• About

northierthanthou

northierthanthou

Category Archives: Travel

Road Trip! (Anchorage to Valdez)

31 Tuesday Jul 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography, Travel

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

Alaska, Boats, Glacier, Harbor, Nature, Photos, Road Trip, Travel, Valdez

36063336_10216696059378952_4554756841099231232_n

Moni likes to take pictures of the road.

Between her new job and our move into a new apartment, my girlfriend and I haven’t had much of a chance to to travel together this summer. We did manage to sneak out for a week or so in mid June. What we decided to do this time was a quick road trip from Anchorage to Valdez. Of course, getting to Anchorage required a little flying time, but that’s old hat. We had to make a couple purchases for the new place, so that meant staying a couple days in the vicinity of Anchorage, so we found a lovely bed and breakfast in Palmer.  After that, we hit the road!

Not literally, of course. I ain’t got nothin’ against the highway.

AnchtoValdez.png

Anyway, the trip was about a 5 hour drive, but we made plenty of stops. We traveled along the Matanuska river for quite some time, made a brief stop a bit south of Glenallen, then headed off toward Valdez. To say that we found a number of beautiful sites along the way would be putting it mildly.

Valdez itself was absolutely wonderful. I hit a couple museums (The Whitney Museum and the Valdez Museum & Historical Archive) and we hung out at the docks for a time. We ate at the Fat Mermaid a couple of times and made stops at Mike’s Palace and Fu Kung. …suffice to say that we were well fed. We also ran into the folks from Sweet Cheeks Bakery, run by the parents of a coworker, but we didn’t get back in time to get our cinnamon buns. Still, …all of Alaska is just one small village! You just can’t travel through this state without finding connections to the people you meet. Eventually, we bought tickets on a tour boat, which of course meant that I got sick (yes I took some meds), but mostly that was just amazing. I almost never opt for a paid tour, but I’m very glad I did this time.

On the last day as Moni and I were strolling around downtown getting ready to say goodbye to the place, a random guy came out of Mike’s Palace and asked us if we lived in the area. The answer was ‘no’, of course, and then he proceeded to tell us that he had lived here himself once, 30 years ago. I cringed inside as he launched into his efforts to tell me about the good old days. A few minutes later I felt a twinge of sadness as he left us with tales of bar fights between Okies and Texan (oil workers) spilling out of the Palace and onto the street. Apparently, the police had once been disarmed so as to enable the fight to continue. Additional stories involved a pair of Korean prostitutes who paid him extra for a pizza every night so as to have a place to stay. Just how much of this was true, I have no idea, but the stories were a good deal more entertaining than I had anticipated. I found myself wishing we’d run into him before lunch rather than after and on the verge of leaving. Still, a few more eagle pics and off we went.

Hell, even the shopping we did back in Anchorage before boarding the plane back home went well.

I wish every vacation was this cool.

(You may click to embiggen!)

 

Ruins from Old Valdez
Ruins from Old Valdez
Columbia Glacier
Columbia Glacier
Mountains in the Background
Mountains in the Background
On the Wing
On the Wing
Factory across the water
Factory across the water
Snow Goose BnB
Snow Goose BnB
The chunks of ice on top got there when they were thrown up out of the water as the ice broke apart.
The chunks of ice on top got there when they were thrown up out of the water as the ice broke apart.
This juvenile whale was playing around the boat for about half an hour. ...his mom was not amused.
This juvenile whale was playing around the boat for about half an hour. …his mom was not amused.
St. Innocent, Russian Orthodox Church in Anchorage (Moni really wanted to see this one)
St. Innocent, Russian Orthodox Church in Anchorage (Moni really wanted to see this one)
Random Waterfall empties into the sea
Random Waterfall empties into the sea
Yep, lotsa bunnies too!
Yep, lotsa bunnies too!
Looks Kinda Smug for a guy that lives on the scraps tossed out by fisherman!
Looks Kinda Smug for a guy that lives on the scraps tossed out by fisherman!
When you look into the scenery, sometimes the scenery looks back at you.
When you look into the scenery, sometimes the scenery looks back at you.
Copper River
Copper River
Blues happen
Blues happen
Almost there
Almost there
Just purdy
Just purdy
Are these guys ever not angry?
Are these guys ever not angry?
Water will fall
Water will fall
Mountains over trees
Mountains over trees
This, I'm told, is an oyster catcher.
This, I’m told, is an oyster catcher.
Well hello there!
Well hello there!
Almost an island of sorts
Almost an island of sorts
Local ruffians!
Local ruffians!
Heading Out
Heading Out
That mountain was framed!
That mountain was framed!
Glacier
Glacier
Horse Tail Falls
Horse Tail Falls
Lotta little ice
Lotta little ice
Moni likes to stop and take pictures of the road.
Moni likes to stop and take pictures of the road.
Big chunk of ice
Big chunk of ice
Closest I could find to street art
Closest I could find to street art
Random roadster (Anchorage)
Random roadster (Anchorage)
Columbia Glacier has the blues!
Columbia Glacier has the blues!
Couldn't get over the color of the water
Couldn’t get over the color of the water
You otter sea the mountains!
You otter sea the mountains!
Abandoned structure along the Matanuska
Abandoned structure along the Matanuska
Local Humor
Local Humor
Athabascan footwear (Copper River Heritage Center)
Athabascan footwear (Copper River Heritage Center)
Matanuska River
Matanuska River
Bit of color
Bit of color
Model Athabascan food cache.
Model Athabascan food cache.
Columbia Glacier
Columbia Glacier
The view from the Snowgoose BnB
The view from the Snowgoose BnB
Worthington Glacier
Worthington Glacier

 

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

Djou Know Juneau?

17 Tuesday Apr 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Animals, Travel

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Alaska, Alaska Natives, Eagle, Glacier, Juneau, Nature, Photography, Photos, Travel

Well over a thousand miles separates Barrow from Juneau. It’s enough to make the place as different from Barrow as either place would be from much of the lower 48. I imagine many of my friends and family must themselves imagine the sights Moni and I have been enjoying here this last few days are common experiences. But we don’t have eagles in Barrow, nor trees or mountains. We don’t have glaciers either, unless you count the whole ocean as a glacier for part of the year. (Jokes aside, I’m pretty sure that’s not how glaciers work.) Southeast Alaska is a truly beautiful place. It’s one we don’t often get to enjoy.

Still…

Travel happens!

***

This guy was a little ways off, which is why Moni and I weren’t immediately sure what we were looking at. I was busy snapping stills of this eagle with as much zoom as I could. Moni scooped me with a vid.

…the persistence of seagulls pays off.

A needlessly hurried spin around Mendenhall Lake.

…and a short photo gallery (click to embiggen):

Chilkat Weaving demo at the Alaska Native Studies Conference
Chilkat Weaving demo at the Alaska Native Studies Conference
Governor's Mansion
Form Line Art on a Utility Box
Form Line Art on a Utility Box
Dancing at the Folk Music Festival
Dancing at the Folk Music Festival
Mendenhall+
Mendenhall+
Mendenhall Glacier
Mendenhall Glacier
Blues
Blues
Fireweed Fiddle (at the Alaskan Folk Festival
Downtown Juneau
Downtown Juneau
Sunset at the Anchorage Airport
Sunset at the Anchorage Airport
Nugget Falls
Nugget Falls
Denizens of the University of Alaska, Southeast
Denizens of the University of Alaska, Southeast
Mendenhall Glacier zoomed in a bit)
Auke Lake from the University of Alaska, Southeast
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Juneau
Juneau
A Bit of Street Art
A Bit of Street Art
Shore of Auke Lake
Shore of Auke Lake
Mountains Overlooking Mendenhall Lake
Mountains Overlooking Mendenhall Lake
The Visitor Center and a small Pond at Mendenhall Lake
The Visitor Center and a small Pond at Mendenhall Lake
Couple friends walking under a rainbow
Couple friends walking under a rainbow
Mendenhall Lake
Mendenhall Lake
Mendenhall Lake in the evening
Mendenhall Lake in the evening
This was Auke Bay as seen from the University of Alaska, Southeast (taken through a chain link fence)
This was Auke Bay as seen from the University of Alaska, Southeast (taken through a chain link fence)

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

A Trip to Central America, and to 1950!

20 Tuesday Feb 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in History, Politics, Travel

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Banana Republics, Central America, Coasta Rica, Guatemala, Honduras, Imperialism, Journal, Travel, United Fruit

I never met my grandparents on my mother’s side. Hardly a day went by that Mom didn’t mention them, but of course I have more questions about them than answers. So, it was a very pleasant surprise to find out that grandpa left behind a few travel journals. One relates the story of a trip to central America in 1950.

What caught my attention?

This.

Passenger list

Okay, so it might not be all that obvious why this should be interesting to me or anyone else for that matter. I probably won’t be traveling on the Great White Fleet any time soon, and who has even heard of United Fruit? They probably don’t even exist anymore, right? Well, they don’t. That’s true. If you’ve eaten a Chiquita Banana, then you’ve some familiarity with their progeny, but United Fruit itself doesn’t exist anymore. In the 1950s, though, they were going good and strong.

United Fruit was more than a business. It controlled much of central America and helped give birth to the phrase ‘banana republic,’ which I suppose means it has yet another descendant of sorts in the business world. In just four years, United Fruit and the Central Intelligence Agency would engineer a military coup in Guatemala, one of the nations my grandparents visited on this trip. Two of the ships in United Fruit’s Great White Fleet would later be used in the Bay of Pigs operation. Clearly, United Fruit did a lot more than grow and sell bananas. They would eventually be forced to sell off their monopoly interests in Guatemala, and then merged with another company to become Chiquita. In the meantime, Grandma and Grandpa were free to enjoy the hospitality of the company on the Great White Fleet.

It’s just a travel journal, to be sure, but a travel journal into the business end of American imperialism. Suffice to say, this was enough to peak my curiosity.

***

I can’t say the journal was overflowing with details of military juntas and revolutionary conspirators. That’s not what Grandpa and Grandma went down there to see, and this isn’t exactly my area, anyway, so I may have missed a thing or three. Most of the journal seems like pretty normal stuff for travelers. Its pages are filled with tales of mundane trips about the countryside, meals enjoyed (or simply ensured), beautiful architecture, run-down hovels, archeological sites, and countless random travel companions, most of which slide onto stage and back off without too much fuss.

Yet there are a few notable passages.

I no longer have the actual journal in my possession, but I took pictures of every page. I reproduced a number of the these below, numbering them for ease of reference. I intend to give the thing a closer reading sometime down the road, but for now, these are a few things that caught my notice for one reason or another…

***

Apparently, my grandparents hit a cow somewhere near Chichen Itza (pic 70). Grandpa also mentions meeting a young man in that area who had been to Peoria, IL during the war (pic 76). I can’t tell enough from the narrative, whether the man is even local, or perhaps an ex patriot, but I wonder if this wasn’t someone who had come up on the Bracero program (workers brought into the U.S. to replace Americans gone to war). Either way, I expect there would be an interesting story there.

They encountered the President of Honduras (Juan Lindo?) whom they were evidently told had been too democratic to live in the President’s Palace. He tipped his hat to someone in their party. (You can read Grandpa’s account of this on pic 55).

Grandpa mentions a banana shaped menu once in his journal (pic 46). Pics 14 and 15 would seem to fit the bill. Oddly enough, I don’t see bananas all over the menus, which is interesting. Under the guidance of Edward Bernays, the father of modern Public Relations, United Fruit made an effort to broaden people’s ideas about when and where to eat bananas, a campaign which included (for instance) reversing ideas about whether or not parents should encourage snacking. I really did expect to see a lot more  gustatory propaganda on those menus, but mostly the fruit (which would have been the Big Mike), seems to show up in pictures and other visual motifs.

There is an interesting little history of the Banana, according to United Fruit (pics 17-19), and nice overview of the travel services aboard ships of the United Fruit Company (29-45). Oddly enough, this does not mention any of the company’s efforts to monopolize the entire national economies of several of the countries on the itinerary.

A couple of these pamphlets include references to ‘Middle America’. (I think these were menus.) I found the phrase amusing enough, wondering what folks in Oklahoma or Nebraska might make of it, but of course our North American fashions of speaking about ‘America’ can be a little odd once you shift references to include the whole hemisphere. More interesting than that, the phrasing matches a news agency developed by Bernays for the purpose of promoting the interests of United Fruit. The Middle America Information Bureau had gone dormant by 1950, but I do find myself wondering if the phrasing doesn’t reflect some conscious reference to that project.

And then of course there are just a couple cryptic references in Grandpa’s journal to a rather large layoff by United Fruit coupled with the observation that communism is coming in fast (pic 54).

That’s it!

I could easily wish for more. I could wish Grandpa had uncovered a great big smoking gun, or that he had left behind a complete account of the political history of the region, but alas, he was just a tourist along on a vacation. His politics were not mine, and he didn’t know the history of the company. He mostly wrote about the meals and the sites, and the friendly chatter with people he met here and there. It’s me that sees these documents nearly 70 years later and thinks about all the history of the company that took him down there, but perhaps there is an interesting lesson here after all. This is what the imperialism of the day looked like to people like my Grandpa, to guests of United Fruit.

It was central Americans that witnessed the violent side of United Fruit. For so many (North) Americans this company took the form of slices of fruit may have sprinkled over our corn flakes. Or perhaps it was a quaint news story about a far away place. Living here in the United States, the majority of Americans would never have felt the blunt force of this company’s power. Neither would they have seen it in any recognizable manner. What they saw fruit.

If we North Americans heard any more about United Fruit, it was in messages carefully crafted to the company’s benefit.

Whatever else can be learned from my Grandpa’s journal, it seems likely we can learn the same was true for countless American tourists traveling through the region. United Fruit is all over the literature in this journal, but it’s all over it like Disneyland in the memories of afamily outing. Details that would one day matter can be found here and there, along with rumors that even reached the ears of a passing tourist. Still nothing recognizably nefarious pops up in the journal, at least not to the eyes of tourists such as my grandfather. What we can see is a range of pamphlets, dinner menus, and brief canned histories, all of which make the whole region seem so innocent, and so quaint. To so many (North) Americans, that banana shaped menu is precisely what our imperial age did look like.

I could of course rest happy thinking that we are better and wiser today. This is all behind us, right? Then again, we sometimes get a little reminder that there is nothing new under the sun.

Front Cover
Plane Ticket
Ford’s Air Tour

Ford’s Tour (Inside)
Ford’s Air Tour (Backside)
Great White Fleet

Menu
Honduras (Backside)
Folded Paper

San Jose
Places of Interest, San Jose
San Jose Map

San Jose (Folded Out)
Banana Menu
Inside the Bananas

United Fruit (Back)
United Fruit (Front)
United Fruit (Middle)

United Fruit Back (Folded Out)
Breakfast Menu
Menu (Great White Fleet)

Lunch Menu (Open)
Middle America
Dinner Menu (Open)

Great White Fleet Radio News
Great White Fleet Radio News again
Great White Fleet Radio News yet again

Last of the Great White Fleet Radio News
Menus
Pics and United Fruit Pamphlet Cover

United Fruit Pamphlet 1
United Fruit Pamphlet 2
United Fruit Pamphlet 3

United Fruit Pamphlet 4
United Fruit Pamphlet 5
United Fruit Pamphlet 6

United Fruit Pamphlet 7
United Fruit Pamphlet 8
United Fruit Pamphlet 9

United Fruit Pamphlet 10
United Fruit Pamphlet 11
United Fruit Pamphlet 12

United Fruit Pamphlet 13
United Fruit Pamphlet 14
United Fruit Pamphlet 15

United Fruit Pamphlet 16
Reference to the banana menu
Passenger list

Passenger list 2
Costa Rica
Random Pics

Moar Pics
Pics and Journal Entries
Pics and Journal

Reference to a Big Lay-off and threats of communism
Too Democratic for his palace!
Guatemala

Pics
Pics again
Pic and Journal

Pics and Journal
More pics and more journal
black and white pics

Panama tours (I got this one way out of order)
pics on both pages
moar black and white pics

mixed pics
wood carrier

random bit of journal
hit a cow
Mayan Lodge

Chicheni Itza
More Chichen Itza
journal entry about the game court

temples
Temple pics

Exchange Rates
Back Cover

This is hardly a research paper, but I thought it might be worth mentioning a couple sources here. I first Read Bitter Fruit as a teaching assistant to a professor who specialized in Latin-American studies. Somewhere along the way, I picked up a couple other books on the subject. Bananas makes a particularly nice quick read with a lit of interesting details on the history of United Fruit. Cohen’s books is also useful. Galeano’s book helps to draw connections between different regions and phases of history, all with a very pointed sense of significance.

The Bernays angle on all this stuff is particularly interesting. His book Propaganda, is still considered a classic in the history of Public relations. It’s a good peek into the kind of techniques the man used in selling United Fruit and its interests to the American public.

Bernays, Edward. Propaganda. Broooklyn, New Yok: IG Publishing, 1928, 2005.

Chapman, Peter. Bananas: How the United Fruit Company shaped the world. Edinburgh, New York, Melbourne: Canongate, 2007.

Cohen, Rich. The Fish that Ate the Whale: The Life and Times of America’s Banana King. Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, New York: Picador, 2012.

Galeano, Eduardo. Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent. New York: Monthly Review Press, 1973, 1997.

Schlesinger, Stephen and Stephen Kinzer. Bitter Fruit: The Story of the American Coup in Guatelama. Cambridge and London: Harvard University Press, 1982, 2005.

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

Couple Murals from the Mission District of San Francisco

12 Monday Feb 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in Street Art, Travel

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

Art, California, Graffiti, MaestraPeace, Mission District, Murals, San Francisco, Street Art, Travel

I’ve been to San Francisco before, not often, and never for long. This summer I spent a couple days in the city with my girlfriend, Moni, and her friend Annie, all before starting the great road trip with Wonder Woman as our companion. That was this summer, but what do I recall from before?

I was once on a massive field trip to San Francisco with virtually my entire grade school when by a perverse coincidence someone in California decided to kidnap a school bus full of children and bury them alive while waiting for the ransom. The seventies were kinda wacky that way, but don’t worry, they all made it.

…and someone at my school had to tell countless concerned parents that we were all on course and fully accounted for.

The field trip, itself I don’t remember much.

I remember a speech and debate tournament held at Berkeley way back when I was in college. I remember a hoard of people drumming in a courtyard, lots of great bookstores, a lovely trip to the wharf, and plenty of great street performers. I also remember wearing red ribbons in protest of apartheid. This was a new thing at the time, not just the color and the specific cause, but as I recall the notion of wearing ribbons as a political statement. It wasn’t then quite the cliche that it is now. Two athletes realized what the ribbons were for. That was all.

I also remember attending an anthropology conference held in San Francisco. We were palling around with an ex-Jesuit priest who had done his fieldwork in China. The guy swore he knew a great dim sum place near the hotel. We were snaking up and down the side streets until he finally hooked a quick turn into some place quite unimpressive, at least until they started serving the food. I remember him asking about spicy chicken feet. He was told they didn’t serve it to the customers, because we wouldn’t know how to eat it. After speaking to her in Mandarin for awhile, she agreed to feed him, and she brought out just enough for HIM to eat it. The rest of us got to watch.

Gustatory voyeurism!

I remember a little here and there from other trips, but nothing worth mentioning.

This time I recall getting very sick on a tour boat. I do that sometimes. Pretty much whenever I’m on a boat. Sometimes on a plane. Once recently in the back of a sled. Needless to say, roller coasters are right out! Anyway, I got off the boat this time and found myself miserable and bucking up for a day of hard work just to make it through what should have been good fun. So, Moni and Annie let me sleep in the park for an hour or so after which I actually enjoyed the rest of the day. At the very end of the evening, we decided to check out some street art. Seeing me go crazy with my camera as the sun went down, her friend, Annie, graciously agreed to take me back to check out the art in the Mission District again the next day.

I think I love Annie!

My all-time favorite was the Women’s Building with its great mural, MaestraPeace. We weren’t the only ones there with cameras, which is quite fitting, because a lot of great talent went into this piece.

MaestraPeace Mural was painted in 1994 by a “Who’s Who” of Bay Area muralists: Juana Alicia, Miranda Bergman, Edythe Boone, Susan Kelk Cervantes, Meera Desai, Yvonne Littleton and Irene Perez.

Seriously, that painting is very cool.

We were hunting some murals in a small alley at one point when a local suggested we go check out Clarion Alley. Moni was a little annoyed that I was talking to random homeless people, but honestly the guy helped me out quite a bit. Clarion Alley was great advice! Moni was even more annoyed the next day when I was accosted by a homeless man who wanted me to leave Clarion Alley very quickly. He wasn’t as helpful as the first guy. Still, I got my pics, and he didn’t shoot me after all, not that he had a gun mind you, but shootings were mentioned.

…as were donuts.

Anyway, I clicked away at my camera for the better part of a full day, and I could hardly tear myself away as the sun fell again. I have no doubt that I missed a great deal. I’m also told that much of the artwork would be different if we go back.

I really must test this theory some day.

(Click to embiggen!)

The Women’s Building

Hidden Purplitude
Hidden Purplitude
In Fabric
In Fabric
A Detail
A Detail
In Loving Hands
In Loving Hands
The Corner Staircase Looks On
The Corner Staircase Looks On
Crouching Lady
Crouching Lady
Beautiful in Green
Beautiful in Green
Healers
Healers
Dance
Dance
Lovely
Lovely
Main Figure
Main Figure

Random Artsities

Eyes
Eyes
Matronly Wave
Matronly Wave
Wicked Headdress
Wicked Headdress
Lotta hands
Lotta hands
Remembrance
Remembrance
Probably not all that uncommon
Probably not all that uncommon
Odd Theme for an urban setting
Odd Theme for an urban setting
Cartoonish Bot
Cartoonish Bot
A kind of hope
A kind of hope
Hm...
Hm…
Sexy-Saucy
Sexy-Saucy
Skull
Skull
Tall Headdress
Tall Headdress
Face to face
Face to face
Casa Sanchez
Casa Sanchez
Working together in headdresses
Working together in headdresses
Sexy White-Haired Girl
Sexy White-Haired Girl
Oddly Futuristic Feathers
Oddly Futuristic Feathers
From out in the bay?
From out in the bay?
Oscar Romero
Oscar Romero
Sexy Hair Bomb
Sexy Hair Bomb
Amiri Baroka
Amiri Baroka
Bad Doggies!
Bad Doggies!
Futuristic Somehow
Futuristic Somehow
Drug-induced whale?
Drug-induced whale?
Seen him once in concert
Seen him once in concert
Cartoony Wonder
Cartoony Wonder
Gold Hue 1
Gold Hue 1
Psychodelic Flowers
Psychodelic Flowers
Golden Hues 2
Golden Hues 2
Leyenda Azteca
Leyenda Azteca
Rosa
Rosa
Imprisoned Beauty
Imprisoned Beauty
Frida on Green
Frida on Green
Pan-Purplitude
Pan-Purplitude
Mission Girl
Mission Girl
Gold and Purple
Gold and Purple
Moody Girl With Flowers
Moody Girl With Flowers
Wings
Wings
Eyes Over Hands
Eyes Over Hands
Deer Man Will Paint
Deer Man Will Paint
No Ban on Stolen land
No Ban on Stolen land
Dragon Head?
Dragon Head?
Beautiful
Beautiful
Hemp
Hemp
Against Gentrification
Against Gentrification
Blue Background
Blue Background
Deb in a Bath
Deb in a Bath
Big Wall Mural
Big Wall Mural
Bullhorn
Bullhorn
Dark Glasses
Dark Glasses
Beauty Bar by Deb
Beauty Bar by Deb
Whaling Wall in San Francisco
Whaling Wall in San Francisco
Note the building from another pic
Note the building from another pic
26239122_10215319195278210_5540301171360502791_n

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

A Wondrous Road Trip!

23 Tuesday Jan 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in Bad Photography, Travel

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

California, New Mexico, Road Trip, Route 66, Santa Fe, Summer, Taos, Travel, Wonder Woman

26907655_10215389345631925_8037646231883862717_n

Just south of Taos

It was the summer of Wonder Woman. I mean, I know she was in the theaters this last summer, and I certainly enjoyed the movie, but that’s not what I’m talking about. She was in our car. Wonder woman, I mean. She was in our car.

Yep!

We were wondering what that strange sound was coming from the back. We didn’t hear it often, at first anyway, but it was just an odd sound. Were the Jarritos bouncing up against the Mexi-cokes? Maybe something was falling out of the luggage? No, not that over and over like that, and it doesn’t sound like bottles. Neither Moni nor I could quite place it. And then an impression started to form, but it just couldn’t be right. I thought perhaps all those years of role-playing geeketry were playing havoc with my ears, because I couldn’t possibly be hearing it right. Still, the more I listened, the more convinced I became.

“Is that a sword?”

“It does sound like a sword, yes.”

Hearing Moni confirm my seemingly-impossible impression was a little reassuring. It was also a little disturbing. Why in the hell would the sounds of sword fighting be coming from the back of our vehicle? And then Moni remembered the costume. I had bought her a Wonder Woman costume for super-hero day at her gym. It came with a plastic sword and that sword made sounds whenever you moved it around. We meant to give it to one of of her nieces or nephews, but I guess we never got around to it. Instead, the noisy blade was buried somewhere in the back beneath a pile of luggage, snacketry, random shoes, and countless things we probably didn’t need. Evidently, the sword had room to juggle. So, Wonder Woman had room to fight in the back of our vehicle.

No matter! We would dig her out soon enough.

I think we first noticed the sound on a trip to Sequoia National Park. We could still hear Wonder Woman doing battle after a diversion to Monterey, another trip to Sacramento and San Francisco, several small trips around Los Angeles, a road trip to Santa Fe by way of the Navajo Nation, at least three trips back to to Taos Pueblo through Espaniola, one to Bandelier, one to Kasha Katuwe, and one each to Santa Ana Pueblo and Cochiti. We never did find her, or if we did, we missed the chance to find her a new home. Hell, she was still fighting her foes when we made it finally back to California at the end of the summer.

We actually did make an effort to find Wonder, but we were thwarted by the piles of unnecessary baggage. So, Wonder Woman spent the summer with us. She protected us from evils all across the southwest, and even scolded us when we did wrong. She could be kinda bossy that way, but otherwise, I must admit the living weapon herself was actually pretty good company.

Presumably, her sword is in storage now.

It’s been a little over six months now, so I guess it’s time to share some pics from our road trip, the one Moni and I took with Wonder Woman.

 

I’ve already blogged about a few of these things, but I do plan to produce at least one more post about the street art in San Francisco. I’ve posted about the Institute of American Indian Arts before, and about Santa Fe. These are definitely favorite stops of mine. Here are a few pics (click to embiggen)!

Moni's Nephews in the Kiva at Old Pecos
Moni’s Nephews in the Kiva at Old Pecos
Little Sister isn't impressed with the Quinceañera pics
Little Sister isn’t impressed with the Quinceañera pics
Institute of American Indian Arts
Institute of American Indian Arts
Bandelier
Bandelier
We need one of these trucks here in Barrow before the next 30 days of night
We need one of these trucks here in Barrow before the next 30 days of night
Restaurant in Taos
Restaurant in Taos
Just south of Taos
Just south of Taos
Church at Taos Pueblo
Church at Taos Pueblo
Institute of American Indian Arts
Institute of American Indian Arts
Old Pecos Pueblo
Old Pecos Pueblo
Near Bandelier
Near Bandelier
Whaling Wall in San Francisco
Whaling Wall in San Francisco
Old Pecos Pueblo
Old Pecos Pueblo
Pecos
Pecos
Tragedy at La Brea Tar Pits
Tragedy at La Brea Tar Pits
Muckrock Mural at Taos
Muckrock Mural at Taos
Somewhere in Northern California
Somewhere in Northern California
Window Rock, AZ (I used to work a short stroll from here)
Window Rock, AZ (I used to work a short stroll from here)
Bandelier
Bandelier
Santa Fe
Santa Fe
Three Amigos?
Three Amigos?
Fat Man replica at Los Alamos
Fat Man replica at Los Alamos
Horseshoe Bend
Horseshoe Bend
Taos Pueblo
Taos Pueblo
San Dimas
San Dimas
Santa Fe
Santa Fe
Kiva at Old Pecos Pueblo
Kiva at Old Pecos Pueblo
San Francisco
San Francisco
The Institute of American Indian Arts
The Institute of American Indian Arts
Somewhere in Los Angeles
Somewhere in Los Angeles
Madrid, New Mexico
Madrid, New Mexico
Getting some shade near Horseshoe Bend
Getting some shade near Horseshoe Bend
This guy was bathing in a fountain at Window Rock, Navajo Nation
This guy was bathing in a fountain at Window Rock, Navajo Nation
Note the building from another pic
Note the building from another pic
Face off!
Face off!
Women's Building in the Mission District in San Francisco
Women’s Building in the Mission District in San Francisco
Yeah...
Yeah…
San Francisco
San Francisco
Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado River
Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado River
Moni and Annie at Harvey Milk's old haunt
Moni and Annie at Harvey Milk’s old haunt
Seems to be a car show in town (San Dimas)
Seems to be a car show in town (San Dimas)
Coastline near Monterey
Coastline near Monterey
Stump in Sequoia
Stump in Sequoia
Big Stump
Big Stump
I think Moni wanted to drop me off here, not sure why
I think Moni wanted to drop me off here, not sure why
Pomona
Pomona
26239122_10215319195278210_5540301171360502791_n
San Juan, Fiesta
San Juan, Fiesta
Thai Restaurant in San Francisco (I think this was our waiter)
Thai Restaurant in San Francisco (I think this was our waiter)
The Ned Hatathli Center at Diné College
The Ned Hatathli Center at Diné College
San Francisco Mural
San Francisco Mural
This Guy lives near Williams, ARizona
This Guy lives near Williams, ARizona

 

 

 

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

Meow Says the Wolf

01 Monday Jan 2018

Posted by danielwalldammit in Travel, Write Drunk, Edit Stoned

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

Children, Creepy, Fun House, George R R Martin, House of Eternal Return, Meow Wolf, New Mexico, Odd, Santa Fe

26047434_10154931395015706_3812321740213932580_n

I told Danielito, his name is ‘Bob’ for the balance of our visit. I was Daniel first.

I could easily wish the crowds away, but that would be foolish. They are a big part of the experience here at Meow Wolf. Mere moments after entering the fun house, our party is already separated into at least 3 separate groups. Moni is nearby, but I’m not sure where. Her sister and I are together. She is nervous and worried the place will be scary. I’m not entirely re-assuring. We catch a glimpse of her two kids. They rush on by as their mother tries to call them back.

It’s no use going after them. Did they go up into the tree house, or over to the musical mastodon? Perhaps into the fish-tank? We’ll find them eventually, but not by looking. No matter. One is old enough. The other has been here before. They will take care of each other. So, we let them have their fun.

I’m recovering from a bad flu, so I tire easily. Luckily, there are places to sit and watch the people. This is my second time at Meow Wolf, so I am happy to take my time; happier still to rest when I can. A woman walks by urging her child to stay nearby. A few minutes later she walks by again, alone.

“Baby, where are you?”

I get up to help her look for the child and instead find myself helping a couple women trying to connect a completely different child with his parents. They are on it; I’m just trying to see if I can help, but it’s difficult. You’re never more than one room away from getting completely lost in this place. Give yourself time and you’ll find your way back to the main entrance. But how to search more than one room without losing these two and their momentary ward?

A solution takes the form of a stumbling old man in mad scientist garb. I’ve seen him before. He gets lost in corners and regularly stands motionless for odd periods of time. Soon after meeting the women, our shambling scientist becomes a competent staff member with an intercom and a clear set of procedures. Unfortunately, the first step (getting the kid’s name and that of his parents) doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. The kid is just too disoriented to answer even these questions. Another child is screaming in my ear. It’s disconcerting, but this child is already in her own mother’s arms, so that’s probably a good sign. Still those are blood-curdling screams for such a little girl. What has her so scared?

“I don’t want to leave!”

Ah, …got it!

The girl keeps screaming that she doesn’t want to leave. She screams this as though her life depended on it. Nearby, the once-shambling scientist calls three names into his head set. He is well on his way to solving the problem.  I wander off to find something new. I’m told there have been some changes to a few rooms, and the people scrambling about me add a whole other layer of new things to see.

A young woman opens up a closet, then stands in awe as people behind wait for the moment to pass. Others charge into rooms and devour them. An elderly woman has trouble navigating a narrow staircase. The crowds wait patiently. There is plenty to see. Just about every where you look, there is something odd to see, something weird to wonder about. Kids open the drawers and study their contents. A middle aged man yanks out a drawer a little too far and spends the next few minutes putting its spilled contents back. Some tap on shiny mushrooms, hoping to know what sound they will make. You can play a piano, an odd piano, or even a lazer-lyre.

 

 

I found myself in the entrance to the place, a large area resembling a classic suburban home. It is two stories tall, filled with all the usual features of a middle-class home; a kitchen, a living room, a study, several bedrooms, a nice bathroom, and so on. There are also a few things you don’t find in most middle class homes. A few inter-dimensional portholes, lots of odd scenes. You can find the beginnings of a narrative here in this home. Notes and booklets scattered throughout the rooms allude to scientific experiments gone wrong, perhaps a bit of a cult gone wronger.

I sit here and watch the crowd. Within minutes a little girl asks if she can sit on my lap. She is adorable, but her mother isn’t having any of it. That’s understandable, of course, but I have to wonder. I’m no Santa Clause. Is there something about this place that softens my resting-bastard-face? The next little girl seems to want my attention to. Her parents shuffle the family by without any event.

Perhaps they just want to sit down?

I free up the chair.

Standing on a narrow bridge a woman turns towards me saying; “that’s just the weirdest thing I…” It’s at that point, she realizes I’m not the person she thought she was talking to. It’s understandable. At one point, I mistake a woman for a manikin. In my defense, she wasn’t moving. I find another mad scientist repairing a refrigerator door. That may seem an odd job for a scientist, but in his defense, not every fridge serves as a porthole into another dimension. The condiment rack on the door of this porthole is loose, and there is no telling what that could mean!

I bump into Moni and her family a couple times. All are happy. The kids are positively glowing.

Just like some of the exhibits.

Other things, you may hear in this place?

“This is the most ridiculous thing.”

“Don’t go in there!”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“that’s how we came in”

“we came in through the fireplace?”

“How do you suppose that kid got stuck in the toilet?”

“What’s the big deal about this place? …Oh, I see.”

 

 

***

Meow Wolf is the brain-child of George R.R. Martin. Yes that George R.R. Martin! It’s an artist collective and a non-profit located on the south-side of Santa Fe, New Mexico. What they’ve created here could be described as a fun house, but that doesn’t even begin to do the place justice. Suffice to say that a lot of very creative people have invested a lot of brilliant thought into this project, and the results are spectacular. I reckon it can be a little stressful for the parents, but they will live through the experience, and so will their kids (who will no doubt keep the memories well into their own grey years). For the rest of us, I expect the key to this experience is opening ourselves to its disorienting qualities. You may think for a moment that you are beginning to figure something out, or that you know what’s around the corner to the left, but don’t be surprised if you are wrong. No matter! If you can make sense of this place, you are probably doing it wrong.

Thanks to Moni and her family who have contributed pics and suggestions. As usual, you may click to embiggen.

Hm...
Hm…
Moni and her Mom, at home in any kitchen
Moni and her Mom, at home in any kitchen
A surplus of doorknops
A surplus of doorknops
A performance artist and her pet dragon
A performance artist and her pet dragon
Belongs with the musical mastadon
Belongs with the musical mastadon
Fish Tank (mirrors a normal-sized tank in the front room)
Fish Tank (mirrors a normal-sized tank in the front room)
Lots to read
Lots to read
Wonder what kind of sermon you could hear in this place?
Wonder what kind of sermon you could hear in this place?
Life in the fish tank
Life in the fish tank
An oddly normal corner
An oddly normal corner
Southwestern weirdness
Southwestern weirdness
...among other things
…among other things
A cool family
A cool family
Do not climb on the spider!
Do not climb on the spider!
When aspen have eyes
When aspen have eyes
Motivational Weirdness
Motivational Weirdness
26166916_10215201306131055_6736171591348282671_n
Creepy
Creepy
The head of the musical mastodon
The head of the musical mastodon
Hm...
Hm…
Most kids just take a bath
Most kids just take a bath
Teenagers room, ...a teenager with a bit more angst than usual
Teenagers room, …a teenager with a bit more angst than usual
I wonder if she will teach me to weave?
I wonder if she will teach me to weave?
yep
yep
More creepy lit
More creepy lit
Should I run or give it a big hug?
Should I run or give it a big hug?
An Angstier teen
An Angstier teen
Yes, you can enter the ice box
Yes, you can enter the ice box
Poor little guy! ...er, big guy.
Poor little guy! …er, big guy.
A special kind of Hell
A special kind of Hell
Parking lot
Parking lot
More lit
More lit
Little Guys
Little Guys
The ribs make music
The ribs make music

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

Arts District, Los Angeles

03 Sunday Dec 2017

Posted by danielwalldammit in Street Art, Travel

≈ 14 Comments

Tags

Art, Arts District, California, Graffiti, Los Angeles, Murals, Painting, Street Art, Travel

20046668_10213715189019056_3737017398696896189_nLong before Moni and I took to the road to spend this last July in New Mexico, I spent a couple months with her and her family down in San Dimas, California.

I’m usually a little lost in big cities. Vegas would be an exception, because it was once home, but usually cities make me a little uncomfortable. You see more people in 5 minutes down there in L.A. than you will up here in months on the North Slope (and that’s just on a quick trip to Target). I find it all just a little bit disconcerting.

Still, the big cities do have their strong points…

Oh yes, they do!

(click to embiggen!)

Stop staring at me!!!
Stop staring at me!!!
Possibly my favorite
Possibly my favorite
Wolves of Los Angeles
Wolves of Los Angeles
You can see right though her!
You can see right though her!
Okay, this is just plain cool
Okay, this is just plain cool
Wild, and yet somehow peaceful (it's an odd combination)
Wild, and yet somehow peaceful (it’s an odd combination)
Sexy & Violency
Sexy & Violency
Oh yes!
Oh yes!
Creepy green Victorians (they hang out near the nice grandma, not sure why)
Creepy green Victorians (they hang out near the nice grandma, not sure why)
Lovely in blue
Lovely in blue
Gotta have skulls!
Gotta have skulls!
Not just a door, this is a porthole
Not just a door, this is a porthole
The interior design of a dragon
The interior design of a dragon
Adadarem Madmanart and Kwuemolly, Outer.Source
Adadarem Madmanart and Kwuemolly, Outer.Source
Cuteness fenced in
Cuteness fenced in
Looking Up
Looking Up
Close-p of a large and very busy mural. (The whole thing was cool. I just figured I'd better pick.)
Close-p of a large and very busy mural. (The whole thing was cool. I just figured I’d better pick.)
Colorful
Colorful
Mystical Garage Door
Mystical Garage Door
Just gorgeous!
Just gorgeous!
Almost missed this
Almost missed this
You are being watched
You are being watched

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...

The Murals of Española

24 Friday Nov 2017

Posted by danielwalldammit in Street Art, Travel

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

Art, Española, Murals, New Mexico, Painting, Photos, Southwest, Street Art, Travel

22426453_10214539482825886_622094195494757406_oRegular readers may have noticed already, but when I (and now Moni too) experience a bout of southiness, we frequently do this somewhere in the southwest. Santa Fe is a common destination. We mostly travel through nearby Española on our way up to Taos, Pueblo, but this last summer, we also traveled through on our way up to Ghost Ranch, and that meant going though more of the town. The murals were very cool!

Moni gets mad at me when she sees these, because she doesn’t remember many of them. I think she was on the phone while I ran loose with a camera.

So, brought to you with just a trade of schadenfreude, the murals of Española!

(Click to embiggen)

23755391_10214875211538894_2885424905697930426_n
23722260_10214848700716140_3059047124886080060_n
23231412_10214733590918467_2919082266434127737_n
22894346_10214674390118484_8060651272572993929_n
22886068_10214685527156903_3925941171685737704_n
22815367_10214646564862870_4221686008863674470_n
22550221_10214577597498729_2283863448066112664_o
DSC02216
22549473_10214568626754466_8527972908427510197_n
DSC02210
22426453_10214539482825886_622094195494757406_o
DSC01827
23844406_10214879080595618_5805648003620898266_n
DSC02219

 

 

Share this:

  • Tweet
  • Share on Tumblr
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
Like Loading...
Newer posts →

Top Posts & Pages

  • Master and Commander Kinda Queered
    Master and Commander Kinda Queered
  • I'll Just Leave This Here
    I'll Just Leave This Here
  • Uncommonday Morning Blues - Ian Anderson Learns to Play the Flute
    Uncommonday Morning Blues - Ian Anderson Learns to Play the Flute
  • Uncommonly Slow on the Uptake
    Uncommonly Slow on the Uptake
  • A Joke from a Bygone Era
    A Joke from a Bygone Era
  • When Sex Falls Out of the Performance
    When Sex Falls Out of the Performance
  • An Uncommon Security Guard: Dave Eshelman, AKA 'John Wayne'
    An Uncommon Security Guard: Dave Eshelman, AKA 'John Wayne'
  • What are the Necessities of Life?
    What are the Necessities of Life?
  • An Uncommon Request
    An Uncommon Request
  • The Murals of Española
    The Murals of Española

Topics

  • Alaska
  • Animals
  • Anthropology
  • atheism
  • Bad Photography
  • Books
  • Childhood
  • Education
  • Gaming
  • General
  • History
  • Irritation Meditation
  • Justice
  • Las Vegas
  • Minis
  • Movie Villainy
  • Movies
  • Museums
  • Music
  • Narrative VIolence
  • Native American Themes
  • Philosophy
  • Politics
  • Public History
  • Re-Creations
  • Religion
  • Street Art
  • The Bullet Point Mind
  • Travel
  • Uncategorized
  • Uncommonday
  • White Indians
  • Write Drunk, Edit Stoned

Blogroll

  • American Creation
  • An Historian Goes to the Movies
  • Aunt Phil's Trunk
  • Bob's Blog
  • Dr. Gerald Stein
  • Hinterlogics
  • Ignorance WIthout Arrogance
  • Im-North
  • Insta-North
  • Just a Girl from Homer
  • Multo (Ghost)
  • Native America
  • Norbert Haupt
  • Northwest History
  • Northy Pins
  • Northy-Tok
  • Nunawhaa
  • Religion in American History
  • The History Blog
  • The History Chicks
  • What Do I Know?

Archives

  • December 2023
  • November 2023
  • June 2023
  • April 2023
  • February 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • August 2022
  • July 2022
  • June 2022
  • April 2022
  • January 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • October 2021
  • September 2021
  • August 2021
  • June 2021
  • May 2021
  • March 2021
  • February 2021
  • January 2021
  • December 2020
  • November 2020
  • October 2020
  • September 2020
  • June 2020
  • May 2020
  • March 2020
  • February 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • November 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • June 2019
  • May 2019
  • April 2019
  • January 2019
  • December 2018
  • November 2018
  • October 2018
  • September 2018
  • August 2018
  • July 2018
  • June 2018
  • May 2018
  • April 2018
  • March 2018
  • February 2018
  • January 2018
  • December 2017
  • November 2017
  • October 2017
  • September 2017
  • August 2017
  • July 2017
  • June 2017
  • May 2017
  • April 2017
  • March 2017
  • January 2017
  • December 2016
  • November 2016
  • October 2016
  • September 2016
  • August 2016
  • July 2016
  • June 2016
  • May 2016
  • April 2016
  • March 2016
  • February 2016
  • January 2016
  • December 2015
  • November 2015
  • October 2015
  • September 2015
  • August 2015
  • July 2015
  • June 2015
  • May 2015
  • April 2015
  • March 2015
  • January 2015
  • December 2014
  • November 2014
  • October 2014
  • July 2014
  • June 2014
  • May 2014
  • April 2014
  • March 2014
  • February 2014
  • January 2014
  • December 2013
  • November 2013
  • October 2013
  • September 2013
  • August 2013
  • July 2013
  • June 2013
  • May 2013
  • April 2013
  • March 2013
  • February 2013
  • January 2013
  • December 2012
  • November 2012
  • October 2012
  • September 2012
  • August 2012
  • July 2012
  • June 2012
  • May 2012
  • April 2012
  • March 2012
  • January 2012
  • December 2011
  • November 2011
  • October 2011

My Twitter Feed

Follow @Brimshack

RSS Feed

  • RSS - Posts
  • RSS - Comments

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 8,076 other subscribers

Blog at WordPress.com.

  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • northierthanthou
    • Join 8,076 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • northierthanthou
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...
 

    %d