Friday, December 27, 2019

Whitmarsh Lane

May the colors of Key West never grow less. There is something liberating about this town and it allows people to get quite creative with their color schemes. I'd never have credited olive green going well with bright pink but here we are and it looks good. 
Other places have lots to live up to when compared with the tropical colors of Key West. Which got me thinking about all those colors one gets to enjoy and not notice around town. I remember years ago reading an essay but someone living in Turkey and fed up with bougainvillea flowers. I still think back to that every time I see them because I like them. Pink on pink:
Fantasy Fest beads as decoration. originally these carnival beads were offered by people riding floats to women in the crowds to expose their chests. Now they have lost all meaning and end up being thrown everywhere as no particular reward at all.
Now this sign I liked  quite a  lot, hand painted for a bed and breakfast place they had two them posted in glorious technicolor detail not forgetting a depiction of the fragrant steam rising from a  freshly laid dog egg. Who could not be induced to love such perfection?
Especially when compared to this tedious mass produced signage. There must be quite a bit of undisciplined dog walking on Whitmarsh Lane. I hate people who don't pick up because my dog goes where theirs have gone and I seem to end up stepping in more than my share of forgotten abandoned eggs. Very annoying.
Green on green. Winter tropical colors continue to be noticed:
And of course blue on blue at the corner of Simonton and Olivia:
Winter is as much a  time of mellow fruitfulness as any other. because of my recent foray Up North to the land of winter twigs I appreciate full leafy branches all the more this time of year:
Pigeon Party on the Porch:
Dog, observed:
The observer and none too happy I think:
Unnoticed by a busy dog. 

Thursday, December 26, 2019

From the Archive: 1421

From December 7th, 2007 This consideration of a book still on my book shelf at home and never quite forgotten. Guns Germs and Steel got a completely dfferent reception a year earlier. 



1421

Bob agreed to wander through the bookstore with me, which came as a surprise. Bob had been retired for a while and he prided himself on being a doer not a reader. We had met while sailing the coast of Mexico en route, in our respective sailboats, to the Caribbean. Bob was a good friend and he and his wife Barb were excellent company, inveterate card players and excellent hosts. A retired electronics engineer he loved to fix things, and found my love of reading amusing but impractical. He told me he read perhaps one book a year. In this California bookstore Bob prodded me towards the shelves and started telling me I should read this and that. I nodded dumbly, astonished by his fervor. "This," he said. "You have to read this, it will blow your mind."

Well, I have to admit I was a bit dubious. He had previously recommended to me a book and in my opinion he got the thesis all wrong on that one. It was a good book, though, titled "Guns, Germs, and Steel," which posited that Indo-Europeans had received environmental advantages that helped put them ahead of rival cultures. Bob wasn't at all sure that other ethnicities could have profited from the advantages that Europeans used to get ahead. Europeans were the greatest, he said at the time. Not any more, nowadays Bob was reading voraciously and his world view was expanding, and he wanted mine to do the same.



The author of 1421, a retired Royal Navy Captain, spent 17 years researching a detective story about who actually traveled round the world first. The author's conclusions, beautifully detailed though perhaps according to his numerous critics  not so meticulously researched, would be absolutely devastating. He claims China sent fleets to all corners of the world where many of them crashed and sank and left behind colonies of Chinese sailors and concubines who created outposts of Chinese culture, genes and agriculture everywhere including Australia, South and Central America, Africa and of course to us most astonishingly, the United States. Hence he asserts the ubiquitous nature of the Asian appearance of native peoples the whole world over. Inuit and Incas, Fuegians and Aleut all have Chinese genes in them!
I loved his explanation of the famous Bimini Road, a strip of carefully placed underwater stones off the beach on North Bimini, obvious and simple in his world. Others have concluded the stones were placed by aliens or were part of the myth of Atlantis or some other rubbish. Menzies figures, with lots of research that the Bimini Road was a pair of slipways to haul the Chinese Admiral's junks damaged in a recent hurricane.
Not everyone approves of this re-write of history. Perhaps it is just a fictitious novel posing as history  but it is a fine yarn and I enjoyed it. Some other people did not apparently and they are quite miffed athe good naval Captain.

From Wikipedia this amalgamation of critiques:
Mainstream Sinologists and professional historians have universally rejected 1421 and the alternative history of Chinese exploration described in it as pseudohistory.[2][27][28][13] A particular point of objection is Menzies' use of maps to argue that the Chinese mapped both the Eastern and Western hemispheres as they circumnavigated the world in the 15th century.[29] The widely respected British historian of exploration Felipe Fernández-Armesto dismissed Menzies as "either a charlatan or a cretin". Sally Gaminara, the publisher for Transworld, the company which publishes Menzies's book, dismissed Fernández-Armesto as merely jealous, commenting, "Well, maybe he'd like to have the same commercial success himself." On 21 July 2004, the Public Broadcasting System (PBS) broadcast a two-hour-long documentary debunking all of Menzies's major claims, featuring professional Chinese historians.[13] In 2004, historian Robert Finlay severely criticized Menzies in the Journal of World History for his "reckless manner of dealing with evidence" that led him to propose hypotheses "without a shred of proof".[5] Finlay wrote:
Unfortunately, this reckless manner of dealing with evidence is typical of 1421, vitiating all its extraordinary claims: the voyages it describes never took place, Chinese information never reached Prince Henry and Columbus, and there is no evidence of the Ming fleets in newly discovered lands. The fundamental assumption of the book—that the Yongle Emperor dispatched the Ming fleets because he had a "grand plan", a vision of charting the world and creating a maritime empire spanning the oceans—is simply asserted by Menzies without a shred of proof ... The reasoning of 1421 is inexorably circular, its evidence spurious, its research derisory, its borrowings unacknowledged, its citations slipshod, and its assertions preposterous ... Examination of the book's central claims reveals they are uniformly without substance.[30]
Tan Ta Sen, president of the International Zheng He Society, has acknowledged the book's popular appeal as well as its scholarly failings, remarking, "The book is very interesting, but you still need more evidence. We don't regard it as an historical book, but as a narrative one. I want to see more proof. But at least Menzies has started something, and people could find more evidence."[31]
A group of scholars and navigators—Su Ming Yang of the United States, Jin Guo-Ping and Malhão Pereira of Portugal, Philip Rivers of Malaysia, Geoff Wade of Singapore—questioned Menzies' methods and findings in a joint message:[26]
His book 1421: The Year China Discovered the World, is a work of sheer fiction presented as revisionist history. Not a single document or artifact has been found to support his new claims on the supposed Ming naval expeditions beyond Africa...Menzies' numerous claims and the hundreds of pieces of "evidence" he has assembled have been thoroughly and entirely discredited by historians, maritime experts and oceanographers from China, the U.S., Europe and elsewhere.[26]
Menzies has created a website for his readers to send him any information they can find that might support his hypothesis.[13] Menzies holds that his website is "a focal point for ongoing research into pre-Columbian exploration of the world."[32] In response, his devoted fans have sent him thousands of pieces of purported evidence, which they claim serve as proof that Menzies's ideas are correct.[13] Menzies also says he uses information his fans send to improve his hypotheses.[32] Academics have emphatically rejected all of this "evidence" as worthless and have criticized what American history professor Ronald H. Fritze calls the "almost cult-like" manner in which Menzies continues to drum up support for his hypothesis.[13] In reaction to this criticism, Menzies has dismissed the experts' opinions as irrelevant, stating, "The public are on my side, and they are the people who count."[13]
The book was included in History News Network's list of the worst books ever written about American history.[

Like so many pieces of history if you give this one any credit at all you have to change a lot of other perspectives as well. It will never catch on and consider I read this book and wrote about it on this page in December 2007.  The idea that Chinese super cruisers sailed around the world long before anyone else has yet to gain serious consideration. Thanks to the human predilection for preservation of innate prejudice it never will. I remain intrigued. And is there anyone ready to explain Bimini Road with something other than Atlantis or Aliens?

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Snow Free Christmas

I used to work with Tracey, another civilian employee with the city of Key West, and he was always a joker while he looked after the police department cleaning jobs. Driving around Key West on his new job he got heads spinning with his mannequin passenger... and that cracked him up. Gave me a turn too.
I prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas when it comes to stress and social conventions. The gift giving and shopping and second guessing of a modern Christmas has always set my adult teeth on edge, especially as I have no children. But I have reached a stage where I treat the holiday as I do Thanksgiving and I embrace the concept of peace on Earth and ignore the commercial aspects of the holiday.  My work place goes all out to celebrate the joy of the holiday.
In any small town the police department is an integral part of the community and so it is in Key West, where among year round residents you end up working for the government or the hospitality industry. 
 This is the time of year when decorations celebrating Fall and Giving Thanks give way to the conventions and myths of Christmas, elves, Santa Claus and snowflakes, which have never been seen on the ground in Key West and might as well be a myth.
I actually think it's rather cool to see the relatively austere corridors of a city department not generally open to the public made familiar by personal effort and communal celebration.
Much to my surprise I found myself on the naughty list along with the other dozen dispatchers who keep the place running every hour of every day. Every other dispatcher is under 50 and most of them are in their 20s and early 30s and in a town noted for a lackadaisical attitude toward time keeping and reliability I am reminded every time I come to work how naughty we are compared to our island time neighbors. In our Topsy Turvy world where showing up in Key West is not the rule for many young workers, dispatch never misses a beat; no shift is ever abandoned by these youngsters. At work we live a life apart in many respects from people who work regular shifts in office jobs, but we are the people that hear the pain of so many of our neighbors, people who have broken bodies, broken spirits, and broken relationships twenty four hours a day.. It isn't easy not to let it affect you so a reminder of the season of the unbroken is a pretty decent thing for us.
We hang stockings in dispatch and fake snowflakes and pull Christmas lights around our computer screens but the work neither stops nor slows down. I'm working Christmas Day and New Year's Day this year including some overtime to give someone else a break and I'm glad to do it as my wife is out of town with friends on the road during her Christmas break from school.
This is as good a place to be, as any on this particular day. It's no fun getting hurt or wrecking your car or some other thing especially on Christmas Day so I should prefer the phones to stay silent all day but they won't. I'll look around and be reminded this is a good place to work, a good community  in which to live and the fact the snowflakes aren't at all real makes me very happy indeed.
The very well deserved winner of the door decorating contest at work was this representation of some  unnamed red nosed reindeer. As I don't bother with decorations at home these at work offer me a chance to see what can be done with imagination and determination. Most enjoyable.
Merry Christmas and I hope you won't need to call 911 today of all days. We'll be here if you do.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Key West Holiday

A few random pictures from around town. No words needed today I think.
 From the place I am happy to call home.









And finally a couple of shots of my colleague Tracey from Community Services  doing the seasonal thing and sharing a few laughs with visitors to the city when they see his passenger mannequin:
 Merry Christmas Everyone!

Monday, December 23, 2019

Rain, Wind And Drama

I was pretty sure this weekend was going to look pretty glum not only because of the weather forecast but also by virtue of the fact I was not scheduled to work. So in the spirit of earning some peace and quiet later in the day I got up well before the crack of dawn and hustled a not unwilling dog out into the blizzard. It was a long time before dawn's crack appeared as I hadn't calculated the cloud cover which kept everything dark until almost seven in the morning.
It was of course pitch black when I pulled up alongside a pick up truck already parked with some dark shadow inside. That it was occupied by a very interesting retired engineer who is it turns out a dab hand with a camera was not something I would learn till later. Meanwhile, having left my flashlight in the car as I am hopelessly optimistic by nature, I stumbled around in the dark impatiently expecting the dawn to show its crack at any minute.
Rusty was instantly busy and after a quick check to make sure I was okay he darted off to check on the lay of the land. He can see in the dark and has no fear of anything that dog, so while I was minding my step he was trotting off into the night. Traffic isn't an issue as there is a cement barrier separating the path from the road and besides he has a healthy fear of cars; don't we all these days.
 Eventually the sun did come up not with any great force but that was okay as I was in my shirt sleeves and not feeling the cold, because it wasn't cold, just windy. For some reason the rain held off and we walked the beach the two of us watching the live show off shore.
Its a very odd thing walking through the upturned trees and dead limbs killed by Hurricane Irma even while pondering the fires burning up Australia with flooding in England and heavy rains causing mudslides in Italy and snow storms Up North and here I am in shorts and sandals walking a December beach.
The reef keeps the waters south of the islands pretty shallow so waves don't build even though the ocean looks violent enough. The weather forecasts offered us a possibility of winds to 60 mph and and sudden thunderstorms. 
 Drama!
And for some reason Rusty decided to pick a fight with a stick. He never plays with toys because I guess he didn't grow up with much frolic in his life. He got pretty frolicy with the stick.
 I sat and watched the day develop.
It was pretty nice.  I have a habit of looking over the horizon but days like these, cool perfect weather and dramatic views are a healthy reminder you don't need mountains and valleys and rivers.
Mind you, an occasional mountain would be cool. I'd love to have a huge granite monolith rising up out of South Florida. Imagine a frosty pine covered mountain with alpine lakes and... well probably not. We'll have to leave that to Colorado and keep our coconuts and bath warm waters. Fair exchange.
This isn't swimming time though. While I was glad to see the shortest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere pass us by it's not going to be warm enough to swim until the time change in the Spring. Something to look forward to.
Rusty liked the cold weather we found in Pensacola at Thanksgiving but he enjoys sunbathing and napping in the air conditioning too. 
Back in the parking lot I was approached by the man in the truck. "I saw a dog down there in the dark," he said. "I had no idea where he came from." We talked about the photographic possibilities for dawn in the Keys and he owned as he had sold a couple of pictures of that there tree to National Geographic.  If you check Ivan Sebborn's website you'll see why. He's been all over the place and takes some superb pictures.
We had a bit in common and I fear I talked his ear off he was so nice.  Bloody good with a camera too, I could learn a bit from him. A man using his retirement well; I envy him. I could just as easily envy Rusty.
My wife is away until the New Year, until then the boys cope alone with, rain, wind, Netflix and take out. A state of affairs fit to leave one envying anybody.
Better go for a walk.