Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Ponies & Balloons

This video clip is from a speech given by Kindra Arnesen. Please watch it and pass it along to everyone you know. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99s1O6K1UvI Her comment about "Ponies & Ballons" is a sad reality.



I am seeing this first hand here in the Gulf Shores area. Today, I visited the Fort Morgan area, extreme western tip of the peninsula, (http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=map+of+fort+morgan+alabama&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Fort+Morgan,+AL&gl=us&ei=ww81TL3jCsL38AaBhdTJCw&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CB0Q8gEwAA),
and saw first hand that no clean up had been done. I asked some of the tourists on the beach, and they confirmed no clean up crews had been seen in 10 days.

The clean up efforts in the Gulf Shores are being targeted towards the tourist areas, such as Orange Beach. Of course it is important to clean the highly traveled areas, but the debris and toxic waste are piling up on the beautiful shoreline of Alabama. The cleaning efforts are not enough and it is not happening fast enough. Workers sit in air conditioned vans for 45 minutes, and work for 15. Yes, it's hot, but there are areas that haven't been touched in weeks. More needs to be done, and BP needs to be held accountable. Do we really want these Pony & Balloon wranglers drilling in the Arctic?

Peace.

Question for the Day

My new friend Dick McGill posed a great question last night, which is now my question for the day; what is the process of disposing of contaminated sand? Last night I walked along Gulf State Park beach, and viewed the night clean up crews loading bag after bag of contaminated sand. This gets loaded in a Waste Management dumpster truck and hauled to the landfill. More on this later. http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-06-18/from-fluor-to-awning-maker-to-costner-bp-oil-cleanup-means-some-clean-up.html

Maybe this is why alot of the clean up takes place at night, http://www.al.com/newsflash/index.ssf?/base/national-132/127738770078480.xml&storylist=alabamanews.

Here's another link that's interesting, although there's a little attitude here. http://wonkroom.thinkprogress.org/2010/06/18/bp-contractor-army/

Peace.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Child's footprint in oiled sand...my feet were coated and sticky after a few minutes. And, there is now documentation that BP is covering up (not removing) this stuff with clean sand.
Florida Point on Perdido Key


Oil splattered like paint





This stuff was pretty fresh



My shoes are in the middle of this picture for size perspective...wouldn't advise walking barefoot here






Identify these guys and win a prize. They are stuck in a tar ball




Wierd garbage and patties (name for a rock band?)








July 6th, I'm starting to understand...

Today I met with Casi Callaway (Executive Director) and Tammy Herrington (Deputy Director) of Mobile Baykeeper http://www.mobilebaykeeper.org/

The first topic of conversation was about the level of difficulty that exists in simply trying to volunteer. I told them my story about first signing up with The Audubon Society, then The Sierra Club, and finally with BP. Sadly, all these organizations stated that they would take my name and information, and call me if any help was needed. Needless to say, I've received no information whatsoever from any of them. The risks of volunteering for something like cleaning up toxic wastes are obvious. There are long term effects from being around the oil, not to mention the dispersants (like Corexit, which BP is using). I also understand that in order to rescue wildlife and animals specific training is required. The program I'm volunteering in, The Field Observer program was put together by Mobile Baykeeper to create an opportunity for volunteers to be the eyes and ears in the field. The volunteers monitor mapped sections of beach front and document findings with photos, video, and exact coordinates.

But the question remains, why would BP spurn the efforts and desire of thousands of American citizens to volunteer to clean up their mess? Could it be that they don't want us to know the truth? That they don't want us to see what corners they are cutting (like covering up oiled sand with clean sand, using phony crews, and any other varied schemes to save money)? I heard a great analogy today from Les Switzer, a fellow volunteer at Mobile Baykeeper; BP has murdered the Gulf, and now they are in charge of cleaning up the crime scene. Furthermore, they are in charge of the investigation!

I also had the pleasure of meeting Antonia Juhasz today http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonia_Juhasz. She is working with PBS (Europe) to make a documentary on the disaster, and she interviewed the team at Mobile Baykeeper plus Les & I in regards to volunteerism, what the organization is doing, and more. I want to be just like her when I grow up. It seems that I'll be talking to some guys at CBS News New York tomorrow as well! More on that later...we'll see if network television is ready for some Ellen action.

One of the most appalling issues to me is the lack of communication between the hired guns brought in by BP to do the cleanup and the residents of Alabama. The clean up crews are sub-contracted by BP, they all sign a waiver stating that they will not "talk" to anyone about what they are doing. This is apparently taken quite seriously. When I approached some workers yesterday, I was cut off by a guy in a white Toyota hybrid (nice touch BP). The man didn't even get out of the car, he just wagged his index finger at me and shook his head, "no". What is there to hide?

However, I am on vacation, and there have been a few random fun notes. Today, as I was walking on the beach at Perdido Pass, a policeman approached me and informed me that they were closing a portion of the beach, and I should turn around and go out the way I came in. "Oil cleanup?" I asked. "Bomb clean up, " he said. Turns out a WWII style mine/bomb washed up in the storms last night. The thing weighs 500 lbs, and looks like that crazy mine from the Gilligan's Island episode (anyone remember that?). I was able to scoot around to the other side and get a picture with my zoom, but it's not much good. Other random sightings today; D.J's Diner--Home of the Deep Fried Burger (sounds like a destination for Diner's, Drive-Ins, and Dives) and the Spear Hunting Museum (which I understand is not for the faint of heart).

Before I sign off for the day, I'd like to shamelessly say that if you are feeling compelled to do something to help the good folks here in Alabama battle the onslaught of oil, BP's maddening incompetence, etc., there is no better group of hard working people than Casi and her team at Mobile Baykeeper. Please research their website and consider a donation or even a donation of supplies. Also, please don't forget about contacting your representatives and letting them know that what BP is doing is unacceptable and probably even criminal. You can even go crazy and write to the president, for that matter http://www.usa.gov/Contact/Elected.shtml. Together, we can make a difference by putting the pressure where it belongs. Last but not least, consider a trip down here for vacation. Yeah, the ocean is closed, but the beaches are still nice (closer to the hotels) and everyone has a pool. You can still have a day at the spa, a drink at the Hangout http://www.thehangoutal.com/cms/, and soak up the sun.

Peace.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Orange Beach, Alabama





The drive from Memphis to Orange Beach was pretty uneventful. I tried to see the birthplace of Elvis in Tupelo, but it was closed today. Stopped at a sweet roadside stand and picked up some amazing peaches and tomatoes. It's interesting to see how much further along all the crops are here compared to the Midwest.




I by-passed the "His & Hers Super Party World" (although I must admit I was curious), as well as a place advertising Alabama's "Biggest Flea Market". I rolled through the towns of Shuquolok, Wahalak, and Scooba , and was very thankful for FM 91.1, WMSV (http://www.wmsv.msstate.edu/), which got me almost all the way to Meridian, AL.




I don't have much to report today, except that due to the holiday, I'm not actually starting my volunteer work until tomorrow. I did trek all about the western (and southern) end of Gulf State Park and didn't see anything but some minor sheen washing up on the shore. I talked to another man and his son visiting from Daphne, AL, and he had also heard that there was a chance of the slick hitting the beach today. All the state parks are letting everyone in for free at the moment (usually costs $5 to park at Site 4, and $2 to park if you want to walk out on the big pier). There were hardly any people anywhere. Traffic heading north was very heavy, and I confess at one point I thought, "man, am I driving the wrong way?"




The parking lots of most of the public beaches here have been turned into staging areas for the "hired help". These are companies that have been hired (I am guessing by BP) to be on standby. The staging areas are full of John Deere tractors, porta potties, lights, giant vacuum hoses, and a myriad of other supplies. I promise to report more on this later, some of the workers are here at my hotel (Fairfield Inn & Suites on Orange Beach). The company is out of North Carolina.

For now, the beach I saw looked pristine, the Pelicans, Bonaparte's Gulls, and Osprey, looked healthy and hungry, and the ocean seemed masked in normalcy. The oil booms lurking off shore and the hired guns standing around doing nothing were the only immediate indicators that something wicked this way comes.
Peace.






Images from Memphis

"Locally Owned" I've seen this several times. Doesn't matter, not using BP on principle
Memphis' finest...
Faces of Memphis

Temporary guard tower, one at each end of Beale Street for Independence Day...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

July 4th, 2010--Independence Day


The Fourth of July is a mid-summer metric that carries vivid memories for everyone. I can't resist sharing a few nuggets from my golden childhood; fishing with my Grandfather on Lake Bloomington in Central Illinois, the annual trip into town to watch the fireworks at Chenoa High School football field, and of course the legendary food produced by my aunts & Grandmother (splendid jell-o salads, big fresh tomatoes and corn on the cob, crazy ice cream deserts, and more). Actually, where we ended the day determined if we were going to go into town and watch the fireworks display, or stay at the lake and see the whiz-bangs they had. Both were dismally matched.

This year, I plan to watch the fireworks from the rooftop of my hotel, The Residence Inn in Memphis, TN. Vanderbilt, the valet, has informed me this is the absolute best place to see them in town. I reckon he is right, as the hotel overlooks the Mississippi River. From my room I can see the mighty river churning and rolling south and carrying much needed fresh water to the Gulf of Mexico. My trip started this morning at 9:00 a.m. If you've ever driven 55 south, you know there isn't much to report until St. Louis (except for the awesome place off Exit 37-- http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/9949). I also got a vacation bonus in St. Louis, as I got to see part of an air show going on all around the downtown area by the Gateway to the Midwest, the St. Louis Arch. It was pretty crazy to see a big old Steerman plane bearing down on my vehicle while crossing the Big Muddy. I tried to snap a few pics while I was driving, but that was a near disaster. Once outside and south of St. Louis, the terrain gave way to rolling hills, lush with every hue of green. Then the crazy sedimentary rock formations start, with colorful layers of limestone and minerals; I am definitely not in Illinois anymore.

I rolled past places with curious names like, Herculeneum, Festus, and Cape Girardeau, finally driving past Hayti (and out of the Boot Heel of Missouri) into Tennessee. Memphis came up fast after that, and I was checked into my hotel by 4:30.

Chauntay, the hotel clerk, informed me that if I hurried, I could still make it to Graceland. As I was driving into Memphis I realized that I only have a few hours to make the most of my stay. I made a short list; 1. Graceland 2. Beale Street 3. Fireworks 4. Don't get shot (http://www.morganquitno.com/cit05pop.htm) I mean, they are number 13, gulp. Anyway, I drove like madwoman to get to the other side of the city to see the King's digs. They close the tours at 5 pm, even on the 4th of July, and I missed it by 5 minutes. I can't think of anything more patriotic than going to Graceland on Independence Day. Ah well, I have an early start tomorrow anyway.

Tomorrow, I plan leave by 7 a.m. to get to Mobile, Alabama by 1 p.m. I hope to meet with Tammy Herrington (Deputy Director, Mobile Baykeepers) tomorrow to figure out what I'll be doing for the week. The hurricane is causing some issues, so I'm simply keeping an open mind -- not to be confused with openly keeping a simple mind. At any rate, I feel a bit like a kid going on an awesome field trip. What will I learn? What will I see? What is the truth?

I've been pondering Independence Day, and what the modern definition of 'independence' means for Americans. We associate independence with freedom, but freedom from what? In the 21st Century will that come to mean independence from fossil fuels? Learning new ways to decrease our total impact on our precious resources? What about independent news resources in this country? Are we getting the truth? The definition of independence is no doubt deeply personal for everyone. This trip for me is an exploration of the meaning of independence. What does it mean for you?

My friend, Linda, can't read this now. But those of you who knew her understand that she was/is an inspiration to me. An inspiration not only in character, but in her writing, her humor, and her sense of adventure. She will be sorely missed.

So, I'm going to wrap up now, but I'm headed out with my new camera, a Canon Power Shot SX 210. Small world, but an artist I know in Duluth, MN, sold me this camera just a couple weeks ago. Even cooler, is his (Tony's) art & photography, which you can see at http://www.tonyferguson.net/, and at http://www.fergyphoto.com/.

Peace.