I support Hillary Clinton for president.

I support Hillary Clinton for president.

I don’t like to dive into political conversations or debates but I had to get this out because it’s so uncool to say it and I’ve been deluged with so much other information that would lead me to believe that she’s not a candidate worth supporting or that I should hide my support for her.

I’m not a big follower of politics and find politicians in general to be some of the lowest scum on the planet. With eyes open, I fully am including Hillary within this category. (And Bernie.) Trump is his own category and I won’t comment any more on him because the media and even his naysayers have given him way too much press. Please take the mic away from him. Democracy is great but we need to be careful with the good ole fashioned populist hate-mongering.

I get my news mainly from NPR, The Economist, BBC. I’ll read the WSJ and The National Review to balance out my views. I’m not a registered Democrat---though fairly liberal on social issues, I can be a staunch conservative on some fiscal matters. I’d give my ear to a rational Republican candidate, though we were too busy listening to a big blowhard shout for any rational Republican candidates to appear on my stream. I like my news to whisper, to trace out the nuances. If it shouts, if it simplifies, if it looks at one side and makes the other side out to be an imbecile, if it makes the complicated world within which we live a meme, I shut it off. I will not tolerate heavy-handed one-sidedness. I will listen to those with views very different than my own—as long as they don’t shout. Or even worse, simplify without respect for others. We all need to do a better job of not just listening but empathizing with those that are different from us.

The very first reason for which I support Hillary is that she’s a woman. This, I know, is a very superficial reason to support a presidential candidate. But very important.

There is a very positive correlation between women’s rights and economic prosperity and poverty reduction. For the past 200+ years, we’ve lived in a country in which the only thing that could be commented on with regard to a woman and the White House is the color of her dress.

For 39 years, I’ve watched women get silenced, trounced upon for having an opinion, for doing things. We’re an extremely sexist nation. And what we don’t realize is that this sexism hurts men, possibly even more than women. It really hurts us all. Having a woman president won’t solve it, nor is voting for someone because they are a woman a way to solve it.

At first glance, I wished it were someone else, not Hillary. She's a Clinton, she comes off as insincere, she’s so uncool (see the memes comparing her music interests and those of Bernie—come on, Bernie bros, that’s just childish). She is insincere, but I believe that’s because, even more than men politicians (let’s face it, we all have public personas), she has had to have this very fake way of talking to even have a chance of being heard. In her starkly boring pants suit, she has had to play it very safe as a woman, much more safe than a man. She can’t just blurt out her opinions without thinking them through, like a man in a "real" suit. But what she’s got is real experience. She’s been on the big stage, she’s taken big hits. Not even Obama has been as mocked and held to more completely unreasonable standards.

And yet here she is. Totally unflappable. Totally strong. Solid. She’s a horrible campaigner (no wonder people think she's so uncool), but she’s the only one able to speak with any depth about policy. She’s someone who gets the details. Someone who can act like an adult. Who can compromise when necessary, someone who has our financial security in mind, someone who has made mistakes, but has grown, someone who isn’t a demagogue painted as a unicorn.

If you get Bernie off his one issue, he stumbles, he falls back on a self-righteous, blame others attitude. This paint the rich as the enemy really shoots us in the foot. It’s a very crooked and unfair world--I’d like to see campaign finance reform, I’d like to see some reformation of our 2-party system, I recognize income inequality as a very major issue, I wish education were more affordable, but you get rich by working hard and being smart and not whining about people who have more than you. The Rich are not the enemy. It’s the Us versus Them mentality that’s killing us and I hate to see a candidate spend so much time continuing to divide us.

Am I inspired by Hillary? Not really.
Should politicians be inspiring? Not necessarily.
Am I inspired to vote for Hillary? Absolutely.

I have not felt the Bern one iota. He strikes me as a well-meaning person. I find his speeches rather dull—just another old white guy pontificating. And not really in any depth. Or with much regard to reality. I’m also very much over the “savior” mentality. I voted for Obama twice because I thought him to be a very thoughtful, pragmatic candidate, infinitely more talented and more inspiring than Bernie. I really think Obama’s handled the job with a lot of grace and dignity, despite the naysayers. Obama experienced so much opposition in this country, partly because of a latent racism so obviously present, but moreso because the media, the pundits, put so many unreasonable expectations on him that he became painted like a savior. And though I really respect him(despite the fact that he's made lots of mistakes and he's not perfect), he ain’t no savior. Nor is Bernie. And having a savior mentality makes it very difficult to overcome the fact that nobody is a savior. The Bernie bros have already shot Bernie in the foot by painting him as a savior.

There are lots of other quiet, maybe overly pragmatic, Hillary supporters like me. She’s winning the popular vote, too, all voting conspiracies aside. If Bernie overcomes the voting conspiracies, the Super Delegates, and the evil establishment, I will reluctantly support him, too.

Paddling BC

 Chilliwack Lake, BC

$13.33/# for potato chips, the eat local myth, Real Food, and Farm To Fable

Laura Reiley's top-notch investigative reporting in her article in "Farm to Fable: At Tampa Bay farm-to-table restaurants, you're being fed fiction,"  which appeared in the Tampa Bay Times, really pins down a number of important issues in Americans' attempts to eat better, eat more local, and what we're really trying to get at...eating more "real food." Judging by comments, the article drove people to a lot of anger towards restaurants. And people should be mad. Reiley exposed just how rarely restaurants really are serving local fare despite their chalkboards announcing local producer names and nearby farms. But maybe American consumers should be more mad at themselves.

I looked at a bag of potato chips being sold nearby: $1.25 for 1.5 ounces of salt and fried potatoes. If my math is right, that's $13.33/pound. Meanwhile, I sell premium-quality line-caught wild salmon from Alaska for $10.33/pound. Delivered to the customer's door (shipping included to all 50 states). And I've read comments and heard on the phone from Americans that it's expensive to buy fish. Fish with so much more nutrition and so less nasty fat and salt than those chips that cost not only $13.33/pound, a full $3.00 a pound for more for a lot less nutrition but also cost us so much in hospital bills (heart disease, type II Diabetes sound familiar, anybody?)

The Farm to Table movement and other food fads have put unrealistic expectations on all of us.

The expectations for restaurants these days are completely unrealistic. I was speaking with a chef friend, owner of a very hip, very high-quality farm-to-table type restaurant, and he was telling me about butter. He used to spend $600 a year on butter. Then his customers wanted organic butter. So he started spending $4000 a year on butter. And then his customers wanted local organic butter. Which he got. And he started spending $8000 a year on butter. The cookies are really damned good and worth it because, as anybody who bakes knows, the secret is in the butter. But...there's a reason restaurants order from Sysco, the largest food distributor probably in the world. You can save $7400 a year ordering from Sysco. And get plain old butter. And a good number of clients aren't going to notice the difference. This chef friend got just the nastiest review on Yelp when he served a $13 burger, made with ingredients all sourced within 50 miles of his restaurant. He  lost money selling that local burger, but nevertheless, people are nasty cheapskates. My chef friend does lose money at his business, but it's a labor of love. He didn't pay himself last December because he wanted to be able to pay his top-notch employees during the holiday season. Yet he gets complaints about his "expensive," albeit super-delicious, high-quality food made with locally sourced ingredients, nutrition, and lots of value. I'd like to see the Yelp reviewer write write the same review about those $13.33/pound potato chips.

But clearly,  there are two issues: economies of scale and distribution. For all the local food devotees, it's hard to come to grips with the fact that moving a 40,000-pound container of food attached to a big Kenworth truck is a lot more efficient than the farmer in his pick-up truck making local deliveries. I'd really hate to say it...moving that container is also, in general, more environmentally friendly than that farmer driving around in his pick-up truck with half a pig. It's also a reason I'm not too sad when I see cheap electronics "Made in China." What makes me sad is seeing food "Made In China." What people don't realize is that American industry sells a lot more important goods to China than the cheap electronics and junk we get from overseas. Like the fish company I work for. Chinese pay much bigger bucks for high-quality fish "Product of USA" than even Americans do, so we end up selling a lot more fish in Asia than you'd think. It's just a sad statement on American priorities: Per our GDP per capita, Americans spend a lot less on food than other countries where salaries are lower. It's a priorities thing...

I really blame the consumer here. For a dollar or two, people are willing to sacrifice quality, nutrition and health. We'll take the Thai shrimp harvested by slaves in dismal conditions over shrimp harvested in the USA. For a few bucks. It's all it takes. Meanwhile, American toddlers' vegetable of choice is...you guessed it....potato chips.

I can't get too mad at the restaurants. The supply chain is opaque at best. It's so rare to find a producer that has the time, the skills, the persistence to walk up to a restaurant and start selling direct. The producers are busy producing! Same thing for a chef. A chef might make a contact who produces a cage-free heritage breed chicken for him and he orders once. How does the chef maintain the relationship? Can the producer sell these chickens year-round? Does Mr. Chicken farmer have the health regs in line? Can he legally sell direct to the restaurant? Should he be able to sell direct? Some times the regs are ridiculous, but there's also basic food safety. Recognizing that food safety regs can be just plain crazy, food safety, to me, is still more important than local, organic.

Restaurants have something like a 90% fail rate at best. I've watched so many try to do the right thing and go out of business. It's really hard when we're a country that prioritizes cheap shit from China over eating well. I've just watched too many American friends who have TVs bigger than cars who spend several hundred bucks a month on video entertainment (cable, Netflix, Hulu, X-Box, etc.) and don't bat an eye. They get these over-sized TVs once every 2 or 3 years so they can see "every blade of grass" when they watch golf and so the experience is "better than going to the movies." These same people freak out over spending a couple of extra bucks on quality food. And restaurants cut costs to stay alive or make up stories about selling produce from John the Farmer down the street.

All of this relates indirectly to the common myth we have in our minds of hungry people being skinny. In this country, hungry people are more likely to be obese. Because, not just because they can't afford unprocessed food (because as I've shown, you get more value per $ with unprocessed food), it's because they haven't been educated to not eat the junk. It's easier to acquire junk food. The distribution model does indeed favor going to the convenience store and getting expensive, nutrition-less, value-less food. The difficulty/challenge isn't: Eat local or Eat organic. It's recognizing the value of eating real food.

When people get overly dogmatic about eating local, I go back to a conversation I had as a freshman in college about how lucky we were to have Orange Juice. In the middle of winter. In Washington state. No matter how you dress it, orange juice in Washington state isn't very local. Yet, as a modern American, I find it a basic essential. A little perk of being alive in the developed world in 2016. Sure, we could harvest and dry the needles of Douglas fir (reported to have pretty good levels of Vitamin C) or harvest some devil's club (another supposed flu fighter), and that would definitely be more "local" than drinking OJ. My wife and I do drink a fair amount of Doug fir tea and devil's club tea. But heck, I like orange juice. In winter. In Washington state. If harvesting devil's club became a popular fad, I could easily see rain forests in the Pacific Northwest being stripped bare of ground cover. Given economies of scale, growing conditions, and how we've made more efficient transportation logistics in the modern world, orange juice is a nice perk.

There are also other certain economies of scale that certain places enjoy and I'm really glad that we're able to take advantage of the great efficiencies made in transportation logistics. The growing seasons are longer in California, Texas, and, of course Mexico, where the labor is cheaper, too. Why not take advantage of these economies of scale? I like root vegetables in winter, too, but it's nice to have other things, too. It's okay to get strawberries from Mexico in February if you're really craving them. Sure, the local ones are going to be better, more nutritious during those 3 weeks in summer when they're available, but if you've got a craving for pineapple and you live in Wisconsin, get a fricking pineapple. Don't beat yourself up about it. Or, if you want potato chips that cost $13.33/pound, go for it. It's your choice. But being compassionate with the idea that it's difficult, and sometimes, maybe not even necessary or prudent, for restaurants to go completely "Farm to Table." Stop getting hung up on food fads and recognize that every food choice you make has consequences, both positive and negative, on your health and the physical and social environment.

On Neal Stephenson's Seveneves

Neal Stephenson's Seveneves (2015) is just massive and hard to synthesize into a blog post, but I had to do it to help myself work through its themes. If you're interested  in reading it and don't want a SPOILER, stop! There are a number of twists and turns that I had to work through, and some of the surprises are worth working through on your own.

The plot's basic premise is that the moon explodes into 7 large chunks. In fact, that's the very first line of the book. Running a variety of experiments, scientists learn that planet Earth has roughly 2 years before these large chunks eventually become small bolides that will rain on the earth for several thousand years. Time starts again at Zero, when the moon explodes. During the two years of preparations for the end of the world pre-Zero, humanity "casts lots" to send "arks," not unlike Noah's, into orbit. These Arks contain humans selected by the casting of lots. Those selected and a lot of digital genetics stored on hard drives will be  the genetic material to start a new planet Earth. In essence, they're saving the species by sending the best and brightest from each community. You can imagine how sour the politics could get here with the Casting of the Lots, though.

The novel can be broken down into 3 basic parts: 1) Zero and the  two years leading up to Zero; 2) The Hard Rain, and within this time we have the Arks, the Break, and the Big Ride; and 3) 5000 years later.

The novel imagines a scenario in which the world ends and we have sufficient lead time to prepare, but it really succeeds in envisioning what re-building the Earth might look like and what humans are capable of to make that happen. But what stands out is that Seveneves illustrates how natural and deeply ingrained humanity's tendency toward division really is. From the start, the instinct to form factions rather than coming together is powerful. There are the Arkies (those selected to be on the Arks, during the Casting of Lots) versus the GPop (the General Population of Space Station workers, necessary technical personnel on the Space Station that was already in orbit prior to the moon exploding).

Then there is the Big Break that separates the factions. The Arkies send a contingent to Mars never to be seen again while the GPop brings a comet back--the water from the comet is potable when filtered, can be used to grow crops, and the hydrogen when split from the oxygen makes for propellant for the spacecraft. But it's a huge endeavor with all dying on the mission except for one.

Later, we have the Sooners/Indigens versus the Spacers, the Diggers versus the Spacers, and then the Pingers. The Spacers are those that went to space and comprise the the GPop and Arkies who spent the 5000 years after the Hard Rain first living in the valley of a huge asteroid where they re-build and then plot to repopulate the Earth. The Diggers are a group of miners, who at Zero, buried themselves sufficiently deep in the Earth to survive the Hard Rain, much to the surprise of the Spacers. The Sooners are the first Spacers to inhabit the new Earth that has been terraformed with comets. The Pingers evolved from those stuck in a submarine at Zero.

If wolves became poodles in only a matter of a few generations, you can how imagine how the Pingers adapted/evolved underwater and how the Spacers and the Diggers differ not just in philosophy and mannerisms but also even physically. At this point, keeping with the theme of our natural division, it shouldn't surprise to know that the Diggers think the Spacers unwelcome cowards for having left the planet.

The Spacers are divided between Blue and Red. Red's good at creating their own narrative, propaganda if you will, while Blue are the technocrats, the engineers. They seek knowledge, but aren't as good at politics.

The Blue and Red are larger factions of an entire society divided based upon the  Seven Eves. The Seven Eves are the last human beings left in Space after the Hard Rain. There are actually 8 women, but one is already in menopause. Men don't do as well in space--take up too much oxygen, more vulnerable to radiation, and most end up doing the risky jobs because they realize their oxygen intake is taxing the air filtration system in Space, so that's why there are none left during the first council of the Seven Eves. One of these Seves Eves is a geneticist and the other six work with her to form their progeny, picking out the characteristics of their offspring, who swear allegiance to their race; in essence, their Eve. Julia, or JBF, is the president of the United States at Zero and it's "her idea" to build the Arks and "her idea" to go to Mars--she's full of division, politics, smooth talking, and the ability to influence. Clearly a Red. There's Ivy, the captain of the Space Station and technically left in charge after the previous Space dictator dies getting the comet with the new Space Constitution. Ivy seeks knowledge and so do her progeny. A Blue. Dinah's father is the first Digger and her boyfriend the one of those who died getting the comet, so Dinah makes her progeny heroic. There's Aida, She pronounces Aida's Curse at the first council of the Seven Eves in which it was decided how to proceed with the genetic information available. The curse is that the Seven Eves and their progeny will always be divided and Aida develops a number of sub-races designed to counter the strengths of the other races. Aida's quite competitive. One of the more interesting Aidan sub-races is the Neoander--a neolithic Neanderthal--that comes from her learning that most Europeans still have some Neanderthal blood in them, which is good because they have big brains and are big and strong... And so on...

We learn 5000 years later that what was going on in the Arks and the Space Station is being filmed by cameras capturing 3 angles of every conversation and every decision being made. The footage of which, studied and analyzed, with dissertations written about specific moments, becomes the Spacers' Epic. All of the Races quote their Eves as Gospel. Another crucial side effect of the Epic is what becomes known as Tad's mistake. Tad was a blogger and heavily trolling and screeding on social media. It must be noted that there is a Spacebook. Tad blogs all of the events, questioning some of the technical decisions being made at the time of the Break. He has quite a following, and even convinces his fellow Arkies to cannibalism when they get desperate. He live Tweets eating his own leg. But meanwhile all we see him doing during this time in the Epic is trolling and looking at space porno. Despite his purported scientific expertise, which some of his followers take as gospel, he makes no contribution and just trolls. I'm sure most of us have some Facebook friends like that, making no other tangible contribution to humanity other than trolling, from their sample size of 1. Tad's mistake is alive and well.

One thing is clear and Stephenson elucidates it very well: The future is robots. And robots will be how we re-build planet Earth, at least in Stephenson's imagining. But it's going on now. More and more of us will have our jobs taken not by immigrants and foreign factories, but robots. It's neat to see what they're capable of...but at what cost?  It will be a question of philosophical import for the next few centuries at least...Another fascinating concept Stephenson introduces is Amistics, which is the propensity of cultures to either embrace or scorn technologies, sometimes seemingly in an arbitrary way, like why do the Amish uses roller skates but not cars?

Stephenson hits a few other really important and poignant philosophical and technical questions: An essential part of science is what has become known in this era somewhat poignantly as "Wargaming," which is the idea that, given a scenario, you can play out (like a video game) every possibility to come up with a statistical model, a bell curve, of every possible outcome. What's unique about the end of the world is that you don't have time to run a program for every possible scenario. There's a character, Dr. Harris, a thinly veiled Neal deGrasse Tyson, who, when pressed for info on what will happen, says: "We can't run this experiment a 1000 times to see the range of different outcomes. We can only run it once. The human mind has trouble with situations like that. We see patterns where they don't exist, we find meaning in randomness." This great line alludes to one of my sourest complaints about people unfamiliar with science. And herein lies a great danger for our future. Everything these people with myopic vision of themselves and the world see is framed in a data set of one. An n of 1 confuses people--making them feel that what they experience is all that exists, that it must be gospel. Of course, seeing the world this way is unscientific, it's irrational, but it's also just plain dangerous, and explains the great rise of extremism and the proliferation of hardliners having a disproportionate percentage of voice in our national and international discussions. Though only a tiny theme in a novel with much bigger implications, I'm glad Stephenson presents this concept of the "n of 1" and shows the fallacies of thinking too unilaterally. We're really killing ourselves with the extremism and you can see the bad effects imagined in this speculation of what the end of the world and its re-building will look like.

In the end, what Stephenson shows is how humans react to calamity, the potential to end the world: with war, with entrenched belief systems that cause hyper-reactionary responses like intolerance and violence. To the cynic, maybe that's not surprising. However, despite the propensity for unfounded beliefs and sometimes violence, we see that humans are also capable of profound loyalty and friendship. We see the Diggers and the Pingers' ability to hang on, the Spacers' propensity to build a new world. Humans are guided by a Purpose or what they purport to be a Purpose. Something bigger than themselves, bigger than the stupid wars, the politics and all the other bullshit we have to go through to be who we are.

Seveneves is a trip. And I'm glad I rode out the 800 pages. Great stuff. Not just sci-fi or speculative fiction--what it has is great characters in who you can really see the human condition. How it was, is, and probably will be.

On 80-hour Box Sets

30 Trips Around the Sun: A Review

In a time when everything is distilled to short 3-word memes, quick posts that are funny for a second or two and relevant for less, and music that's streamed once and forgotten, I've decided to go deep and against the grain, to be defiant. Longer books, more meaningful movies, emails and blog posts that attempt to be thoughtful and hopefully of value tomorrow and the next day. That's why I'm going with 80-hour box sets.

Box sets as a genre are going to have imperfections, things only a true fan would love. That the Dead are able to keep releasing recordings of their live shows after 20 years of releasing live shows and they've still got really good material, some of it outstanding, and nobody's really bored yet of the re-releases, is a testament to the treasure trove of music and good times that the Grateful Dead left us with.

30 Trips Around the Sun is a selection of one show per each year of the 30 years that the Grateful Dead were active playing as a group (1966-1995). 80 hours. My wife and I listened to each show in chronological succession, every minute, appreciating the evolution of the band. What really struck us was how the band never, ever, not for even one minute, stood still. They were constantly evolving, experimenting to improve their sound, both from a musical perspective and a technological perspective. Did they have some off years? Absolutely. Horrible years, there were a few shows, dare I admit it, that were barely listenable even for a true fan. But even in the off years, or the shows when their playing was inconsistent or uninspired, there was a progression of growth. You could hear the band members growing as people, growing as a single unit, even during the years when they were going their separate ways.

People only superficially aware of the Dead tend to write them off as '60s nostalgia, but not for one second did the band indulge in nostalgia. Like Miles Davis, they were both musically and technologically a decade ahead of their peers once they really found their feet.  Because when the band really worked, it wasn't about one guy, it wasn't about some egomaniac hogging a mic as the cocky leg-splitting lead singer or some folkie self-indulging his own misery or a show-off doing some pyrotechnics on a guitar. Though for his chops we could easily put Jerry alongside a Jimi Hendrix and make a case for him as one of the best rock guitarists and without question he certainly was the most versatile. Actually, I'd call Jerry the best folk banjoist that ever decided to play jazz guitar with a rock band. As Bob Dylan eulogized Jerry at his funeral in one of the most fitting praises I can think of: "There are a lot of spaces and advances between the Carter family, Buddy Holly and, say, Ornette Coleman, a lot of universes, but he filled them all without being a member of any school. His playing was moody, awesome, sophisticated, hypnotic and subtle. There's no way to convey the loss. It just digs down really deep." In the same way, the rest of the band members had their own unique sounds but knew how to fit together. Is Phil Lesh the greatest bassist ever? Emphatically no. But did Phil Lesh pioneer a completely new sound for the bass, did he bring a completely new approach to rock bass by bringing classical music trained chops + Jazz feel + avant garde sound approach to fit into a band, to actually listen to his bandmates, to create a sound as a whole that was completely organic and absolutely authentic. A superficial listen to Bob Weir and you would think he was the most awkward guitarist ever, but he was really Jerry's McCoy Tyner, a perfect compliment. And probably the most original rhythm guitarist that ever lived. Each drummer brought so much to the band, without ever taking over as individuals. Billy kept it simple when the band needed it most and Mickey made time and rhythm and the polyrhythms he created absolutely imperative to the band and the band's sound. The Grateful Dead worked when all members worked as a single collective unit. The whole is better than the sum of the parts is the thesis of the Grateful Dead.

There are several undisputed peak periods for the Dead--February of '69, Spring of '72, Spring of '77, and the 1990 Spring tour--though great cases could be made for Fall '72, Fall '73, summer of '74...well a real fan could pick out times and shows throughout all of the 30 years. What really struck me were the surprises. Just like when you go to a Dead show or any live show with performers rooted in improvisational music, what inspires and entertains are the surprises. Sure '66 was interesting from a historical perspective and the '67 show was a gem, a real treat to re-visit and appreciate. What's clear, though, is that Phil Lesh and Jerry carry the band musically, and PigPen is the wildly entertaining front man, but they haven't completed coalesced as a unit (they're almost there).
 The band becomes outstanding when everybody equally contributes. The '68 show is beautifully played. But the first real barnstorming, mind-blowing show should not have been a surprise--the show from February '69. I should have been mentally prepared for it. Even non-Dead Heads are familiar with Live/Dead, also recorded in February '69, and widely regarded as a masterpiece. Music critics touted it as containing "the finest rock improvisation ever recorded," and I would argue that it etches in history some of the peak moments of human creativity ever. I should have been prepared. I've listened to other shows from February '69, but when we listened to the 2/22/69 show at the Dream Bowl in Vallejo, California, I had no desire to listen to music again for 10 days or more, so satiated was I by the absolutely mindbending show. A real pinnacle moment. This show should not have been a surprise, but it was, and dare I say it, better than the Live/Dead album that put the Grateful Dead on the map.

My personal favorite era for the Dead is, as for many, the period between '72 and '74. And the shows here weren't a surprise. '72 majestic (though Jerry's guitar isn't perfectly perfect into the mix on the second set, though), '73 perfect, '74 sprawling, weird with that clear, clear '74 sound. No surprises. The Dead only played 4 shows together in '75, their hiatus year. And the show selected from that year started off as a dud. But there were some interesting takeaways for me. This show from Kezar Stadium in SF was one of their first big free shows in SF since the Flower Power days and you can hear the free, trying to be sunny in the city vibe. The band is out of practice and hard to listen to at the beginning, but surprisingly comes together in the second set. Not the technically most proficient show of the box set, but I'd call this latter half of the second set another surprise and it was fun to listen to on a rare sunny January day in Skagit county driving country roads.

It must be said that '80 through '83 are unlistenable and I don't think I'll return to these shows. What's interesting is that the band's recordings switched from analog to digital and the recording quality dips tremendously. This is a huge testament to "Bear" aka Owsley Stanley, without whom we would not have the Dead, and Betty Cantor-Jackson, who were real geniuses when it came to live recording. The recordings they made of the Dead in the 60s and 70s have a big warm and clear sound and are just as beautiful as it gets. Bear's '66 analog recording of the Dead is of much higher quality than the shows recorded from '79 through '84. Digital could not match the analog recordings they were making. The 1984 show selected from Augusta, Maine was the next really nice complete show. Great energy that you can feel throughout. But the biggest surprise for me was their 9/18/87 show from Madison Garden, NYC. This show is just as good as it gets. The best version of "Sugaree" since the 16-minute versions from May of '77. Just perfect. The "Terrapin Station" as clear, as perfect as I've heard. We get to hear Jerry singing in Spanish--pretty good Spanish, too--on a brief "La Bamba" that comes sandwiched in a "Good Lovin'" following probably the best version of "Morning Dew" in the modern era that the Dead ever did. Outstanding stuff.

And my next big, big surprise is that my wife actually started to like '80s Dead. At first, she was averse to it. Like a lot of Dead heads, she didn't like the '80s sound. Brent is good, but those weird keyboard sounds he made...they're kinda cheesy sometimes. You've gotta love Pigpen in the late sixties and Keith's jazzy keys were such a perfect compliment to Jerry in the '70s, so Brent had huge shoes to fill and it's hard to start listening to Brent when the Dead you know is the early stuff. But then, like I've said before, you have to appreciate the evolution. It's easy to love 80s Dead when the shows are so good and you can feel Brent breathing so much life into Jerry and the band, taking them to new levels, which you can hear in '84, '85, even the earlier shows (just bad sound quality). Each show following '87 is absolutely outstanding, though. The '88 selection, a show from the Oxford Plains of Maine with an absolute delicious version of "Bird Song" during which a hang glider flew over the crowd right as Jerry was peaking on a solo and you can hear in the crowd, you can feel in the music, that something wild and magical was happening. It finishes off with an extremely emotional "Dear Mr. Fantasy>Hey Jude" and then a "Not Fade Away" with the crowd chanting the lyrics of the song for 5 minutes after the band leaves the stage. Just beautiful, beautiful tear-jerking stuff. The '89 show has the darkest "Dark Star" 30-+ minute meltdown of the modern era and is also just packed with both emotion and good playing. 10/27/1990 from the Zenith in Paris is crystal clear and emotional. Great to hear the band full of chops, playing tightly together, and the always playful Bruce Hornsby accompanying them with his great jazz piano and accordion. And what a wonderful addition to the box set, a complete show with Branford Marsalis on sax in the 1991 selection. The Dead loved Branford and Branford loved the Dead. That Branford could keep up with the Dead is a real compliment to the guy and that the Dead--"just a rock band"--could keep up with Branford shows just the full talent of them and their chops as musicians. As Branford said, "Guys who play jazz and don't only listen to jazz knew those guys." "Jerry had a unique style of soloing. There are a lot of musicians with a one-style-fits-all mentality." Not Jerry. "Jerry found a way to adapt to whatever the situation was and add a color." What's amazing is that '92 keeps going with that energy. In the '94 selection, the band is as tight as ever. The nice thing about the later years is that the Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter songwriting is in its Golden Years with chestnuts like "So Many Roads" and "Days Between."

The chronological succession of shows is a testament not just to the music but the technology that preserved the sound of each of these shows. The Grateful Dead were not just a band, but a traveling family of technological wizards who were always at the forefront of making extremely clear sound. Everything they did was to make sure that everybody had a good time. It only could have started in the Silicon Valley/Bay Area, an epicenter of engineering and creativity. When these wizards built their infamous "Wall of Sound" the hallmark of their '74 tour, it wasn't about being loud but about the guy in the very back row, a quarter mile away, being able to hear the music just as clear as the gal dancing in row 8. Very egalitarian. Very much in the spirit of that ancient myth--is it Egyptian or Navajo--of the Grateful Dead. Here is a business organization that kept their concert ticket prices very reasonably priced even after a Billboard Top 20, which was only one and not very popular anyways. But they were consistently one of the top grossing touring bands, even with the ticket prices that were a tenth of what the big, popular bands were charging.

One enormous addition to the box set was a beautiful booklet that told the story of the Dead chronologically, the strategic, creative, and financial decisions that led them through their 30 Trips Around the Sun. As a student of business, I had to appreciate the marketing decisions. Long before the Internet, the Dead were really the first to take advantage of connecting band with fans with mailing lists. Long before Facebook, listservs electronically connected fans who compared notes on shows, allowed them to trade downloads of show bootlegs, and gossip about the band. The Dead pioneered ticket mailing schemes, trying to keep it all egalitarian, giving everybody a chance to get a good seat. In the off years, Phil Lesh wrote in his autobiography/biography of the band, the band kept playing just so that their office staff/technical support/roadies could continue to have salaries and health insurance. It really was a family/egalitarian effort. They kept going even when they probably should have taken a break.

Yeah. 80 hours. Yes, there are some shows that I will not return to in this box set. But I made a point to pick up the unique, the beautiful, 2 to 4 songs from each show, and I made a highlight playlist. It's at just under 20 hours. I know. Another mammoth box set in itself. But that's the beauty of box sets.

The next box set I'm going through is another 80-hour one: All 22 shows from their 1972 Europe tour. Truly the Golden Age of the Dead. Sure, there are some legendary shows. We know. The Europe '72 double album was how I was introduced to the Dead and it really is a gem and I get a little weepy thinking about it, because it's just that good, but I know what will matter, will be the surprises in this next mammoth box set.

Box Sets are perfect for DeadHeads. The music of the Grateful Dead is tedious, it's long, it's hard to get into for the uninitiated, it's full of zits and imperfections, but what we like doing is finding the gems, the surprises, the moments when, as Bobby Weir would say, "it's just exactly perfect," and when we find these moments, after long hours of fruitless exploration, it's just better than sex. It's just about as good as life gets. And that's what art is. 

Land of Mixed Use

The Lorax Trees and Canadian Suburbia

In a social media world in which everything is framed and filtered to display an irreality, it's important to see the world for what it is. That for everything we do there is an impact. That for each of us born more resources are extracted, that our capacity to destroy is as great as our ability to create. That our world isn't an amusement park. That it's a land of mixed use.

The smell of creosote and freshly cut wood.

Like machinery from a Star Wars film, we've made a science of destroying things. 

Winter is coming...to Soggy Saddle

 Winter is coming...to Soggy Saddle. Whatcom Foothills. Here's the other side of the Saddle seen through a snowy day.

Mar and me walking through the snow

A Perfect Day with the Buddies, Canyon Ridge, October 24th, 2015

October 24th was my birthday and I did what I most like to do: an Autumn hike in the Mount Baker wilderness with my buddies. We took the Canyon Ridge trail through high mountain old growth forest with ancient hemlocks, silver fir, Doug fir. Dry mushrooms--boletes, russula--marked our path. An owl hooted in the distance. The mountain was grand, the trail especially quiet, with the exception of a stellar's jay that followed us along the way, making its squawking noises. Here we  Buddies are together looking out at Mount Baker in its glory.

 Clouds forming over Mount Baker on the lonely trail out to Canyon Ridge.

 Happy Mar enjoying his forest walk.

 What has been hitting me lately in our walks is the intricate textures of each overlook. A variety of trees at different ages, avalanche chutes, complex valleys--could you imagine an overland walk to the point on the upper right portion of the picture?

As a gift to ourselves, a birthday gift for me and a 6 and 1/2-year anniversary gift to ourselves, we got these shiny objects to display our buddy power. Made by Jerrod Galanin, a Tlingit Unangan multi-media artist from Sitka, Alaska. Kirsten's ring has a raven on it and my bracelet has a bear eating a salmon. With both of our spirit animals represented, we have Buddy Power!

We came down the mountain and had a delightful pizza and some lovely porter at The North Fork Brewery and Beer Shrine​. 

Bell Pass

Easton Glacier on the South Side of Mount Baker from the lonely Bell Pass trail.

Pensive Mar

Fleeting Lu

ELECTRO-STAY

 An ecotone is a region of transition between two biological communities. In this case, the wild backside of a wilderness full of cougars and bears meets the front porch of a seaside community and its electrical supply. We sat under this electrical substation, the wires buzzing. It would have been a perfect place to see a cougar or an alien.

The electrical field must have been so powerful that it completely fouled my navigational device, which put us somewhere off the coast of West Africa. It was a strange portal we walked into.