Hot Dogs and the Rest of the Story

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My first job out of graduate school (many moons ago)  was as a children’s librarian at a public library in Jacksonville, Florida. My boss was a fundamentalist Christian who used to invite me and the other children’s librarian into her office every afternoon for a mini sermon on Christianity. This sermon usually consisted of boss reading something from the Bible. In retrospect, I realize she could have gotten fired for this, but in those days of long gas lines and big unemployment, no one rocked the ship. At least, not anyone I knew.

My refuge was the film department across the hall, where employees could rent projectors and movies for free. Yes, that’s right. This was in the days before personal computers, Google, the Internet, Netflix, and all the other techie wonders we take for granted. So one weekend, the film librarian and I rented a short movie called Hot Dogs for Gauguin and were in stitches. This short was one of the funniest and most poignant movies, short or long, that I’d ever seen. The filmmaker, Martin Brest, was an NYU film student at the time, in his mid-twenties. I wrote him a fan letter, a real letter – no email, remember?

We corresponded for months, with Martin talking about stuff that was in the works for him, that he was headed to the American Film Institute under the auspices of some BIG director. Was it Oliver Stone? Scorcese? I  can’t remember. Someone major, at  any rate.

During our correspondence, I changed jobs and went from social work to teaching Spanish to hormonal 7th graders.  Brest went from NYU to the American Film Institute, and ended up at some point in South Florida. So we got together during his weekend here.

I lived a block from the beach and suggested we go UFO hunting one night. Martin resisted. It turned out that he didn’t believe in much of anything – not UFOs or psychic phenomenon,  life after death or reincarnation. In other words, to him, my belief system was a joke. You can tell this friendship  was off to a great start, right? Yet, this is the guy who years later, directed Brad Pitt and Anthony Hopkins in Meet Joe Black (1998),  a remake of Death Takes a Holiday, which describes the plot exactly: death takes a vacation.

In 1984, Brest directed Beverly Hills Cop and in 1992, he directed one of my favorites, Scent of a Woman with Al Pacino, and then there was Meet Joe Black in 1998, and in 2003, a movie called Gigli. This last film was supposedly a monumental flop, but  I didn’t see it, so I don’t know.   Since then, nothing.

Where is Martin Brest? He’s now 61 years old, not old for a director. Look at  Ridley Scott now 74,  or Clint Eastwood, now 82,  and you have a sense of cinematic vision.

So,  I loved Meet Joe Black and its original version, Death Takes a Holiday.  At the time I saw the movie, I was shocked he had directed it, he who didn’t believe in much of anything. But all of us change and evolve through our explorations in life.  So, Martin, here’s the deal.   I’ve got this novel Esperanza, with a script in progressand its sequel, Ghost Key, that have after life themes.  Let’s do lunch. In the meantime, please call my agent.

 

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Synchro Macabre

The summer has been quite gloomy in Wales, not much sunlight, not many warm pleasant days. So maybe the weather has affected the synchros coming out of the Welsh realm. This one from Jane Clifford might make you swallow and touch your throat.

On one recent day, she and her ex-husband, the father of her two children, got together  and during their conversation, Mr. X mentioned that he’d been upset for a few days after watching a gruesome documentary of the hanging of a Nazi after WWII. The first two attempts failed and they had to hang him a third time before he died.

Jane mentioned episodes of Shakespeare on TV that had been filmed there in Pembrokeshire, then for no particular reason asked which royal personage had been beheaded badly. Her ex responded:  Mary Queen of Scots. Her head  was still attached after three blows and was finally cut off with a knife.

The conversation turned even more macabre when they discussed what they’d heard about how long heads retained consciousness after a beheading. Supposedly, 20-30 seconds, determined by blinking eyes and moving lips.

A while after Jane’s ex left, she heard a noise at the door, opened it, saw nothing, but then as she closed it, the door got jammed and wouldn’t close all the way. She opened it again to discover that she had beheaded a toad in the inner corner of the door. Yuck!

We weren’t going to write up this one – a bit too weird–but then hours later, Jane wrote back.  Here’s what she said:

“Was just chatting online with a chap about precognition and he shared a precognitive dream he had when young. He was dating a girl and dreamed that she was in a white coffin in a white dress and he knew it was precognitive. His family moved away, but not long after he heard that the girl had died in a car crash and was beheaded.”

“Might be related to the toad,” she added, “but UGH. These things come in threes.”

That was plenty enough for us. After all, let’s not lose our heads over a synchro!

Gulp.

 

 

 

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Crossroad Press: One Big Synchronicity Machine

                                                 legendary editor Max Perkins

We’ve talked frequently on this blog about paradigm shifts and one of the biggest shifts is occurring in the publishing industry. The days of Max Perkins are definitely gone. As technology opens up all sorts of exciting new venues, authors whose works may never have seen the light of day now have options that weren’t available just a few years ago. Already, there are success stories.

Recently, our writer friend Ed Gorman told us to check out Crossroad Press.  Ed isn’t an easy guy to impress, but he was so excited by what Crossroad was doing with his backlist titles that we decided to check out the company. As you’ll see, this outfit is markedly different from the competition. They don’t charge authors anything, and that in itself is astonishing.  As founder David Wilson says, the company is “one big synchronicity machine.”

How did Crossroad Press come into being? What synchronicities were involved?

I have always said that Crossroad Press is a pleasant accident.  I set out a few years ago to try and get my own backlist onto the Kindle.  That was how it started.  I learned (very slowly and painfully at first) how to format an eBook, how to convert it to various formats, what worked, and what did not.  My day job is as an IT Manager, and I’ve been a web designer for many years, so the initial skills necessary for the task were already in place.

As things came together, and I started to look like I knew what I was doing, a couple of friends asked me if I could help with their books.  Very quickly I realized that to do so for free was a bad idea, because eventually all I’d have been doing was helping people with eBooks and never writing, or working on my own material.

That is the point where I started to develop my business model – very heavily weighted in favor of authors.  Not greedy, in other words, and not impatient for overnight riches.

Every stage of growth has come about because of chance encounters, spur-of-the-moment decisions that turned out to be accidentally brilliant, and the simple, honest approach.  We started out approaching authors with big back lists of books, and soon found that authors were referring friends, others were searching us out, and before long the numbers swelled dramatically.  At this point it’s a constant flow of material in, and out of the system, and very nearly every day we add something… either a new book to be worked, a new author to get to know and work with, or a new book to publish and promote.

The simple fact is that the entire company is like one great synchronicity engine.  I even have the face-up penny on a chain around my neck that I found one day when a particularly large number of good things happened all at once, and with no effort on my part.

What is Crossroad’s philosophy?

Authors first.  That’s the basic philosophy, and it’s worked well for us.  We are quick and honest in responses.  We fight to keep our overhead as low as possible so we can maintain the 80 percent to the author model that we started with.  We don’t believe authors should work in the suburbs, while agents and publishers maintain offices in expensive NYC complexes.  No words left behind would fit in as well…anything an author has written should be available to readers. Old, new, off-the beaten path, whatever.  The boundaries on “shelf-life” simply don’t exist any longer, and words moldering away on a hard drive make me sad.

How is your company different from some of the other e-book publishers and distributors, like Smashwords, Argo-Navis, or Lulu?

It’s important to remember that we ARE a publisher.  None of those that you mention are publishers.  Lulu is a POD print service.  Smashwords is a distributor (and we still work with them to reach a number of retail outlets).  We are a publisher in a “newer” sense of the word.

While we specialize in bringing back the back-list books and stories, we also have developed several original series – as well as publishing new novels by the established authors we work with.  We have moved into print, and audio, and we recently got our first Publisher’s Weekly review on one of those original titles. It’s a slowly growing machine.

It is a common misconception that Crossroad Press is in any way similar to a publishing “service.”  There are a lot of those out there, willing to convert, scan, edit, and even publish and distribute books – but almost always for a price.  Even Smashwords, which pays pretty well for the books they distribute, leaves the conversion, formatting, cover art, etc. to the author.  There are a number of agents and “publishers” out there now asking authors to pay a set-up fee, or buy their cover art – things an actual publisher would never do.  We are an actual publisher.

We never charge an author for anything – that’s not how it works.  If I’m your publisher, I pay you.  I get cover art for the book.  I get the manuscripts formatted and edited.  If they need to be scanned, we scan them, reformat them, and get them back into shape.  That’s our job.  One of the biggest mistakes a lot of authors make, I believe, is in trying to do all of those things themselves for all of their books. If you aren’t very good at it, it takes a lot of time, and the more time you spend doing frustrating work or trying to find and pay someone to do it – the less time you are writing.

So…while we are not a traditional publisher, we are starting our own NEW tradition.  I believe it’s catching on.

What genres do you publish? Do you publish non-fiction?

We publish a little of everything.  Since my own background is in Sci-fi, Fantasy, and Horror, my contacts tend to be stronger in those areas, and so it has taken longer to build our lists in other genres.  Now we have thrillers, mainstream, new age, mystery, young adult, children’s books – and hope to move into other genres soon

How is the landscape of publishing changing?  Where do you see the industry five or ten years from now?

Pretty obviously, the New York City publishing machine is shrinking. There are still a number of big-name authors, and big houses that continue to churn out the books and sell in the millions, and they aren’t going anywhere immediately. But I see little evidence that those houses are working in the way they used to to build the next generation of talent.  There are simply too many options for a talented new author for them to wait two, maybe three years to hear from an agent who will send their book to a dozen places that will take from six months to another year or two to respond.  The world is moving more rapidly – it’s possible to compete from a more independent platform – things are crumbling and shifting all over.

Places like Amazon, who have moved into more traditional publishing, are vying for slots and status that previously only the big few in NYC could muster.  Some independent authors are rivaling or besting traditionally published best-sellers.  While I don’t buy into the “anyone can do it now” philosophy that seems to have spread across the Internet, I do believe that companies such as Crossroad Press, where we embrace new technology, pay attention to what is going on, and treat people with honesty and respect (both authors and customers alike) will set a new standard for what publishing actually means.  Some people are comfortable doing everything themselves, others like structure – we fall somewhere in the middle

What’s your long-term vision for Crossroad?

I can say that I actually have one now, which was not always the case.  I think we are poised right on the brink of becoming a force to be reckoned with in the digital publishing world.  The more we grow, the bigger the names we’ve been able to associate ourselves with, and all of our books gain from those new associations and contacts.  I’d like to see Crossroad Press become my retirement in a few years…the thing I’ll do until I’m too old and crotchety to manage it.  The love of my life, Patricia Lee Macomber, has been invaluable in building this – being an award-winning writer and editor in her own right.  Dave Dodd, my business partner has made the business side of things workable and helped me build this into something real.  Everywhere I’ve turned I’ve found talented people ready and willing to help build something new and special.  That, then, is the long term goal. To remain something fresh, new, and special.

How are e-books changing the market not only for what the populace reads, but for authors?

I’ve been going on a long time here, so I’ll make this answer short and to the point.

For authors, doors have opened. All my career I have run into two blocks.  Agents and publishers want you to write what you’ve always written, or they want you to write what they perceive as the “hot” market.  If you are a successful mystery writer and have a mainstream novel you want to sell, the odds are that traditional agent/publisher team will discourage you, and, failing that, will simply tell you they don’t know how to market it – or make you use a different pen name.  That barrier is gone now.  In fact, at Crossroad Press I ENCOURAGE people to bring out those books, ideas, etc. that have not been published for the above-stated reasons.  How ridiculous is it to force an author to write something other than what they really WANT to write?  How much better will the books get when that freedom is returned?

For readers, I don’t know that it will change things so much, except that the lower pricing might bring back more spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment book buying, and the variety is greater.  That, of course, is a two-edged sword.  There is still the question of quality – and that is why I believe that a new-model publisher like Crossroad Press has a solid place in the changes to come  The books we publish come from established authors in most cases, and in those where they do not – come from referrals, or carefully vetted new books.

Are you open to publishing new writers or do you want only published authors?

I mentioned earlier the wait time for traditional publishers.  Crossroad Press has a very small staff, and we are constantly busy.  To maintain a slush pile and try to seek out and work with new authors takes a lot of time, and a lot of manpower, that we just don’t currently have.  What we do is work with established authors on their backlists.  Often those same authors have unpublished works, sitting around for one reason or another, and we try to gather those in as well – and then new book, but –again – usually from our “stable” of authors.  It would be unfair to new authors for us to attempt to run a slush pile at this point in time because we would then become part of the problem, holding things too long, responding too slowly.  There may come a day when we can move into that world – but before it happens, we’ll have to find a business model that works better than the old one.

Are the ebooks you publish compatible with all reading devices?

Currently, we publish in ePub (Nook, Kobo, Apple, etc.) Mobi (Kindle) PRC (an older Kindle format) and PDF (readable on most devices and PC’s with free software.  If another reading platform comes along that requires a new format, we’ll be quick to figure it out and make it available, because accessibility is one of our priorities.  It’s also important to note that our eBooks are DRM free.  What that means is that a savvy book buyer could buy our Kindle Books, use a program like “Calibre” to convert them, and read them on his Nook.  There are a lot of arguments on both sides of the DRM issue, but we have chosen the one that makes books available to the most people with the least trouble

How does your audio books program work?

We do all of our audiobooks through Audible.com’s ACX program.  It’s a fairly new program, about a year old, I think.  What we’ve been able to do is to get a lot of books that never had a shot at audio when first published available, and to work with a lot of talented narrators along the way.

My entire program would not exist, or be possible, if it was not for Jeffrey Kafer – a very talented narrator and engineer – who has mentored me in the world of audio, and worked with me as engineer on literally all of my projects.

The ACX system is fairly simple – in theory – and any author with a book on Amazon.com can participate. Again, though, there are solid reasons to go through a publisher like Crossroad Press.  For one thing, Jeffrey Kafer.  We do our own mastering of final files.  We know a number of very talented narrators, and have working relationships with them.  We are one of the heaviest users of ACX and work as closely as possible with all of the people behind the scenes there to get as much out of the system as possible, including some world-class narrators like Dick Hill, Nick Sullivan, John Lee and Bob Walter, and some promotions that would be much more difficult to attain individually.   We pay 65 percent of all money made on audiobooks back to our authors, and they have to do (pretty much literally) nothing.  Since these are books that would likely never have made it to audio otherwise, it’s like found money.

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We were so impressed by the company’s philosophy, that we submitted five or our backlist titles: Rob’s Edgar award-winning Prophecy Rock and Edgar nominated Hawk Moon,  and three books Trish wrote as Alison Drake: Tango Key, Fevered, and High Strangeness. Tango Key is available here in different formats. Other backlist titles are in the pipeline.

Paradigms, shifting.

 

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Numerology with a Homonym Twist

While driving around town taking care of minor chores, I happened to catch part of an NPR report about an aspect of Chinese culture related to numbers and words and the power of belief.

Later, I did a bit of research and discovered the key to the way many Chinese related to numerology is through homonyms. In other words, if the word for a number is the same as a word that is auspicious (吉利) or inauspicious  (不利), the number has power. Specifically, the numbers 6, 8, and 9 are considered auspicious.

For example, the word for eight  (八  Pinyin: bā) sounds similar to the word which means “prosper” or “wealth” ( – short for “發財”, Pinyin: fā). In regional dialects the words for “eight” and “fortune” are also similar, ie. in Cantonese “baat” and “faat”.

There is also a visual resemblance between two digits, “88”, and 囍, the “shuang xi” (“double joy”), a popular decorative design composed of two stylized characters 喜 (“xĭ” meaning “joy” or “happiness”).

As a result, there is great interest in obtaining telephone number with one or more eights. A Chinese man interviewed on NPR said his aunt was involved with giving out telephone numbers and people often offered to pay for numbers with eights. Here are examples of the popularity of eight.

  • A telephone number with all digits being eights was sold for USD $270,723 in Chengdu, China.
  • The opening ceremony of the Summer Olympics inBeijing began on 8/8/08 at 8 seconds and 8 minutes past 8 pm local time (UTC+08).
  • A man in Hangzhou offered to sell his license plate reading A88888 for RMB 1.12 million (roughly USD164,000).
  • The Petronas Twin Towers in Malaysia each have 88 Floors.
  • The Air Canada route from Shanghai to Toronto is Flight AC88.
  • The KLM route from Hong Kong to Amsterdam is Flight KL888.
  • The former United Airlines route from Beijing to San Francisco was Flight UA888.
  • The Air Astana route from Beijing to Almaty is Flight KC888.
  • One of Cathay Pacific’s flight numbers from Hong Kong to Vancouver and New York is CX888.
  • Singapore Airlines reserves flight numbers beginning with the number 8 to routes in China and Korea.
  • As part of grand opening promotions, a Commerce Bank branch in New York’s Chinatown raffled off safety deposit box No. 888.
  • An “auspicious” numbering system was adopted by the developers of 39 Conduit Road Hong Kong, where the top floor was “88” – Chinese for double fortune.

What makes this particularly fascinating is the apparent global synchronicity involved. In Western numerology, eight also is closely linked to money, wealth, and prosperity. But without the homonym.

Of course, just as many Western people don’t take numerology seriously, some Chinese people regard these beliefs about numbers as superstitions. We’ve got two eights inn our land line, four eights in our three cell numbers, and one eight in our address. So we’ll stick with the connection between eights and prosperity.


 

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Beethoven

This particular flash mob isn’t so much a mob as an ode to joy.

 

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The Koi Pond Synchro

 

When 7 Secrets of Synchronicity was published, we gave a copy to our neighbor, Annette, who had never heard the term, but knew what a coincidence was. Once she and her twin had read the book, they both dropped by one evening to tell us how many synchronicities they had experienced over the years. As identical twins, a lot of their synchros involved telepathy and precognition, but also other things.  We wrote up a couple of these, including their experience with a ghost during a cruise.

As a result of their reading the book, they began to notice synchronicities occurring more frequently and whenever one happened, Annette or Janette would say, “Synchronicity!” Annette’s kids, Dawson, now 11, and Maddie, now 9, heard the word so frequently that they grasped the meaning without anyone explaining it to them.

So this evening, Annette drops by, excited about a synchro she and her kids experienced.

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“So, okay, Dawson has been talking about how much he would like to have a Koi pond. He was bugging me about it today, and I told him that when his Poppa (grandfather) comes to visit, it’s something the two of them can work on together.

“About an hour later, our garbage disposal died and we had to go to Loew’s to buy a new one. There, at the end of a counter, was a Koi kit, one of those do-it-yourself build a Koi pond. Dawson spots it and says, ‘Mom, it’s a synchronicity. It means we should get the Koi pond.

“Well, we were there to buy a garbage disposal, not a  Koi kit, and I again told him that when his Poppa arrived, it was something they could do together.

“After we got home, Dawson, Maddie and their friend Zack left with a fishing net and headed over to the nearby canal to see what they could catch – fish, lizards, armadillos. About twenty minutes later, I walk outside and see a Koi pond in our driveway. A Koi pond, that’s three Koi things in about two hours.”

“That’s a cluster,” I said, and asked where the pond had come from.

“The house that’s in foreclosure,” Annette replied.

This house, which bit the dust during the financial meltdown in or around 2008,  is creepy. It looks like something out of a Stephen King novel. The yard is horribly overgrown, the screen door on the front porch hangs by a single rusted hinge, the windows are covered with dirt and grime, and the wooden fence lists to one side. It turns out that the Koi pond pictured in the photo above was just sitting in the driveway. It was not there yesterday, when Rob and I biked down to our neighborhood park with Noah.  We figure it was dumped there, as other  items have been since the place went into foreclosure.

So Dawson (on the right), Maddie (the only girl),  and Zack hauled it back to Annette’s driveway, piece by piece, stone by stone, and posed for this photo, the three of them covered with dirt and ready to install the Koi pond in the their backyard.

“Pretty cool, isn’t it, Ms. Trish?” Dawson calls as he’s hauling stones. “Our synchronicity.”

“She says it’s a cluster, Dawson,” Annette tells him.

There’s something very gratifying about a couple of young kids experiencing and recognizing synchronicity. It’s also amusing that Dawson, who really wanted the Koi pond, not only recognized the synchro, but tried to use it to convince his mother that they absolutely had to buy the Koi kit.

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By the end of the day, the Koi pond was finished!

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Nanny magic

Here’s another historical synchro, this one related to a nanny who raised not one, but two British prime ministers. Once again, we have absconded this story from Beachcoming’s Bizarre Historical Blog.

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When Churchill died in 1965 at the age of 90 there was one picture by his bedside. The picture was not of his wife (though their marriage had been a success), nor of his children, nor of his parents. Rather it was of his nanny who had left the earth seventy years before. As in many upper class British and American families of the era Churchill had a distant relationship with his parents. He described his American mother as being a far-off and rarely glimpsed star. And his true confidante and friend growing up was the governess Mrs Elizabeth Everest, who Churchill chose never to forget.

He visited her on her death bed (where she worried about his wet clothes). He tended her grave in later life and retained her image, as noted above, at his bedside–a memory of her soothing face.

Much is made of this remarkable lady by modern historians (who liken her as an example of upper class child-rearing) and  Churchillians: one blog described her as the Nanny who Saved Western Civilization. In Churchill’s My Early Life he gives her, certainly, full praise. While the young Churchill was in many ways a rather unbecoming fellow, discharging pistols into the faces of Sudanese tribesmen and bullying other members of his unit, he did at least remain loyal to this member of the lower orders who had animated his early years.

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But there is something else about Mrs Elizabeth Everest that the Beachcombing blogger had difficulty making sense of.  It’s a synchronicity and Beachcoming had said elsewhere that finding meaning in coincidences is for the ‘weak minded.’ Well, it seems he has joined the pack.

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When Mrs. Everest (no relation to Mt. Everest) moved on from the Churchills’ employ she became a nanny to another British family, the Attlees, where she stayed for the two remaining years of her life. The Attlees were an unremarkable upper middle class family with a tradition of serving their country in the law courts, and one of the children she took care of was Clement Attlee, then aged ten.

Later, Clement would lead the Labour Party in the Second World War, serve ably in the war cabinet and then take over from Churchill after the 1945 general election. Churchill came up with a whole battery of insults for the rather plain but well-meaning Clement: ‘a sheep in sheep’s clothing’, ‘an empty taxi drew up and Clem Atlee got out.’ Needless to say, they did not have particularly good relations: though they managed to generally remain civil to each other in some very tense situations.

Amazingly, one woman nannied two successive British prime ministers! If the Attlees had been part of the aristocracy then the coincidence would be a little bit easier to swallow. After all, there were perhaps a thousand families there, many of whom belonged to the British governing class: it could happen without too many sixes being rolled. But the Attlees were part of the upper middle classes and we are speaking here of tens thousand different families in London alone.

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In the end, Beach decided that maybe some coincidences are meaningful and synchronicity is the nanny of our everyday reality. Well, he didn’t exactly say it that way, but we did!  😉

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Objects in Chinese Sky

This object was photographed in China and there were supposedly multiple witnesses. I’m fascinated by these photos and videos of unknown objects. There are so many of them these days. Or perhaps there were always a lot of them and the current technology simply makes it easier to share them. Here’s the related story.

In July 2010, another object in China skies forced an airport to cease operations. That incident made the news in the U.S.

On August 18, 2011, another object in China’s sky prompted authorities to close Jiangbei International, a major airport in the country.

What’s interesting is that when you click onto the above links and scroll down to the comments, you’ll find a comment by someone called bjdcharlie. Ole Charlie, whoever he is, says these photos are “totally not amazing.” One is an insect, the other is a camera with a flash at close range. OK, Charlie. Please. That’s the best you can do? No mention of Photoshop? No sense of curiosity? No WTF moment? Maybe they’re just genuine anomalies. You know, U(nidentified) F(lying) O(bjects) – UFOs.

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Dolphins in the Tank

May 24, 2012

Since our daughter’s internship at Disney’s Epcot is finished June 7, we decided to take advantage of the free passes employees get, which entitles them to bring six family members or friends into the park. This perk of Megan’s job is quite nice, when you consider that in 2012 the prices for admittance to Disney are steep: $135 for kids, $155 for adults – per day.

We initially planned to see two kingdoms – Epcot and Wild Kingdom- and hoped to work the visit around our 4 PM meet and greet backstage with the dolphins Megan has been around for the last six months.  But two kingdoms in a single day is  rather like planning to do 14 European countries in a weekend! We never got any farther than Epcot, and this world of the sea turned out to be plenty in a single day.

As you enter the park, a tremendous white ball dominates the skyline: Spaceship Earth.  We did that ride years ago, and it would have been fun to do it again, but on the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend, there was a 90 minute wait outside, in the 90 degree heat. We opted for the air conditioned pavilion.

In the aquatic center, Megan took us to the dolphin and manatee area. Here’s where she spends anywhere from two to four hours a day, giving talks about manatees to whoever is congregated at the railing, hoping for a glimpse of one of the two manatees.  Lou and Zail  were injured by boats and brought to this facility to be rehabilitated. Lou is missing 90 percent of his dorsal fin and Zail is missing 60 percent.

They have their own area in the tanks, where every day they are each fed 100 heads of lettuce flown in from California. One of Megan’s jobs is preparing this lettuce for the two manatees, a job that turns her fingernails green. She showed us the huge industrial sized fridge where the lettuce is stored.  That’s some of the lettuce floating on the surface of one of the tanks. I took this photo before Megan said, “Mom, you aren’t allowed to take any photos backstage.” I promptly slipped my phone in my back pocket, and secretly wondered how I could manage to take a few more. That sunlight, by the way, is from a skylight.

We walked back into the kitchen area, where interns and employees are preparing other types of foods for the four dolphins and hundreds of fish, turtles, and other creatures that live in the 5.7 million gallon saltwater tank.  This tank is so large that the Spaceship Earth, in the photo at the top of the post, would fit inside of it.  But I didn’t really get a sense of just what that means until we were taken to the top of the tank, for our meet and greet with the dolphins.

Before that happened, though, Megan took us into the office area shared  by the trainers and interns. On one computer screen are live shots from security cameras that cover most of the backstage area of the aquarium, the area off limits to everyone except employees and their guests. We met Barb, who has been training dolphins since “before Megan was born,” and Leslie, who started in the field when she was just 17 (she’s now in her late 40s) and has been at Epcot for a decade. We had to leave our personal belongings in the office – which meant no cell camera! – and we had to remove all jewelry except watches.

Barb grabbed four buckets of fish and we followed her upstairs to the top of the enclosed tank. From this vantage point, the tank is utterly massive, but only 27 feet deep. It’s sectioned off, has small floating docks where the trainers and guests sit, and also has an area where the divers enter the tank several times a day to feed the various creatures.  The salt in the water is carefully controlled and the entire tank is cleaned daily by – yes, you guessed it! – the interns.  As Megan says, she has done about 50 scuba dives during her internship and is  now an expert in cleaning up manatee poop.

So Barb stepped down onto the floating dock first, and Rob, Megan and I sat down on either side of her. The buckets of fish were to her right. It struck me that our meet and greet with the dolphins at Dolphins Plus in Key Largo, where Megan did another internship while in college, was much less structured. That facility is open to air and sunlight and the environment is  more natural.

I started feeling sorry for these Epcot dolphins, I couldn’t help it.  Yes, they are well cared for, always have enough to eat, have buddies to chum around with. But they never see sunlight or breathe outside air; the  entire facility is air conditioned. At Dolphins’ Plus, you’re outside, at the edge of the Atlantic, the sun pouring down, and ocean water flows through the fences that keep the dolphins in the facility tanks. At Epcot, the salt and temperature of the water in the tank are carefully controlled, but it’s not ocean water.

The meet and greet with two of the dolphins was great. I love the way their skin feels, I love their wise eyes, their natural exuberance. They were beautifully trained in that they followed all of Barb’s hand signals. I could feel her genuine affection for these creatures and I understand that she and the other trainers and researchers are making important discoveries about dolphin cognition and language because of this facility. But it’s the equivalent of you or me being confined to a cave – a very pleasant cave where there’s plenty of food and a community of sorts and life is pretty good. Except. You and I never see sunlight, never feel the touch of outside air, never prepare our own food, never really own our lives.  And every day at certain times we must do tricks for our keepers.

“Do dolphins sleep?” I asked, hoping these two did so they could dream.

“We think so – half their brain sleeps, the other half remains awake,” Barb said. “One researcher remained underwater with a mother dolphin 24/7 during the month after she gave birth. That dolphin never slept.”

“Can dolphins commit suicide” Rob asked, “by holding their breath?”

“No,” Barb replied with a firm shake of her head. “No way.”

Some people say otherwise.

The dolphins sent us on our way with a noisy, wet good-bye. We went back downstairs and for the longest time, I stood in front of one of the many aquariums, depressed about the dolphins, but  spellbound by these guys:

And that’s the bottom line, really. Epcot is impeccable in its message about the conservation of aquatic life. Their  exhibits ignite excitement and curiosity in the minds of kids – the next Jacques Cousteau or Jules Verne. But. Okay, I understand why the manatees are there. They were badly injured and were rescued. But with the dolphins, there has to be something better, more humane. How can any cognitive studies on these dolphins relate to dolphins in the wild?

Yet, on a deeper level, do dolphins, do all creatures, create their realities just as we humans do?

Did these dolphins choose lives at Epcot?

 

 

 

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Stephanie’s Hummingbird

I came across this wonderful hummingbird synchro on Mike Clelland’s blog, and the author, Stephanie, allowed us to repost it. There’s something magical about hummingbirds, and Stephanie’s name reminded me of another Stephanie,  the macaw from Costa Rica whom we wrote about.

While I was writing up this post, , a friend emailed me that she was relishing the rain that was falling in her backyard in Virginia and watching the multitude of hummingbirds gathering around the feeders outside her office window.

A third reference to hummingbird would make it a very nice cluster synchro!

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from Stephanie:

Years ago I was living in a mother in law ‘type’ apartment (built with a connecting wall to a larger bungalow style house). The place has a lot of windows that look out onto a grove of lovely oak trees.

One sunny afternoon, I was laying on our couch downstairs in a room with big windows, I was near the door that leads out to the patio. It was gorgeous out and the door was open. I was reading one of Paul Devereux’s works, most likely “Shamanism and The Mystery Lines” in which he discusses the Nazca lines in Peru.

I wondered to myself about the hummingbird figure which someone made on the Nazca plane. It’s quite strikingly graphic, but I’ve never seen a hummingbird in anything like that particular position. It’s a beautiful work, but it struck me that the position of the bird is so unnatural and I remember feeling stumped at how the artist came up with that curious interpretation. (I’ve taken a number of college level art classes, including life drawing and art history, so I’m familiar with the process.)

Wondering got me nowhere fast, and I realized I was a little peckish. I stood up to go to the fridge and get some cheese when I heard a buzzing sound. Looking towards the sound, I saw that a little male Anna’s Hummer had got into the house and was trying to leave by flying through the window.

If you’ve ever seen a bug trying to get out a window, this little man was engaged in the same pursuit, staying against the glass at the edge of the window and slowly moving up and down, wings a blur. The angle formed by the edge of the window made it easy for me to slowly approach the little hummingbird and close my hands around his body, all the while saying: “Let me love you, let me love you.” I wanted to convey my intent, though I’m sure my heart was beating as fast as his!

I walked outside a few steps and opened my hands to let the hummingbird fly off. I looked down as I lifted my right hand, to see the hummingbird lying prone in the palm of my left hand. It was positioned with beak stretched out to the front and wings extended to each side. Exactly like this:

Within a second or two he realized he could fly away, and he did. Now I wonder under what circumstance the ancient artist held a live hummingbird in his or her hands.

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