Monday, April 9, 2007

Propagation of Our Root-bound Cohorts

My January 16, 2007 blog entry, Invasion of the Alien Pods (http://thenarrativeimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/invasion-of-alien-pods.html), turns out to have been incomplete and its sensationalistic title essentially misleading. A comment from alert blog reader Cynthia astutely points out the incomplete part. She said, “And let us remember our dear animal companions who share the planet with us. Very helpful in assisting our root-bound cohorts with propagation.” Upon reflection, I realized also that the seed pods can’t possibly be ‘alien’. While it is fun to make metaphors about foreign invaders and the logistics of warfare as applied to vegetables, it is probably more informative to remember that plants share the same genetic code the rest of us do and that somewhere down the line, evidence implies, we all come from the same replicator. We are a big interconnected family, dependent on each other for our very lives.

The interrelationships between species are so complex that it leads many of us to assume that they have been put in place by an intelligent designer. However, given a process like natural selection and its resulting cumulative adaptations, scientists are beginning to see how complex design might be accomplished without supernatural intent.

At this date in the evolution of species, there are many alliances and treaties existing between the plant and animal world that aid both parties in their continued survival and propagation.


STRATEGY 59: Only Pooh Can Make This World Seem Right



Here, plants and animals forge an agreement.

PLANT: If you promise not to yank me out of the ground and kill me, I’ll let you eat this nice fruit I’ve prepared.

ANIMAL: O.K.


PLANT: (silently to self) Ha! That fruit is packed with seeds. When the animal poops several miles down the road, those seeds will be ejected with free fertilizer!




STRATEGY 42a /42b: Hitchhikers



PLANT #1: Damn it. That’s the second time this spring those large hairy migratory animals have come through here and trampled all over us. At this rate, we will never be able to spread into that distant yet promising field.

PLANT #2: I’ve noticed that those migratory animals have no problem moving around from field to field owing to the fact that they are not rooted into the soil.

PLANT #1: If only we had sharp pointy stickers or grappling hooks, we could maybe catch a ride.

PLANT #2: Hey, that gives me an idea.




STRATEGY 689: More Flies to Honey than Vinegar



Blog reader Cynthia kindly sent me this cool picture of a bee in action. I briefly wondered if perhaps a possible explanation for 'missing bees' ( alluded to below ) might be that camera enthusiast are gluing them to flowers in order to get sharp close-up pictures. Cynthia denies using glue and insists that no bees were hurt in the acquisition of this photo. It turns out that Cynthia is an artist based in New Mexico. You can visit her web-site and view her multi-media portfolio at www.risingmoonstudio.com Be sure to also check out her photos of 'Ancient Sites' and 'New Mexico' and see if you don't end up wanting to see it all for yourself.



PLANTS: Listen, tossing buckets of pollen into the wind is getting expensive. We need a more precise delivery system. Maybe we could convince you to handle some special deliveries for us.

ANIMAL: What’s in it for me?

PLANTS: We could maybe give you something sweet – a concentrated source of energy – as payment?

ANIMAL: Sounds good. How will I find the pollen and how will I know where to deliver it?

PLANTS: Geesh! Do we have to draw you a diagram?

THE NEWS: With reported losses of bees reaching up to 90 percent in some states, scientists have found no cure for what they labeled Colony Collapse Disorder. Official Mike Hansen told the Kalamazoo (Mich.) Gazette that with honeybees dying at an alarming rate in 22 U.S. states the 2007 fruit harvest is at risk.

PLANTS: Oh crap!

PEOPLE: Oh crap!




STRATEGY 689: variation on a theme #22


PLANT #1: Free sugar! Free sugar!

ANIMALS: Yay! Free sugar!

PLANT #2: I don’t understand why you are giving away free sugar.

SCOTT: I don’t understand either, but it sure makes me curious.



STRATEGY #1


SERPENT: When you eat of this tree, your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

SCOTT: Really?




SCOTT: Hey! If we select only the best tasting apples over time to grow in our orchards, we end up with delicious apples! (These human selected apple trees may now be extra susceptible to disease owing to reduced genetic variety.) Gosh! This is tricky!

GOD: O.K. Who ate the fruit?

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

TABLE MOUNTAIN: Columbia River Gorge Geology

In a previous blog entry, Bridge of the Gods (http://thenarrativeimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/bridge-of-gods.html), I noted that some geologists have posited a link between a landslide that likely occurred in the 1200s and local myths/legends describing a land-bridge across the Columbia.

Current, apparently misnamed, Bridge of the Gods.

John Eliot Allen, author of The Magnificent Gateway, writes, “The lobe of the latest (“Cascade”) slide covers about 5 ½ square miles. It diverted the river a mile to the south, and contained a dam long enough, in all probability, to give rise to the Indian legend of the “Bridge of the Gods”

Mr. Allen describes the unstable geologic situation like this. “Heavy Grande Rhone Basalt-flows cap Greenleaf Peak and Table Mountain, resting upon 1000 feet of weak, clay bearing Eagle Creek sediments.”

The trail I took to Table Mountain starts at the Bonneville trail head. It’s on the Washington side of the river across the highway from the Bonneville Dam’s visitor center parking lot. You can pick up a parking/forest pass at a Chevron station a couple miles west of the trail head (Five dollars for a day pass).

At the east end of the trail-head parking lot, find the Tamanous trail sign and proceed about a half a mile until you merge with the Pacific Crest Trail. A sign at the intersection almost counter intuitively points North and South. Go north, ultimately, along the Pacific Crest trail, though it will feel an awful lot like you are really going west. Whenever you come to an intersection, be sure you see the little metal Pacific Crest Trail diamonds posted in the trees when you resume your walk or you may be off track.



Heading down the trail toward Gillette Lake, I noted that were it not for the moss, you would think the landscape was still rolling. While some carbon dating results put the landslide event at about 1260 A.D., other geologists have attempted to date the slide by measuring lichen growth.


Gillette Lake has some nice camping sites and appears to periodically host beavers. There are remnants of lodge and dam building activities. I’m inclined to describe the color of Gillette lake as a green not found in nature, but that apparently can’t be accurate.


A little bit past Gillette Lake, the trail opens up onto what may be an old logging road and a clear cut area that affords a good view of the sheared away face of the mountain. This image shows Table Mountain as it appeared this year on March 3rd (left) and again on April 1st (right).



A former trail to the top of Table Mountain has been closed due to erosion and other environmental concerns. A posted sign encourages you to continue another half mile to this newer access point. If the trail so far has been a medium ‘5’, it is about to become a “9” and for old out of shape fat men, maybe an “11”.


Later on, there will be the additional psychological challenge of exposure to sheer drop-offs. I had to shield my eyes with my hands – like blinders – to keep focused on where I was placing my feet.



From this vantage point, you can see how the river bends to the south behind Bonneville Dam.


From the summit, looking east up the Columbia River gorge.


This ridgeline leads to the top (The point) of the sheer face of Table Mountain



In retrospect, I’m not sure it is a good idea to get this close to the edge of an unstable mountain with a demonstrated propensity to slide.



I thought it was hard going up the mountain, but my knees had a surprise for me when I started back down. Fortunately, I got off the rocky dangerous part well before dark. Limping past Gillette Lake on the way out, I was thankful I had my flashlight and my bag of survival gear – just in case (about 15 1/2 miles round trip).

Sunday, March 25, 2007

PDX PEACE MARCH SPIN

According to a March 22nd Oregonian article ( Student’s Photo of War Protest Stirs Controversy ), a college student posted 240 photos of the peace rally and conservative Portland radio host Lars Larson picked only three of them to show that, “…some members of this community advocate killing soldiers”. (Note: I visited the Lars Larson site on March 24th to see how the images were used but couldn’t find them. The images reportedly show protesters burning an effigy of a U.S. soldier.) Another conservative commentator concluded that “Portland hates America”.

It is frustrating that the images of a few self-styled ‘anarchists’ could be so readily used to misrepresent the actions of over 10,000 other activists who marched in a positive, peaceful manner to express opposition to the war. It shows that in the increasingly polarized battle between liberals and conservatives, each side seems to have already formulated their respective conclusions making data that fits these predetermined conclusions the only data worthy of media attention. From the conservative position, it seems we must evidently “oppose those who oppose the war.” The result is the selective culling of the most extreme and controversial images possible to represent the collective face of a rally and march that frankly didn’t look like that. Objective reporting seems to be increasingly hard to come by.


http://www.pdxpeace.org/ lists close to 90 co-sponsoring organizations involved with the peace rally and march and its associated action camp. These organizations include teacher organizations, doctor organizations, Lutheran churches, Quaker churches, Methodist churches, Catholic churches, Unitarians, Mennonites, military families, veterans groups, and several student groups. Publicity for the event seems to emphasize stopping the war AND bringing the troops home, presumably alive (see event poster). At the event’s action camp, participants were encouraged to write letters to Congress and otherwise learn how to lobby effectively.



According to another Oregonian article from March 16th (Activists, Police Plan to Keep the Peace), event planners and police worked together weeks in advance to iron out the march route, discuss security precautions and even consider options for how to prevent splinter groups from creating havoc.

On Sunday afternoon, when I walked over the Hawthorne Bridge toward the park blocks, I anticipated documenting an event that would responsibly call for peace through peaceful means. I stopped counting the placard carrying bicyclists who whizzed by me and began making my own assumptions and correlations about the nature of peace marchers, wondering if it follows that people who care about peace also care about the environment.

The Action Camp was pretty much as advertised. Meanwhile, on the main stage, an Iraqi man expressed the opinion that, at this point, only Iraqis can solve their country’s problems. I wondered if that was true and how to tell. I weighed it against the Bush administration’s idea that even more troops are needed to provide the security necessary to allow the government of Iraq to act. Who should I listen to? FOX? OPB? An Iraqi man on a stage?


Saturday night I had downloaded a map showing the route of the proposed march and, previous to the start of the march, I headed down Madison Street to find a relatively photogenic viewpoint.



I staked out a corner on 3rd and Madison opposite the Justice Center. From there, I could look up Madison all the way to the Park Blocks and I figured that when the march finally started, I might, because of the slope, be able to capture four blocks worth of marchers in one inclusive shot, perhaps even with the iconic Portland Building showing in the background.

While I waited, I observed some Portland Police preparing for the march. At the side of the Justice building police men and women, both young and old, loaded their gear into the trunks of their squad cars as well as their lunchboxes. It looked about as threatening as an extended family preparing for a picnic. While I had earlier seen 5 or 6 mounted horsemen and later a contingent of eight motorcycle cops, these police appeared to be necessary for traffic control – to allow the march to circle through the downtown area despite the normal Sunday traffic.

Police standing by at the intersection of 2nd & Madison where the marchers were supposed to make their first turn.

As the anticipated time for the beginning of the march came and went, other photographers and video camera operators appeared. I was relatively certain that a professional cameraman/reporter team was standing next to me. I watched the cameraman as he found interesting angles to shoot from.

From four blocks away, it was difficult to see what the hold-up was. I didn’t have a watch, so I was uncertain exactly how much time went by before the peal of ringing church bells seemed to announce the beginning of the march.


As the leading banners approached my corner, I heard the reporter conferring with the cameraman. She seemed to be frantically trying to determine if the lead banner really featured the ‘F’ word or not. Once she confirmed that it did, she directed her cameraman to stop as she pulled out a cell phone and called ‘the station’ for direction.

I think part of the reason people think peace marches and demonstrations are effective is because they attract media attention. Now, I like to use the ‘F’ word more than most. I don’t think you can really fix your car without using it. But you have to ask yourself, in a country where Janet Jackson’s accidental naked breast can change the way television is censored, is it really serving your purpose to utilize the ‘F’ word on your banners and placards in a peace demonstration?”

When I was finally able to make out the entire message of the banner, I was initially shocked and then totally embarrassed to even be there. The banner carried a negative message directed at American troops. I thought about all my relatives and friends who have been or are currently soldiers, who volunteer to put their lives on the line for my sake. “What kind of peace march is this!?” I wondered.


Here is where I have to face the fact that I’m not any more objective than Lars Larson.
The anarchist sign was shown in public and anyone who was there saw it and I have a picture of it, but I find it offensive and can’t bring myself to publish it. It should be obvious that I have altered the sign – and worse, I’ve implied a low educational level for anarchists, a correlation which technically hasn’t been proven.

However, as soon as these lead marchers drew even with the justice center, they stopped marching. A bald man walking in front of the banner who carried a megaphone/public address apparatus began leading a chant that went something like, “F___ the police! F___ the police!” or alternately “F___ the facists!” These black-clad, masked marchers appeared to be more interested in starting a fight with police than they were in marching for peace.


It should be noted that at this moment there were no police on horseback, no motorcycle cops and no police in riot gear. Mostly, police straddling bicycles lined the parade route wearing nothing more sinister than yellow topped polo shirts and bicycle helmets.

Watching and listening from the corner, I got the impression that this confrontation was separate from the agenda of the advertised peace march. There seemed to be verbal references to a history of confrontations between the anarchists and the police. There were an awful lot of private camcorder devices deployed and it seemed to me the idea was to piss off the police in hopes of acquiring police brutality videos. Much of what I’m saying here seems subjective though it was based on the language and postures of the people I watched. There are two major things I learned on the corner of 3rd and Madison. 1. The Portland Police can be very patient. 2. Objective reporting is hard or impossible.

As the anarchists spent time filling the air with a blanket of profanity, the great mass of peace marchers behind them switched course in an unplanned detour.


When this maneuver took place, I began to understand that the anarchists were not being endorsed by the vast majority of rally participants. Evidently, march organizers and police had found a means by which the demonstrators could reclaim the event’s intended message of stopping an arguably questionable war and bringing our soldiers home. (Later, I would read the Monday Oregonian and note in its front page article that, “Early on, black-clad anarchists wearing masks and banging drums forced themselves into the lead position.”)


So this is what more than 10,000 people marching for peace really look like.


They had points to make.


They held up the American flag and claimed it as their own, yet also embraced the concept of being global citizens.


They spoke with music and dance.


They spoke with evident sincerity.


They spoke with enthusiasm and good humor…



…and they spoke with a compassionate eye toward the future.

When I was a teenager, I think I went through an anarchy stage. My dictionary describes it as the absence of any form of political authority or simply as disorder and confusion. My Dad described it along the lines of me being a selfish ass.

Ultimately, what I think my Dad managed to explain is that it is always harder to create something good than it is to destroy something that someone else created. He always asked me what, if I should succeed in bringing down the authorities, would I replace it with?

Relatively speaking, our experiment with democracy (O.K. a republic!) is, in the history of the world, still something of a magnificent experiment. It looks like we’re experiencing a rough time right now with the country split almost in half about how to proceed. Somehow it seems that we are no longer interested in figuring out what is right, but are more concerned with how to hold onto power and influence. We often hear competing ideas about what is in our best strategic interests but only bother to align ourselves against our perceived enemies, whom we paint with broad brush strokes as traitors or criminals making them that much easier to hate.

On one hand, peace always sounds like a good idea. But on the other hand, do we have the courage and principles to act like the Amish who amazingly forgave the killer who entered their school house and shot ten of their young daughters (killing five)? Do we have the strength of the Amish to say, when it is over, “We must not think evil of this man.”? Would we ever, with grace, seek to help the killer’s family too? Is the ‘Amish way’ possible to practice in international politics? Could we ever absorb events like the events of 9/11 and forgive and offer aid?

I know the answer is probably no.

But can anybody come up with a better answer than smart bombs?

Monday, March 19, 2007

Marching for Peace

“Nice War, Ass-face!”

Sentiments expressed on placard at 03/18/07 Peace Rally & March

“…Christianity says that you should love your enemy. It certainly doesn’t say that you should vaporize his children. But it goes much further than that. It says not just abide your enemy, not just tolerate him, love him.

Well it is important to ask, what does that mean? Is this just window dressing, or do the Christians mean it?”

Carl Sagan – The Varieties of Scientific Experience

I observed Portland’s Peace Rally and March on Sunday. According to the Oregonian, there were likely more than ten thousand people demonstrating a desire to end the war and get our troops back home.

In a stunning example of cognitive dissonance, a tiny portion of ‘peace’ marchers appeared to be practicing terrorism, hatred and/or police-baiting. These marchers proved to be the exception to the rule.

Creating a solemn moment, these participants use draped coffins to educate viewers like me that for every American casualty, there are at least fifty Iraqi casualties.


Can a smile in a parade change the world?


Walking around with a camera in your hand tends to make you an observer and not a participant. Watching the peace rally, I wondered if it could possibly do any good. Do the sheer numbers send a message? Here then was the day’s most optimistic moment for me, when I saw these students marching together, their hands joined and their banners and signs suggesting positive alternatives for the future.



What would a Peace Rally be without the rally?

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Bridge of the Gods

“Long ago when the mountains were people…”

The Columbia River as seen from vantage point below the current Bridge of the Gods at Cascade Locks

The Great Spirit settled a land dispute between two brothers by giving them each territory on opposite sides of the Columbia. The Great Spirit made a bridge across the river as a sign of peace.

A natural land bridge on a somewhat smaller scale than the legendary one

The two peoples visited each other for many moons, but soon they became greedy and quarrelsome and began doing evil. The Great Spirit was displeased and stopped the sun from shining on them.

Clear cutting on the Pacific Crest Trail on the way to Table Mountain

The people had no fire and when the rains came, they became cold. They began to pray to the Great Spirit for fire.

Cloud shrouded trees at the edge of the Columbia

The Great Spirit sent an Old Woman (who still had fire) to the middle of the bridge to tend the fire for the people on both sides of the river. In exchange for this task the Old Woman was made young and beautiful.

Soon, the lodges were warm again and the people lived in harmony.


Mt. Hood (Wyeast)

Wyeast, a chief from south of the river and Klickitat a chief from north of the river began to vie for the attention of the beautiful young woman (Loo-wit) who tended the fire.


Mt St. Helens (Loo-wit) and Mt. Adams (Klickitat) ... um, o crap, maybe the one on the right is Rainer...um...but for sure the flat one on the left is St. Helens

Wyeast and Klickitat became jealous of each other. They fought. Their people took up the fight for them. Many warriors were killed.

The Great Spirit became angry and broke down the bridge. He turned the chiefs into mountains. Wyeast became Mt. Hood. Klickitat became Mt. Adams and the woman they fought over became Mt. St. Helens.

Even as mountains, the two chiefs continued to fight, sometimes hurling hot rocks and flame at each other.

Mt. St. Helens (not as pretty as she used to be)

Geological studies suggest that, not so long ago, a good portion of Table Mountain sheered off and slid into the Columbia, a historical event that may be the basis for the Bridge of the Gods legend.


Table Mountain as it appears from a logging road somewhere above Gillette Lake

NOTE: My source for this paraphrase of the Bridge of the Gods Legend is found in Indian Legends of the Northwest by Ella E. Clark. Evidently, Professor Clark's source for this Klickitat variant of the story was a woman named Lulu Crandall, a historian of the Dalles area who had some familiarity with Klickitat Indians because of her 'pioneer childhood'.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Self-conscious Beavers


The way I understand it, we are all descendants of an original replicator. Our D.N.A. convincingly shows that almost all life is related. If we trace our ancestry through the evolutionary bush, it goes something like:

Initial mystery replicator – bacteria – sponges – worms – things with backbones – fish – mammals – beavers – primates – monkeys – hominids.

The inference here is that humans are simply animals, yet a resounding majority of humans prefer to think that humans must be much more than just animals and cite as evidence special human features like opposable thumbs, the ability to brew beer, self-consciousness, oral and written language skills, culture, and eternal souls.

Nobel laureate Francis Crick, in his book the Astonishing Hypothesis almost apologetically tries to explain that, “… “You”, your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will, are in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules.” Mr. Crick knew he would have an uphill battle to fight in trying to share his ideas for a scientific search for what is often called ‘the soul.'

While researching chimpanzee social and family life, Jane Goodall has done much to cause a re-evaluation of what it means to be human. Unfortunately, there are not many wild chimpanzees in Portland to study, so I have had to make do with beavers.

As mammals, beavers and humans have much in common. We both change our environments to suit our needs (building dams for instance). The big question is whether or not either one of us do so consciously and with intelligence.

Cuneiform script. One of the earliest known forms of written expression


The rise of the first big human civilizations seems to be concurrent with the human capacity to communicate through the use of abstract symbols.


While not as refined as cuneiform script, this example of ‘incisor-scription’ (proto-beaver text) shows some similarity to Hebrew script (below).


Indeed, the beaver script is often found carved into long logs which very much resemble scrolls.


So far, I have had little success in deciphering the beaver artifacts available to me. This may be due to a possibly erroneous assumption that the 'incisor-scriptions' are an alphabet based system. Many examples of early human writing include systems based on pictograms.


When considered in this way, 'incisor-scriptions' provide tantalizing evidence that humanity may soon be sharing the earth with another conscious species.



Who can examine the central character in this phrase and not recognize the sensitive portrayal of ‘coyote’?

Skeptics may argue that finding meaning in the tooth-marks left by beavers is about as plausible as finding the face of Jesus in the patterns on a grilled cheese sandwich. We are after-all, pattern-seeking animals, often able to read meaning into situations that are bereft of meaning.

Still, the likelihood that other forms of consciousness may be hard for us to recognize doesn’t necessarily mean that other forms of consciousness are impossible. Would we recognize the evidence for alien consciousness if we saw it?

Beaver Totem at Smith & Bybee Lakes

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