Sunday, August 28, 2011

SCUBA Down Under

After having too much fun and excitement in Alaska I am now back home in good ole Chicago.  I've been back for a few weeks now and it's been very nice to decompress for a while, play a little disc golf and catch up on some movies.  I have also been interviewing for a host of new jobs.  A few days ago I got word back from one informing me that I have a new position to fill with Florida International University. 

Now for the exciting part... I will be going to Shark Bay, Australia and working on The Shark Bay Ecosystem Research Project.  Shark Bay is around 500 miles north of Perth on the west coast of Australia. Thats the side without the great barrier reef... bummer, but it is also home to one of the most complete undisturbed seagrass ecosystems and the world's largest Dugong population.  They have been working on a comprehensive study of this ecosystem for the last 12 years and now I get to throw my two cents in with it.

My position as a field assistant will entail catching sea turtles for measurements, building underwater exclosures to experiment on the grazing effects of dugongs, and anything else they need done.  As far as I can tell this may be anything from catching sharks to performing SCUBA based observations.

Australia will be amazing, I have no doubt.  The two top places on earth that I have always wanted to go to are New Zealand and Australia.  Now someone has hired me to actually go and work with them in Australia. Even the work will be something I have dreamed of doing for years.  It doesn't get better than that.  They will also be paying for my American Academy of Underwater Sciences diver certification.  This is a class designed for biological research that requires SCUBA. It is no joke, unlike some other scuba certification classes, and I will be spending three weeks in Miami working on it before I head down under.

Right now I am still working out all the details, signing all the papers and getting my stuff together but soon enough I will be moving west, moving south and living in an eternal summer.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Great Gardens

All of the other woofers and occupants of the farm have moved on now to other endeavors while I am left to run the it solo for about a week until the owners return.  It's good work and does not require excessive upkeep besides keeping the plants and animals fed and watered.  As long as the sheep don't escape, the birds aren't attacked by animals and the plants don't wither I am doing a good job.


I've also found that I have quite a bit of free time each day in between caring for the animals.  I am always looking to fill this time with something fun or productive.  One day I made it out across the bay to Halibut Cove, the most incredible town I have ever seen within the boundaries of the United States... of course it was so spur of the moment that in my haste I forgot my camera and now that experience is recorded solely within my mind.  The last few days I have been lucky enough to be working as a landscaper for a friends mom, and making some traveling money along the way.


She has a beautiful self-designed house located on a level mid-slope terrace overlooking the town of Homer.  The view from her house is gorgeous and the garden is pristine.  I feel fortunate to have been acquainted with her and even more-so to have been able to put a little of my own work into her garden.  Every day I worked there we had frequent visits from Bald Eagles and Moose.  Best of all, I got to learn some great gardening techniques and practices from one of the best. 


Looking right down the Homer spit.  What a view!

Working hard outside for great people and with a view like this... It will be very difficult to leave Homer.  In the short time I have already spent here I have come to feel quite comfortable... quite at home.  The place itself and the environment surrounding it fills me constantly with its picturesque beauty.  I love to talk with the "Homerians" who seem to possess this concrete bond with their home.  They understand how special their home is and those I have met don't take it for granted.  These people truly have their feet rooted firmly on the ground and the fruit of such a healthy connection with their land is made evident in the way they live.  Homer will always be a destination for my return and is already on the short-list of places I feel at home... of places I could live.  

Just one of the everyday Bald Eagle sightings


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Gettin Baked

For breakfast Lunch and Dinner I have had a lot of time to experiment with different recipes both easy and complicated.  I do not have too much experience as a chef and to be honest cooking is just not my forte.  However I do love to bake.  I tend to make cookies and the occasional cake but have finally had the chance to really indulge my curiosity.  Thats easy when you have access to a full kitchen and ingredients supplied by someone else.


Before
I started with some basic bread, a loaf of whole wheat bread.  It was rather dense and tough.  Next I tried to experiment more by using the same basic recipe and adding a few things to end up with a chocolate and orange zest loaf of bread.  That one turned out delicious but still not quite as fluffy I would have liked so i decided to change it up.  I made some pizza dough and baked a delicious mustard and veggie pizza (Thanks to my brother Noah for the mustard idea).  It was perfect and i received lot of compliments on that one.  Due to the success I tried another pizza, this time in the Italian style with a few eggs on top. It was good but lacked the spicy kick and added moistness of the previous mustard based one.


After

Before
This is when I decided to really go nuts.  I started making dough before I knew what I wanted to do with it.  I started cranking out loaves, garlic bread and an apple pie, my new favorite.  The entire time I was making the pie i didn't think it was going to work.  The dough looked to sticky, the apples didn't seem cooked, the filling looked too liquidy but in the end it turned out just right.  I was so excited at my successful and first attempt at a pie that I had to show it off.

What should I bake next?  Any ideas?


After




Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Homer Homesteader


After meeting some of the local Homerians, Matt, Andrew and I were taken on a beautiful hike down the homestead trail to see a couple long since abandoned cabins.  One was quite old, though I'm not sure how old, and the other had been abandoned sometime in the 70's or 80's.  Even the hike itself was great with Andrew and Matt rocking on the banjo and mandolin as we walked a long.  We spent a good amount of time checking out the old places, stumbling across things like old National Geographic Magazines, poetry written by the former occupant, albums, ancient cars and a host of all other items in and around the houses.


Andrew, Me and Matt







The Really Old House








The Not-Quite-So-Old House






Wish I could fix up this old thing and take it home.

Monday, August 1, 2011

It's No Small Wonder


Here are some more pictures of the Small Wonder Farm and a few projects we are working on.



Dewrise

Featherlegs perched in a warm spot. Poor rooster

As Matt, another woofer at the farm, was clearing weeds away from a nearby trail he happened upon a small and adorable little rabbit.  It had hopped out from its hiding place and sat motionless on the edge of the path.  Matt scooped it up and brought it back in hopes we might give it a safe home.  It was fun to see and to hold but we all decided that it would be best to send the little guy on his way.  Rabbits are not an endangered species and do not need help in keeping their numbers up.  This little rabbit might have the most adapted genes of his population and deserves the chance to move them along.













A new set of front steps to greet the very, very-few people that stop by.  The completed set will be flanked with rocks and pebbles on both sides







A photo of the irrigation system I worked out for our garden.  The tarp suspended on wood poles catches rainwater and directs it into the garbage can.  From there the water flows into a hose and down to a forked unit that controls the flow and diverts the water through other hoses to the various raised beds.









Thursday, July 21, 2011

Adaptational Acknowledgement

Sometimes I struggle to find the right words to describe the spectrum of emotion, thoughts, and connections that I experience every day.  Every so often I try to reflect on the day, week, month or even year and to notice the changes I have gone through.  It is important during the course of our lives to acknowledge externally the progress that we make internally so as to continue the journey without becoming stagnated in personality.

By addressing and making conscious these small milestones we are able to move beyond them and take the next step to becoming what we want to be, to what we believe we are inside.  Although historically I have remained less social, I now actively try to follow this course of opening up and telling people about myself.  Not just the obvious about where I am from and what I like to do, but I am attempting to open up a deeper dialogue with those around me.  More recently I  have been keeping a journal and writing this blog, but even when writing it is important to put down more than just a catalog of activities from each day.  Add thoughts, feelings, and motives associated with your actions.  Describe in detail the inferences, assumptions and intuitions you feel.   

I have found that sometimes it is easiest with strangers because they are not bound by preconceptions already formed of who they believe I am.  It is a clean slate to express who I am at this very moment, not who I have been up until it.  Of course I tell them where I come from and what brought me here but the real connection, the trust that binds any relationship, is formed by exposing completely novel information about myself... By expressing something that is new, even for my own ears to hear.  All the other information, the things that I have told others before... the rehearsed and practiced lines that you scarcely think about as they fall from your lips might mean no less to them. However, from my point of view, at that moment I become someone new, someone changed, and it is by this person that I am reborn.

It is acknowledgment that is the catalyst of change in the cell, the organ, the individual, the community...  At any scale it is the same.  Something new occurs, for example let us say a chemical is released in the body.  The chemical is only able to affect cells that have the proper receptors that are able to acknowledge its presence.  All other cells stay the same as if nothing has happened.  It is the same process with an individual.  Instead of a chemical messenger, new experiences occur.  If the experience is acknowledged consciously then change is allowed to occur within the person, moreover the change can also be directed by that person.  The word for this process is adaptation.

Now consider non-adaptation beginning at the scale of a single cell again.  A chemical is introduced and the cell does not respond.  It is unable to recognize the chemicals presence or importance.  Change may still occur with constant exposure but the effects are indirect and the change is slow to take place. However the environment that the cell exists in has changed regardless of its own ability to acknowledge the difference.  The cell will now, most likely, be less effective... less fit for the new environment that it finds itself in.

  Again this is synonymous at the scale of an individual.  A person may experience something meaningful to them, but if quickly brushed aside and forgotten it will have no lasting effect.  Only constant and prolonged exposure to the same unrecognized experience can affect an individual who denies its importance.  If acknowledged, they fix the experience as a part of themselves. They begin to define themselves.

I found it quite scary to define myself as a teenager because I believed that once you became defined change was then impossible.  I thought that what makes up your being now will decide what you are later.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  I've learned now that by defining yourself you actually increase your own ability to change, to adapt.  Redefinition is always possible and constantly happening in all of us, however it is only those who realize, who acknowledge it in themselves, that are able to adapt in a meaningful way.  What better way can there be to acknowledge self-change, to redefine yourself, than to meet a stranger and to tell them about your experiences.  

Experience itself is the fertilization of potential change and to acknowledge that change is to adapt, to be reborn.  For instance, I have just had an amazing experience full of new discovery during my time counting birds for the Alaska Bird Observatory.  That planted the seeds of change in me but it did not make them grow.  It is now that I have expressed those experiences that the change is able to take root.  I grow and adapt more to who I really am with every new experience that I relate.  The only thing to prevent this is my own skepticism.  Skepticism and sarcasm are the antagonists of experience and significance.  Skeptics limit their own experience while sarcasm strips it of significance.

Keep an open mind, allow your own belief in the unbelievable and the intangible.  Experience the change that takes place around you.  Put yourself in situations where you might feel uncomfortable, out of place.  This is where you will learn the most, where you will find the ability to adapt.  The simple fact is that we don't know everything and more importantly we are ignorant of what it is that we don't know.  One of my favorite quotes to exemplify this point comes from the movie Men In Black.


"Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet.  Imagine what you'll know tomorrow."


One of the glaciers across the bay

Eric and Jude (behind), Woofers on my farm

Luke, Noah, and I in San Francisco

Scotty(Left) and Me(Right) in the float plane

Taking a picture in Kanuti NWR


P.S.   Just found this blog that a friend, David Swanson, is writing about his time in Cameroon working on a water supply project. Check it out!


Sunday, July 17, 2011

WWOOFing in Homer

A few days ago I arrived in Homer, Alaska.  I went straight from the airport to Small Wonder Farm, a little family run farm trying to become sustainable.  Its an interesting place with a lot of animals and and a lot to do.  As wwoofers trading work for food, we work hard and we get fed well.

My cabin

Hot tub

Work can be anything from building animal enclosures and raised planter beds to caring for animals and preparing them for the kitchen table.  It is great manual labor and every day I finish tired and happy.  This farm in particular is only in the fledgling stages and they do not have much in the way of produce yet but bartering between farms is common and we certainly don't miss out on veggies.



Solar charging

The downside of wwoofing on a fledgling farm is that I am not learning as much as I would like about sustainable practices.  The upside is that they actually let me try out my own ideas which fosters innovation.  I love trying to problem solve odd situations.

This may be a farm but it is not an uncomfortable living.  The main house even has a cedar hot tub on the back porch, though I haven't made use of it yet.  I imagine that it is quite serene to soak in it during the sound dampened snowy winters here. The farm is located on the top of a large ridge overlooking the mountains and glaciers across the inlet.  Everywhere you go the view is extraordinary.

Baby duck mass.

Go Ducks!




Pig pen



Andy the hilarious goat

Roosting Turkeys

Oh the outhouse

I love these planter boxes

A couple rescued swans



The house and foggy mountains in the distance.
Some steps I built Makajawan style
All farmers must own an old truck that wont start.