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Connie Gilbert, left, at Tennessee Williams Exhibit
Tonight in Key West:
Yesterday afternoon, I took in “Noah” at Regal Cinema.
Interesting take on the early humans after the Fall, and on the angels who decided to stick with the early humans. Probably won’t be joyfully received by Bible strict constructionists.
Once again the pesky problem raises its ugly head.
With what charming damsel did Cain breed after he killed his brother Abel and left his parents Adam and Eve and his youngest brother Seth, if that family were the first and only humans?
In the Bible, it says Cain went to the land of Nod to get himself a wife. Maybe the Nodites were …. apes?
“Noah” skipped right through that pesky question, and by the end of the movie raised a similar pesky question.
With whom did Noah’s children breed after they survived the Great Flood?
The way the movie ends, Ham went off to live alone, as there were no other people on the planet. Ham’s left-behind older brother, whose name escapes me, had his wife, whose name also escapes me, who was not a blood relative. Ham’s younger brother, whose name also escapes me, seemed to have his pick of one or both of his oldest brother’s twin baby daughters after they grew up. Noah and his wife, whose name also escapes me, seemed done making babies. Leaving once again a slight glitch in the God-smarts family tree genetics department, which also has long puzzled the great Alabama Biblical scholars Curtis and Leroy.
But then, perhaps this inquiry reveals why humanity turned out so angelic.
Whatever, by the end of this Noah rendition, which I seriously doubt will receive Bible strict constructionists’ blessing, this Noah probably needed to get good and drunk, and perhaps he didn’t drink enough; perhaps he should have drank enough to take himself out.
In case anyone is interested, my favorite character in the movie is Methuselah, Noah’s great grandfather. Old as he was, Methuselah had to be really happy when the Great Flood came and swept him away and good night.
To say more spoils the movie for anyone interested in seeing it. However, the downwind drunk theme showed up in an amigo’s letter to the editor in today’s Key West Citizen:
What do alcohol statistics tell us about our community?
I certainly agree with your editorial (March 23) that “binge drinking stats worth consideration.” You did, however, leave out one telling statistic. It has been reported that sales of sodas at the recent Marathon Seafood Festival did not reach 5,000, whereas beer sales topped the 25,000 mark.
What does that statistic tell you about our community?
Big Pine Key
I imagine the beer vs. soda statistics in the Florida Keys, and in Key West, have been running at that or an even greater ratio since Noah’s ark crash-landed on Cow Key, just above Key West. Moooooo!!! Eat more chicken!!!
Noah’s ark-descended wild Key West bantam-strain chickens, Key West’s national bird, the dang things actually can and do fly, and roost in trees at night, although the hens stay on the ground when incubating eggs and raising chicks
Now where was I going today? Well, maybe I should consult my Horoscope in the Citizen:
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 23) —
You’ll be stressed out by too many
obligations. Don’t be a pushover.
Say no to anyone asking for
too much or urging you to do
something that isn’t in your best
I wonder how the angels would react to my telling them to take this job and shove it?
Meanwhile,a Facebood thread started yesterday by Gary Ek, aka Gweko Phlocker, aka Soundman from Hell.
APRIL FOOLS DAY !
“Officially on the Commission’s agenda for a second reading, Tuesday, April 1st at 6 pm at Old City Hall – If the second reading passes, the following will become law effective immediately – Please Note: NO LIVE MUSIC UNTIL 4 PM!
(See pages 7 – 8; Section 4 (b)(1)(a)(b) of proposed ordinance)
(b) Noise limitations.
(1) Within a commercial district as defined in this
Article, the maximum dBA and dBC sound levels permitted on any
property shall be as follows:
The average measurement taken between ten (10) and twenty (20) seconds shall be no greater than the maximum levels set out
below. The measurement shall be taken from the property line, or
individual lease boundary in the case of property which has been
subdivided by the execution of individual leases, of the noise
a. eighty-five (85) dBA
or ninety-four (94) dBC between the hours of
4:00 p.m. and 2:59 a.m.
b. seventy-five (75) dBA
or eighty-four (84) dBC between the hours of 3:00 a.m. and 3:59 p.m.
The “legislative intent” by lowering the db levels at 3 am is based upon code enforcement’s recommendations that the lower levels WILL shut down the live music at that hour – which is reasonable. But to not lift it by 10 am is CLEAR legislative intent to kill the music everyday until 4 pm! Didn’t they promise us that they would not shut down live music???? If we don’t show up, write more letters, THIS WILL PASS!!!!
Also on the agenda, another proposed amended ordinance (section 18-57) up for a first reading sponsored by Commissioner Weekley:
(see page 2; section 2(f)):
(f) An establishment that is required to obtain an entertainment license from the city shall establish an interior 15-foot setback for sound amplifiers and speakers. This requirement pertains to sound that emanates directly from the establishment to a street, sidewalk or alley or other thoroughfare. All sound amplifiers and speakers shall be located inside the establishment at least 15 feet from the plane of the front, side or rear entrance and at least 15 feet from the plane of any open window. A property owner may apply to the board of adjustment for a waiver to this section. The property owner must demonstrate a hardship based on the size or configuration of the establishment in order to obtain such waiver.
If we have a new ordinance that clearly spells out what the db levels are AT THE PROPERTY LINE, then what difference does it make WHERE the speakers are or how many etc. Each establishment will either be compliant or not. Pretty simple. EVERYONE will have some sort of configuration problem or hardship – good luck trying to get that waive”
4/1/2014 ~ How Appropriate!
Here’s the lead into Dennis Reeves Cooper’s
sound ordinance in the current issue of Key West the Newspaper – www.thebluepaper.com, followed by my comment on Dennis’ article:
JOURNALISM AS A CONTACT SPORT
PROPOSED NOISE LAW HAS FLAWSBY DENNIS REEVES COOPER
Years ago, Yankee Jack, the longtime entertainer at the Bull Bar, told me a story about why he decided to move to Key West. He said he was an entertainer on a cruise ship that pulled into Key West for the night and, of course, he took a walking tour of Duval Street. “I was standing in the middle of one of the intersections and I could hear the sound of music coming from all directions,” he said. “I knew I was home.”
It is true that Key West, like New Orleans, is famous for its music. Partying on Duval Street is one of the reasons millions of tourists come here every year. The ambiance of Duval Street is what attracted me to move here 25 years ago. Even before that, when I lived in the Bahamas for several years, I would bring my friends over to “vacation” in Key West. When I visit much larger cities, I often suggest to my hosts that we go somewhere to listen to music. I have learned, however, that live music in most towns is limited, especially in the afternoons. How sad for the people who live there.
Having said that, I certainly understand that over-loud music can be a problem for neighbors, both residential and business. Hey, I live a block from the party patio at the Bourbon Street Bar– one of the loudest venues in the city. [...full article]
ONE THOUGHT ON “PROPOSED NOISE LAW HAS FLAWS”
I attended three, I think, city commission meetings where the noise ordinance (sound ordinance, if you wish) was on the agenda. My impression is, not much will change; the ordinance is mainly for show, it probably won’t be enforced, as history repeats itself. I keep thinking what the city and noise haters really are after, and I’m talking noise, not music, which can become noise, if it really gets loud, is to stop egregious noise; noise that is actually terrorism, it’s so loud, or so penetrating, in the case of some bass “music”. I continue to think the way do deal with that is to give code enforcement officers and police officers the power to determine on site, with or without a complaint being filed, whether sound has become egregious noise, which is at the terrorist level, which sometimes happens on Duval Street, and elsewhere at times. When that is determined, the officers simply shut the offending place down for the rest of that day and night. No citation. No fine. No lawyering up. Not prosecution. No court. No judge. The place can reopen the next day, having lost that previous day’s revenue. Same procedure in place. If the music becomes noise again, at the terrorist level (rhymes, for of, with sociopath), shut the place down again for the rest of that day. I imagine the offender would get the point pretty quick. Yeah, so what if it might not be picture perfect legal under picture perfect constitutional law in heaven law school class. Lots of things that happen aren’t picture perfect legal, which you well know, Dennis, but they happen anyway. Call it reverse Bubba Justice. Call it redneck justice. Just do it. Shut sound terrorists down for the rest of the day and night, and let them reopen the next day. If they sue, they sue. The way it’s set to go with the “new” noise ordinance, the noise terrorists, the sociopaths, are not likely to feel any pain at all, while the people they are killing slowly, or quickly, are feeling a great deal of pain.
On the Sound of Homelessness in Key West, here’s the lead into Curtis Seltzer’s third and final piece in the blue paper on Frisbee Dave, followed by my comment to Curtis’s article:
BY CURTIS SELTZER
Getting old requires adapting to changed circumstances. I dislike this as much as anyone, both the getting and the adapting.
In our late 60s, we have more time, but less money, energy and strength. Parts that were once just fine now hurt. Some need to be repaired or replaced. Some things can’t be fixed.
Our horizon narrows with age.
Retirement redefines what we do and how we see ourselves. It’s tough when it’s forced on you.
I spent a few days last week in Key West, Fla., where three high-school classmates visited a fourth who has lived in the Conch Republic for 42 years.
Key West is a community that is upscaling itself by its own sunglasses. [...full article]
Such a writing/documentary film project is not far-fetched. Key West’s own living treasure Captain Kidd , a friend of many people, homeless and mainstream, and of mine, ended up getting a starring role in “Have You Seen Clem,” mainly a homeless documentary, which premiered in Key West’s own Tropic Cinema.
More from a sociological or perhaps even a Jungian perspective, it is my view, having lived on the street in Key West, and on Maui; having been Frisbee Dave’s friend since our tents were next to each other on the Bridal Path across from Smathers Beach in Key West, in 2004, that homeless people are society’s shadow; or, if you will, societies inverse reflection. Everything society suppresses, does not wish to see in itself, is projected back to society by its homeless people.
Jungian analysts would say there is no way to get rid of the shadow; it can be ignored, it can be recognized, it can be embraced, but it cannot be gotten rid of. A mystic would take that further and say, if you actually do get rid of the shadow, homelessness in this case, it’s an illusion, because the Jungians are correct; the shadow cannot be gotten rid of. What happens is the shadow takes on a new form of expression, usually even more unpleasant than its original form of expression.
Get rid of homeless people, that would about amount to an Auschwitz solution, and perhaps you end up with a zombie infection and uprising, to be somewhat metaphorical about how karma can play out. Probably nothing to worry about immediately, in America. But if the time comes, and homeless people are gotten rid of, or herded into remote concentration camps, the shadow will now remain silent, and how it will express its sentiments is anyone’s guess.
A friend of Dave’s wrote to me on Facebook:
The lead into Michael Welber’s article in the current blue paper issue, followed by my comment to Michael’s article:
BY MICHAEL WELBER
Anyone who has ever lived in the northern part of the country knows how alluring the blue skies and sandy beaches of the Keys can be during the winter, especially a winter as brutal as the one that the Midwest and Northeast have just experienced. Visitors come here primarily for the warmth and not for seafood festivals or dolphin attractions.
One thing that surprises visitors who doze in a cold bed dreaming of floating on an inflatable raft on aquamarine water is how few public beaches there are in the Keys. Ironically, as dreary as Marathon can be, the city does have one of the nicer beaches in the island chain. Sombrero Beach, located right in the middle of town, has a long stretch of sand, relatively new covered pavilions, a children’s park, a pretty cement walkway, and very badly maintained bathrooms.
It’s a mystery why city government, which takes many opportunities to attract visitor dollars, can be so neglectful of one of the area’s primary attractions: Marathon’s sandy beach. Recently Marathon’s council voted to sink $ 5.43 million dollars or $ 180,000 a year over thirty years into repairing a decrepit bridge that people perceive as a big tourist attraction. And a loud and extended complaint rose from local throats when the TDC District Advisory Council (DAC III) initially voted to divert a big chunk of money from the Marathon Seafood Festival. That event pours thousands of dollars into the chamber of commerce’s coffers and DAC III voted to give TDC cash toward promoting Fantasy Fest. The latter doesn’t need the TDC money either. Both are well established events. [...full article]
We don’t offer clean water, either. Local divers know, if they go into the ocean with a nick or a cut on their skin, if they get a nick or a cut while diving, they have an excellent chance of contracting MRSA, a staph resistant to antibiotic infection, which is fatal if not treated, and even if treated is very difficult to cure, which you can confirm by talking with local physicians.
In 2003, I nearly died of MRSA contracted in Key West. The surgeon, Michael Klitenick, M.D., during emergency surgery, I was put under general anesthesia because it was feared a spinal anesthesia might carry the MRSA infection into the spinal fluid, carved three awful MRSA abscesses out of my tender areas (two in my groin, one on my butt). When I came out from under the anesthesia, Dr. Klitenick told me I could do anything but go into the ocean.
Another local doctor, Ian Garriques, M.D., an infectious disease specialist, had diagnosed my condition and had called in Dr. Klitenick to save my life. Dr. Garriques treated MRSA daily in the free clinic in Key West. He later was quoted in the Key West Citizen as saying MRSA is pandemic in the Keys. Not epidemic, but pandemic. Not just a homeless person’s disease, but a disease throughout mainstream in the Keys, too.
Tourists come to the Keys, contract MRSA, and then go home and there it breaks out in horrible sores on their skin, and they don’t know how they caught it. Maybe the Tourist Development Council and the Chambers of Commerce in the Keys ought to be putting out MRSA alerts to tourists. At the very least, don’t go in the ocean with a cut or a scrape, and if you get one while in the ocean, get out of the water, douse the cut or scrape with hydrogen peroxide, and don’t go back into the ocean until the cut or scrape is healed over and the scab is gone.
After Dr. Klitenick carved the three abscess out of my hide, more MRSA sores erupted on my skin. I went through a number of rounds of antibiotics prescribed by Dr. Garriques. Finally, I asked him if medicine had a cure for MRSA? He said he had talked with doctors all over America, they didn’t have a good cure. I told him that must be really hard on him, who had dedicated his life to healing, but not able to find a cure for MRSA. He looked like he might cry.
That night in my sleep, I had a dream which caused me on waking to think I should just take one day’s dosage of the new antibiotic Dr. Garriques had prescribed for me when I had that conversation with him. So that’s what I did. Then I stopped taking the antibiotic. The new MRSA sore began to recede. It continued to recede. Then it was gone. No way one day’s dosage would cause that result; usually it took 10 days of antibiotics to turn a MRSA sore around, and another 10 days for it to be gone and healed over.
Before a new MRSA sore started up.
I had no doubt that healing was supernatural.
Years later, 2009, someone told me of a home remedy which worked for me on a MRSA skin sore that came up. Get a small jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly, generic is okay, and a small bottle of the red iodine. Scoop out some of the jelly, forming a hole. Fill the hole with iodine. Use a toothpick to jab holes in the jelly and keep jabbing and stirring until the jelly is pink throughout. Then, apply that over a MRSA score. No bacteria can survive iodine, but to put it straight onto an open sore will destroy skin and underskin tissues. Mixes with Vaseline jelly prevents tissue destruction.
Apply that concoction several times daily to the MRSA sore. If the MRSA has not gone systemic, into the blood, that treatment might get rid of it altogether. Most likely, doctors would disagree, view that method as the work of the devil, but it worked for me; and, also, I was applying essential oil of Greek oregano to the MRSA sore. I got that from Sugar Apple health food store in Key West. Vaseline and red iodine is carried in drug stores, and together cost maybe $5.
Some photos of MRSA in various stages of development, which the blue paper comment feature is not set up to receive, or if it is, I don’t know how to use it:
Here’s the lead into the Wisteria Island volunteer fire department article in the current issue of the blue paper, followed by my comment on the article:
* FEATURED STORY *
BY ARNAUD AND NAJA GIRARD
Sore throats, red eyes, Old Town storeowners worried about the smell of smoke on their garments, sailboats evacuated… One way or another a lot of people were affected last week by the fire raging on Wisteria Island. The Key West Fire Department had given up the fight on Monday and the fire continued on, burning through trees for six days. In the end the flames were extinguished only after a group of volunteers took the matter into their own hands last Saturday.
“We traded buckets all day, from the beach all the way into the center of the forest,” says Jeff Sundwall one of the volunteers. We had teenage kids, young mothers, boaters, people from Key West came with their boats. We worked from morning to sunset.”
By then, the team of about 8 people, organized by local activist Mike Mongo, covered in soot and exhausted, equipped only with buckets and 500 feet of garden hose connected to a small 12 volt pump, had managed to extinguish the flames down to the last cluster of burning trees. [...full article]
I know how the legislature could consider it, but if I said how, I might be sued for libel. So, all I will say is, “Follow the money.” “Birds of a feather flock together.” “The apple don’t fall far from the tree.” “The fish rots from the head down.”
Thanks, Arnaud and Naja, for staying on top of this. I know the bad guys hate getting caught with their fingers in plain view in the taxpayers’ coin purse, but that don’t usually stop them from keeping on trying.
I can’t help but wonder if the current Peary Court developer, I heard from South America, represented by Jim Hendrick, is any different from Balfour Beatty and Southeast Housing.
For the past few weeks, I have been reading away at Key West on the Edge: Inventing the Conch Republic, by Robert Kerstein, a documentary writer and Professor of Government at the University of Tampa (Florida). A most interesting, informative read. I’m up to the mid-1980s. While there are many colorful stories and characters, the description of the rise of Key West’s drug smuggling and trafficking industry in in the 70s, and extending into the 80s, as Key West’s an$wer to the lo$$ of a lot of the Navy preSence, and the Key We$t drug trade up the key$ branche$, is in keeping with what I heard back in those days when I hung out in Islamorada, where my father had a home on Lower Matecumbe Key. Maybe more about this must-read Key West history book in a later post.
In “Noah”, Methuselah, Noah and his wife were seriously versed in the herbs. Perhaps the drug fetish in Key West also flashes back to the ark crashing onto Cow Key.
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