When I heard it first, it applied to prisoners. When they were “locked down,” they were confined to their cells for security reasons. A lockdown was essentially punitive: y’all are being locked down because one or more of you is a threat.

Then schools got started getting locked down if someone phoned in a bomb threat or a student went nuts or someone was afraid that a student might go nuts. Then the whole city of Boston and the close-in suburbs got locked down.

“Lockdown” has several definitions in the Urban Dictionary. In most of them people with more power assert control over people with less.

One might say that Martha’s Vineyard is on lockdown whenever the boats aren’t running. This is usually due to high winds. The winds don’t cancel the boats, the Steamship Authority does, but we usually blame it on the weather. People with off-island appointments or planes to catch out of Logan are inconvenienced, but Vineyarders don’t freak out when the boats aren’t running. Summer people and recent arrivals, on the other hand, often lose their heads. They don’t realize they’re on an island till they can’t get off it.

In all the ILOVEBOSTON hyperbole someone was quoted as saying “they can’t take away our freedom.” I guffawed. I guess “they” was supposed to be terrorists, maybe the Tsarnaev brothers or maybe terrorists in general, but seriously, honey: you just stayed indoors for 12 hours because the authorities told you to, but “they” can’t take away your freedom?

All “they” have to do to take away your freedom is to tell you to stay indoors because there’s a “terrorist” on the loose. Or to take off your shoes at the airport because maybe someone wants to blow up the plane with a shoe bomb.

Writes John Cassidy in an excellent post to the New Yorker website: “Whenever the word ‘terrorist’ is mentioned in this country, reason tends to go out the window, and many other things go with it, too, such as intellectual consistency, a respect for civil liberties, and a sense of proportion.”

True.

No terrorists were involved in the explosion at a West, Texas, fertilizer plant two days after the Boston bombing. More people died and more were injured than in Boston, and as of yesterday some 60 were still unaccounted for.

Or, for that matter, in the Upper Big Branch Mine disaster in West Virginia three years ago, or in the fire that ripped through a clothing factory in Dhaka last November, killing at least 117.

No terrorists, but almost certainly corner-cutting, willful negligence, and disregard for worker and neighborhood safety. None of which, it seems, is as scary as a fellow on the loose with bombs possibly strapped to his person.

Most people I know are desperately curious about what motivated the Tsarnaev brothers, if indeed they carried out the bombing they’re accused of. So am I. Why Boston? Why the marathon? The symbolism of the 9/11 targets wasn’t hard to grasp. The symbolism of 4/15 is more elusive.

But I’m also curious about what motivates the corner-cutters, and the guys who played games with bundled mortgages, and all the other (relatively) powerful people whose small acts of callousness and negligence add up to big catastrophe for other people they never even see.

syria bombing

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Yellow Season

Yellow season is rolling out all around us. Yellow season is daffodils, forsythia, and dandelions. Some other stuff is yellow all year-round.

Under the budding forsythia at the WT PO. At least I think it's forsythia . . .

Under the budding forsythia at the WT PO. At least I think it’s forsythia . . .

Daffodils along the bike path in front of Vineyard Gardens, WT

Daffodils along the bike path in front of Vineyard Gardens, WT. Note non-organic yellow sign at left.

Almost full-blown forsythia, approaching North Tisbury on State Road

Almost full-blown forsythia, approaching North Tisbury on State Road

More daffies

More daffies

Dandelions are lagging behind the other yellows, or maybe the weedkillers have got 'em.

Dandelions are lagging behind the other yellows, or maybe the weedkillers have got ’em.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s some stuff that’s yellow all year-round.

Bananas is only the latest incarnation of this North Tisbury shop. Note yellow line out front.

Bananas is only the latest incarnation of this North Tisbury shop. Note yellow line out front.

Yellow sign, yellow line

Yellow sign, yellow line

Yellow allowed. Everyone else, go away.

Yellow allowed. Everyone else, go away.

Orange you glad I didn't say yellow?

Orange you glad I didn’t say yellow?

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A Crossroad Orange

I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees . . .
— Robert Johnson

I went to the crossroad too. I went to the crossroad three times and the first two times the batteries in my camera died. Devils are said to hang out at crossroads. Was a devil messing with my camera? More likely I just mixed up the charged and the uncharged batteries.

police officerA roundabout is being installed at this particular crossroad. I went down there to bear witness. Approaching from the south on Barnes Road, the first thing I noticed was this sign. It being the weekend, there was no police officer ahead. The blinking lights were gone, but vehicles were proceeding through the intersection in an orderly fashion, as they’ve been doing for almost 10 years.

Spring green hasn’t got a foothold yet. What predominates at the crossroad is orange. Orange signs. Orange snow fencing. Orange-and-silver-striped barrels.

Land Bank sign à l’orange. The trees have been decked out in safety gear, in case they get whacked by a bulldozer.

Orange shows the way.

Orange shows the way.

Bike signs with orange garnish. Note car waiting its turn on Barnes Road.

HypacbumpThe little guy above got to take the weekend off. I didn’t see the bump either. The heavy machinery was up the road a bit. I passed it on my way toward Vineyard Haven.

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Todd’s Legacy

Saturday morning I arrived at the Ag Hall a little after the appointed hour of 10 a.m., and already most of the tables and chairs were in place. I fell in with the crew: helped move a few tables, set trash barrels in strategic places, lined the barrels with heavy-duty plastic bags, put tablecloths on the tables and flowers on the tablecloths . . .

I’m always saying that Martha’s Vineyard couldn’t organize itself out of a paper bag, but this is not true. Political organizing we’re not so good at. When it comes to practical organizing, however, we’re a human beehive. We mobilize as if our individual tasks were embedded in our genes. In barely an hour the Ag Hall — a beautiful but dauntingly huge and vacant space — was transformed into a banquet hall and dance floor.

Deborah Mayhew, Todd's partner, organized the organizers and emceed at the memorial celebration.

Deborah Mayhew, Todd’s partner, organized the organizers and emceed at the memorial celebration.

The occasion was a memorial celebration of the life of Todd Follansbee. Todd died unexpectedly last September 14. He was my age, 61. I didn’t know Todd all that well, but our paths crossed many times, usually at music events or on Facebook, and he was the key instigator of the 60th birthday bash two years ago — a party for the ages, and not only because I was among those turning 60 that year. His partner, Deb Mayhew (also of the 1951 cohort), is the daughter of Shirley Mayhew, a writer, photographer, and generally cool person who’s in my writers’ group. (See her September 2012 guest blog about the memorial service for her husband, Johnny, who died in January 2012.)

Todd lived on Martha’s Vineyard only five years, but it’s as though he was a Vineyarder before he arrived. Trust me, I don’t say that about many people. Maybe I’ve never said it about anyone. It’s not just because he’d been an avid sailor since childhood and was totally at home on the water. It’s not just that his relationship with Deb brought him into the Mayhew clan — the Mayhews are descended from the very first European settlers on Martha’s Vineyard and are related one way or another to just about everybody on the island.

Members of Todd's men's group talked about how Todd had brought them together.

Members of Todd’s men’s group talked about how Todd had brought them together.

So what was it? Many people arrive here, ooh and aah about how beautiful and special it is — and immediately set about trying to make it more like the place they just left. Not Todd. Todd understood from the get-go that what makes the Vineyard special is the connections among its people. (It took me years to figure this out.) Listening to his sisters, daughters, and lifelong friends speak at the celebration, I realized that he’d always known this. What made Todd really, really special was his ability to foster those connections, both on a grand scale, as with the 60th birthday bash, and in out-of-the-limelight ways, as with the men’s group he catalyzed and the little things he did for people.

One of the speakers said that Todd not only connected with other people, he got other people to connect with each other. Exactly. And there we all were — a cross-section of us, anyway — under one roof, living, laughing, dancing evidence of his influence. (That roof, by the way, was literally raised by this community. You can read all about it in Susan Klein and Alan Brigish’s Bountiful: A History of the Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Society.)

A glimpse of the main hall

A glimpse of the main hall

Dance floor with dancers

Dance floor with dancers

Me, trance dancing. Photo by Adrianne Ryan.

Me, trance dancing. Photo by Adrianne Ryan.

To the landbound eye, Martha’s Vineyard looks isolated from what we like to call “the real world.” To the seafaring eye it’s connected to that world in all directions. In the age of sail, Vineyard whalers and merchant mariners traveled the world. They brought home stories, and sometimes wives, from distant places. Seamen from elsewhere, like Portugal and the Cape Verde islands, decided this was a good place to drop anchor for good.

Todd Follansbee was one of those people who sailed in and never left. The island, often (for good reason) clannish and wary of strangers, took him in and, in only five years, was changed — not in a disruptive or dramatic way, more in the way of yeast working in dough. Yeast gives energy to the gluten lattice that makes the bread rise. What is a lattice if not a network of connections?

Two images recurred when people spoke of Todd. One was the shooting star: appearing suddenly, blazing across the sky, then vanishing as abruptly as it came. The other was the lighthouse (Todd was a guide at the Gay Head Light): a beacon to show mariners the way home. I’ll add yeast, and I’ll add sailing: the sailor can’t control the wind or the water, but he works with them to make headway. One sailor is gone, but his journey goes on.

Band #1: The Stragglers

Band #1: The Stragglers

Band #2: The Bodes, an eminent island rock band of the ’60s — and they still rock on. Lucy Mayhew (right, on keyboards) wasn’t part of the original lineup, but her dad, Jack Mayhew (far left, on guitar), was.

 

 

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More Foolishness

Exactly 20 years ago today, April 1 fell on a Thursday. Then, as now, Thursday was publication day for the Martha’s Vineyard Times. I was the Times Calendar editor. The synchronicity was too much to resist. In the following years, nearly everyone credited and/or blamed my colleague Gerry Kelly for the April Fool’s issue. He was capable of such a thing, people thought; I surely wasn’t. They were right about him but wrong about me. I dunnit — but I didn’t dunnit alone.

Gerry devoted his regular food column to piping plover recipes. As you can guess from the illustration below — by Omar Rayyan, who early in his illustrious career was a regular contributor to the Times Calendar section — piping plovers were very much in the news back then. Plovers on the supper menu? The horror, the horror! Island environmentalists went ballistic. Piping plovers were an endangered species. Endangered species were not a laughing matter. Etc.

I don’t have a copy of the plover recipes. If I did, I’d be including it here. If anyone out there does have a copy, please, pretty please, let me copy it?

april fool 1993

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Leaked Memo Sparks Furor

Plans to build a fast-food restaurant at the blinker intersection are well advanced, according to a Martha’s Vineyard Derision (MVD) email memo recently leaked to the Martha’s Vineyard Chronicle.

The memo, from MVD director Mac Landon to Oak Bluffs selectmen Crafty Button and Chug Coolaid, was marked “CONFIDENTIAL.” However, copies went to several derisioners, most of the MVD staff, and two employees of the Oak Bluffs Highway Department, apparently by accident.

“Landon should never, ever type his own memos,” said a former MVC staffer who asked not to be identified. “He’s been known to email draft reports to his whole address book, and he hasn’t figured out BCC either.”

The proposed restaurant will be built SW of the roundabout. The access road will run through the parking lot.

The proposed restaurant will be built NW of the roundabout. The access lane will be rerouted through the parking lot but will not pass the drive-through window.

According to Oak Bluffs Zoning Board of Appeals (ZBA) minutes for Nov. 22, 2012, a proposal by New Bedford’s Meals2Go Corp. to build a 100-seat restaurant at the intersection was approved by the board last November. The plan has not come formally before the MVD, but the Landon memo suggests that several staffers and derisioners are aware of it and may have played a role in its development.

“West Tisbury’s elected commissioners, Limbo Sibilant and Airlock Hammerhead, have been assured that the restaurant will emphasize non-GMO ingredients and free-range chickens,” Mr. Landon wrote in the leaked memo. “They think it’s great. Richard Knobby won’t be able to stir up trouble this time. West Tisbury voters eat up this organic crap.”

West Tisbury Town Hall runs on organic granola and fair trade coffee.

West Tisbury Town Hall runs on organic granola and fair trade coffee.

Mr. Knobby, a West Tisbury selectman, played a key role in the unsuccessful island-wide effort to block construction of the roundabout at the intersection.

According to current plans, eastbound drivers approaching the roundabout on the Vineyard Haven–Edgartown Road will have to pass through the restaurant’s parking lot. “This will minimize the hardscape and the need for additional lighting,” Mr. Landon wrote in the memo. “Counsel agrees that there’s no longer anything worth saving at the intersection, so no environmental impact review will be required.”

“Hardscape” is a planners’ euphemism for “pavement.”

“We are not endorsing the applicant’s proposal to route traffic past the restaurant’s drive-through window,” noted Mr. Landon. “Our traffic expert believes this might cause excessive delays for summer motorists.”

Gastronomic activists have charged that Meals2Go Corp. is a front for a well-known fast-food chain. Meals2Go’s CEO, Wendy D. McBell, told the Chronicle in a phone conversation that Meals2Go is a family-owned company that operates several restaurants in southeastern Massachusetts and Rhode Island. She declined to name any of the restaurants.

Ms. McBell’s brother, Ronald DeFries, is the Meals2Go CFO. Until Jan. 1 he was a deputy director at MassDOT, which is funding and managing the roundabout project. Reached by the Chronicle, Mr. DeFries laughed off the suggestion that a conflict of interest might be involved. “MassDOT is not in the restaurant business,” he said.

Doubts have been raised about whether the OB ZBA held a meeting on Thanksgiving.

Questions have also been raised about the Nov. 22 ZBA meeting. According to the minutes, the proposal was unanimously approved by the ZBA at that meeting. Speaking on condition of anonymity, two ZBA members said they had never heard of Meals2Go Corp. The ZBA meets regularly on the third Thursday of every month, but the 22nd was November’s fourth Thursday. It was also Thanksgiving.

Said one ZBA member, “Me, miss Thanksgiving dinner for a ZBA meeting? What do you think I am, a turkey?”

Asked about the apparent discrepancy, Oak Bluffs selectman Chug Coolaid said, “So someone made a typo. Big deal. Who told you that?”

Reminded that reporters are not obliged to disclose their sources, Mr. Coolaid said, “Most town officials can’t find their way to the bathroom with a road map. This restaurant is going to be great for the town. Our seniors need jobs and the kids need a place to go after school.”

Selectman Crafty Button sees no reason to bring the proposal before the voters, at either town meeting or the ballot box. “The voters elected us because we have the town’s best interests at heart,” she said. “Why should we make them vote on it? Elections are a waste of the taxpayers’ money.”

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