Saturday, June 14, 2008

Passion and Faith

You have to admire people who have faith. Faith is a sign of strong personal confidence and conviction. So why is it difficult for someone, with a very practical frame of mind, to surrender everything and believe in an unquestioned authority? Why do some people have faith so willingly and some are so resistant?


If your childhood upbringing does not include any strong feelings of faith, finding peace with yourself may be difficult and frustrating. One common approach is scientific: Everything has a cause and effect. There are concrete reasons for it all! Nothing is ‘just because.’ Unfortunately, it is not that simple.


The human race can be so self-centered and close-minded. Let’s get metaphysical: How can we possibly think Earth is the only place in the entire universe where life exists? Are we the most sophisticated form of life? Do souls exist? Do we have a purpose? Are we merely random occurrences of life? How advanced are we compared to other life beyond our tiny solar system? Is there really a God? Will a faith in God make all these concerns unimportant? There are many questions! Is God truly the answer? Which God is the 'real' God? Do we really need faith? One way or another, I think 'yes.'


Without answers, life can lack satisfaction and closure. Joy may be negated by insecurity and fear about self-preservation and purpose. An elderly woman I once knew had complete inner peace. It was all because she had something that many people lack: A deep faith in God. For her, these matters had been answered and established long ago. God created Heaven and Earth. Jesus is our savior. Live your life following the teachings of Jesus and all will be well.


She was truly admirable. Her faith brought gratification, comfort and joy to her life. It lifted her to a positive plain that does not appear on many people's maps. She shared her joy with everyone who would listen. What a world it would be if we all could embrace life with such confidence! How could a man, who lived 2000 years ago, be such a powerful muse to the world today? Is this simply a method, used by people en masse, to answer all of our primal issues and get them out of the way and off our plates? What about the religions that are still waiting for a savior? Do they find satisfaction just following the traditions begun by their ancestry centuries ago? Is taking this ultimate leap of faith the way to go? Without devotion and conviction, would it truly be called 'faith?'


Faith and passion are incredibly interactive. Without faith, passion is a difficult pursuit. Without passion, faith is blind. Yet, passion can be focused in a myriad of directions. You'll find passion in everyone around you. You'll find it by helping the ones you love. You'll need some to do the things you like to do! It can be a relentless power that can fuel years of work as you struggle to meet your goals. Is a belief in God necessary to have faith and passion? It is hard to say, but it certainly does help.


Watch the dawn rise. Try to understand the miracle of a new day. Look around you. How did all of these things come to be? There must be some sort of superior being or force that created it all with such proficiency and complexity. One point that can not be argued: Life on earth is so amazingly prolific. In God-forsaken places, like the rim of a fresh lava crater, you’ll see plants eking out an existence. The diversity of life is equally astounding. So many different creatures. So many different life forms. There must be an answer as to how it came to be.


Go to the country and look up at the sky at night. The universe is so vast. Does it have form and shape? Does it end? Why were we given the ability to think and wonder about these things? Do we have an obligation to use our intelligence to secure and protect our planet?


One thing that seems to be truly universal is rock. The human exploration of our solar system has shown that there is a lot of rock out there and it is not rare. Are there many different renditions of rock? Certainly. Is there any shortage of rock? Not a chance. Does rock exist throughout the universe? From our very limited point of view, it seems so. What other things are found across the skies? Who knows? Is there an advanced form of life elsewhere? Are there other beings that transcend what we call life?


To find peace within yourself, you need to reel back your line and ropes as far as they will go. Peace can only be found within your soul. You should direct your passion toward finding your peace and then sustaining it. Faith in your decision may become your inspiration to continue. Never forget those around you that bring you joy. When you trim back to the very basics, these companions in your life are truly what count. We all share in our wonder of the mystery of life. Hold on tight to the ones that you love. If this is your passion, this is the beginning of your faith.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Fighting Time

How difficult can it be to get quality health care in America? Nearly impossible. My good friend Bob describes the scene perfectly: If you make the system as difficult as possible to navigate, a certain percentage of the applicants will simply give up. Reporting from the front lines of this tragic mess, I can tell you that his perception is deadly correct, literally.


I want to share with you what I have learned from battle. First, you must have the proper tools. The most important item to own is a working fax machine with a dedicated telephone line. This is the year 2008. You might suppose that the health and legal industries would depend completely on the efficient and expedient exchange of information electronically. Think again!


I am completely convinced that paper companies underwrite these industries. Absolutely everything is based on paper records. Create a paper document of thirty pages. Print it out and fax it to your lawyer and then your health care firm. You have already eaten up 90 pages of paper. Of course, now you need to file the document into a space-devouring file cabinet. Maybe you also have to send the original to your lawyer and make a copy for your records. There goes another 30 pages of paper and another donation to the postal service of your choice. It is cumbersome, inefficient, wasteful and time-consuming.


Don’t try to fight this methodology. I tried and tried and it is simply a huge waste of time. These industries have never heard of Adobe Acrobat nor do they want to. I’m convinced few of these people have heard of a zipped file and even fewer know how to deal with them. Advancing law and health care just into the electronic second half of the 20th century would be a huge step forward alone. I find all of this infuriating for one very good reason. It wastes time.


Time can be extremely important. If you are old or very sick or both, your use of time can determine your fate. For instance, in the State of Florida, the average time between application and approval for Medicaid coverage is about eight months. Add to this a couple of months of preparation time and thousands of dollars in fees to firms who exist just to prepare your application forms and additional documentation for Medicaid’s review. You can literally die waiting.


Do the best you can but realize your limitations. The system is too complicated even for the professionals to completely understand. Nearly everyone depends on collaboration to do business. American healthcare is certainly not for the faint of heart. You are bound to make mistakes, but learn from them. I did. Try not to be discouraged by Monday morning halfbacks coaching you about every move you make. Don’t get involved emotionally. Follow your heart. Steady on!


Take fastidious records and keep a log book. I keep two kinds of records for each company or entity I deal with. Make collecting phone numbers and names an obsession. Every clue you uncover will be helpful now and in the future. When you are prepared with complete and detailed information about your case, you garner more attention and become a much more effective warrior. Knowledge and connections equal power. Also, keep a chronological record. Always know who you have talked to at what time and what they said. Quote their actions from your records. This simple tip will accelerate your progress. What you know will keep them on their toes. Carry basic information in a notebook to be carried with you at all times. You don’t want to be unprepared if a customer service representative finally calls you back on your cell phone!


Accurate filing of your information and documents is important too. Keep all your paperwork arranged in a system that works for you. Make sure you can access your files quickly. Write down when everything is received and transacted. You may consider using an inked stamp for dating your records. If you want to be quite complete, number your documents but devise a method that allows the inclusion of support documents to existing trails of paper.


You may need to compose additional documents to help you chart the history of companies that have evolved over time. This may require detailed research. I traced an unknown home equity loan to a contemporary firm in this manner. The classical case of this dilemma is the development and eventual consolidation of the old Bell System and AT&T. This exercise is required for your Master’s degree in estate management!


Another major source of anxiety is your ongoing battle with computer automated telephone receptionists especially ones with voice recognition. This problem would make great comedy material if it wasn’t so infuriating and time consuming. Consider the next paragraph as group therapy between myself and my readers. Here’s a typical scenario:


Allow 90 minutes for each call. Be ready to take notes and call up information on a moment’s notice. Begin by dialing the main customer service number of your vendor. Don’t expect to speak to a human being. Most healthcare firms now use computer generated receptionists using voice recognition technology. Your family will think you are possessed as you sit and say, in a staccato voice, No! Yes! Billing! Something else! If you are lucky, eventually a human being will appear and, hopefully, you’ll get some results. Your worst nightmare is the live person transferring your call back up to the top of the sequence and you have to start all over again.


Predetermine your choice of assisted living and nursing home facilities before you become infirm. Visit and observe their cleanliness and practice of hygiene. If possible, try to reserve accommodations at your place of choice now. Learn as much as you can about Medicare. Know what Part A and Part B are all about. When you become eligible for Medicare apply for prescription coverage immediately. There can be out-of-pocket penalties if you don’t! Also, learn about Medicaid and how it differs from Medicare coverage. Each state has an individual system for instituting Medicaid. Discover the requirements for eligibility and plan your finances to meet them.


It is so important to become fluent regarding your care and finances. Once placed in a nursing home, you may be extremely limited in your ability to move elsewhere, especially if your Medicaid coverage is pending. Arrange everything you can while you are still adept and cognizant.


One thing will probably always be true: Involvement with the healthcare industry will consume endless hours of time. Your efforts may often seem in vain. Every once in a while, take a mental health break for yourself. I’m sure you have more than earned it! Do the very best you can. You can run for months, at all costs, and still lose the race. If a place in Heaven is earned, this pursuit could very well be the price of admission.

Into The Woods

It’s Memorial Day. I can’t think of a better time, at the start of vacation season, to reminisce about summers past. As a child, summertime meant only one thing: going to North Adams, Massachusetts. Here’s what it was like…


I couldn’t sleep! Sitting on my aunt’s lap, I was finally on my way to North Adams. What had I gotten myself into? Here I was, in the front seat of a little green 1950 Chevy coupe, getting ready to greet the unknown. I heard my two older cousins talk about this place and I just had to see it for myself. It was a land of adventure and legend. What would it be like?


Nervous and apprehensive, I read every road sign aloud: ‘Speed Limit 40,’ ‘Do Not Pass,’ ‘Hoosac Tunnel – 15 miles.’ My aunt could not go to sleep. My uncle didn’t react to anything. He focused on getting the family up to the familiar cabin. Nothing was going to stop him. It was 1958 and superhighways were a futuristic dream. These were country roads, like Route 22, and progress was a lot slower than today’s zoom rides.


Starting at 93 Kellogg Street in Oyster Bay, on Long Island’s north shore, we began our journey at just about dusk knowing the ride would be about five hours long. We passed all sorts of exotic places: Purdys, Otis, Pittsfield and finally Adams, Williamstown and North Adams. North Adams was the big city, with bright lights, restaurants and motels and (wow) a Dairy Queen.


We toured the entire town following signs to Route 2 ‘The Mohawk Trail.’ According to legend, Route 2 was built along the precise path carved by the Mohawk Indians to travel east and west through the forests. ‘Look! There’s Pop’s Variety Store! There’s the Hairpin Turn! There’s Mount Whitlock!’ I didn’t have the slightest idea what this meant, but one thing was sure. We were close to where we were going. Little did I know the mystery trip had just begun!


We reached the top of the hill and then followed Route 2 east towards Greenfield. The road was desolate and dark. No lights, no signs, no markings. This was getting really interesting. Suddenly, my uncle veers off the main road onto a bumpy and wet unmarked path. I was the only passenger still awake. I looked up at the darkness and the tall trees passing by. Where, on earth, were we?


The muddy ruts and bumps made for punishing motoring. I held on tight. Their little Chevy was really made for four people, not five. With their black cocker spaniel mix dog, Sparky, squeezed in the back seat with my cousins, there was no room for me, so I rode my aunt’s knee the entire trip. The cold had forced us to close the little triangle vent windows a couple of hours before. The windows were a little foggy and the atmosphere was clammy.


Some clues were found indicating our path. A rustic wood sign said ‘Spruce Hill’ and then I saw signs for North Pond. Just as we passed North Pond we made a slow hard left turn and I saw a mailbox with ‘MOGUL’ painted on it. A couple of hundred feet more and the headlights hit a small brown cabin. We had made it! We were there!


The car doors opened and chilly air blew in. The forest was alive with crickets and peeper frogs and a million other sounds. The sky above was deep dark black loaded with more stars than I had ever seen. Holding a flashlight, my uncle jiggled the latch on the cabin and cracked the door open. My cousins knew to wait for awhile before the cabin aired out. After a few quick sweeps of a broom into a dustpan, my uncle built a quick fire in the wood stove. We got the cue: ‘OK. Come on in!’


The cabin was tiny and dark. There were two rooms. The back room had a bunk bed and two single beds. My cousins shared the bunk bed. My aunt and uncle used the single beds. Where was I sleeping? I had a cot that was folded out in the other room right by the wood stove. I didn’t realize it until morning, but I may have had the best seat in the house. Although I had no mattress, I was just an arm’s length from the crackling warm stove. The sound of the burning wood kept me company.


There was a sink but no running water. Electricity consisted of one bare light bulb mounted above the stove and one outlet. Telephones did not exist. The walls were fashioned out of dark brown large unfinished logs. Inside, it always smelled a little bit like burning wood. The scent was comforting and became familiar almost immediately.


Outside the cabin was truly amazing. The air was so clear and the sky was as blue as ocean water. I quickly learned the necessities of life. Water was procured from an old manual pump above a deep well across a short meadow. The bathroom was actually a wood framed outhouse. There was a toilet seat, a roll of toilet paper and a huge bucket of white lime with a metal cup. Instead of flushing a toilet, you sprinkled some of the white stuff over your business before you left.


Getting water was magical. Press down the lever two or three times and you would prime the pump. All the rusty brown crud, which had been sitting in the pipes forever, would spit out along with some air. Delicious and refreshing clear cold water followed. You could fill a metal bucket and bring it back to the cabin, hold a cup for a taste or dunk your head under it for afternoon refreshment on a hot day. What a great invention it was!


Our single modern appliance was a short white refrigerator. It had a large chrome locking handle that closed tight like a port seal on a large boat. Most of our food came from a small convenience store at the top of the dirt road just before you reached Route 2.


Our diet was quite basic: toast, eggs and cereal for breakfast; burgers and hot dogs for dinner. Corn on the cob was a treat. Once a week we would go out for dinner. We would pile into the car and head down into North Adams to our favorite restaurant: Howard Johnson’s. We’d slide into a booth with a wide Formica-topped table. I would always have the same thing: one “frankfort” and a glass of milk.


The best thing we ate was hand-picked. Savoy State Forest’s meadows were filled with endless amounts of blueberry bushes. We would bring as many wicker baskets as we could carry and pick berries for an hour or two. The tiny wild berries were tart, sweet and full of flavor unlike store-bought blueberries you are accustomed to today. The ones we didn’t eat from the palm of our hands went into pancakes and muffins that were not to be believed. The blueberry pancakes flipped on the skillet in our cabin were like no other. They weren’t the only treats we enjoyed!


If we had really behaved ourselves we would be treated to a visit to the Dairy Queen. Soft chocolate or vanilla ice cream in a cake cone created a delicious dessert. The menu item of legend was the enormous, chocolate-covered banana boat. I don’t think I ever had one, but I remember my cousin Bill had one once. Piled with ice cream and chocolate sauce all atop a banana slice, this was more dessert than we could ever imagine. It sure looked good on the posters taped to the store’s window!


A couple of summers later, my uncle traded in the green Chevy for a light blue Chevy station wagon. It had a fold-up seat in the back allowing kids to sit backwards. You could roll down the back window and feel the fresh air go by. My cousin Bill dreamed up a great invention. We had some left over kite string. We made little holes in some paper cups and tied the cups to the string. This creation would be tossed out the window as we held the end of the string. The cups would bop and bounce on the road behind the car and we would laugh our heads off.


The best moment came when we were driving through downtown North Adams. A policeman was directing traffic. As our station wagon passed him, the cups bounced over his shoes. The cop yelled “Hey you kids! Get those cups in the car!” We laughed until we cried. That moment became a legend for years to come.


Another source of wonderful fun could be found half way up the hill towards the cabin. A little shop, called Pop’s Variety Store, was the place we spent all the pocket change we could find. Our source of revenue was penny bottle deposits, money found here or there, or maybe a small allowance if we were lucky.


Two candies from Pop’s are remembered fondly. The store had dozens of round glass canisters filled with candy sticks with so many flavors it was hard to choose! Each and every one was distinctive and interesting. We would trade sample licks with anyone we could find. ‘You have to try this one!’ Another candy was the combination of heaven and butter. This area was known as maple country and beyond pedestrian delights, like pancake syrup, were little maple candies in the shape of toy men or stars or animals. Wrapped in little cellophane covered boxes, these treats were the most amazing things I had ever tasted.


A little farther up the hill was ‘The World Famous Hairpin Turn.’ It was a really tight 180 degree turn along Route 2 that had its own gift shop. In our eyes, the big attraction here was a big upright console music box. They had a couple of dozen disks, each with a different song, which played for about two minutes. The metal disks were about three feet across, with beautiful engraved decorations appropriate for its song, and little cut-outs that would control what notes would plink as it slowly turned round and round. Although it had the same timbre as a little music box, it had a great big sound. The lush harmonics it produced were charming and delightful. Built in the mid-1800s, it had been restored and maintained and ran for years and years.


At the very top of the hill was Whitcomb Summit, a scenic overlook for tourists and the site of an elk statue that made the location unique. The vista revealed the entire valley including a good look at Mount Greylock, the tallest mountain in Massachusetts.


Back we went to our cabin. There were two cabins actually. Both were owned and operated by Bob Mogul, a lifetime resident and a seasoned forest ranger. His place is still there, along with his signature mailbox, just past North Pond. Mr. Mogul’s property is right in the middle of Savoy State Forest located in Florida, Massachusetts. For decades, he served as one of many people who looked over this expansive undeveloped area.


One of the important duties of forest rangers was to keep constant watch for fires. Very tall towers topped by glass-enclosed huts would be manned by rangers watching out for disaster. This was often the point of first alert when a fire started. The fire towers were also the place where you could sneak a magnificent view of the mountains. Every fire tower had a long walk-up stairs. Even if a ranger was not there, you could climb nearly to the top and have a look. The views were absolutely amazing.


Sparky the dog had a nasty adventure at the fire tower one day. We were all on top of the tower stairs, looking around, and we saw Sparky take off after something in the woods. Suddenly, his barks turned into yelps. We quickly found him shaking his head like crazy. What had happened? Sparky had confronted a porcupine, who didn’t like being chased, and now had a nose and face filled with painful quills. We had to gently nurse out the quills and clean Sparky’s nose. It was a day we would never forget. What a mess!


Another great adventure was our occasional treks up to the summit of Spruce Hill. The trail began at an off-road pull-in. Many obvious signs would keep you on-track as you walked to the top. The trail was a delight. You would pass through many, many different types of woods and meadows featuring quite a variety of environments from swamps to swaying grass. Only at the very end of the path did the trail become steep. A few careful steps up some rocks would reveal, for the first time, a dramatic view all around for a hundred miles or more. You never had a clue as to how high up you really were until you reached the very end.


The hour-and-a-half walk was always worth it. We had some great picnics on top of Spruce Hill and Sparky was always around to enjoy the leftovers. The way back only took half that long. Going down hill, we would run half the way, falling a couple of times, down to the bottom. We would wait for the adults by the car. A quick dip into North Pond would cool us off for the rest of the afternoon.


There are actually three ponds in Savoy State Forest: North Pond, South Pond and Bog Pond. Bog Pond was the biggest and most rustic. The over-run from the pond went over a beaver dam and down into a little stream. Often, the pond was the residence of a large community of beaver. The signs of their presence were easy to see. Young trees would be gnawed free leaving little stubs that looked like oversized pencil points sticking out of the ground. The beavers were exceptional architects creating elaborate lodge homes and dams.


Often, my cousin Bill and uncle would bring Bill’s seven-foot dinghy up to the cabin and we would launch it into Bog Pond. No engines were allowed in the clear water, but you could row all you wanted. We discovered a nifty trick entirely by chance. After casting out the dingy, we smacked an oar against the water with unexpected results. The beavers misunderstood the sound as their signal of distress and the entire group ran off for cover!


If our summers in North Adams could be remembered for one thing, it would be rain. We often thought one of our neighbors might be named Noah. It would rain and rain and rain. Often, we simply didn’t care. We would walk down to North Pond, dodge the millions of red and green salamanders all over the roads and grass and hop in the water anyway. We were only bound by two rules: You didn’t swim when you had just eaten and you didn’t swim when it started to thunder.


How it could thunder! One storm was particularly legendary. A thunderstorm brewed late one evening after dusk. It was completely dark and it must have been 11 or 12 at night. The thunderclaps were strong and loud and we cowered in our beds as if we were being tossed in a little boat at sea. Suddenly, with a huge bang and flash, we suffered a direct hit to the power lines. The single light bulb above the stove flashed like a camera and our radio stopped playing and smelled atrocious.


When the morning finally broke, and the storm had passed, we assessed the damage. Light bulb pieces, now just little shards of black glass, were all over the floor. The radio was literally toasted. When we finally went home, my Dad removed and replaced all the blasted parts and the radio came back to life. If you saw what the radio looked like right after the lightning strike, you would understand what a miracle this was!


Radio was often our only link to the real world. There was only one local radio station: WMNB 1230 AM from North Adams. WMNB only broadcast during daylight hours. We only listened to the radio when it got dark around 10 or 11 at night. After dark, the world would drift into our AM radio. It was never the same twice!


The one station I remember listening to in the cabin was WWVA in Wheeling, West Virginia. They would always come in so strongly at night. Back in 1958, WWVA played bluegrass music all night long. We would listen to crooners sing lyrical stories about every facet of the lives of coalminers and mountain life. Nearly every song included amazing harmonies and great picking.


The main advertisers on WWVA were record companies hawking complex sets of recordings by mail. You would never hear them sell just one record. “Buy the two record set and get a third record free… and if you order now, we’ll also send you…” The music fit the location where it was being heard. We were also in the mountains, just very far away!


My most important possession was my little transistor radio. AM was the only band back then. This two transistor miracle had a little whip antenna about 6 inches long. I could just barely hear the station in North Adams. At night, it produced a weird hodge-podge of noise. My Dad cured this problem by giving me a long hank of wire, maybe 30 feet or so, which I strung up around the windows. When I attached the wire to the little whip antenna, a zillion stations came in at night. It was amazing. It was fun.


About forty years later, I visited Savoy State Forest again. This time, I brought my wife and my two daughters. Many sites were still there: Pop’s Variety Store, Hairpin Turn, Whitcomb Summit, Spruce Hill, North Pond and the Mogul’s place. I couldn’t see into the woods to see if the cabin survived. So much of it looked exactly the same.


The summers I spent in North Adams, 1958 to 1965, gave me a grand appreciation of nature and very simple living. It balanced my life at home in a small apartment in Queens. Life in the woods was so uncomplicated without all the encumbrances of city life and the responsibilities of school. Years later, I would move to the country forever. It all began in a small cabin far into the woods…

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Rainbows!

A spectacular show has been playing in our backyard for the past two evenings. A recurrent rain shower system has been sprinkling our lawn nearly continuously. A spray of moisture hangs in the air ready for action. Just when the sun is low on the horizon displaying 'magic light,' bold and beautiful double rainbows have appeared with deep colors and full arcs across the sky. What an amazing sight to see!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Grazing in the Grass with Robin


Good conversations with different species are a hard 'get.' Recently, after endless negotiations, I was granted an interview with possibly the most famous bird around. The robin could be most recognizable flyer known to man. Spring wouldn't be the same without them! It was only a few fleeting moments, but interesting nonetheless. How those minutes flew by!


K: You don't talk to humans very much. What should we know about robins? What do you want us to be aware of?


R: We keep it simple. When we need to eat, we hunt worms, grubs and caterpillars. Fruit and berries are our dessert. We build nests. When it gets too cold, we fly south.


K: Robins always seem to be looking for worms. You stop. You listen. You move again. You pounce and dig. Don’t you ever get tired?


R: Look, we need to feed ourselves and we need to feed our chicks. We hunt with our eyes a lot more than our ears. Rainy days are a luxury because those squiggly guys come out in droves. It’s very much like free food for humans. By the way, we don’t ‘bob’ whatever the heck that means. We’ve all heard that song. We’re just doing our jobs, OK? Lay off the ‘bob, bob, bobbing along’ nonsense already!


K: While we are on stereotypes, how do you react to ‘robin red breast?’


R: This is another thing we don’t understand. First of all, our front plumage is orange, not red. Secondly, I don’t see you giving cardinals a hard time. They are red and they have those silly little crests, as well. What really annoys us is the Latin scientific identifier you handed us! Turdus migratorius? I just don’t think that’s very polite at all!


K: I’m truly sorry. I didn’t come up with it. Robins have good connotations, as well, you know. You are the state bird of Michigan, Wisconsin and Connecticut. There’s a great standard pop tune called ‘Rockin Robin.’ Robin Hood was a working class hero. And, of course, there was Batman and Robin. If you know Winnie the Pooh, you’ve heard of Christopher Robin.


R: OK. OK. I forgive you.


K: Besides hunting for food, what do you do with the rest of your day?


R: We stay out of trouble. We are not big and we look like dinner to a lot of creatures. Raptors, raccoons, fox, cats and you humans moving around in those metal boxes you get into. Do you know what it is like to fly around and suddenly have one of those things coming at you? Most of the time we get out of the way, but when we get hit, man, it hurts!


The other thing that takes a lot of effort is parenthood. First, we have to gather all the sticks and leaves and mud and build a nest. Your mate has to lay maybe even six blue eggs and incubate them for 14 days. You try sitting still for two weeks! Then, we have to feed them constantly. At the end of the month, you kick them out of the nest and start all over again. Sometimes we produce three broods in one season. It may not sound like much, but you are trying to survive all day, every day!


K: How do you tell each other apart? You all look pretty much the same to us.


R: Here you go again. You should know how we think about humans. You’re big and you thump around. Loudly. It’s really distracting. You keep chopping down trees and building your nests. You can really make a mess! You look a lot alike to us, too.


K: But you didn’t answer the question…


R: The secret’s out. We look at the plumage around the eyes and head and along the wings. Everybody’s is quite distinctive. And we look at weight, too. You can tell who’s been busy and who hasn’t!


K: If you had one message to send to the human race, what would it be?


R: Take it easy with all the stuff you like to spread over grass. It makes our worms and grubs really bitter and makes us sick. Plant more trees and let things grow out. We need to have safe places to stay. If you need to destroy our world, at least put out seed and water for us. It’s the least you can do. Just take it easy, will you? Thanks for asking.


K: And thanks for the interview!

Sunday, April 27, 2008

The State of the States - Broadcasting in 2008

This article was originally written for the British DX Club's journal Communication intended for readers in The United Kingdom and Ireland...

Television

During the first two decades of television broadcasting in America there were only a handful of stations on the air usually broadcasting from dusk to nearly midnight. In the 1960s, schedules became more developed and eventually grew to operating from about 6 am through midnight or slightly later. It wasn't until the 1970s that full 24 hour broadcasting became fashionable.

Two networks were available from the very beginning: NBC and CBS. ABC followed in the early 1950s as a spin-off of NBC's Blue Radio Network. Another contender was the DuMont network underwritten by a television manufacturer. DuMont became extinct in the 1956 leaving only three networks as near monopolies.

Great change came in the early 1970s. Master antenna systems serving rural areas began to carry a network, distributed by satellite or microwave, known as Home Box Office. Its popularity grew quickly by airing second-run uncut movies and exclusive TV specials. There was one catch: You were charged a small fee. This was the beginning of cable TV. This was also the beginning of the end of the big-three's network dominance.

As more and more channels came on the air, the major television network's audiences eroded proportionately. During the 1980s, most cable television systems were offering about 40 channels. With improved technology, home entertainment delivery systems now offer as many as 180 channels or more. The amount of choices is mind-boggling.

Quantity does not equate to quality. Technically, the increase in channels has caused the decrease of channel bandwidth. Pictures may be received without ghosting or excessive noise, but in many cases they are getting fuzzier all the time due to poor overall resolution. The more channels you push down a pipe, the less room each one has to exist. Program quality suffers from the same effect. It sometimes seems that every TV program that has ever been produced is broadcast over and over again just to keep all the channels running. Very often you'll hear the remark that "there is nothing on."

The lethal injection to television is greed. Quality is only a memory. As the audiences of the major networks drifted away to dozens of other choices, desperate measures had to be taken. An industry that once suspended a popular talk show host from performing, after he used the term 'water closet’ on the air (how rude!), now serves up nightly barrages of graphic violence and sex. Families with children really can't put their televisions on at night. Shows that are intended for "general audiences" are often peppered with lewd promos for adult shows that are the cornerstone of today's networks. Many entities depend on "infomercials," 30 or 60 minute shows pleading with viewers to buy a product, to raise money to stay afloat. It is a sad commentary. Television was once considered a family medium.

Even cable television providers have had to diversify to keep their businesses solvent. During the 70s, 80s and 90s, cable TV distribution companies had a lock on providing programming in many areas. Subscribing to their service was the only way to view television. The advent of satellite-delivered television, DirecTV and Dish Network, has forced cable TV companies to also provide telephone and Internet service to remain solvent.

Greed has changed television forever. It has become very difficult to pull it out of its tail-spin. People now resort to pre-recorded programming on DVDs, the Internet or home video disk recorders (such as Tivos) for entertainment. Even books are making a comeback! One network, CBS, has recently been discussing farming out their once prestigious news gathering operation to CNN which used to be a minor upstart network. How the cards have changed!

The final straw for television may be close at hand. Next February, all of America's analog television transmitters will be turned off leaving viewers to become dependant on all-digital broadcasting. This action will send millions of analog TV sets to neighborhood landfills. The United States government has gone to great lengths to promote the change to digital. Specially-designed DTV-to-analog 'granny boxes' are being offered at enormous governmental discounts to help those still watching with antennas to convert before the switch. If one event served as a turning point into 21st century technology, this is it!

A secondary casualty to the conversion to over-the-air digital television will be hundreds of TV DXers nationwide. Nearly every station that uses the low VHF TV spectrum, from 56 to 88 megahertz, will be migrating to UHF frequencies. E-skip reception will be limited to trying to log the very few remaining digital broadcasters using Low VHF and, hopefully, whatever foreign DX that might arrive now that these frequencies are in the clear. We live in interesting times.

Will digital over-the-air TV work? Maybe. There is no forgiveness. In areas where reception was marginal, satellite subscriptions may be the only cure. If you are used to watching tentative snowy analog pictures, you have little hope of pulling in a digital signal. Miracles do happen. I now can pull in three digital channels from a city over 100 miles away perfectly (when the wind is blowing the right way and the weather isn't blocking the signal.) One new obstacle is tree leaves. The attenuation they inflict on UHF frequencies sometimes restricts signals from reaching their destinations. You can watch these distant stations 6 months a year when the trees are bare and not in the way!

I wonder how long television will exist as a separate independent appliance. A couple of nights ago, I wanted to watch election results of the Pennsylvania primary elections for presidential candidates. Over-the-air television took the path of greatest revenue. All four national commercial networks aired their regular Tuesday night programming. Cable news networks, like CNN, MsNBC and Fox News Channel covered most of the events in Pennsylvania. If you wanted to see a campaign speech in its entirety, you could hop between networks and catch most of the content. My best bet was a link through a local newspaper, The New York Times that offered free internet coverage via The Associated Press’ TV Network feeds. Using this link, I could view the speeches as if I were watching a raw backhaul transmission from the event. It was the only way to go!

America’s ABC Television Network is offering an on-line on-demand service of their prime time offerings over the Web in MPEG 4 format at no charge. Presented with a HDTV-like 16 X 9 perspective, the quality is simply superb. ABC’s servers match your computer’s I/P address to your location, then insert branding graphics to match your locale. Link in from Los Angeles and you’ll see station logos and other mentions with local content. Link in from Detroit and the presentation changes to match that specific area. It is quite clever and effective. It’s also called the future of TV! (see picture above)

Radio

When I think of American radio, I think of a messy garage. Every once in awhile you find something that is interesting and worthwhile, but for the most part, it really is just a big pile of junk. Radio began around 1920 in America. In the beginning, radio was a formal medium of entertainment and news and was taken very seriously. Live broadcasts from radio studios were usually filled with entertainers and announcers dressed in black tie. Not anymore!

Medium Wave "AM" radio was the only game in town until the late 1960s when FM began to catch on with the American public. FM was the place to catch classical and jazz music and the first "progressive rock" stations playing psychedelic hippie music. 40 years later, FM is the monotonous mainstream of heavy advertising and inane talk.

I think the cumulative play list of all American radio stations contains no more than about 500 rock and pop standards that are played over and over and over again. Nearly every station has a "Morning Zoo" program typically featuring, at least, a jovial self-interested man and woman making rude comments about nearly everything to fill up time between adverts. Very little music is played. It simply takes too long!

America's largest radio audiences are during "drive times," 6 to 10 in the morning and 4 to 7 in the evening. This is when people are a captive audience driving to and from work in their cars. This is also when you will hear no music! Some people are simply numb to this routine and listen anyway.

The cerebral minority tune to a listener supported network called National Public Radio that provides long-version news and talk during drive-times and a host of variety programs during the rest of the day and night. To this day, America maintains an FM sub-band, from 88 to 92 MHz, devoted entirely for non-commercial broadcasters. Chances are your local NPR station will be found here. College radio stations and religious organizations use this allocation to experiment and train future broadcasters. It can be an interesting place to be. In general, American commercial radio is a brown lawn. It serves a purpose, but it isn't pretty.

There is hope: The last moments of the 20th century brought America the advent of satellite radio. Currently, two companies offer subscription services of over 150 channels of programming serving everywhere the sun will shine: XM and Sirius. At this writing, they are trying to merge into one company but they have not yet been granted complete federal approval to complete the deal. In its first decade, satellite radio has been a breath of fresh air.

XM Satellite Radio claims to be "Everything All the Time" and lives up to its slogan. Music plays continuously without commercials. The play lists are simply endless. The presenters are knowledgeable and entertaining. Every genre of music is embraced. Huge amounts of sports coverage is offered from cities all over the country and the world. It is our savior! With satellite radio, listening is fun again.

Very little is censored. Both services bank on several channels of bawdy obscenity and humor. Sirius Satellite Radio literally rivets its entire existence around one ribald presenter named Howard Stern. His signature is alluring naked women and telling potty jokes. He has two complete channels devoted to him on Sirius. What an interesting commentary on American culture this makes!

XM is quite superior to Sirius in one important aspect. Its delivery system relies on two geosynchronous satellites (named Rhythm and Blues) that follow the rotation of the earth. If you receive XM’s signals well where you are it won't change! Sirius uses three low earth orbit satellites (LEOs) that continually travel back and forth across the North American continent. You never quite know when or how you will encounter a good Sirius signal.

One weird artifact: XM signals can die an awful death. Lose the signal rapidly and it will make a sound reminiscent of kicking an old spring reverb unit. XM receivers also have a silly feature: A white noise generator. Instead of the programming dropping off and on dramatically when a signal is interrupted or is weak, the receiver will turn on a little white noise to emulate the sound of an old fashioned radio fade to ease the blow.

XM's ability to hold a signal is actually quite good. It receives data, collects it in an intelligent bucket brigade processor and provides the resolved audio about five seconds later. This allows your car to briefly pass under a bridge or past rocks and trees without interruption. Both XM and Sirius augment their satellite signals with complex networks of terrestrial repeaters producing strong signals to fill in holes in metropolitan areas. Your receiver automatically selects the best signal stream. Walk in-between the skyscrapers of Manhattan with a portable XM MyFi Walkman-like receiver and you'll never miss a note.

Another attribute of satellite radio has really poked at "real radio." Nearly all satellite radios offered by XM and Sirius include built-in RF modulators. In America, radio is considered primarily a mobile medium. For consumers to reach under their car's dashboard to directly connect to a vehicle's already installed AM/FM radio isn't viable. The simple solution to this problem was to build miniature FM transmitters into the small satellite receivers. The program you tune in via satellite gets transmitted onto an "unused" FM frequency. (The default frequency is 88.1 MHz. You can select other frequencies, but end-users rarely do.) It even switches from mono to stereo transmission automatically! A great solution, don't you think?

The results can be considered either infuriating or comical. 88.1 FM is the first frequency of America's non-commercial FM sub-band. Tune to this frequency and you would expect to hear light classical music or National Public Radio's news and information. Thoughtful, intellectual and dignified.

Imagine riding down a highway, listening to Chopin, and suddenly being over-ridden by the sounds of a ribald "shock jock" (like Sirius' mainstay Howard Stern) making lewd jokes about women's anatomy! Needless to say, The National Association of Broadcasters attacked the satellite companies with all their might about this but little could be done. No attempts at a satellite radio recall were ever made! Too many people already had purchased and installed the units. Replacing all of them was not a viable option.

The very latest generation of satellite radios now incorporates lower power FM transmitters and updated wiring schemes to minimize radiation. With millions of satellite radios already installed, the damage has already been irretrievably done! I would estimate the range of a typical satellite radio FM transmitter to be about 250 feet. This can create quite an interesting cacophony sitting in an urban traffic jam!

Hand-held satellite receivers have been a challenge for both services. The incorporation of an effective integrated antenna for satellite reception is difficult given the dimensions of a portable radio. XM leads the pack in this respect. The Samsung Helix and the Pioneer Inno (very similar designs and packaging) are the state-of-the-art for satellite reception on-the-go. Sirius has never really marketed a product that can compete with these XM portables. Their inferior satellite delivery system hinders this concept further.

XM reception is actually quite robust broadcasting on a swatch of spectrum space centered at 2339 MHz. Its microwave signals behave very much like light. In theory, XM antennas should see the southern or southwestern sky without obstruction. In actuality, reception is quite forgiving. I have two XM receivers inside my house using miniature antennas about the size of a large postage stamp. It’s a wood frame house and I have no trouble pulling in XM just by carefully searching around for a hot spot where the antenna sees their signal.

XM’s transmission system is truly miraculous. Using a tiny antenna, about one inch square, you can drive along a highway moving at 120 km/h and consistently pick up signals from over 22,000 miles away producing perfect reception of about 170 program streams. If this is not a magical miracle, what is? XM programming is also available on multiple channels of the DirecTV satellite service and via the Internet at xmradio.com. It can also be heard on portable wireless devices like Blackberries.

In reaction to the onslaught of digital television, satellite radio, iPods and the Internet, good old terrestrial radio has devised a last-ditch effort to stay alive and stay dominant. In a burst of marketing genius, a consortium of broadcasting companies formed a developmental firm called iBiquity to create a new mode of broadcasting confusingly called HD Radio. Without a proper amount of RF spectrum for a new individual radio service, their plan was to squeeze (crowbar?) digital signals onto the existing broadcast bands. They call it "In Band - On Carrier" or simply IBOC.

Do you remember making mud pies in your backyard when you were little? This is the radio equivalent. In theory, IBOC sneaks the digital signal into the ether when you are not looking. In reality, it has the stomp of an elephant, especially on medium wave. Consider this example: 50,000 watt WFAN 660 kHz in New York puts on their IBOC encoder. The audio quality of the analog signal of WFAN must decrease significantly to coexist with the digital "mask." Tune to 630, 640, 650 or 670, 680 and 690 and you'll hear a raucous digital buzz saw produced by WFAN's HD Radio signal. It approximates the Doppler sound of several trains passing each other. Many broadcasters consider digital broadcasts as legal jamming. Not friendly to the ears!

At night, a new kind of symphony exists. Sky wave propagation delivers signals from hundreds of miles away to your set. Consider the racket that ensues. On the east coast of The United States we have witnessed the blending of digital IBOC stations on 750, 760, 770 and 780 all at once. Not only does the noise combine; it beats due to propagation phasing causing a phenomenal noise. Many stations have ceased using IBOC at night voluntarily. Others hold on dearly: WOR 710 New York, WTIC 1080 Hartford and WBZ 1030 Boston, to name a few. If you come to The States to DX, bring your own mop!

There is a taste of arrogance to IBOC, especially on medium wave. iBiquity licenses their technology to both the receiver and transmitter manufacturers. Broadcasters must pay an on-going fee, periodically, to continue using the technology. The cost of digital transmission gear is quite dear, as well. Small, independently owned station owners can not afford to invest in the system, yet they must endure the barrage of noise created by larger adjacent stations' transmitters who can afford IBOC. Intended or not, it has become a David and Goliath battle on the airwaves. Will it ever stop?

FM is somewhat better. DXers experience masking of more distant in-between stations, but the effects are not quite as bad. IBOC is a half-baked solution for presenting a technology that really requires its own dedicated RF spectrum. It may survive on FM until something more logical is designed. It is pure disaster on medium wave "AM" and should be illegal!

What does HD Radio offer? In theory, better fidelity and (only on FM) more channels to listen to. Of course, since it is a digital medium, reception is tentative. You either can resolve it perfectly or not at all. There is no noise or fading, but it simply does not travel well. On FM, you can squeeze as many as three audio streams onto one frequency. Broadcasters really haven't taken these additional channels seriously yet. You'll hear less popular formats like disco, country and western music or ethnic content on the -2s and -3s or time-shifted reruns of primary station programming. Adding insult to injury is a new trend to not only air advertising on secondary FM channels, but to charge a subscription fee to listen to them.

HD Radio's biggest problem is adoption by the public. Few HD-capable radios are offered and fewer are sold. I can’t say I have ever seen a HD radio that actually worked. My local Radio Shack stores have offered them, but the sensitivity of the receivers has been poor and, without a sufficient outdoor antenna connected, these sets just can’t resolve tentative digital signals. I only know of one person, a British ex-patriate and fellow ham, who has actually made this system work in his home!

Internet

Want a really good fight? See the radio war being battled on America's Internet! Huge conglomerate corporations, like Clear Channel, pay tens of millions of dollars for one broadcast station serving a large metropolitan market. Heavy-handed industry guilds, especially The National Association of Broadcasters, represent and defend these leviathans in court and in legislature. Bring in high-speed Internet service and, suddenly, in walk thousands of computer and music enthusiasts who are looking for a way to broadcast the masses legally without huge investments. You don’t think big corporations want to compete with average people who did not pay millions of dollars to monopolize the air, do you?

How do you keep the masses at bay? Taxes! Everyone in the old-school establishment has their hands out for a pay-off! Large corporations can’t just throw their economic foundation away, can they? Recording artists, their distributors and their recording companies all want a fee. Some want to tax Internet access. Additional fees arise if your server (or server provider) can feed over a certain amount of clients simultaneously. You also have to be alert for copyright limitations and rights to specific events. Certainly, you can’t rebroadcast another’s content! There have been many annoying attempts to squelch independent Internet webcasters. No matter what has been thrown in their way, most independent program producers have been able to dodge their roadblocks.

Terrestrial broadcasters should be running for cover. Just as soon as wireless Internet becomes as commonplace as cellular telephone service what we call ‘radio’ will have a completely new meaning. Yahoo, AOL, MySpace are all experimenting with streams. New services like Slacker and Flytunes are creating a listening experience combining automatic caching with Internet reception. If you lose the live wireless signal the cache takes over. You’ll always have your tunes! XM now broadcasts to Blackberries and other wireless devices. Refresh my memory: What is AM and FM again?

Regardless of all these new efforts in multiplicity, domination in this new generation of broadcasting depends on content. AOL has shown serious effort for creating exclusive music and encouraging lesser known artists. Those services that primarily serve their listeners more than their greed will not alienate audiences. It will be fascinating to see how such a plethora of players will evolve into the new medium of 21st century: E-radio. Just watch: Coming soon is a brand new audio-visual world all on the master stream! How will we DX that?

Monday, March 31, 2008

Collection of Cool

It all started with Archie Bunker. During the final season of All in the Family, and its sequel spin-off Archie Bunker's Place, a young actress was added to the cast for new blood and spunk. Danielle Brisebois stole the heart of America with her little girl smiles and charm. About ten years later, Danielle befriended a talented lad from Grosse Pointe, Michigan named Gregg Alexander. They shared an insatiable love for rock 'n' roll. Gregg enjoyed some early success releasing a couple of solo albums and writing some songs for acts like Susanna Hoff's Bangles and Belinda Carlisle. He was a fun guy to know.

Together, Danielle and Gregg gathered some friends together and formed a gifted gang of musicians who became known as The New Radicals. Their 1997 album 'Maybe You've Been Brainwashed, Too' has become legendary in the history of California rock. It became the fulcrum between the Todd Rundgren generation and a new wave of bands like The Red Hot Chili Peppers. The Radicals anthem 'You Only Get What You Give' has been used time and time again in a variety of settings that often disregard its main disestablishment theme. Play it time and time again; the song gleefully rants and rocks. How this tune became the background for the new HDTV service of PBS I'll never know!

The Radicals all went their separate ways, but Gregg and Danielle still have a heavy grasp on American pop. Gregg hit it big producing the mega-hit 'Game of Love' with Michelle Branch fronting Carlos Santana. Danielle has skyrocketed like fireworks in the world of songwriting. Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, Mandy Moore, Kylie Minogue and Kimberley Locke have all recorded her songs.

Danielle's very hottest hit is a song you might have heard of called 'Unwritten.' Natasha Bedingfield first recorded it in 2004 for her debut solo album. It simmered and cooked for years serving as background in a few movie soundtracks including Disney's 'Ice Princess' and 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.' Unwritten's pot started to boil over in 2006 when Natasha was finally discovered in America. The song dominated radio airplay for months and is now heard behind commercials for hair products and in dance clubs where multiple remixes keep the song fresh. You have never seen a hit with this much play and penetration.

Natasha and Danielle (pictured above) continue to cook on the front burner. Natasha's latest single, 'Pocket Full of Sunshine', was written by Danielle, Natasha and their friend John Shanks. The album's first single 'Love Like This' is the ultimate cool. Natasha's work is positive, proficient and self-assured. It is always fine to hear her groove. Where will Danielle turn up next? Check out her nearly unknown gem 'Just Missed the Train' including tracks from her 1994 debut album and previously unreleased material. Watch her web site at: www.daniellebrisebois.com. It's bound to be fun.