That's "Campana-stan" or ''Land of Campana." It reflects the Weltanschauung of Michael E. Campana, President-for-Life of the Republic of Campanastan. Welcome to Campanastan - no passports or visas required!
Texas Agriculture Law Blog Don't let the name fool you - there are lots of water issues in agriculture and Tiffany Dowell of Texas A&M University does a fabulous job with this important Internet resource. Give it a read - I do every day!
The Way of Water Oregon State University Geography PhD Student, Jennifer Veilleux, records her fieldwork, research, and thoughts about transboundary water resources development in the Nile River and Mekong River basins. Particular attention is given to Ethiopia's Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam and Laos' Xayaburi Dam projects.
Thirsty in Suburbia Gayle Leonard documents things from the world of water that make us smile: particularly funny, amusing and weird items on bottled water, water towers, water marketing, recycling, the art-water nexus and working.
This Day in Water History Michael J. 'Mike' McGuire, engineer extraordinaire, NAE member, and author of 'The Chlorine Revolution', blogs about historical happenings in the fields of drinking water and wastewater keyed to calendar dates.
WaSH Resources New publications, web sites and multi-media on water, sanitation and hygiene (WaSH).
Water 50/50 From Jay Famiglietti at UC-Irvine. Fifty lectures in fifty weeks: The 2012 Birdsall-Dreiss Distinguished Lectureship. A global lecture tour delivering the message about our changing water cycle, groundwater depletion, and the future of freshwater availability.
Water For The Ages Abby, another PNWer, writes about global water issues with passion and concern.
Watering the Desert Aptly-titled blog by CJ Brooks, a lawyer-hydrologist-geologist from Tucson, AZ.
Watershed Moments: Thoughts from the Hydrosphere From Sarah Boon - rediscovering her writing and editing roots after 13 years, primarily as an environmental scientist. Her writing centres around creative non-fiction, specifically memoir and nature writing. The landscapes of western Canada are her main inspiration.
WaterWired All things fresh water: news, comment, and analysis from hydrogeologist Michael E. Campana, Professor at Oregon State University.
Watery Foundation Tom Swihart, formerly of the Florida Department of Environmental Protection, tells all about water management in the Sunshine State.
Western Water Blog The 'mystery blog' about Western USA water issues. What more can I say?
Wisdom in Water, Please... Kate Wilkins-Wells , who manages the Northwest Kansas Groundwater Management District No. 4, provides her wisdom on water issues.
xAnalytical Doug Walker's xAnalytical blog:Turning Data and Information into Knowledge
What the ad forgot to mention was that World War I was such a huge waste (more so than most wars) and could have been avoided (like most wars, I suppose). It also indicates who bears the brunt of such folly, and it's not the national leaders. I recall my father, a historian born just a few months before World War I began, describing the events leading up to the start of the war and the miscalculations and stupidity of the European leaders. There was anger in his words.
It's Russian here in Oregon. Never would have guessed that. I am also surprised at French in some places: the Carolinas, West Virginia. I know that Germans comprise the largest group of European immigrants to the USA but the frequency of German - 16 of the states - was unexpected.
I stumbled upon (euphemism for 'displacement behavior') something I wrote in my last Vienna Reportin May 2003. I was in Vienna for a committee meeting at the headquarters of the International Atomic Energy Agency in the United Nations complex. The comments by an IAEADeputy Director General were quite fascinating, even in 2014. The emboldened remarks were added by me for this post.
At a reception for our committee in the UN's restaurant one of the Agency's DDGs (Deputy Director-General) made an appearance among hoi polloi, and promptly launched into a lament about his new E-series Mercedes, which wasn't as good as his 5-series BMW, but cost more. Just as we were done commiserating with his misfortune, he launched into his analysis of why the world has been turned upside down, and we soon realized why this guy was a DDG and we were not. "A white man [Eminem]is the world's best rapper. A black man [Tiger Woods] is the world's best golfer. The Germans don't want war. The Italians want fiscal responsibility. The Poles ask the Germans to "contribute" to their military mission. The French think the Americans are arrogant." We all thought of a few things we could add ("Starbucks is in Vienna, across from the Hotel Sacher") but a forthright colleague said it best: "And an IAEA DDG buys a round of drinks." The DDG left after that, saying that he had to get his E-series from the shop.
To conclude, I'le tell you news that's right, Christmas was kil'd at Naseby fight: Charity was slain at that same time, Jack Tell troth too, a friend of mine, Likewise then did die, rost beef and shred pie, Pig, Goose and Capon no quarter found. Yet let's be content, and the times lament, you see the world turn'd upside down. - Last verse,The World Turned Upside Down
Hard to believe she really said this. Even harder to recall that a lot of people wanted her to be POTUS.
"I find it interesting that it was back in the 1970s that the swine flu broke out under another, then under another Democrat president, Jimmy Carter. I'm not blaming this on President Obama, I just think it's an interesting coincidence.'' - Rep. Michele Bachmann (R-MN), on the 1976 Swine Flu outbreak that happened when Gerald Ford was president (28 April 2009)
I like Adam Baldwin as an actor. No, not that Adam Baldwin of the Brothers Baldwin - thisAdam Baldwin. I enjoyed him in Fireflyand its film continuation, Serenity. He played a tough guy living on the fringes of society, outside the law, sort of a loose cannon, but a real good-bad guy to have on your side.
He currently plays a similar role, but one constrained by the uniform of the U.S. Navy in the TV series, The Last Ship.It's a good show that just got renewed. The premise of that show is that an engineered virus has destroyed 80% of humanity. One ship, the USS Nathan James (Baldwin plays XO Mike Slattery), holds the key to a cure as it sails around seeking supplies and refuge from a Russian ship out to destroy it, but not before obtaining its vaccine.
An actor best known for playing a lovable jackass on Firefly who now plays a significantly less loveable jackass on Twitter. Baldwin coined the term Gamergate, which replaced the much-less-likely-to-be-taken-seriously-even-on-the-Internet term Quinnspiracy, and keeps it, and several foundling libertarian conspiracy theories, alive.
Only a man bold enough to tweet questions like, “What hard evidence is there that Obama doesn’t want Ebola in America?”[emboldening mine] can frame the debate around game-journalism ethics without drawing distracting parallels between the arrangements and sympathies occurring within that industry (free games for preview, camaraderie) and the relationship that exists between film critics and movie studios, or between the travel industry and travel writers, about which there’s little hysteria and no threats. (See “Rape.”) How it is that Adam Baldwin is as huge a jackass as he seems to be without being one of the infamous Baldwin brothers remains one of the great mysteries of this whole affair.
As some gamers might say, 'Consider the gender of the writer.'
Why the title of this post? Baldwin was born in Winnetka, IL, namesake of a famous jazz tune.
He should be moving out of his parents' basement any day now.
I need to rest now. Way too much information for my first day in Vancouver.
"Rape: A hilarious word (like wombat!) to be used whenever you find yourself in an argument with a woman. You don’t even have to wait for an argument. Is there a woman attracting attention of any kind on the Internet? Consider threatening to rape her. Later, suggest she needs to lighten up." - Tabatha Southey, in her Globe and Mailarticle
The following exchange made my day at 8 AM today. A recorded message on my home landline with a female robo-voice told me to call the IRS immediately to avoid punitive actions. The return number had a DC area code (which doesn't mean the call came from DC).
I knew it was a scam but decided to return the call because I was curious. What follows is a close approximation to the conversation. The epithets are the exact ones the 'IRS agent' (who had a thick Indian accent) used.
ME: I'm calling about a recent message you left to call this number.
IRS: What is your phone number?
IRS (interrupting me, shouting): WHAT IS YOUR PHONE NUMBER???
ME (raised voice): I AM TRYING TO GIVE IT TO YOU...541-75.....
IRS: DON'T YELL AT ME, YOU MOTHERF***ER!!!
ME: I was trying to give you my number and you interrupted me.
ME (chuckling): You're a liar - you're not the IRS!
IRS: YOU ARE A MOTHERF***ER!!!
ME (laughing): How's the weather in Bangalore?
I'm wondering waht the deal was. Was this a 'legitimate scam' (oxymoron) that went awry because the guy lost his temper or someone who gets off yelling epithets at a stranger.
There's likely one more unemployed phone boiler-room worker walking the streets in Bangalore (or some other place) today.
I recall when news of the Ebola epidemic in West Africa first hit the media outlets here. We in the USA were treated to a number of USA officials essentially saying, 'Don't worry folks. The health-care system in the USA is far more advanced than that in West Africa. It's unlikely that the Ebola virus will find its way here, but if it does, we will be able to contain it.'
That made me feel much better, especially since my favorite TV shows have become The Last Ship, The Strain, and Helix, all of which deal with viruses or other pathogens that are extremely virulent and threaten humanity.
But the recent episode in Dallas has put me at unease. A Liberian fellow, Thomas Duncan, walked into the ER at Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital with fever and other symptoms of Ebola (fever, stomach cramps) and told the ER nurse that he had just flown in from Liberia, one of the hotspots of the epidemic. The nurse failed to transmit this information to the diagnostic team, so the man was treated and released. Fortunately, he came back when he became sicker.
Wait a second. Ebola? Liberia? Fever? Duhhh....Where has the aforementioned nurse been for the past few weeks? Good Lord, if those three words in juxtaposition don't raise a red flag to a health care worker, I don't know what would. THPH has blamed the omission on the software glitch (Ah, blame the computer). Had I been the nurse I think I would have picked up the phone (after I stopped shaking) or communicated to the diagnostic team somewhat more directly than using software. [Note added on 4 October 2014: THPH now saysthat the problem was not with the computer; the diagnostic team got the information on its screen but didn't see it. Stay tuned: the story could mutate faster than a virus.]
The folks in Dallas are now tracking down the people who have been in contact with the Duncan, who is now very ill. Let's hope the public health workers are more adept than the THPH folks.
And how did Duncan get here? When he left Liberia, he lied when asked if he had been in contact with Ebola-infected persons (he had, and all have died). So I guess it's not too hard to fly here from West Africa. Liberia is considering criminal charges against him, should he survive.
I write about this because the health-care communications breakdown in Dallas is all too familiar to Mary Frances and me. Her mother (99 years old) is in a nursing home in Kentucky that is reputed to be one of the best in the area. We have found that the various shifts do not communicate with each other very well and that 'the ball is dropped' quite often. We know this because we have had to hire a minder for my mother-in-law, a young woman who does a great job keeping tabs on the 'professionals' and calling them out when they screw up.
The Last Ship and Helix are on hiatus now. I think I might skip the last few episodes of The Strain.
'Bureaucratic time and virus time are different.' - Unknown
James Brown makes a remarkabkle statement on domestic violence on 11 September 2014. Who would have imagined this before an NFL game, much less one involving the Pittsburgh Steelers (Ben Roethlisberger) and the Baltimore Ravens (Ray Rice)?
You go, James!
Guys, it's in our court.
"Our silence is deafening and deadly." - James Brown
I will be avoiding all the 'specials' on the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Not interested in all the contrived 'linkages' between 9/11 and the guy who collects trash in Toledo who found an image of the burning Pentagon in some dumpster or the football player who has the Twin Towers tattooed on his biceps. Sorry.
My desk is littered with magazines whose covers shout features like "Where Have We Been?", "What Went Wrong?", "Are We Safer?", "Why Do They Hate Us?", blah, blah, blah, I can't read any of them. I should say I can't finish any of them.
Actually, I did read one excellent article: "What 9/11 Wrought" by Joseph Lelyveld in the current issue of Smithsonian magazine. Read it.
As much as I despise those who rained death upon us, I don't like what we have become. Xenophobes. Jingoes. Torturers. What moral authority the USA had, it's been greatly diminished.
I'm driving to Seattle today for a meeting tomorrow and Tuesday. When I had planned to drive it did not dawn on me that it would be on 9/11. Flying today wouldn't bother me, but it will be nice to be on the road for about five hours. No media folks trying to get a sound bite.
But let me give a shout-out to the first responders, many of whom made the ultimate sacrifice to save others. And Pat Tillman.
Thirteen years ago today my younger sister Ann Campana Judgewas murdered by the five men you see here.
I will always remember that these men, as well as 10 of the other 14 murderers, were Saudi Arabians. The other four were nationals of the UAE (2), Lebanon, and Egypt.
When we buy Saudi oil, some of our money goes to organizations that support these kinds of people.
We should never forget that.
A few days after 9/11/2001, a field outside the Pentagon was 'appropriated' by loved ones of the victims. We left mementos of those we lost.
Below you can see what what my niece Becky and I left in Ann's memory. The Marlboro Lights and Diet Coke should have been accompanied by a fifth (or more) of Dewar's Scotch but we exercised some good judgment - we left a Dewar's ad from a magazine. Besides, Ann would have wanted us to consume it.
I've been to the memorial thrice and it is a remarkable place. It's open 24/7.
Below are some pictures, including Ann's bench and her name carved in stone at the entrance.
In August 2009 I had a nice long visit. I sat on her bench and said "God bless!" to the other 183 murdered heroes who are memorialized, including the three middle-school students and their teachers Ann and NGS colleague Joe Ferguson were escorting to Los Angeles to join others for a field trip to the Channel Islands. It was the students' first airplane trip.
Next time I vist I'll bring some Diet Coke, a pack of Marlboro Lights, and maybe a bottle of Dewar's. Those were three of Annie's favorite things.
One thing gnaws at me: what were Ann's last moments like? Was she aware that they were going to crash? She must have - she was an experienced flyer who'd flown out of DC airports many times. She knew they were flying too fast and too low. And they were going in the wrong direction to be landing at DCA. Did she die on impact or suffer? Was she comforting the children? Probably.
Somewhat morbid, I know.
I have her effects in a box (Mary Frances had this custom-built for me) in our library - her driver's license, some business cards, etc. It's amazing how well they survived the conflagration. She was incinerated but her business cards survived.
Here is an article about the foundation I created to honor Ann.
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." -- attributed to Edmund Burke
"A little bit of irreverence is good. A lot is better." -- Ann Campana Judge
Today, in the village of Monte Vista in Honduras, villagers dedicated a library in honor of Mary Frances. It is part of the kindergarten school building, and, like the school, serves six communities in the rugged region in the Municipio of Omoa. The library serves all but will focus on the children.
The library was the villagers' idea. They know the importance of reading and knowledge and wanted their children to have a better education in a country where only a sixth-grade education is required and provided by the 'benevolent souls' in Tegucigalpa. Why give your citizens a high-school education when one half as much will do fine, thank you very much.
Amigo Rolando López will donate a computer or two. Wireless Internet? Perhaps that will come to pass.
The villagers donated 370 person-days and 95 mule-days (hauling stuff) in time to construct the library. The Ann Campana Judge Foundation used several hundred dollars left over from village water projects in the area to help purchase building materials. Mary Frances and I also made up the shortfall.
A huge celebration and program was organized by librarian-teacher Maria del Carmen Ramirez (shown below with Rolando). Students sang, performed, and put on skits. Five n=hundred tamales were consumed!
Maria with performers. Patronato Melvin Chávez observes from the doorway.
The library is the right door. Below is the plaque for Mary Frances in the library. The translation:
Mary Frances Campana worked in libraries in the U.S. for 35 years. She held management and information research positions in government, public, university and corporate libraries. She taught library science skills in rural California libraries and set up a library for a Panamanian environmental organization. Mary Frances also holds a Masters degree in Spanish, with a specialization in Latin American literature. Her favorite pastimes are supporting her husband Michael's work in water resources, reading and riding horses.
When one man saw her picture, he said to me, 'Su hija es muy bonita' ('Your daughter is very beautiful'). I just smiled and said 'Si'.
Great people, great library, great spouse!
"Reading maketh a full person; conference a ready person; and writing an exact person." - apologies to Francis Bacon (who used the male gender)
Friend and fellow caddy camp alumnus Frank Colvario sent me this piece from the Boston Globe.
As you know I am a veteran of caddy (also spelled 'caddie') camps in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and Cape Cod, Massachusetts, and have fond memories and lifelong friends like Frank from those days (1958-1967).
Kevin Williams working on the course at Sankaty Head Golf Club.
SIASCONSET — Hut inspection at Sankaty Head Caddie Campbegan at 8 o’clock sharp on a bright midsummer morning. “Hats off!” barked assistant camp director Nick Riccardella as he walked through the rows of double-decked bunk beds, taking note of unswept floors and other infractions. At 8:15, a flag-raising ceremony was held in the courtyard outside.
By 8:30 a.m., most of the 54 campers were either on caddie duty at the nearby golf club or tending to chores elsewhere on the rustic campus, tucked between the 11th and 13th fairways of the Sankaty Head Golf Club on eastern Nantucket.
Not so, though, for a dozen campers who are high school juniors. They were attending a college counseling session in the camp library, learning about “reach” schools and “likelies,” engineering-major options versus liberal arts strongholds. Later that afternoon, a group of seniors would receive help with their college application essays.
At a camp founded in 1930 and long known for instructing teenage boys, many from disadvantaged backgrounds, in how to judge a putt, carry a golf bag, locate an errant tee shot, rake a bunker, and impress club members with their smarts and maturity, these training sessions are both new and necessary, according to those in charge of the facility. This is not your grandfather’s caddie camp anymore, many say, a statement that might strike several campers as literally true, their own grandfathers being proud camp alumni.
“We’re the last of a kind and, we hope, also the first of a kind,” said Sankaty Head club member and camp foundation trustee Richard Drucker in the clubhouse that afternoon.
‘It’s beyond these kids making money and finding jobs. . . . We’re preparing them better for college life and beyond.’
Already regarded as the last private-club caddie camp in the country, if not the world, the camp’s mission was reconceived two years ago. Camp trustees hired Dave Hinman, a veteran high school teacher and coach, to implement their plan. Hinman in turn has made several key changes in the program, placing greater emphasis — and scrutiny — on campers’ classroom performance during the school year while striving to build a more diverse camp community to share in the 10-week summer experience.
These changes include expanding the pool of applicants via an aggressive, Web-based outreach effort; partnering with organizations such as First Tee, which provides golf instruction and educational resources to inner-city youths; adding courses in college counseling, SAT test prep, and public speaking; and bringing in motivational speakers like New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick, a Sankaty club member.
Of this year’s group, 25 hail from Massachusetts; the rest come from 15 other states, including Ohio, South Carolina, California, and Oregon. Hinman received 100 applicants for the 17 slots available this year. Ideally, he says, campers spend three to five summers here, beginning at age 13 or 14. As they advance in seniority, they gain more authority over which golfers they’re assigned to help. The hope is they’ll form lasting bonds with specific members as well as staffers and fellow campers, bonds that often serve them well in young adulthood and beyond.
“The younger they are, the more opportunity they have to grow here,” Hinman said during a tour of the camp facility, which includes three dormitories plus separate buildings housing a dining hall, rec room, library, laundry, and shower area.
Jack Eichen (left) and other caddies man the bags during a recent round of golf at Sankaty Head Golf Club.
Campers also now have Wi-Fi coverage and other technological resources unavailable to them just a few years ago. Other traditions and rules at the all-boys’ camp — no drugs or alcohol, no social visits with the opposite sex — have been carefully preserved, however.
“It’s beyond these kids making money and finding jobs, as was the case for decades,” Drucker noted. “We’re preparing them better for college life and beyond.”
Like the camp, Sankaty Head Golf Club boasts a storied lineage, its link-style course still considered among the finest of its vintage in the world. The waiting list to join is long, the membership roll a reflection of Nantucket’s well-heeled, if rather eclectic, summer population.
Without the solid support of club members, says Hinman, the camp might no longer exist at all, a fate shared by many private-club camps that vanished from New England’s golfing landscape in the 1960s and ’70s: victims of rising operating costs and liability concerns, among other factors.
Affirming their commitment, members rushed to help rebuild the camp after a fire in August 2011 gutted the mess hall and one dorm. Camp continued more or less normally for the remainder of the summer, and the buildings were replaced during the off-season.
“You need a lot of people to buy into the idea,” Hinman said “And here you have a [club] membership that has a strong relationship with these kids and wants to keep it going.”
Make no mistake, though. The money to be made is still meaningful, and plentiful, to campers as young as 13, some of whom arrive with little or no exposure to golf whatsoever.
This year’s group can expect to earn $3,000 to $15,000 apiece in caddie fees and tips, working six days a week (weather permitting). Campers with two years’ service or more can apply for additional scholarship aid, which is awarded at summer’s end by a panel of trustees that includes former General Electric CEO Jack Welch and ex-Honeywell chief Larry Bossidy (some have likened these interview sessions to episodes of “Shark Tank Nantucket”), both longtime golf club members. More than $100,000 is handed out each year, a sum trustees say they hope to boost substantially in the near future.
Assistant camp director Nick Riccardella performs a bunk-check at Sankaty Head Caddie Camp.
Most of what the campers earn is pure profit, too. Charged a $5 daily fee for room and board, they pay only a token amount to support the camp, whose annual budget is approximately $400,000. In return comes the privilege of summering on Nantucket, making lifelong friends and networking contacts, and, yes, getting to golf on a world-class course in its off-hours.
“We’re trying to send as many through college with as little debt as possible,” explained camp foundation head Jacques Wullschleger, who along with Hinman has been instrumental in tweaking the camp’s mission and focus.
In many ways, camper Kareem Brown and staff member Ryan Collopy embody what the Caddie Camp experience was originally designed to do, decades ago.
Brown, 15, a high-school sophomore from Trenton, N.J., had never set foot on Nantucket before — or on a golf course, for that matter — when he arrived at Caddie Camp in June. He applied online after hearing about the camp through one of his father’s co-workers.
His first few days were “really tiring and stressful,” Brown admitted during a break from an intramural softball game. “When people call rank on you, it’s not the best feeling.” He also had difficulty mastering what to do, and not to do, when golfers were gathered on the putting green, he said.'
Campers gather for the morning flag-raising ceremony at Sankaty Head Caddie Camp.
However, Brown added, he’s since learned to love the camp experience, its camaraderie and teamwork, and hopes to return next summer.
Hinman says Brown’s adjustment has been fun to witness, on many levels.
After his first few days as a caddie, Hinman recalled, a club member phoned to complain — politely but pointedly — that Brown seemed lost trying to follow a struck golf ball. What could be done about this, the club member asked.
Hinman took Brown to the golf club’s practice tee and had him watch a few shots, describing what he saw. No luck. So Hinman arranged for an eye exam. Problem solved.
Collopy, 19, of North Andover is in his seventh year at camp. For the past two, he’s served as a senior staff member, running extracurricular activities and mentoring younger campers. Headed to Vermont’s St. Michael’s College in the fall, where he plans to study business, he first came to camp as a 13-year old in need of mentoring himself.
“At first there was more of a fun, summer-camp aspect to it,” Collopy recalled. Making money was important, too, he said. Equally valuable, though, have been the relationships he’s forged with club members and their guests.
“You make strong connections here,” he said. Seated next to him in the camp mess hall was Bryan Garland, a 21-year-old senior at The College of New Jersey. Garland said he switched his major from engineering to finance — and landed a plum internship at Merrill Lynch — on the advice of a club member for whom he’d caddied over several summers.
By next summer, according to Hinman, the camp will be offering courses in being interviewed for college or employment. “There’s still some tweaking to be done,” he acknowledged. “We really want to keep camp traditions alive, though. They’re too valuable to lose.”
"I've always felt so grateful that I dropped out of school, that I never had to do a thesis. I wouldn't know how to organize and structure myself to film so that B follows A and C follows B." - Michael Moore
Note that McLendon is carrying a piece. I guess that's to keep all those 'crazy bitches' away. Or maybe his host (a tranny?), who's probably packin' heat, too.
At least he has a a guide to men, which of course, disparages women as well.
I was waiting for McLendon's version of the (in)famous 'Trophy Wife Age Law': Age = (N/2) + 7, where N = age of the man (some claim the constant is "-7" for N > 60). Sometimes this is called 'Domenico's Law', after the late Pat Domenico from whom I first heard it. We could also call this the 'Boy Toy Age Law' - such parlance was not in use when the law was formulated.
I'm unsure a rigorous proof has ever been published.
Too bad McLendon's a lawyer and not a mathematician. It would have been nice see his graph expressed as a set of equations.
“The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says: 'It's a girl.'” ― Shirley Chisholm
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