A FEW MORE OF IRIS

MEET IRIS JOSEPHINE SCANNELL

Little Iris came a little sooner than expected. She was born on January 24, 2016. Her due date was February 11th. The little stinker broke Julie's water a few hours after her baby shower. She was born at 3:49 pm at The Birthing Inn in Tacoma. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 1 oz. and measured 19 3/4 inches. There was a slight look of disappointment in her eyes when she realized that her bedroom was actually the family room, but I promised to get her her own room as soon as she can count to ten.  

INFORMATION DELUGE MORE EFFECTIVE THAN OLD-FASHIONED CENSORSHIP

There are two ways to control inciting ideas: deny people access to them or bury them in a sea of useless information. Today in America, we have access to just about everything, yet 99 percent of this information is distracting, irrelevant, or simply wrong. Meanwhile the Chinese have limited access to social media, blogs, and accurate historical information about their country. Most people view this as the most insidious form of censorship, but to me there is a huge upside to this old-fashioned style of censorship. The problem with keeping information from people is that eventually--as history has always shown--people will find it, and the act of censoring or hiding it actually acknowledges the informations' power and worth. In a world where many people struggle to establish value for themselves, this act of censorship actually does the heavy cognitive lifting for those who may not be able to do so on their own.

In America we have a new approach to censorship. We make everything available: every useless, distracting, divisive, unfounded, ridiculous, baseless piece of information is only a click away. Mixed together in this useless sea of ones and zeros are the rare fish, the knowledge that could wake people up to the unsettling truths that are beginning to stack up all around us: That elites are amassing huge stockpiles of our resources, that the penal system is enslaving significant sections of our population, that the media serves to polarize all who indulge in it in the most effective divide and conquer campaign since the colonization of Africa, that corporations are raping and pillaging our planet, that people are being shot on the streets of our cities because we don't understand the subtle yet complex racism that is hard-wired into each of us, and finally, that the American Dream--one of the most powerful myths ever created--is only possible at the expense of others. People throughout the world suffer every day for our dream. And now the American Dream is a global ambition; our wasteful selfish lifestyles have become models for others, and our planet can't sustain it.

None of the truths I've mentioned are censored from the American people. Like all the nonsense, they are a click away. It is a cruel irony that with wisdom comes calm. The ignorant scream at the top of their lungs and draw all the attention. We live in a world with an unprecedented amount of distraction that works like a magicians slight of hand taking our eyes away from the crucial realities. 

ART THAT MOVED ME

This piece of art resides in the San Juan Island Sculpture Park, a 20 acre free park where 150 artists display their work outdoors. I liked many of the pieces I saw there, but the one pictured above really stood out. It is called Winged Victory and it was made by Sante Fe artist Anne Russell. For more examples of her work click here. The piece really made me think about the consequences of victory. It could be yours for $3,000.00.     

ROSS LAKE

Ross Lake has got to be one of the best kept secrets in Washington, and judging from the number of visits my blog is getting, it will stay that way well after this post. Most of the campsites on the lake are assessable by boat only. To rent a boat we had to hike in a mile to the floating resort shown in the third picture. You actually can't reach the resort by land, you have to locate the hidden telephone across the lake from the resort and request a boat pick-up (this isn't a joke). Ross Lake Resort started in 1950 when a enterprising young man bought all the floating houses that workers lived in while they were building the neighboring dam. Today the small resort has a one year waiting list due to its popularity. Unfortunately for the timing of our visit, wildfires were raging in the area and actually got worse over the course of our two night stay. Smoke from the fires can be seen in the first photo. By the time we got our boat back to the resort we discovered that they had actually been evacuated the night before. It made for a nerve-wracking hike out, though we weren't in any immediate danger. The whole experience gave me a new appreciation for how dangerous and destructive fires can be. 

MY AFTERNOON WITH A DEER

Cat Island is a tiny speck of an island just off the mountainous coastline of Ross Lake in Northern Cascade National Park. To see it on google maps click here. Cat Island sits about 50 yards from the adjacent shoreline. Julie and I arrived on Cat by small rowboat in the morning and set up our tent, then left to explore the lake. When we got back we found this deer in a neighboring campsite. It seemed as surprised to see us as we were to see it. I wondered how this deer came to be on the island. Perhaps there was a whole family of deer here. I decided to get my camera and go on the easiest tracking mission ever (the island can be crossed in any direction in a few minutes). At this point the island was also becoming engulfed in a hazy smoke from the nearby Thursday Creek wildfire, giving the sunlight a beautiful diffused quality great for photography. I found the deer without much trouble. I knew it was the same deer because she had black scars on her side, perhaps from a run in with a bear or a barbed-wire fence. The deer didn't run off when I approached her, so I just sat and watched her for twenty minutes or so. It was during that time that I noticed her full teats, and figured she was pregnant. I suspect this deer, sensing she was pregnant, swam to this island to give birth and raise her young in an environment that lacked any predators. I was amazed by the sophistication of this animal. I left her after a while and returned to my campsite to read a book. About an hour later the deer came right down next to me as if to say, "I'm curious to see how you live too." I wonder what she would blog about me.   

MISUNDERSTANDING GOD?

I find it hard believe that God wants anyone to own a million dollar yacht, so I take some offense to this ship named Trinity pretending to be bathed in Christian ideals. I'm fairly certain Jesus didn't die so this person could have an opulent boat.  There is a reason why people like Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Mother Teresa, and other godly folks lived modestly. There is something that comes with understanding the connectedness of all life that pushes people away from indulgence. Extravagance always comes at a cost to others, from the $10 an hour employee that gets cancer from breathing the marine epoxies that seal the boat's fiberglass, to the indigenous people who are kicked off their land so their teak trees can be harvested to make the yacht's cabinetry, to the innocent Arab families that have been killed as the collateral damage of war to secure the massive amounts of oil required to push the boat from port to port. Perhaps godly people are those with eyes that see these connections, but I'm not sure. Americans do a great job of isolating ourselves to avoid the uncomfortable truths about how our lifestyles effect people in other parts of the world we've never met. If you want to own a luxury boat because you feel like you've worked hard and deserve it, that's your business, but better to call it the Ayn Rand or the Bill Gates, and change the Jesus fish to a dollar sign. As we push deeper into the age of indulgence, I hope these connections become more apparent to the well-meaning well-to-do. Perhaps Trinity could discover some truth on a yachting adventure to Bangladesh to see where boat shoes are made.