Buddy’s photos are so introspective. I imagine the quiet he experiences on the water allows him to see deeper into the mundane things around us. Which makes them extraordinary. He captures this so beautifully. 😌
Sure. Is that a photo sunset or sunrise? Here in Kenya is noon. From Africa to you, happy Labor Day America. May your sweat and efforts bring more fruits to the entire world of humanity. I love you all 🤍
EKN, Start up in Kenya: I send you wishes for strength and courage. We are all connected on this fragile planet. On BBC radio, am following the news of the All-African governments meeting in Mombasa right now. MKlee
Hard to tell. One would think sunrise being Maine but it looks like land on the horizon which could imply returning at sunset. Appears to be lobster cages in the pic and I have no idea when they go out to check/change traps. Now I have to find out.
There are a lot of places in Maine where the sun rises over the mountains before it reaches the sea: look at photos of all the little islands and peninsulas around Cadillac Mountain, for example. I have some beautiful photos of sunrise over Schoodic Point taken from Islesford.
Thank you! I thought it could have been taken inside a large bay or be some kind of peninsula or even an island. Being a lifelong landlubber my nautical knowledge is naught. (boy am I full of it this morning!)
Celebrate Labor Day by lying in bed for however many hours you were in labor. If your kids come near you tell them the story of their birth until they run screaming from the room.
Heather, While I might have written this before, with every photo you share with us, senior editor at Slate Dahlia Lithwick’s immeasurably wise counsel invariably comes to mind. Meant for people like you and your readers, Lithwick said that one can’t do this kind of work unless the person can find joy in her or his life. Suffice it to say, I appreciate more than words the images of joy from your life you pass to us regularly.
Thank you, MaryPat! This article is great with describing the concept of glimmers more fully, as that glimmers are about feeling happy and safe, and, "'green flags' instead of 'red flags,' or signs of affirmation versus signs of doubt," positive reinforcement.
Much to be said for the fishermen out by daybreak in a world where the lap of the waves, boat engines gurgle and the sump pump is mixed only with occasional commands of heave Ho or the gulls accompanying . The sparse crew know their roles, safety is hard taught. Ahhh....The simpler ways of life...one doesn’t see the hours of net mending , trap repair, changing laws surrounding fishing it’s rules and woes.
But this picture captures tranquility something rare and nostalgic...in our complex world periled by greed and struggles to survive.
Their loss. My grandpa taught me at a very early age when fishing with him in Eagle River, Wisconsin..."The fish can hear you and you will scare them away. Be very still."
🤣🤣 as if, right? Ode to patient grandparents and the love extended. I had one of them too and gramma was a whole diff deck of cards equally arms filled with specialness...thanks Kate for the cherished mem funny in ‘it’s self ‘
And now am in the world of woods management chainsaws sawmills and a also spacious scape but it mountains and hillsides a vast difference of torn between two lovers the sea and the mountains and they’re all deaf by 40 ‘hear too’ (here to) ! Life has its humor amidst the toil and terrible (or perhaps I’ve just lost my mind?)
🤣 that’s a riot! Yes...and that too! I grew up on the sea/by the sea saw this in a very different context as a little girl when life seemed a lot simpler . Thanks for the laugh, Lynn!
We are lucky to have good friends who have a cottage on an island off the coast of Maine. We arrived late yesterday as the "summer crowd" was departing. Our ferry was almost empty as is the island now. I woke (yes WOKE!) to the sounds of gulls, the lapping of waves and the gentle purr of fishing boats on the horizon.
It has been our tradition to be here at this time. Peaceful beyond words. What has changed is that we used to expect (and need) a crackling fire in the evening. It won't be happening on this trip...or probably in future visits.
Well, you did pick a hot week to be here. It should be cool at night, though, so a fire might very well be welcome - besides, how ya gonna make chowdah without a fyah?
Bill, Your comment brought to mind words from my late father, who, frequently concerned about my political obsessions, urged me not to forget to live my life.
I grew up in Cape Elizabeth an extended Maine peninsula not an island but often rode to such places or an occasional guest on a lighthouse where high tide isolated one.
The nostalgic pieces here (prompted by Buddy’s famous captures) only deepen my sense of artistry we each have . Gifts of yesterday rarely appreciated then...when the world was simple. There are those places still ...we can return to or discover and perhaps where we need to be to quell the rising tide...
We all know of what I speak and how moments of these types of art be it Pavarotti, waves lapping, or a familiar retreat give PEACE
I was born in Louisiana but moved to Maine young, and then ( now) WV , now retired and farming is one of many passions, music, good food, all the basics😉
Oh! The other Patti Davis lives in LA and writes books (probably among other things). Her mother was an actress. And I've said bad things about her father on here, but she's definitely OK. (She took her mother's last name.)
Perfect reminder; thank you Barbara Jo! I turned 78 on Saturday, and I can say w/o any doubt or hesitation, true joy is impossible without some measure of self-acceptance. Capitalism (and many religions) rely for their success on encouraging dissatisfaction with ourselves in the moment, "I'm a sinner, I'm too _____ or not enough_______ (fill in the blank)," and claiming that only they can "fix" me. I am blessed to have been introduced to two wise teachers who not only get this, but are teaching us tools to find out way back to our true selves beneath all the judgement and pain.
1) Meditation teacher, author and founder of IMCW (Insight Meditation Community of Washington, DC) Tara Brach's whose teachings are grounded in the idea that, "The gold of our true nature can never be tarnished. When we remember this basic goodness of our being, we open to happiness, peace and freedom." (Tara Brach PHD, Trusting the Gold: Uncovering Your Natural Goodness, Sounds True, 2021.)
2) Family doctor and trauma/addiction expert, Gabor Mate, who champions the authentic self that everyone starts out with, and teaches how trauma from our earliest days separates us from that self, especially when we choose addictive behaviors as soothers. "Don’t ask why the addiction, ask why the pain … addiction is a normal response to trauma." He makes it very clear he's not talking about not taking responsibility for our actions, but is offering a way to understand how our deepest wounds drive our behaviors, and how to heal them. Here's a great summary article. championinhttps://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/apr/12/the-trauma-doctor-gabor-mate-on-happiness-hope-and-how-to-heal-our-deepest-wounds
I will sped my remaining days finding more and more moments of joy through this understanding of my own journey of healing (ex-nun, eating disorder, perfectionist, trauma survivor, alcoholic family), and doing what I can to "spread the word!" Blessings,
Oh, good, you're welcome! I'm really committed to sharing his message. BTW is yours the Brooklyn that used to be the home of the Dodgers? My mom was born on DeKalb ave, and my family was on a four prop plane to Los Angeles for my dad's job the day in 1955 when they won the pennant!
Yes, THE Brooklyn. My grandfather taught high school physics at Manual Training High School, including to I.I. Rabi, a Nobel winner who is portrayed in the new J. Robert Oppenheimer movie. ( I recommend the movie. Despite the 3 hours and 16 minutes, it went by quickly. The movie was gripping and fascinating. On the minus side, the sound track, including both the music and the bombing type noises, was unnecessarily unpleasant.) My father grew up at 505 12th St., where-ever that is (I think it's near Prospect Park).
There should really be a "wow" emoji for things like the day they won the pennant!
I have no recollection of crossing the country in a prop plane, although I did so when I was two months old, late summer 1953. My next trip in an airplane wasn't for another 5 1/2 years, Paris to Israel.
Chaplain, Thank you for sharing parts of your personal journey. For what it might be worth, because I have, over time, come to sense that the deepest, most personal parts of ourselves are also the most universal, I view your mission “to spread the word,” in part, as helping others more fully to reveal themselves to themselves. Again, thanks for writing.
Labor Day and lobsters! What a marvelous Buddy image, as Heather and he take a much deserved moment to relax, before her historical marathon recommences.
Lobsters remind me of when, in the late 1940s, we would sail from Edgartown into Burnt Coat Cove, buy a dozen lobsters wholesale for about a quarter each, boil them on the way to Bar Harbor, and then feast after we had secured the boat.
Before WW II, I had lobster pots in Edgartown harbor. Lobsters had escaped the underwater tank at Eldridge’s Fish Market and had populated the harbor. My pots were under the Edgartown Reading Room. This was a misnomer, since I believe that the only book there was a cocktail manual. In fact, it was a drinking club escape for men.
It was a bit dangerous because of all the broken glass. Every Sunday I gathered enough lobsters for a scrumptious lunch.
As adults, we had much older friends who had a key to the Sciaosit private beach. The deal was that they would invite us there and we would show up with a bowl of cooked and picked lobster. The process was intense. One of the pickers got a lobster infection and was hospitalized before enjoying the fruits of his labor. We gave the ‘oldies’ a three-minute head start on the lobster with toothpicks.
I hope that Heather and Buddy share my nostalgia for lobster and water and beach. What a restorative snatch of life amidst the storms that surround us.
Hi Professor - hey all, celebrating the ongoing efforts of working folks - if I may squeeze in a word or two (ok, more than a few!) - fruits of my own never ending labors before grabbing a nap ... remember the Letter referring to Judge James Ho - standing up for stand-up OB-GYNsters who might suffer a loss of pleasure delivering a full term fetus after months of on-screen viewing if abortions were allowed (sounds just a bit kinky to me!) ...?
"You may remember that federal court of appeals judge James Ho recently filed a concurring opinion in which he described the “aesthetic injury” caused by abortion to doctors who are denied the experience of delivering babies. That same judge issued a decision in which three judges on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals essentially appointed themselves the arbiters of the disposal of nuclear waste in the US. See Vox, Texas v. NRC: America’s Trumpiest court just put itself in charge of nuclear safety."
(( Oh boy, here we go ... ))
"Per Vox,
"Judge James Ho is not a nuclear scientist, an expert in energy policy, an atomic engineer, or anyone else with any specialized knowledge whatsoever on how to store and dispose of nuclear waste.
"Nevertheless, Ho and two of his far-right colleagues on the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit just put themselves in charge of much of America’s nuclear safety regime — invalidating the power of actual nuclear policy regulators to decide how to deal with nuclear waste in the process."
"Judge Ho’s opinion is a dumpster fire of anti-regulatory broadsides on “the administrative state.” Judge Ho (and his fellow Federalist Society judges) may hate the administrative state, but the US will soon have 200,000 metric tons of nuclear waste on its hands. Congress has ordered the Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC) and the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to determine how and where nuclear waste should be stored. Under Judge Ho’s decision, a three-judge panel of the Fifth Circuit gets to make those decisions.
"While disposing of nuclear waste is no one’s favorite topic, it is one that should be left to scientists and engineers whose charge is to protect public health and safety. While much of Judge Ho’s decision is nonsense, two paragraphs invoke the “major questions doctrine,” in which the reactionary majority on the Supreme Court granted itself the right to overrule congressional judgments delegating regulatory authority to federal agencies. The Supreme Court’s reactionary majority may soon find itself struggling with the question of where to store 200,000 tons of nuclear waste if it rejects the judgments of the NRC and EPA. Is that a decision we should leave up to Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito? I vote no!!"
*****
I could not resist the impulse to drop everything and work up a timely response about high level radioactive waste at the Hanford Nuclear Waste Reserve here in Washington State - a critical concern - adding his comment to the most recent post on my "ENERGY MATTERS" page.
Currently, a High-Level Nuclear Waste tank is leaking - only 1000 feet from the river. Two minutes direct exposure is lethal. It has been leaking for more than a year with ZERO action to stop it.
On April 29, 2021, the US Department of Energy (USDOE) publicly admitted the tank was leaking. That was more than 2 years after evidence of a massive leak was known.
Federal and State laws require "immediate" reporting of a leak and "immediate" action to remove leakable liquids from any leaking hazardous waste tank to stop the leak.
But, no enforcement action has been taken by Washington State.
I would be great-full if anyone here could find time to give it a look and submit comments to anyone and everyone who might be able to compel effective action.
Wishing a Happy post(al) Labor Day to all - especially those who risk life and health working in toxic industries that engender ever-escalating appetites and overpowering ambitions of "upward mobility" ....
Buddy has a great eye and a fine boat. I hope your tour takes you to Vroman's Books in Pasadena, CA. I can't wait to get the book and hopefully meet you also!
Lobstering 🦞 matters. It’s a life. Pulling, emptying, cleaning, baiting and setting hundreds of traps a day safely from the lobsterman’s boat requires two, but three is faster, safer, better, three can participate, one drives, one pulls, one empties and cleans, baits and releases, careful not to get caught in the feed out, the unraveling, playing out the lobster line into the deep, the deep icy cold water - the long, long line playing out as the boat moves methodically along the trap line to the next trap to pull, loaded or not. Lobster men repeat this process day in, day out, in all weather, fog or no, the ocean bottom is covered with useful traps, some new, most old, as lobster, soft shell and hard, crawl in, a seasonal phenomenon, they sell out, supply-demand, shortages and disease determine markets, profit and loss. Lobstermen born to work, love their work, their country and the sea, they are a quiet, strong, mild mannered tribe, many are humorous and determined to make our world and the ocean a better place. The Atlantic teaches them and all, lobster 🦞 feeds them. Robust Canadians come south, trespass, Americans rarely go north. From the black of a cold predawn night, to the end of the day, they fish, their boats growl, belch their smoke, loaded with traps symmetrically stacked, those that need work, retuning to the shop, on one side, the new and many refurbished stacked opposite to replace.. the ocean floor crawling with huge and small, prehistoric instinctual creatures of a very dark color, cleaning the ocean floor. Shell fish bring iodine and calcium, a lovely taste, good Jews will avoid them, they must be refrigerated, boiled they’re delicious, baked and stuffed, just fabulous, they’re older than we are, Darwin’s creatures, evolving to do their best, feeding on the fallen, feeding the lobsterman and his family, us and all France.
Tuberville may not know the nuances and operational, organizational structures of the American military, but he does know the organic processes required for the functioning of winning team leadership. Therefore he knows the damage he is inflicting with his promotions hold.
He, if anyone, knows that he is seeding lasting disorder within the leadership of America’s national defense team. He is intentionally undermining the thin line of safety that lets the rest of us sleep through the night.
It is shameful, unpardonable behavior. He doesn’t care. He pays no price. Who is he performing for? He is not even a legal resident of Alabama. And we here in Alabama could not wait to swap him for Doug Jones, because we have an affection for loser, back slapping, football coaches.
Your welcome America!
Please remember us if we all wake up one morning and find that the game has turned ugly.
Shawn We are selling our house and must have our septic system checked. I believe, after 30 years, it has to be replaced. With Fox, its septic system clearly must be greatly enlarged to process all of their crap.
Buddy’s photos are so introspective. I imagine the quiet he experiences on the water allows him to see deeper into the mundane things around us. Which makes them extraordinary. He captures this so beautifully. 😌
Sure. Is that a photo sunset or sunrise? Here in Kenya is noon. From Africa to you, happy Labor Day America. May your sweat and efforts bring more fruits to the entire world of humanity. I love you all 🤍
EKN, Start up in Kenya: I send you wishes for strength and courage. We are all connected on this fragile planet. On BBC radio, am following the news of the All-African governments meeting in Mombasa right now. MKlee
Thank you so much for your prayers 🙏. It is happening in Nairobi, for the African Summit on Climate Change.
Thanks for correcting me. Prayers and hope, MKlee
Welcome MKlee
Hard to tell. One would think sunrise being Maine but it looks like land on the horizon which could imply returning at sunset. Appears to be lobster cages in the pic and I have no idea when they go out to check/change traps. Now I have to find out.
This helps a little: https://umaine.edu/lobsterinstitute/educational-resources/lobstering-basics/
There are a lot of places in Maine where the sun rises over the mountains before it reaches the sea: look at photos of all the little islands and peninsulas around Cadillac Mountain, for example. I have some beautiful photos of sunrise over Schoodic Point taken from Islesford.
Thank you! I thought it could have been taken inside a large bay or be some kind of peninsula or even an island. Being a lifelong landlubber my nautical knowledge is naught. (boy am I full of it this morning!)
And it looks so serene and refreshing
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@RachRiot
Celebrate Labor Day by lying in bed for however many hours you were in labor. If your kids come near you tell them the story of their birth until they run screaming from the room.
RachRiot
My first smile of the am, Paul. I did think about women being in labor yesterday, but this is too funny.
My friend had her son on Labor Day 56 years ago! She has a funny story to tell about the birth!
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Spectacular.
Outrageously funny
Thanks for the LOL!!
Thanks for the laugh!!!
Heather, While I might have written this before, with every photo you share with us, senior editor at Slate Dahlia Lithwick’s immeasurably wise counsel invariably comes to mind. Meant for people like you and your readers, Lithwick said that one can’t do this kind of work unless the person can find joy in her or his life. Suffice it to say, I appreciate more than words the images of joy from your life you pass to us regularly.
So true about finding joy. I recently heard that just as we learn about our triggers, so too should we be learning and valuing our "glimmers."
Spent yesterday late afternoon at my beach watching the sunlight dancing on the water. Ah, literally and psychologically glimmering!
Ellie, Thank you so much for writing, particularly at a time when I’m gathering as many of these pearls as possible.
"Glimmers"! Thanks Ellie!
Spent the evening appreciating a backyard cocktail with our 90+ year old neighbors. They are a joy, indeed!
A Glimmering Source!
https://www.thezoereport.com/wellness/what-are-glimmers
Thank you, MaryPat! This article is great with describing the concept of glimmers more fully, as that glimmers are about feeling happy and safe, and, "'green flags' instead of 'red flags,' or signs of affirmation versus signs of doubt," positive reinforcement.
Thanks to you Ellie!
Excellent advice, Ellie. Music is one of my glimmers, as is standing with my feet in the ocean.
Much to be said for the fishermen out by daybreak in a world where the lap of the waves, boat engines gurgle and the sump pump is mixed only with occasional commands of heave Ho or the gulls accompanying . The sparse crew know their roles, safety is hard taught. Ahhh....The simpler ways of life...one doesn’t see the hours of net mending , trap repair, changing laws surrounding fishing it’s rules and woes.
But this picture captures tranquility something rare and nostalgic...in our complex world periled by greed and struggles to survive.
💙💙VOTE THE COMPLICIT OUT 💙💙
Don't forget the radio blasting, competing with the engine. No wonder the fishermen are all deaf at 40!
The lobsterman who chugs out in the wee hours here plays opera! Pavarotti with my coffee.
Nessun dorma, I assume.
VINCERO!
Thanks Bill, he’s one of my favs.🫶
Their loss. My grandpa taught me at a very early age when fishing with him in Eagle River, Wisconsin..."The fish can hear you and you will scare them away. Be very still."
You painted an instant picture in my mind that was exquisite...❤️
🤣🤣 as if, right? Ode to patient grandparents and the love extended. I had one of them too and gramma was a whole diff deck of cards equally arms filled with specialness...thanks Kate for the cherished mem funny in ‘it’s self ‘
Blessings abound 🫶
And now am in the world of woods management chainsaws sawmills and a also spacious scape but it mountains and hillsides a vast difference of torn between two lovers the sea and the mountains and they’re all deaf by 40 ‘hear too’ (here to) ! Life has its humor amidst the toil and terrible (or perhaps I’ve just lost my mind?)
Join the "lost my mind" club.
Today I’m thinking I may have founded the group! luv the quips, humor, what a great bunch y’all are!🤣🫶🥰
Welcome, welcome. Now, where did I put that . . .
🤣 that’s a riot! Yes...and that too! I grew up on the sea/by the sea saw this in a very different context as a little girl when life seemed a lot simpler . Thanks for the laugh, Lynn!
Life was simpler. Weren't we fortunate to have lived in that era?
Oh yes 🥰
Patricia, We must vote them out, both for ourselves and for succeeding generations to insure they have what we all have had.
Yes. Finding joy. Balance.
We are lucky to have good friends who have a cottage on an island off the coast of Maine. We arrived late yesterday as the "summer crowd" was departing. Our ferry was almost empty as is the island now. I woke (yes WOKE!) to the sounds of gulls, the lapping of waves and the gentle purr of fishing boats on the horizon.
It has been our tradition to be here at this time. Peaceful beyond words. What has changed is that we used to expect (and need) a crackling fire in the evening. It won't be happening on this trip...or probably in future visits.
Well, you did pick a hot week to be here. It should be cool at night, though, so a fire might very well be welcome - besides, how ya gonna make chowdah without a fyah?
Bill, Your comment brought to mind words from my late father, who, frequently concerned about my political obsessions, urged me not to forget to live my life.
That was sweet and wise of your father.
I grew up in Cape Elizabeth an extended Maine peninsula not an island but often rode to such places or an occasional guest on a lighthouse where high tide isolated one.
The nostalgic pieces here (prompted by Buddy’s famous captures) only deepen my sense of artistry we each have . Gifts of yesterday rarely appreciated then...when the world was simple. There are those places still ...we can return to or discover and perhaps where we need to be to quell the rising tide...
We all know of what I speak and how moments of these types of art be it Pavarotti, waves lapping, or a familiar retreat give PEACE
I thought you grew up in LA. Or is that some other Patricia Davis I'm thinking of?
Spend time w/fam in SF/Oregon/MN/ Maine
You definitely get around!
I was born in Louisiana but moved to Maine young, and then ( now) WV , now retired and farming is one of many passions, music, good food, all the basics😉
Oh! The other Patti Davis lives in LA and writes books (probably among other things). Her mother was an actress. And I've said bad things about her father on here, but she's definitely OK. (She took her mother's last name.)
And my mother was an actress and dancer same as me....not quite as famous....but in Maine
I know of her ...
in the anthropocene, combustion is to be avoided whenever and where-ever possible.
Bill, lest we all forget:
“I awakened”.
😊😊🌞
Perfect reminder; thank you Barbara Jo! I turned 78 on Saturday, and I can say w/o any doubt or hesitation, true joy is impossible without some measure of self-acceptance. Capitalism (and many religions) rely for their success on encouraging dissatisfaction with ourselves in the moment, "I'm a sinner, I'm too _____ or not enough_______ (fill in the blank)," and claiming that only they can "fix" me. I am blessed to have been introduced to two wise teachers who not only get this, but are teaching us tools to find out way back to our true selves beneath all the judgement and pain.
1) Meditation teacher, author and founder of IMCW (Insight Meditation Community of Washington, DC) Tara Brach's whose teachings are grounded in the idea that, "The gold of our true nature can never be tarnished. When we remember this basic goodness of our being, we open to happiness, peace and freedom." (Tara Brach PHD, Trusting the Gold: Uncovering Your Natural Goodness, Sounds True, 2021.)
2) Family doctor and trauma/addiction expert, Gabor Mate, who champions the authentic self that everyone starts out with, and teaches how trauma from our earliest days separates us from that self, especially when we choose addictive behaviors as soothers. "Don’t ask why the addiction, ask why the pain … addiction is a normal response to trauma." He makes it very clear he's not talking about not taking responsibility for our actions, but is offering a way to understand how our deepest wounds drive our behaviors, and how to heal them. Here's a great summary article. championinhttps://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/apr/12/the-trauma-doctor-gabor-mate-on-happiness-hope-and-how-to-heal-our-deepest-wounds
I will sped my remaining days finding more and more moments of joy through this understanding of my own journey of healing (ex-nun, eating disorder, perfectionist, trauma survivor, alcoholic family), and doing what I can to "spread the word!" Blessings,
I'm definitely going to read the article you posted. Thanks!
Oh, good, you're welcome! I'm really committed to sharing his message. BTW is yours the Brooklyn that used to be the home of the Dodgers? My mom was born on DeKalb ave, and my family was on a four prop plane to Los Angeles for my dad's job the day in 1955 when they won the pennant!
Yes, THE Brooklyn. My grandfather taught high school physics at Manual Training High School, including to I.I. Rabi, a Nobel winner who is portrayed in the new J. Robert Oppenheimer movie. ( I recommend the movie. Despite the 3 hours and 16 minutes, it went by quickly. The movie was gripping and fascinating. On the minus side, the sound track, including both the music and the bombing type noises, was unnecessarily unpleasant.) My father grew up at 505 12th St., where-ever that is (I think it's near Prospect Park).
There should really be a "wow" emoji for things like the day they won the pennant!
I have no recollection of crossing the country in a prop plane, although I did so when I was two months old, late summer 1953. My next trip in an airplane wasn't for another 5 1/2 years, Paris to Israel.
Chaplain, Thank you for sharing parts of your personal journey. For what it might be worth, because I have, over time, come to sense that the deepest, most personal parts of ourselves are also the most universal, I view your mission “to spread the word,” in part, as helping others more fully to reveal themselves to themselves. Again, thanks for writing.
Labor Day and lobsters! What a marvelous Buddy image, as Heather and he take a much deserved moment to relax, before her historical marathon recommences.
Lobsters remind me of when, in the late 1940s, we would sail from Edgartown into Burnt Coat Cove, buy a dozen lobsters wholesale for about a quarter each, boil them on the way to Bar Harbor, and then feast after we had secured the boat.
Before WW II, I had lobster pots in Edgartown harbor. Lobsters had escaped the underwater tank at Eldridge’s Fish Market and had populated the harbor. My pots were under the Edgartown Reading Room. This was a misnomer, since I believe that the only book there was a cocktail manual. In fact, it was a drinking club escape for men.
It was a bit dangerous because of all the broken glass. Every Sunday I gathered enough lobsters for a scrumptious lunch.
As adults, we had much older friends who had a key to the Sciaosit private beach. The deal was that they would invite us there and we would show up with a bowl of cooked and picked lobster. The process was intense. One of the pickers got a lobster infection and was hospitalized before enjoying the fruits of his labor. We gave the ‘oldies’ a three-minute head start on the lobster with toothpicks.
I hope that Heather and Buddy share my nostalgia for lobster and water and beach. What a restorative snatch of life amidst the storms that surround us.
Thank you, Keith for your input today. This puts a smile on my face this morning! Have a great day!
Happy Labor Day, Heather! Hope you got to eat, drink and be on the water!
Happy Labor Day to you, too, Heather, Buddy, and LFAAers!
Morning, Lynell!
Mine was, Lynell. Spent the day in a favorite pastime (smoking meat and grilling veggies). Hoping for toes in the ocean later in the week.
Sounds marvelous, Ally...morning!
Hi Professor - hey all, celebrating the ongoing efforts of working folks - if I may squeeze in a word or two (ok, more than a few!) - fruits of my own never ending labors before grabbing a nap ... remember the Letter referring to Judge James Ho - standing up for stand-up OB-GYNsters who might suffer a loss of pleasure delivering a full term fetus after months of on-screen viewing if abortions were allowed (sounds just a bit kinky to me!) ...?
(https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/august-16-2023)
(Last 6 paragraphs at end of letter)
Well, Robert B. Hubbell recently commented on another of Judge Ho's special interests in the belly of his Letter on August 30:
'Judge Ho takes control of nuclear safety in the US. '
https://roberthubbell.substack.com/p/impeach-ready-aim?
From Mr. Hubbell:
"You may remember that federal court of appeals judge James Ho recently filed a concurring opinion in which he described the “aesthetic injury” caused by abortion to doctors who are denied the experience of delivering babies. That same judge issued a decision in which three judges on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals essentially appointed themselves the arbiters of the disposal of nuclear waste in the US. See Vox, Texas v. NRC: America’s Trumpiest court just put itself in charge of nuclear safety."
(( Oh boy, here we go ... ))
"Per Vox,
"Judge James Ho is not a nuclear scientist, an expert in energy policy, an atomic engineer, or anyone else with any specialized knowledge whatsoever on how to store and dispose of nuclear waste.
"Nevertheless, Ho and two of his far-right colleagues on the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit just put themselves in charge of much of America’s nuclear safety regime — invalidating the power of actual nuclear policy regulators to decide how to deal with nuclear waste in the process."
"Judge Ho’s opinion is a dumpster fire of anti-regulatory broadsides on “the administrative state.” Judge Ho (and his fellow Federalist Society judges) may hate the administrative state, but the US will soon have 200,000 metric tons of nuclear waste on its hands. Congress has ordered the Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC) and the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to determine how and where nuclear waste should be stored. Under Judge Ho’s decision, a three-judge panel of the Fifth Circuit gets to make those decisions.
"While disposing of nuclear waste is no one’s favorite topic, it is one that should be left to scientists and engineers whose charge is to protect public health and safety. While much of Judge Ho’s decision is nonsense, two paragraphs invoke the “major questions doctrine,” in which the reactionary majority on the Supreme Court granted itself the right to overrule congressional judgments delegating regulatory authority to federal agencies. The Supreme Court’s reactionary majority may soon find itself struggling with the question of where to store 200,000 tons of nuclear waste if it rejects the judgments of the NRC and EPA. Is that a decision we should leave up to Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito? I vote no!!"
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I could not resist the impulse to drop everything and work up a timely response about high level radioactive waste at the Hanford Nuclear Waste Reserve here in Washington State - a critical concern - adding his comment to the most recent post on my "ENERGY MATTERS" page.
https://kathleenallen.substack.com/p/of-all-the-many-issues-hitting-the
Currently, a High-Level Nuclear Waste tank is leaking - only 1000 feet from the river. Two minutes direct exposure is lethal. It has been leaking for more than a year with ZERO action to stop it.
On April 29, 2021, the US Department of Energy (USDOE) publicly admitted the tank was leaking. That was more than 2 years after evidence of a massive leak was known.
Federal and State laws require "immediate" reporting of a leak and "immediate" action to remove leakable liquids from any leaking hazardous waste tank to stop the leak.
But, no enforcement action has been taken by Washington State.
I would be great-full if anyone here could find time to give it a look and submit comments to anyone and everyone who might be able to compel effective action.
Wishing a Happy post(al) Labor Day to all - especially those who risk life and health working in toxic industries that engender ever-escalating appetites and overpowering ambitions of "upward mobility" ....
... One Breath ... One Love ...
Buddy has a great eye and a fine boat. I hope your tour takes you to Vroman's Books in Pasadena, CA. I can't wait to get the book and hopefully meet you also!
Beautiful night off! Enjoy!😘
Lobstering 🦞 matters. It’s a life. Pulling, emptying, cleaning, baiting and setting hundreds of traps a day safely from the lobsterman’s boat requires two, but three is faster, safer, better, three can participate, one drives, one pulls, one empties and cleans, baits and releases, careful not to get caught in the feed out, the unraveling, playing out the lobster line into the deep, the deep icy cold water - the long, long line playing out as the boat moves methodically along the trap line to the next trap to pull, loaded or not. Lobster men repeat this process day in, day out, in all weather, fog or no, the ocean bottom is covered with useful traps, some new, most old, as lobster, soft shell and hard, crawl in, a seasonal phenomenon, they sell out, supply-demand, shortages and disease determine markets, profit and loss. Lobstermen born to work, love their work, their country and the sea, they are a quiet, strong, mild mannered tribe, many are humorous and determined to make our world and the ocean a better place. The Atlantic teaches them and all, lobster 🦞 feeds them. Robust Canadians come south, trespass, Americans rarely go north. From the black of a cold predawn night, to the end of the day, they fish, their boats growl, belch their smoke, loaded with traps symmetrically stacked, those that need work, retuning to the shop, on one side, the new and many refurbished stacked opposite to replace.. the ocean floor crawling with huge and small, prehistoric instinctual creatures of a very dark color, cleaning the ocean floor. Shell fish bring iodine and calcium, a lovely taste, good Jews will avoid them, they must be refrigerated, boiled they’re delicious, baked and stuffed, just fabulous, they’re older than we are, Darwin’s creatures, evolving to do their best, feeding on the fallen, feeding the lobsterman and his family, us and all France.
Happy Labor Day, Buddy and Heather. Thank you for everything you do!
Thank you, Buddy, for another beautifully serene image. I really hope to visit Maine one day.
Great photo. Happy Labor Day!
Remembering all who fought for the rights and benefits we have today.
Tuberville may not know the nuances and operational, organizational structures of the American military, but he does know the organic processes required for the functioning of winning team leadership. Therefore he knows the damage he is inflicting with his promotions hold.
He, if anyone, knows that he is seeding lasting disorder within the leadership of America’s national defense team. He is intentionally undermining the thin line of safety that lets the rest of us sleep through the night.
It is shameful, unpardonable behavior. He doesn’t care. He pays no price. Who is he performing for? He is not even a legal resident of Alabama. And we here in Alabama could not wait to swap him for Doug Jones, because we have an affection for loser, back slapping, football coaches.
Your welcome America!
Please remember us if we all wake up one morning and find that the game has turned ugly.
If you’re like me, you read HCR daily and wonder how the GOP can have ANY followers.
Then I read/listen to this Substack that condenses a week of Fox News into 45 minutes.
https://open.substack.com/pub/decodingfoxnews/p/fox-news-whos-trump-biden-is-an-old?r=4j5a4&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
Suddenly, I see how people are being brainwashed.
With understanding comes empathy. And that is a better place to start.
Shawn We are selling our house and must have our septic system checked. I believe, after 30 years, it has to be replaced. With Fox, its septic system clearly must be greatly enlarged to process all of their crap.
With understanding comes contempt. Loathing. Fear of fascism. Not DENIAL.