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4/13/10

Picture of Me

Hiking Squaw Peak Nature Trail 304 to 8B...


My mother was co-leader and founder of the volunteer organization that built the early trails in this part of the park before the city started developing the park beyond the original Piestewa Peak trail. There are more trails now maintained by the city, I'm very proud of her volunteer work in the groundwork of the outlying trails.
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Phippen Gallery: Gene Galazan Welded Scrap Steel Sculpture

In the high desert horses that have no name...




Gene Galazan welded scrap steel sculptures, of the Phippen Museum collection in Prescott, Arizona.




4/12/10

Five Years Ago

Death Takes A Holiday...

On August 29, 2005 I rolled this Jeep Wrangler over three times across several lanes of highway between Tucson and Phoenix at high speed. Lesson learned.

May 2005


















This is what the Jeep looked like at the salvage yard where it had been towed.

September 2005


If I ever had any doubt that there is not some shroud of protection around me, this was another reminder of several I've had in my life, that there is a Higher Power watching over me.

This occurred midday as I was driving back from Tucson to Phoenix travelling in the left lane at the speed limit, 75 mph. I reached to the console to get my drink and slightly tilted the steering wheel to the left and the road pavement had a significant drop off onto the median. This is an area where the natural landscape is hard desert pavement. At that point I lost consciousness but I later learned I had over-corrected and flipped the Jeep over to the right three times across lanes of traffic with cars following behind me in all lanes. All I remember is coming to, strapped in with my seat belt, hanging half sideways and hearing voices and commotion outside. Now fully conscious, I was unable to free myself since most of my weight was strapped in by the seat belt and it wouldn't unlatch. I don't recall exactly how I did get out but I do remember a lot of discussion going on outside about whether I should move or not and whether people should stick around because "gas is spilling everywhere and this thing is gonna blow to kingdom come."

Somehow I got out and by this time the Gila River Indian Paramedics and the Arizona Highway Patrol had arrived. I was on the median, laying flat on my back, the paramedic asking me questions and I was answering everything affirmatively. The question that struck me as I was laying staring up in the bright sky and glaring sun was "Why are there helicopters buzzing around above me in the middle of nowhere?" They were air evac helicopters and I determined I was having none of that and said so.

Fortunately neither was the very proficient and excellent paramedic who assessed that I was amazingly relatively unharmed. I still needed to be transported to a trauma center, miles away in Phoenix, to be checked since I wasn't exactly unscathed. This was amazing because the eye witnesses, including the preacher who had been following me and stayed with me, described the incident as being spectacularly scary and dramatic to watch. Not quite so comforting were the people who were clucking they were surprised I "wasn't dead."

In the end I was transported by ground in a rather long, freeway traffic stopping trip to a trauma center in Phoenix. I was treated for a concussion and slight head injury and basically banged up and sent home every early the next morning. Now, that was truly amazing.


You see after reconstructing what must have happened, I was saved by the roll bar (which I hit my head and slammed the back of my right hand against) and the seat belt. I figured out what actually happened during my blackout by several letters from eyewitnesses kind enough to write and inquire about me, the Highway Patrolman who I happened to be acquainted with, the preacher, the accident report and injuries that showed up later. (I still have trouble with my right hand which I smacked the back of on the roll bar, a natural reaction, fracturing it which didn't become evident until a few days later.)
I came across these pictures and it made me think about how that incident was the beginning of my making significant changes in my life. There is much more to what actually happened but there are a lot of wrecks on the highway and lots of people who will tell you in explicit detail everything that happened. What is important is what we learn and usually it isn't in the form of an "Ah Ha!" moment immediately after. Truthfully it is only now, nearly five years after, that in hindsight I see the positive impact it had on my life.

I believe because at the time I was aware enough to know that I had escaped a very close call and open to learning from it that lessons came in their time. It would make the story more dramatic if I said that I immediately made big changes in my life but that would be untrue. I have progressed a long way and I do believe this incident had a lot to do with my development to a better understanding and maturity but it was in a series of steps and small leaps. Life is more often like that.

To make this more intriguing, this is the third time I have had close calls with death. It is an indication to me that there is a reason I'm still here. To that point, I will defer to "we see through the glass darkly" and that some day I will know in full as I have been fully known.

(I drive another Jeep Wrangler now, this one with a removable hard top.)
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4/11/10

He Protests: "I'm Broke Because Of Congress"

"CONGRESS IS RUN BY CRIMINALS"...

Northeast corner of Camelback Road and 20th Street. Phoenix, Arizona on April 10, 2010



Actually I've been thinking Congress is "criminally insane" but I get his point. I'm not sure what his specific argument is but he gets significant support from traffic and people stopping to take his picture. He is very congenial.

Personally I feel the political class on all fronts, Congress, the Administration, political parties and the bureaucrats who run the arcane agencies of our government, have lost accountability. I find this unacceptable and it's unclear to me the resolution but I know I'm intent on figuring out my responsibility.



"I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
(attributed to Voltaie and widely quoted in similar forms.)


Think about our rights of speech and assembly, urban public space, movements for social justice and protest. Has public space been so secured to protect us from terrorism, that we have lost valuable rights? These issues affect both the political Left, the Right and everyone in between. Why do people who hold different positions think it's acceptable to mock each other when the other side speaks out, when in fact, we're all exercising US Constitutional and historical rights, now mitigated by courts and law? To mock is to belittle your own right to speak out.





I have a good friend who is Marxist leaning and polar opposite from me in economic, political and social beliefs but we made a separate peace a long time ago. It is based on respecting each others right to express what we believe out loud in public. How that plays out if it comes down to the nitty gritty, we will only know if it happens.
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4/10/10

Another Summer Tip

Always find the shade to park in...


Usually it's easier to find either on the side or back entrance of a building and if there are no trees, park on the east side of the west wall of a building. Even if you have to walk a little farther in the heat to get to the entrance and on the way back, it will be well worth it when you get back in your vehicle. It will be cooler and the A/C will not take nearly as long to cool off.
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In Three Months

This will be a fond memory...


I'll show the full set in July.

4/9/10

Mountain Bell: Midrise and Inevitable Fall

Mountain Bell/US WEST/Qwest "3rd & Earll" former headquarters implosion video...
3033 North 3rd Street in 2008
In 1972 this building, designed by Al Beadle in the International Style of Architecture, was completed and hailed as the arrival of modern glass building architecture in Phoenix. It was built with black glass, "like black telephones." On a personal level I disliked not only the style of the building but also the Dilbert cubicle land inside that it represented for me as an employee of what was then Mountain Bell. Later as the extensive environmental problems of the building were uncovered, I disliked going and conducting extended weeks of training sessions in the dingy building. To me it was a pit of asbestos, poorly maintained and if a building ever anecdotally qualified as a "sick building", this was it. There are purists who admire the "glass box" architecture and Beadle's buildings and work to preserve them. Attempts were made way beyond the time frame to fix irreparable damage, to make it a "historic building." A good source of information on the design and history of the building as well as it's destruction is on Alison King's Modern Phoenix Neighborhood Network site at the Beadle Archive: Farewell, MoBell archive.

When the building was imploded by Advanced Explosives Demolition, Inc. on September 27, 2009, I had no intention of being anywhere near it, due to the high probability of being exposed to all kinds of airborne hazards. It had become a broken glass, plywood patched, asbestos-laden eyesore, accident-waiting-to-happen. In the video you will see that it did not collapse directly onto itself, as usually happens in large building implosions, rather it fell sideways into the neighborhood, creating a huge extended dust blow. This KTAR video first shows the implosion from the southwest angle, notes the large and extended dust cloud ("it looks like a dust storm!") and then the implosion from the northeast angle. Finally it shows the scene again from the southwest angle in slow motion. In the background of the northeast angle view, the 26 story canopied high rise is the current Qwest building at 20 East Thomas Road.

Plans to turn the property into a multi-million dollar condominium retirement complex, conceived in the frenzy of the height of the real estate bubble, have blown to the wind.



Demolition of the Mountain Bell Building from KTAR on Vimeo.


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4/8/10

In The Future: After Fifteen Minutes

You better know something...

Rant Starts Here:

When my career abruptly ended 10 years ago after almost 30 years of working for the same organization, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, although I only appreciated it to a small degree at the time. It wasn't known then, that it occurred at the beginning of one of the worst decades of American consumerism, celebrity worship and over-the-top-you-name-the-poison. Not to mention one of the worst historic acts of terrorism (September 11, 2001) also occurred at the beginning of the decade, which the American people just seemed to skip over. The lessons came much harder, faster and earlier to me than for most people, who are now feeling the effects of the worst recession since the last Great Depression in the '30s.

Those who have known me a long time will verify that I've been consistently saying since the middle of the '90s the following:

Nothing that has happened in the past three decades can be blamed on our leaders in business, religion, Congress or Administrations. The blame is laid squarely at the feet of the American people.

We have several generations with a large majority of people that have no idea what a bad time, era of difficulty or a period of deprivation of goods is like. They're spoiled clueless. To them it is more important to look good, feel good, have things and far worse, to collect people as objects to enhance their status, not valuable assets to enrich life. The car you drive is more important than having good character on a journey.

My concern for over a decade now, has not been how I or people of strong character I know, will handle tough times when they come along. We'll be fine and adjust. I weathered difficult financial circumstances in the late '60s, when I arrived in this country at 14 years old and had to start working right away. It wasn't horrible, we weren't poverty stricken, my family was rebuilding an exciting new life and reinventing ourselves in America. Rather, I'm more disturbed by how a lot of the population will react when they realize they're not entitled, no one owes them anything and what once came easily to them, is now difficult to obtain or impossible. I want to avoid them by all means.

It has seemed rather obvious to me that since the '93-'94 recession, consumption has been racheting up out of control with only one ultimate conclusion. Since the late '70s and even more so in the '80s, skills and knowledge have been deemphasized and we embraced what I refer to as the MBA Marketing Culture that has no respect for attention to detail. The Cult of Personality and selling image was more important than actually producing something and doing what you said you would do. "It is better to look good than to actually know and do something."

I refuse to participate in the negative of this Economic Crisis. Ninety percent of life is NOT just showing up and getting a pension, social security and health care benefits. I see a link between what is happening economically and the social values of the past few decades and I'm not sure there is a choice about a Second and Third Wave in this Great Recession. I'm not buying the Recovery Kool-Aid...we ain't seen nothin' yet. If you do not want to be responsible for yourself and anything you may have done in the past that is causing pain now, I can't be around that. On the other hand, if you made mistakes with debt, relationships, priorities, careers and own up to them and work to repair the damage and reinvent yourself, no one is more for you than I am. It is to everyone's advantage that responsible people get a break if they need one (public money giveaways are not a break).

Since the late '70's I've watched this country thin it's brains and culture out, aspire to less knowledge, become underachievers, more delusional and too comfortable. We have become infatuated with the idea that "everyone is a winner." As for me, since I can remember my desire has been to engage with people smarter and know more than I do because they envisage things I do not and I want to constantly, continually visualize and learn. That is my American Dream. I'm attracted to people who want to engage themselves to be better but I also realize that it's not for everyone.

What I have found, especially over these past 15 years, is a lot of people are too content at being complacent. I'm willing to throw lifelines to those who have the willingness to grasp and go higher and seek to rise above. To me giving collective power lifts to affirmatively raise the masses higher, which essentially dilutes the value, is a waste of time and resources. It might be a product of decades of my training people but I've discovered that many people tend to attain a comfort level of mediocrity and stay there. People, like water, seek their own level. It's foolish not to recognize that people have different IQ levels and abilities and there is nothing wrong with that, it's a product of nature and humanity. Not all people need a college degree or a high-paying job to be considered a success in life.

A successful life can mean many things and a lot of them have nothing to do with career, money, fame or appearance.

Back in my early Bell System days I worked for a Traffic Manager who probably had no idea that he would have a lifetime impact on me with a few simple, direct concepts. To him I was probably just another one of those hippie kids they forced the company to hire. He was definitely "old school", a product of a military stint and a cowboy from Arizona days of yore. He did watch over me though and gave me quite a few good rules on being a leader. If I was beginning to get a little slipshod he would strongly but not too sternly say: "Son, you need to get your papers in order." If I offered up excuses he responded: "Son, charm works for 15 minutes, after that you better know something."

Since my involuntary "separation" from my career I've experienced and learned a lot and fortunately am probably as prepared as anyone for what we are likely to see in this country. We're in a highly unusual period and looking at history, macro and micro, distant and recent, the world has been here many times before. It seems to me that in this Era of Great Disruption, you better know something.

End of Rant.

4/6/10

Take A Virtual Ride on Valley Metro Rail

Trip the Phoenix Light Rail fantastic...

Valley Metro Rail, Inc. is a nonprofit, public corporation that brands itself as METRO but is commonly known as the Phoenix Light Rail. It is actually part of the Regional Public Transportation Authority that runs the bus systems and other public transit with member organizations. The history of the current RPTA dates to 1985 when voters approved a sales tax increase for a freeway system and provided for seed money for expansion of regional public transit. The current system in effect operates on county-based funding collected from sales taxes.
This video is edited from a trip started from the Central Ave and Campbell Station just south of the Grand Canal going south and the east past Sky Harbor, through to Tempe and ASU, to the "end of the line" in Mesa and returning back to Phoenix ending in midtown Phoenix. The route map can be found on the web at Valley Metro Light Rail's website.





Trip the Phoenix Light Rail fantastic... from JR Snyder Jr on Vimeo.

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