Death by TV Dinner

I've written about bisphenol A before. It is in all plastics, baby bottles, Nalgene bottles, linings of soup cans and more. According to an excellent review by the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel on 2Dec2007, 93% of us have it in our body. More over, it is a carcinogen. When you heat something in such a container, you get even higher doses...like with a TV dinner in a plastic tray.The paper reviewed all sorts of studies done on this subject and found that the ones that say this stuff is not a problem were sponsored by the plastic companies. All the academics pretty much agree that this is a ticking time bomb. I guess I obsess on this because it is of greater concern the younger you are, and I have a grandchild.

So, if breast cancer or testicular cancer is a something that touches a nerve in you, you might want to read up on the stuff. Just be aware of who is supplying the info.

Paddle safe...

DS

Seeing The Light

For some of us winter is more than painful finger tips and short days. It is a time when reduced exposure to light results in lower Vitamin D levels, lower serotonin in the brain and depression. Some folks who suffer SADS, seasonal affective disorder, can get relief by spending up to an hour a day in front of an intense light source.

When first developed, it was believed that a full spectrum light was needed but, as it turns out, it just needs to be intense. So, when I wake at 5:30 a.m. I often read the paper with one of these gizmos in my face. That reminds me of an interesting experiment done in the early days of this idea.

Two groups of subjects with SADS were asked to bare their lower leg. All they knew was that something was going on behind their knees. In the control group, nothing was really going on, just some motion down there. In the experimental group: a bright light (which they could not see) was aimed at the area behind the knee. Results? The group that got the light had a significant improvement in their SADS, even though they never saw the light.

See, we were meant to paddle in shorts...even in winter.

Paddle safe...

DS

The Inside Passage

Our cable package includes MPTV (Milwaukee Public TV) in high definition and, yesterday, I watched a compelling program entitled The Inside Passage (photos are of the TV screen and not my original work). I recommend it to you all.

Based on Vancouver's exploration of the coast from British V.C. to Alaska, it is a collage of history, scenery, mythology and legends, many of them told by first generation's peoples. The photography is excellent and includes scenes of the coast, the people, artifacts, canoes and the like.

In one hour it educates and entertains and, at least for me, provides a perspective of a place I've not visited (yet). I learned how the original marvelous and descriptive names of bays and waters were changed by Vancouver and how he often under appreciated what he was seeing. The navigation was treacherous because of the tides, whirlpools and narrows, and ships were run aground. Inevitably, trees were cut, natives displaced and the earth raped for her sparse amount of gold. Eventually, the smoke stacks appeared.

The piece is available on DVD. I am sure that you will find a connection with what you see be it as a kayak person or just a human being who appreciates what once was.

Paddle safe...

DS

If You Wait Long Enough...

I wrote about this boat and showed this pic from the paper before. The guy, who lives south of here in Illinois, had worked on this boat and launched it here in Milwaukee. Unaware of the low water levers and/or sans charts, he ran his dream vessel aground long before taking his planned voyage across the Atlantic...right. Since then, the lady has been left to languish on the rocks at the mercy of wind and waves. Mother Nature's little beasties have driven her closer to shore where she continues to lie naked and helpless.I suspect she has been picked clean by now (although the mainsail is still on...but I digress), and I wonder if she will still float. I feel badly for the owner (although no one seems to be able to reach him...but I digress...again). Perhaps he is heart broken. Maybe so, but he still has an obligation to the boat and those who ply the waters she is in. Well, all comes to he who waits... including senility.

Paddle safe...

DS

The Magic Wand

Once upon a time, in a place not far from here, there existed a magic wand. Although not elegant, or even pretty, the wand possessed incredible power over people and things. No one in the kingdom quite remembers who had discovered this evil devil or how it had cloned itself and inserted copies into all the homes of the land. But there it was.

In spite of its addictive power and the inevitable heartaches it brought, everyone wanted one. But, alas, there could only be one for each brain box. The brain box, you see, was the devil-companion of the wand, and the wand was the key to owning and controlling the brain.

By default or fiat, a member of each family (usually the eldest male...but I digress) was the WACO (Wand Activator/Control Operator). Upon entering the household and quickly acknowledging the underlings of the family, the alpha male would seize the wand, use its magical powers to activate the brain and sit before the box and not move for hours on end. Well, that is not entirely true, for a master wander did move one of his thumbs, and he did so with amazing dexterity and speed.

Pressing the wand in mysterious ways he would beseech the brain to tell him the news, to entertain him and to let him see wonderful games taking place far away from where he sat. Eventually, the box told the man how to think. So compelling was what he saw that after a while he hardly needed to move to have his needs met. Food was brought to him on plastic platters, and he only had to get up to take care of bodily functions. Eventually he developed a very low fiber diet which, along with his inactivity, decreased one of his functions to once a month.

Due to lack of exercise, these people's muscles atrophied to a point where they became immobile. Eventually, their cerebral cortex vanished as the brain box took over their thinking processes. Sadly, the race died out as machines replaced them. None of this would have been known if archaeologist digging in the wastelands once called North America hadn't actually found what is believed to be the only brain box in existence (it is in the museum now...but I digress...again). At first, no one knew what the box was until it came under the scrutiny of Dr. Silbs, a 150 year old professor who thought it looked familiar. Although senile, something about the box stirred some deep memory in the professor's mind. "That's it," he is reported to have exclaimed as he pointed to the diodes that, even after all those decades, kept flashing 12:00. No one know what it means.

Paddle safe...

DS

Take Five

Musicians, like all other living things, know that sometimes you have to rest, rejuvenate, maybe sleep. It is part of the circadian rhythm in humans. It is the annual cycle in nature. Most religions recognize this with a sabbath once a week during which time people rest their bodies from the day to day toil and rejuvenate their spirits with rituals.

Annually, animals hibernate (or go to Florida for a vacation...but I digress), trees shed their leaves and some creatures shed feathers or antlers. Daily, leaves shut down their photosynthesis factories as the sun dips below the horizon, and people duck under the covers (or into sleeping bags...but I digress...again) and sleep. When we don't obey this natural law we inevitably pay a price.

Denied our sleep, REM sleep and dreams the fragile human mind suffers. Cognition begins to get fuzzy, immune systems get weak and tempers flare when the mind is denied its rest. The body, too, breaks down when not allowed to recover. Put too much stress on your muscles or give them inadequate rest time for recovery and they will ache and weaken.

It wasn't long ago that the local TV stations went off the air late in the evening. Stores closed, traffic dwindled to a trickle and only a few factories continued to function. Society as a whole rested, spent time with family and got ready for another day. Today we have hundreds of 24/7 channels, and everything from coffee shops to international business offices going around the clock. As a society we no longer honor the natural cycles. When night falls here the sun is rising with our business partners in Asia. Must do business. Must make more so we can...can what? Even machines break down if their maintenance schedule isn't honored. So, each evening, kayaks are pulled onto beaches and a place to rest is arranged.

Sometimes these rest cycles are mysterious and follow seemingly illogical schedules. Sometimes, like this past week, I just didn't feel like paddling in spite of some decent weather. This week I spent more time on long walks with Ansel, and I wrote more. Even though I did little that was strenuous, I continued to enjoy deep restful sleep. I suppose it could be laziness, ennui or even mild depression, except that I feel fine and on my game. Maybe it was just my body telling me to take five.

Paddle safe...

DS

Kunlangeta:

They're Everywhere

I used to do a lot of work that would fall into the categories of personal growth, mediation and counseling. I enjoyed it and was always fascinated by the different attitudes and personalities I observed. None among these fascinated me more than the psychopathic personality.

These are the folks (mostly men...but I digress) who are often quite charming and make good first impressions. What makes them unique is their lack of the ability to feel guilty. They are dishonest and live as if the world revolves around them. Many politicians fit this bill. Interestingly, they know right from wrong but don't seem to care.

Yesterday, while reading about this disorder, I learned that a Harvard Professor found "...an isolated group of Yupik-speaking Inuit(s) near the Bering Strait" that used the term kunlangeta which meant "...someone who does not pay attention to reprimands and who is always being brought to the elders for punishment."

In this article in the current issue of Scientific America MIND, someone asked the Inuit what they did to deal with these folks. The answer? "Somebody would have pushed him off the ice when nobody else was looking."

Lesson: Do not supply politicians with PFDs.

Paddle safe...

DS

Everyone Into The Pool

November is petering out and will soon be replaced by December. December, in turn, will bring snow, colder air and biting winds. It will also provide some good paddling on Lake Michigan with waves and challenging rescue conditions. We will return to shore in ice-covered boats. And my bones will crave the warmth. Everyone into the pool.I absolutely love pool sessions. The weather and water conditions are constant. There is no pollution. One finishes smelling refreshed from the chlorinated water...and then steps into a hot shower. The water is even good for my skin on frames as it prevents mildew.

There are folks with whom to chat, learn and teach. It is an ideal place to practice rolling. I get to see the helmeted white water guys do ballets in their small crafts. When it is over there are helping hands around to get the boat back onto the (frozen) car. What's not to like?

Paddle safe...

DS

Time To Get Back Into The Game

Retirement has allowed me to do lots of fun and rewarding things. I have been involved with mentoring programs in the schools, served on the Bar Association disciplinary committee (no, I am not a lawyer..but I digress), teach kayaking and still have time to paddle and camp and mess around in anything I wish. I get to go to Cincinnati and Chicago to visit daughters and grandson. Even so, I still have a lot of "free" time. Read: empty hours.

I can meditate just so much, and long walks with Ansel usually involve standing around while he does olfactory assessments on fire hydrants. For some time now, I have been painfully aware that I need/crave more in my life. I need to feel more productive. I need to use my unused abilities more. What to do?I once wrote a small book (The Hand Book of Peak Performance) with another fellow (the late Ron Hering). I love writing and have had many articles published in various places. I have, in fact, drafted a book based on one of the talks I give in my other business. I own the trademark Work/WorkShoptm under which I do writing, give lectures and do workshops. It emphasises a soul approach to work, interpersonal relations and the like. I am also a mediator and have enjoyed doing that. What I do not enjoy is the pure business end of things (keeping books is, to me, piling them up in my room).So, I have contacted SCORE (the retired folks volunteer group) and have hooked up with a mentor who will help me learn how to market my work. I am going to drag out the draft of the book and finish it, although I plan to rewrite it entirely. I have contacted Erich, a soul mate and trusted friend with whom I have done a lot of personal work, and begun developing workshop and book ideas with him. Finally, I have contacted a local tenems group that places physicians in short term or fill-in practices. This will require filling out paper work and may take for ever to do.

I don't know what I will accomplish through all this. I do know that it feels good to "take the helm" rather than let myself just drift. We shall see.

Paddle safe...

DS

Coming Soon To A Theater Near You

A photographic challenge I have been unable to meet is to get a still pic that demonstrates how the waves really look out there. For some reason the 2-dimensional images never have the same impact of being there; or, when the waves are really rolling, I am unwilling to hold the paddle with only one hand while I get out the camera. When I do go for it, the shutter lag on the Optio makes it hard to catch the peak action. Enter, stage left, JB and his wonder rig.

After much research and many hours pouring over This Is The Sea DVDs, JB has gotten himself a video rig that sits out on the fore deck of his kayak. I know he has taken many minutes, if not hours, of action; but we have seen none of it. This rig, in my judgment, offers a real opportunity to catch some winter seas and to convey to the viewer what it actually looks like out there in the weather. So, John, let's see what you've gotten so far :) ...or, are you waiting for a huge reveal at Canoecopia?

Paddle safe...

DS

It Goes Well

As it turns out, Scott (son in law #1...but I digress) is, among many things, an excellent chef. He prepared, from scratch, a multi-course feast that was enjoyed by all, including Joseph (seen below).I imagine that those of you not in the USA have similar occasions to our thanksgiving. It is a time for families to gather, over eat and give thanks for our many blessings. I hope all my country men had not only a fine meal but good people with whom to share it.

Paddle safe...

DS

On Holiday...and Thankful

Date line: Cincinnati (Pic: Grand Marais, Michigan)

So much to be grateful for today and every day. We are with Grandson, eldest daughter and son in law. We have food and shelter. I have friends and lots of family. I have decent health and all the toys I could wish for (well, maybe one more kayak with a longer hull...but I digress). On the way home we plan to visit our younger daughter and her husband, Uncle Ben Weiss.

My wishes are likely the same as yours and, hopefully, our children and grand children will see them come to fruition. Mean while, I will party on, give thanks and be back Monday...unless some jewel of a thought occurs before then.

Paddle safe...

DS

Learning To Be Afraid...

All Over Again

(caption: "Hey mom, we're almost out of chewing tobacco)

Lady Linda and I are off by car to visit grandson Joseph and those two adults with whom he shares a house. This fellow's entrance into the world has brought on the same feelings that appeared when his mother and aunt were born.

Having seen my daughters reach adulthood and become their own persons, I had finally come to grips with all my demons and had arrived in a place free of fear, anger and sadness. Bliss. Then, along comes Joseph and all the old feelings return. There is, once again, another human being who I worry about more than I ever worry about myself. There is now a small person for whose safety I worry. I watch the news and, once again, feel fear and sadness about the world in which he will be living. It is at such times that I realize that, unlike a chemical equation/reaction, my world will never reach a steady state.

In one way, these feelings are a welcome burden. First, they take me outside of myself and make me look at the bigger picture. Second, it is a small price to pay for the joy these newbies have brought into my life.

There will be more changes and, as I grow older and older, more fears. And, I do believe, that's exactly how it should be.

Be grateful this thanksgiving (for American readers...but I digress) for what you have.

Paddle safe...

DS

Living in Houses

First of all, that ain't my house, but I know the owners. Actually, I started thinking about living in houses after reading Michael's posting the other day. He was commenting on how the Inuit didn't like it when they began living in houses...and why. He concluded that they didn't like being separated or closed off from their environment. No matter how big the windows, no house offers as good a view as you can get standing just outside.

This has come up for me as I see my old pattern of staying indoors more as winter approaches. Never a big fan of frost bite, my day sometimes peaks 20 minutes after awakening as I stand in a steaming shower. Still, the daylight is shorter, and I am aware that I am in a little box sitting on this vast rotating planet.

Sunday, during post-paddle coffee, I found myself telling the others that I wanted to camp. I realized, then, that I missed being "out there" with no sense of confinement. It also occurred to me that that is why I often (when paddling alone...but I digress) like to paddle out a ways onto Lake Michigan, face east (off shore) and just sit. If the wind is in my face, so much the better as it keeps the sound from the city away. So, I just sit and take in the vastness of the horizon and, all at once, I feel small but part of something huge. After a while, I paddle back to shore...and go home to my house.

Paddle safe...

DS

Paddling with the Professor

I've written before of my love of teaching and my respect for all my teachers. I've also written about Gary who taught me my first roll and continues to work with me on my forward stroke. I call him professor because of his dedication to studying the forward stroke, his dedicated practice habits and his excellent teaching methods. I was, I admit, disappointed a few years back when Gary turned to racing and no longer thought of himself as a sea kayaker (his words...but I digress) (he is also a dedicated linguistic student, and it drives him nuts when I digress withing parenthesis...which is redundant digressing...but I digress). On with the story at hand.

Yesterday, as our usual Sunday morning gang assembled, there appeared an old and welcome site. That Romany could only mean that the professor was back. And, so he was. And, what a joy for me to paddle along with him, constantly mindful of my forward stroke technique and keeping up with the maestro. I was like a high school kid anxious to show his teacher that lessons had been studied and were being applied in the field...or, in this case, on the water.

Welcome back, Gary...and thanks for being one of my teachers.

Paddle Safe...

DS

Dreary Days...

Good Paddling

Yesterday we had a nice off shore wind stirring the lake a bit. It was overcast, and there was a drizzle of rain at times. The paddling was good enough to provide two rescues. Today looks to be the same for our Sunday morning get together as the wind will be out of the east (we being inhabitants of the western shore...but I digress).

We've been having 3-4 footers, but they don't roll in as they would in the open ocean. They are closer together and confused because of the shape of the shoreline around here. We have a large concave shaped natural harbor in Milwaukee. More over, a series of break water walls help to create clapotis waves on the out side.

So, for the foreseeable future it is dreary skies, wet rides and dry suits.

Paddle safe...

DS

The Pro B9180

I can see old Derrick seeing that title and wondering how in heck I scooped him on a new kayak model. Scooped him? Lord knows he hasn't even heard of the B9180 (actually, knowing his wide range of interests, he may know exactly of what I speak...but I digress). Well, relax, it isn't even a kayak. It's a HP printer that I bought for high end prints.

The thing is built like a tank and often sounds like one as it aligns paper and printing heads. It is unreal how this boxy looking printer can sound like a factory that smelts steel yet produce beautiful and subtle prints. The pic above is of the mantel in the family room. Several of the prints are on 13" X 19" stock. The software is complicated, and I still am working to get the best out of the machine.

On Another Note...a follow up

That boat run aground that I posted on a few days back is still there. Turns out the guy had worked on it himself. It was his dream boat, and he had planned to sail her across the Atlantic. Considering his navigation skill, and lack there of, the Spirits were kind to him by stopping him before he got too far. Now, the Coast Guard has washed their hands of the wreck as it is not a hazard to navigation. Local authorities have been unable to reach the owner who seems to be in no hurry to salvage her. Apparently (according to one article) the law of salvage (keepers finders) does not apply, although I do not know why. It may be because we are not on the "high seas". Anyway, another reminder to...

Paddle safe...

DS

Getting On With It

Well, this poor craft almost made it through the sailing season. I don't know what happened to cause her to lose her mast. I only hope no one was hurt. Looking at the pic this morning (it is below freezing out there...but I digress) and having paddled yesterday, I know how she feels. Too bad there isn't Aleve for boats.

I am easing into winter with as much grace as I can muster. Yesterday's paddle was solo and surprisingly (to me) pleasant in spite of temps in the 30s and a chill factor below freezing. My neoprene mitts were still damp from a previous outing, and it took a while too warm my hands. I was interested in Michael's posting on the farm gloves he just tried out. I hope he reads Alex's request and posts a picture of them as I've never seen anything like them.

Another sign of winter: the schedule for pool sessions has been posted.

Time to meet JB for coffee. Maybe I will be treated to another of those crisp winter morning sunrises.

Paddle safe...

DS

Now it really starts

Frost on the pumpkins, and lawns and ground. Nights with temps down to freezing, days where it doesn't make it to 50F. Cold weather is here and will be for a while. All the stuff we talk about that relates to cold weather now becomes serious. Mother Nature doesn't suffer fools.

The cotton T-shirt crowd beware, you can't survive out there. The weekend fair-weather paddler beware, you will soon be paddling with ice covering your deck lines. The I-never- practiced-in-rough-water-paddler, stay ashore. Getting back into an ice-covered boat after immersing in freezing water with three foot waves is not as simple as doing it in a swimming pool. More than ever...

Paddle safe...

DS

Man's Best Friend

Ansel has been with us about ten years and is, in dog years, about my age. I know how he feels. Yesterday, he had a cyst removed from his neck, and the surgery was done under general anesthetic. All went well.

After I had dropped him at the vet's for his procedure, I was walking out and realized how worried I was about a dog his age have anesthesia. After he came home late yesterday, he was dopey, dull and somewhat confused. I was more worried. Had he had a stroke or was this just post anesthetic haze? His voice was raspy, and I suspect he had a sore throat from the intubation tube. I was worried that he would try to scratch the sutures, so I have rigged a bandanna to cover the area.

This morning on his walk he kept stopping and staring and seemed not to want to go on. When I turned back toward home he stepped right out. Back at the house, he finally gobbled treats after not having eaten all yesterday.

I plan to stay home and watch him all day (Lady Linda is away, I am in charge...but I digress). That's what you do for a good friend...and members of the family.

Paddle safe...

DS