Saturday, October 29, 2016

The Great Barrier Reef

We may ‘muddle through’ and adapt to climate change, but the latest disturbing news from Australia shows that it may be too late to save some of its ancient wonders, like Tasmania’s prehistoric forest and Queensland’s Great Barrier Reef.
- Amy Spurling, Engineering & Technology (E&I), Oct 13, 2016

Picture Legend

1. Scleractinian corals
2. 500-milligram calcium supplements made from calcium carbonate
3. Coral
4. More coral
5. Zooxanthellae
6. Sea anemone
7. Jellyfish
8. Fourth Grader
9. Massive coral
10. Branching coral
11. Great Barrier Reef (GBR)
12. GBR
13. GBR seen from space
14. Another view from space
15. Humpback whale
16. Dugong
17. Red-throat emperor
18. Sea snake
19. Olive Ridley
20. Saltwater crocodiles
21. Chimaera
22. Giant clam
23. Cone snail
24. Seahorse
25. Frogs
26. White-bellied sea eagle
27. Sea grass
28. Ascidian
29. Bryozoan
30. Halimeda
31. More coral
32. Merewif
33. Albino sperm whale
34. Tourists looking for whale
35. Overfishing
36. Destructive fishing
37. Ghost
38. Coastal development
39. Pollution
40. Thermal stress
41. Ocean acidification
42. Crown-of-thorns starfish
43. Bunnies
44. Lionfish
45. Bleaching

    Scleractinia, which are also called stony or hard corals, are marine animals in the phylum (a principal taxonomic category that ranks above class and below kingdom) Cnidaria that usually live on the bottom of the sea in shallow water, and which build themselves hard skeletons out of calcium carbonate (CaCO3, strong evidence suggests the presence of calcium carbonate on Mars, although probably not coral based. It would be really cool if it was though). The individual animals inside that stony exoskeleton are known as polyps and have a cylindrical body crowned by an oral disc with a mouth surrounded by tentacles. Although some species are solitary, most live in colonies. The polyp that starts everything, or the founder, settles on the seabed and starts to secrete all of that calcium carbonate to protect its soft mushy body. Solitary corals can be as much as 10 inches across but in colonial species the polyps are usually only a few millimeters in diameter. Some polyps reproduce by budding but remain attached to each other, forming a multi-polyp colony with a common skeleton, which may be up to several feet in diameter or height according to species.
   The shape, size, and appearance of each coral colony depends not only on the species, but also on its location, depth, the amount of water movement, and other factors. Many shallow-water corals contain symbiont (an organism living in symbiosis, or the relationship between two different kinds of living things that live together and depend on each other, like Donald Trump and Sean Hannity) unicellular organisms known as zooxanthellae (a yellowish-brown symbiotic dinoflagellate (a large group of flagellate (a cell or organism with one or more whip-like organelles called flagella) protists (the members of an informal grouping of diverse eukaryotic (any organism whose cells contain a nucleus and other organelles enclosed within membranes) organisms that are not animals, plants or fungi) that constitute the phylum Dinoflagellata) present in large numbers in the cytoplasm of many marine invertebrates) within their tissues.
   These symbionts give their color to the coral which thus may vary in hue depending on what species of zooxanthellae it contains.
   The coral provides the zooxanthellae algae with a protected environment and compounds they need for photosynthesis. In return, the algae produce oxygen and help the coral to remove wastes. Most importantly, zooxanthellae supply the coral with glucose, glycerol, and amino acids, which are the products of photosynthesis. The coral uses these products to make proteins, fats, and carbohydrates, and produce calcium carbonate.
   The relationship between the algae and coral polyp allows a tight recycling of nutrients in nutrient-poor tropical waters. In fact, as much as 90 percent of the organic material photosynthetically produced by the zooxanthellae algae is transferred to the host coral. This is the driving force behind the growth and productivity of coral reefs.
   Stony coral polyps are closely related to sea anemones and jellyfish (I had a bad experience with jellyfish when I was in the navy and hate them with a red hot passion... I suppose there are some good jellyfish, but I’ve never met one), and like them are armed with stinging cells known as cnidocytes.
   Corals reproduce both sexually and asexually. Most species release gametes into the sea where fertilisation takes place, and the resulting larvae drift around until they settle down, or are eaten,  but a few species brood their eggs. As we’ve discussed, asexual reproduction is mostly by fragmentation or budding, when part of a colony becomes detached and reattaches elsewhere.
   Stony corals occur in all the world's oceans. Hard corals that are colonial can  and do form part of reef structures; and which most utilize zooxanthellate and are found in the shallow waters into which sunlight penetrates. Other corals do not form reefs, some of which occur in deep water where no light reaches.
   Hard corals first appeared in the Middle Triassic (a geologic period and system which spans 50.9 million years from the end of the Permian Period 252.17 million years ago (MYA), to the beginning of the Jurassic Period 201.3 MYA. The Triassic of course is the first period of the Mesozoic Era), but their relationship to the tabulate and rugose corals of the Paleozoic (the longest of the Phanerozoic eras, and is subdivided into six geologic periods (from oldest to youngest): the Cambrian, Ordovician, Silurian, Devonian, Carboniferous, and Permian. As every fourth grader knows the Paleozoic comes after the Neoproterozoic Era of the Proterozoic Eon, and is followed by the Mesozoic Era) is currently unresolved, a situation which quite frankly keeps me up at night.
   Coral reefs begin to form along the edges of islands or continents. As the corals grow and expand, reefs take on one of three major characteristic structures —fringing, barrier or atoll.
   Fringing reefs, which are the most common, project seaward directly from the shore, forming borders along the shoreline and surrounding islands. Barrier reefs border shorelines as well, but at a greater distance outward. They are separated from their adjacent land mass by a lagoon of open, often deep water. If a fringing reef forms around a volcanic island that sinks completely below sea level (the world’s volcanic ocean islands are sinking. As the young volcanic rock cools and is carried away from the volcanic “hot spot” by the movement of tectonic plates, the island sinks down as rapidly as a few millimeters per year) while the coral continues to grow upward, you’ve got yourself an atoll. Atolls are usually circular or elliptical, with a central lagoon. Parts of the reef platform may emerge as one or more islands, with gaps in the reef providing access to the central lagoon
   In addition to being some of the most beautiful and biologically diverse habitats in the ocean, barrier reefs and atolls also are some of the oldest. With growth rates of 0.3 to 2 centimeters (2 centimeters equals 0.78742 inches) per year for massive corals (Massive corals are characteristically ball- or boulder-shaped and relatively slow-growing), and up to 10 centimeters (3.93701inches) per year for branching corals (branching corals are characterized by having numerous branches, usually with secondary branches).
   It can take up to 10,000 years for a coral reef to form from a group of larvae. Depending on their size, barrier reefs and atolls can take from 100,000 to 30,000,000 years to fully form.
   Off the coast of Queensland, Australia, lies the Great Barrier Reef (GBR), the world's largest coral reef system. It is composed of over 2,900 individual reefs and 900 islands stretching over 1,400 miles over an area of approximately 133,000 sq miles.
   The GBR is the only living organism that can be seen from outer space. Take a look at the pictures above if you don’t believe me. I assure you, they weren’t photoshoped.   
   Thirty species of whales, dolphins, and porpoises have been recorded in the Great Barrier Reef, including the dwarf minke whale, Indo-Pacific humpback dolphin, and the humpback whale. Large populations of dugongs live there. More than 1,500 fish species live on the reef, including the clownfish, red bass, red-throat emperor, and several species of snapper and coral trout. Forty-nine species mass spawn, while eighty-four other species spawn elsewhere in their range. Seventeen species of sea snake live on the Great Barrier Reef.
   Six species of sea turtles come to the reef to breed: the green sea turtle, leatherback sea turtle, hawksbill turtle, loggerhead sea turtle, flatback turtle, and the Olive Ridley. The green sea turtles on the Great Barrier Reef have two genetically distinct populations, one in the northern part of the reef and the other in the southern part. Fifteen species of seagrass in beds attract the dugongs and turtles, and provide fish habitat. 
   The largest predator in the world barring certain sharks and whales, the saltwater crocodile, live in mangrove and salt marshes on the coast near the reef. Around 125 species of shark, stingray, skates or chimaera live on the reef. Close to 5,000 species of mollusc have been recorded on the reef, including the giant clam and various nudibranchs and cone snails. Forty-nine species of pipefish and nine species of seahorse have been recorded. At least seven species of frog inhabit the reef islands.  
   215 species of birds come to the reef for vacations, or nest or roost on the islands, including the white-bellied sea eagle and roseate tern. Most nesting sites are on islands in the northern and southern regions of the Great Barrier Reef, with 1.4 to 1.7 million birds using the sites to breed (it’s not known who counted them).The islands of the Great Barrier Reef also support 2,195 known plant species; three of which are endemic.
   There are 15 species of sea grasses on the Great Barrier Reef. See grasses grow in shallow water where sunlight reaches them as they require sunlight for photosynthesis. They are true plants (unlike seaweed and algae, which are fake plants) with roots, flowers and seeds.
   There are at least 330 species of ascidians on the reef system with the diameter of 0.4–4 in. Not only that, there are between 300 and 500 species of bryozoans that live on the reef as well!
   Four hundred coral species, both hard and soft inhabit the reef. Five hundred species of marine algae or seaweed live there, including thirteen species of genus Halimeda, which deposit calcareous mounds up to 110 yds wide, creating mini-ecosystems on their surface which have been compared to rainforest cover.
   The GBR is the home of between17 and 23 species of merewif (Donec piscis dominae), or mermaids. Fishing for, or the removal of these creatures to be recruited as sex slaves in the Netherlands, is strictly prohibited.
   A rare albino sperm whale visits the reef on a regular basis at least twice a year (April and October predominantly), and is a huge attraction for tourists, who have named him after an American DJ, singer, songwriter, musician, photographer and animal rights activist and the 37th President of the United States. No one knows why.
   The reef was born during the Miocene epoch,  23.03 to 5.3 million years ago. As the sea level rose and fell throughout the passage of time the reef built itself into a vast system of shallow-water reefs and atolls extending 140 miles off the Australian coast and ending in an outer wall that plunged half a mile to the sea bed.
    The first humans arrived in Australia from Asia about 60,000 years ago, when the sea level was low. Of course they didn’t call it Australia back then. They called it Macaroon for some reason. I don’t know why.
   Aboriginal people hunted and fished the reef’s waters and cays for thousands of years, and continue to do so.
   Captain James Cook became the first European to navigate the GBR in 1770.
   “The sea in all parts conceals shoals that suddenly project from the shore, and rocks that rise abruptly like a pyramid from the bottom,” he wrote in his journal. Cook’s ship foundered on one of those shoals and was nearly sunk, but after several months Cook escaped the mighty grasp of the hungry reef.
   Once the reef was discovered by Europeans and other non-indigenous people it became very popular. All kinds of people, explorers, scientists, artists... janitors, and tourists flocked to the reef to fondle it.
   Yet, the evil government in Queensland attempted to lease nearly the whole thing to oil and mining companies in the 1960s.
   Anything to make a buck, right?
   That particular course of action was not popular, and spawned Australia’s first conservation movement and a decade-long “Save the Reef” campaign that culminated in the 1975 creation of Great Barrier Reef Marine Park (the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park protects a large part of the GBR from damaging activities. It is a great big, some might call vast, multiple-use Marine Park which supports a wide range of uses, which include commercial marine tourism, fishing, various  ports and shipping, recreation (including synchronized swimming), scientific research and a means of support for the indigenous people of Australia.
   Again, fishing and the removal of artefacts or wildlife (fish, coral, merewif, sea shells, etc.) is strictly regulated, and commercial shipping traffic must stick to certain specific defined shipping routes that avoid the most sensitive areas of the park.
   Currently 75% of the world's corals are threatened due to:
1. Overfishing. Overfishing is a form of overexploitation wherein fish are fished until there are so few fish that the fish have a hard time finding other fish in order to mate and have little baby fish. This can happen anywhere! In ponds, rivers, lakes, home aquariums, oceans... anywhere! Overfishing can result in resource depletion (the consumption of a resource faster than it can be replenished), reduced biological growth rates (growth rates refer to the percentage change of a specific variable within a specific time period, given a certain context) and low biomass levels    (the mass of living biological organisms in a given area or ecosystem at a given time).
2. Destructive fishing. As fish stocks decrease around the world, methods of harvesting them have become increasingly extreme. Destructive fishing techniques refers to any type of fishing system that destroys the fish habitat and devastates the marine environment, including bottom trawling (bottom trawling is trawling (towing a trawl, which is a fishing net) along the sea floor. Some people, certainly not me, refer to it as "dragging". Scientists divide bottom trawling into benthic trawling (the benthic zone is the ecological region at the lowest level of a body of water such as an ocean or a lake, including the sediment surface and some sub-surface layers)  and demersal trawling (the demersal zone is the part of the sea or ocean (or other deep body of water) comprising the water that is near to (and is significantly affected by) the seabed and the benthos. The demersal zone is just above the benthic zone and forms a layer of the larger profundal zone (the area of water wherein sunlight does not penetrate)), bycatch (the unwanted fish and other marine plants and animals caught during commercial fishing for a different species, such as sharks, dolphins, and aquatic Blue Jays), the use of poison and explosives (using poison and explosives to catch fish, like Kangaroo Dundee and Uncle Joe), and ghost fishing (any discarded, lost, or abandoned, fishing gear such as nets or traps and pots, in the marine environment that continues to fish and trap animals, entangle and kill marine life, disseminate habitat, and act as a hazard to navigation. This gear is sometimes called “ghost gear,” in honor of the  Swedish heavy metal band. I cannot overstate the amount of impact this gear has on today’s marine environment.
3. Coastal development. Coastlines around the world and other places are steadily turning into new housing, holiday homes, and tourist developments. This intense human presence does not bode well for marine ecosystems and species. 60% of the earth’s population (as of a couple of seconds ago the world’s population stood at 7, 460,497,384. There’s a lot more people on the planet now (even accounting for deaths). 60% of 7, 460,497,384 is 4,476,298,430.4) live within 37 miles of the coast. Unfortunately, rising sea levels (which are still illegal in North Carolina) directly related to global warming will have huge adverse effects on this large percentage of the nation’s, and the world’s population. Accordingly, thousands of local YMCA’s in these affected areas have begun free swimming seminars in the hopes of mitigating this pressing situation. 80% of all tourism takes place in coastal areas, with beaches and coral reefs among the most popular places for people to wander off to. Similar to habitat loss, which is more than likely the greatest threat to the variety of life on this planet today (and is why we are seeing so many bears and alligators on our city streets), and identified as a main threat to 85% of all species described in the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s list of species officially classified as "Threatened" and "Endangered,” coastal development and tourism are major irritants to the marine environment. 
4. Pollution. Pollution (the introduction of contaminants into the natural environment that cause adverse change. Pollution can take the form of chemical substances or energy, such as noise, heat or light. Pollutants, the components of pollution, can be either foreign substances/energies or naturally occurring contaminants (such as microorganisms, radionuclides (radioactive elements that can be found in rock and ground water), radon, nitrates and nitrites, heavy metals (metals that weigh more than 20 pounds), and fluoride). Pollution, mostly of the man made variety has obvious disadvantageous effects on not only the animals comprising and inhabiting the world’s reefs, but the entire marine environment.
5. Thermal stress. F A = - E a d T. Having said that, corals thrive in locations that also happen to be near their physiological limits of endurance (just as most plants and animals live within a small window of environmental parameters that allow life to flourish... if the temperature is too extreme, hot or cold, life cannot exist. If there is not enough oxygen in the atmosphere most forms of life cannot exist. If the air pressure varies too much life cannot exist, etc.), making them sensitive to stresses caused by sea temperature anomalies (which are correlated to a warming overall planetary climate) resulting in the phenomenon known as coral bleaching.
6. Ocean acidification. A more acidic ocean interferes with the formation of calcium carbonate to form shells or calcified skeletons which may significantly change the physiology of calcifying marine organisms like coral. Calls to add massive amounts of  sodium carbonate (soda ash) or sodium bicarbonate (baking soda) to the world’s oceans in an effort to lower ocean acidity have been largely panned as being highly impracticable.
7. Crown-of-thorns starfish. The crown-of-thorns starfish (Acanthaster planci) is native to coral reefs in the Indo-Pacific region. On healthy coral reefs, the coral-eating starfish plays an important role, as it tends to feed on the fastest growing corals such as staghorns and plate corals, allowing slower growing coral species to form colonies. These animals are particularly common on the GBR, but they tend not to be picky and will eat coral wherever they come across it. Contrary to popular belief coral eating starfish are not advantageous to the life and health of coral itself, and reefs in particular.  
8. Introduced invasive species. Most introduced marine invasive species have been brought to Australian waters unintentionally through shipping activities and mariculture (a specialized branch of aquaculture involving the cultivation of marine organisms for food and other products in the open ocean, an enclosed section of the ocean, or in tanks, ponds or race ways (an artificial channel used in aquaculture to culture aquatic organisms) which are filled with seawater). Australia, for example, has a large volume of shipping trade with South-east Asia and the similarity of their marine environments increases the risk of introducing foreign marine species. Yachts and smaller vessels can also unintentionally provide a mechanism for transporting marine invaders either as fouling (refers to the undesirable growth of marine organisms on immersed artificial structures such as ship hulls, jetty pilings, navigational instruments, aquaculture net cages, marathon swimmers,  and seawater intake pipes. If you’ve ever seen a pier piling covered with barnacles then you’ve seen marine fouling) or in ballast water. Heavily fouled vessels can carry up to 11pounds of gross, living, yucky stuff per square meter of exposed surface. Under the right circumstances, foreign species can hitch a ride and be released or spawn in Australia’s marine environment. It is estimated that about 7000 different marine species, including viruses, bacteria and small marine invertebrates are transported around the world in ballast water every day. More than 150 million tons of ballast water is discharged into Australia’s major ports each year. Toxic dinoflagellate algae for example can survive in ballast water for weeks. Dinoflagellates can accumulate in mussels, oysters and scallops and when eaten cause paralytic shellfish poisoning in people.
   Larger organisms can be pesky as well. For instance the introduction of European rabbits (Oryctolagus hoppididness), that were first introduced to Australia by the First Fleet (The First Fleet is the name given to the 11 ships that left England on May 13th, 1787, to found the penal colony that became the first European settlement in Australia) in 1788 (and are suspected of being the most significant known factor in species loss in Australia), is analogous to the Indo-Pacific lionfish (Pterois volitans), which was introduced to Florida waters in the early 1990s (experts speculate that people have been dumping unwanted lionfish from their home aquariums into the Atlantic Ocean for up to 25 years), and is currently spreading rapidly throughout  the west Atlantic, Caribbean and Mediterranean Seas. This carnivore may cause harmful changes in coral-reef ecosystems via predation on native fishes and invertebrates, as well as competing with native predators.
   A mass bleaching event, fueled by warming water, has affected corals around the world, but has proved most visibly destructive on the GBR. Almost a quarter of the reef’s coral has died off, with the previously healthy areas of the ecosystem’s north, the worse off.
   Coral bleaching occurs when prolonged high temperatures cause coral to expel their zooxanthellae, their symbiotic algae, turning the coral into snow-white skeletons.
   Corals can recover from this but some just die. Divers on the GBR have spotted large areas of degraded coral, with some reporting the smell of rotting, decaying coral when they emerge from the ocean’s waters.
   Almost all parts of the GBR have suffered bleaching, but not all of it has died. Scientists hope that large parts of the reef, and the animals that depend on the reef, will recover, although the long-term warming and acidifying of the oceans pose a grave threat to reefs around the entire world.
   Some scientists have suggested the only way to repopulate the GBR and other reefs around the globe is the employment of genetic engineering.
   I suggest that the sickness of the reefs are indicative of a much larger problem. We as a world populace have to face the difficult problems that dealing with global warming and climate change, over fishing, invasive species, and pollution present, not only to the reefs and the ecosystem that depend on them, but for our species, the human species, for if we hide our heads in the sand and continue to ignore these pervasive problems then the human community will be the ones who next will undoubtedly face a different world, a more difficult world (for our children and grandchildren), possibly a world in which men and women cannot exist.
   The GBR is a harbinger of are own fate. Will we take these issues seriously?
   I don’t believe there was one question regarding global warming, or environmental issues during the three presidential debates we’ve recently suffered through, and Hillary Clinton mentioned them only in passing.
   Climate change is without a doubt the gravest problem, the greatest danger, that our species has ever faced. We need to treat this issue with the seriousness that it deserves.
   Or is it already too late?
   Some think so. This is an example of what some believe.  
   And this describes our possible future if we continue on our current path. 
   I don’t know if it is too late or not to avoid the catastrophic consequences of our inaction, and our devotion to corporate profit rather than species.
   I do know that if we continue to do nothing then the future for our progeny will  certainly be bleak. 
   Hopefully the is still time for hope. I certainly hope so.
   As for the coral, it’s health is synonymous with ours, and they face the same threat that we do, and some feel there is hope for it still.  
   Kim Cobb, a coral reef expert at Georgia Tech states, “I have studied corals off Christmas Island in the Pacific where 85% of them have died, it was a graveyard. But even there, I was shocked to see remarkable resilience. Amid the graveyards of the reefs there were areas that looked like nothing had happened.
   There is a lot we can do to minimize climate change and we need to get going on that. To say reefs are finished and we can’t do anything about it isn’t the message we need going forward.”

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Skid Row Diary 50

Picture Legend

1. Misty Parks
2. Kate Winslet
3. Edward Mulhare & Hope Lange
4. Tupac
5. Sharon Stone
6. Isabelle Adjani
7. Clea Lewis
8. Kathy Griffin and her dogs
9. Map
10. “Dead Men don’t Wear Plaid”
11. Rachel Ward
12. Tanya Roberts
13. Anne Heche
14. Swedish meatball
15. Jackie’s weather
16. Simpsons
17. Brooke Rockwell
18. Anne Frank
19. John Manzano
20. Scooter
21. Sally Field
22. Vanessa Angel
23. Angel

21   December   2003   Sunday   Day 162

   Got up at 10:00, cleaned my room, showered, and had some nice coffee.
   I had lunch with John and two other vets. He had bought a computer for $2 from the sidewalk people, and he wanted to fix it up and give it to me.
   “I’ll pay you for it if it’s got a word processor,” I told him.
   “You don’t need to pay me for it. You’re a fellow writer. You need a computer.”
   I wasn’t going to argue with him. We went to his room to have a look at it. He wants to add some memory cards and programs, and other computer things I’m totally ignorant of.
   “You go right ahead, John. Knock yourself out.”
   Back in my room I read the paper. And wrote. Then I took a little nap and dreamt I was babysitting Misty Parks, the talented and beautiful star of “Adorable 8,” but woke up just before it was her bedtime.
   I taped the movie “Diabolique,” starring Sharon Stone, Kathy Bates, Isabelle Adjani, and Clea Lewis, one of my absolute favorite actresses. The T.V. guide gave this remake 1 Star, but although a tad heavy handed, I liked it. The T.V. people edited Isabelle’s butt out of the movie, the miserable bastards! Apparently it’s okay to show a man being drown in a bathtub. To show the rear end of the star of “Ishtar” was unthinkable.
   This country is so hypocritical.
   I have nothing against nudity in films, and I’m going to put my money where my mouth is. If anyone, anytime, asks me to appear nude in a movie, I’m going for it!
   That includes home videos.
   Slimy hot dogs for dinner.
   I watched Ebert and Roper, who didn’t have anything new to say.
   I had Emailed Roger a few days ago, in reference to a comment he had made during last weeks show concerning “The Lord of the Rings, the Return of the King.” He said the character of Gandalf was unbelievable because he had too much stamina, and didn’t seem to get tired. In my message I reminded him that Gandalf was a wizard, for Christsakes, and not a man, and is immortal, and can do just about whatever he pleases.
   You’d think Roger would want to retract his statement after making such an egregious error, mentioning my Email which had set him straight on this week’s show, but nnnooooooo, not a word.
   That’s the last time I’m covering for him!
   At 7:00pm, James Cameron’s “Titanic,” aired on NBC, and I taped it. The censors once again saved American propriety by editing out all of the interesting parts of the posing scene between Kate Winslet and Leonardo Dicaprio, which to my mind was an integral plot and artistic element of the film as a whole, the movie basically nonsensical and inconsequential without it.
   Thanks a lot NBC for ruining Cameron’s masterpiece.
   James Cameron hasn’t made a film for 7 years now. What’s he up to I wonder.
   I learned on the 11:00 news that the lovely actress Hope Lange had passed away last Friday, in nearby Santa Monica. She was 70 years old.
   I remember her from the television show “The Ghost & Mrs. Muir,” which she starred in with Edward Mulhare, and for which she won two Emmy Awards and a Golden Globe Award nomination. Before that she earned a Golden Globe Award and a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress, for her portrayal of Selena Cross in 1957's “Peyton Place,” which was a very naughty movie at the time. Very naughty. Naughty, naughty, naughty!
   My mother liked “Peyton Place.” But she liked the T.V. show they later made based on the movie, which itself was based on the book, “Peyton Place.”
   In 1986, Hope took a role as Laura Dern's mother in David Lynch's “Blue Velvet,” which was also naughty... very.
   At midnight I listened to the Impact Program. Frank began the program with a recording from Tupac Shakur, the late rap artist, which was filled with obscenities. Quiet frankly I was amazed that he played it, the... song being ripe fodder for the censors.
   Then I remembered when the censors had gotten me. I had begun to sing Led Zeppelin’s “Heartbreaker,” at the karaoke meeting held across the street from the Weingart on Wednesday nights. As soon as I sang “All the fellows lay their money down,” the music was shut off, the owner of the karaoke machine believing these lyrics to be a reference to prostitution, which it very well may be. She was protecting all of the street people who wandered in from evil.
   “This is a church!” she proclaimed.
   If memory serves there’s one or two prostitutes in the Bible who play a significant role in the life of Jesus Christ.    
   "I tell you the truth, the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you. For John came to you to show you the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and the prostitutes did. And even after you saw this, you did not repent and believe him" (Matthew 21:31-32).
   “Censorship is the work of the devil,” I told her, then left, never to return.
   I watched part of “The Caine Mutiny,” Humphrey Bogart’s last film, then switched back to Frank taking calls.
   He spoke of the big publicity opportunity the Bush administration was getting from Libya’s agreeing to allow international inspectors in the country to search for weapons of mass destruction.
   First, the British arranged it, the U.S. having nothing to do with it. Second, Libya doesn’t have any weapons of mass destruction, so they’re conceding nothing in their attempt to rejoin the world community.
   More Bush smoke up our collective butts.
   Just wait and see. If he wins next year’s election, sometime before his 4 years are up he will make some attempt to repeal the 22nd Amendment, so he can stay in office.
   For the good of the country of course.

22   December   Monday   Day 163

   I suddenly woke screaming from a dream in which Kate Winslet, Sharon Stone, Isabelle Adjani, and Clea Lewis were beautiful cannibal witches who after having their way with me were just about to throw me into a pot of boiling potato and parsley stew.
      “Oh, my gosh,” I said to myself. “Good thing I woke up!”
      A group of small shops that had lined the southwest corner of 6th and San Pedro have been demolished to make way for a new Midnight Mission facility to be completed in 2005. The newspaper tells me this might be the last time a project dedicated to social services will be built in the downtown area due to rocketing property values. High end lofts are being constructed and filled in the Toy District near 4th St., and the dichotomy between the well off and the dirt poor is becoming even more apparent. The city wants the homeless to move out, or back to the communities from which they came. Those communities don’t want them back, and to date there has been no responsible plan to deal with homelessness in Los Angeles, or the nation itself for that matter, other than ignore the problem, try to push it on to someone else, or hope it just goes away.
   Homelessness in this country is a disgrace. It should not exist. Help for the mentally ill should be proactive. The way society has dealt with both of these problems over the years is little more than childish. We should all be ashamed to see the powerless forgotten and the sick left untreated. It’s all very well for celebrities and movie stars to come down during Christmas to help serve a meal at the L.A. Mission, but that helps the celebrity and movie star more than it does the chronically homeless.
   Anyway, the demolition continued this morning before dawn. The noise woke me near 6:00, so I retaliated by going back to sleep. When I could sleep no more I got up. It was about 8:00, or so. Many people, maybe most of them, were awake already. I went down to breakfast and found John down there. He told me that he thought the computer he had bought from the street people and that he wanted to give to me was too antiquated to be of much use.
   Well, that sucked. I could use a free computer right about now.
  I went back upstairs and stuck my head into Kenny’s office.
   “Did you guys make any decision on my pass,” I asked him.
   A pained expression came upon his face, as if he were doing me a big favor by answering me.
   “For one day. Don’t take two,” he said.
   “Is that a yes then?”
   “For one day, yes.”
   “Thanks. I appreciate it a lot.”
   What a dick.
   I wrote for awhile, then walked to the Las Americas Hotel for my 10:30 interview. A pungent air of garlic met me at the front door.
   I was told to wait in the day room, which I did. Two other potential residents were there before me, and it was a hour before I was seen.
   Kathy Griffin and her dogs entertained me as a substitute host on the “Sharon Osborn Show.” After a while I stopped watching and wrote in my little notebook.
   I was eventually called to the back office where I was introduced to one of Skid Row Housing Trust’s case managers who conducted the brief interview.
   I was asked how I became homeless (a series of unfortunate circumstances), if I took psych meds (for some reason I told him that I did, and to my relief he said that was no problem), if I liked to cook (yes), and how I would handle noisy neighbors (Benelli M4 Super 90  semi-automatic shotgun).
   I’m afraid I babbled a bit, telling him why I wanted to stay sober, my plans for school, etc. In the end he seemed satisfied with everything, and the assistant manger asked me to call back tomorrow, or Wednesday after 10:00am.
   I caught the 18 bus just outside the hotel’s door, to the library to exchange videos, then to the VA clinic and Kathy’s ASAP meeting.
   I’ve become increasingly aware of Kathy’s indifference to those of us who attend her meetings on an individual level. As a group facilitator she is dedicated and performs her duties exceedingly well. But she allows little personal contact outside of the group.
   I wished her a merry Christmas as I handed her a fresh cup of steaming urine. She didn’t even look at me as she wished me one as well.
   I demand attention, damn it!
   I stopped by the HOP office to attempt to arrange another dentist appointment, as I was getting to be more concerned with my tooth ache. I was ignored there however. My presence was not even acknowledged. I didn’t feel like making a fuss at that time, and so returned to the Weingart.
   I discovered that while I had been waiting for my interview the earth had shifted up near where my friend Julie lives in Atascadero, and there was a great deal of damage in Paso Robles, and at least two deaths reported.
   I knew my friend Julie was alright. Even though I don’t believe in ESP, I know I would have felt something if she had been hurt in some way. In any case my thoughts went out to her.
   I watched Ernest Borgnine guest star on “The Simpsons.” They had poor Ernest being attacked by a bear, which is odd as bears love Ernie.
   And I watched a film I remember having woken up to once a long time ago. “Dead Men don’t Wear Plaid,” starring the beautiful and talented Rachel Ward and Carl Reiner. There was a a lot of physical adjusting going on in this movie. Quite frankly I was shocked and appalled.
   I also watched the first half of John Frankenheimer’s “The Train,” with Burt Lancaster and Paul Scofield. I had seen it a long time ago, and only remember it being good. Good enough for me to check it out when I found it at the library.
   I was right. It was good!
   The print on the box cover for “The Train,” made a big deal about 50 year old Burt doing his own stunts, as if all 50 year olds were uniformly infirm.
   The pox on infirmity!
   When I slept I dreamt I was rescued from being boiled alive in a pot of potato and parsley stew by thorn bird Rachel Ward, slave girl Tanya Roberts, and sex addict Anne Heche, who managed to chase away Winslet, Stone, Adjani, and Lewis into the vast wilderness.
   “Thank you, thank you,” I cried.
   “You’re welcome,” Rachel said.
   “How can I ever show you my appreciation?” I asked.
   “Oh, we’ll think of something,” Tanya said.
   “We sure will,” said Anne.
   And then they descended on me like a pack of wild wolves.

23   December   Tuesday   Day 164

“I can shake off everything if I write. And that is the great question. Will I ever be able to write well. I want too so much. I want to go on living even after my death.”   Anne Frank

      It’s raining today. This may have contributed to me depressed state, but I doubt it. I slept in late, and after waking, read from “Tai-Pan,” and ate chocolate cookies.
   I did make it downstairs for lunch. Red snapper.
   I tried to write when I got back to my room, but I couldn’t do it. Lethargy, a sure sign of depression... . I suppose I’m dreading my trip tomorrow, even though I instigated it.
   I finished watching “The Train,” and continued reading of Dirk Struan.
   Dinnertime came around. One big meatball sitting in a pile of egg noodles. I was told it was Swedish, but it looked Croatian to me.
   I checked in on Jackie Guerrido, and she told me, with that knowing look of hers, that there should be little rain tomorrow, but precipitation should return for Christmas.
   “The Simpsons,” aired their yuletide 10th Halloween Special, and I watched a brand new episode of “That 70's Show,” featuring the lovely and amazing Shannon Elizabeth as the guest  librarian, and mother to Kelso’s child.
   To cheer me up after meditation, I watched “The Diary of Anne Frank,” starring Millie Perkins, as Anne. The movie is of course based on the actual diary, probably the most read diary ever written. She was 13 years old when she wrote it, and she needn’t have worried, for she was an excellent and gifted writer.
   You can tell a writer that they’re good, but they’ll never believe you.
   I dreamt Clea Lewis came back from the vast wilderness and rescued me from Ward, Roberts, and Heche, who had really been giving me a working over.
   “Thank you, Clea,” I told her.
   “Your welcome.”
   “Where are you taking me?”
   “My place. We can rest up there for a couple of days.”
   She carried me off, and we were never seen again.

24   December   Wednesday   Day 165   Christmas Eve

   I slept in late, until 7:00, then showered with two black guys.
   I had packed my backpack the night before, and after putting on some clothes was ready to go. I left the safety and comfort of my little room with some hesitation, then headed downstairs.
   I had a simple task to perform before leaving the vicinity. Simple, but if it went badly it would prove to be rather embarrassing and potentially difficult to explain. I surveyed the front desk area and decided conditions were unsuitable, and so handed in my room key to the young desk person (a strict house rule is to never leave the building with your key, one reason being it allows staff to easily determine if an individual is in the building... or not), and went to breakfast in the cafe.
   Omelets, filled with sausage and bacon. Because I was donating plasma today, I ate the eggs only.
   I returned to the hotel lobby when finished. Conditions were still not ripe, but I was pressed for time. I placed my backpack and the videos I was returning to the library in a seat in the back of the small room. A load bearing colum separated me from the security guard across the way, and who was not as busy with other residents as I would have liked. I retrieved my key from the desk personnel and signed in for today and yesterday, then returned to my backpack, slipped the key into my pocket, grabbed my bag, and as unobtrusively as possible left the building and scurried away.
   Now for all intents and purposes I was somewhere within the Weingart, and impossible to find.
   This tactic would allow me to stay the extra night in Camarillo I had always planned on staying. The extra night Johnson and Carnes would not allow me. They would have no report that I had stayed out for two nights... or one night for that matter. As far as Johnson and Carnes would know, or could prove, I hadn’t gone to Camarillo at all.
   It was for my books that I had done this. The procedure was not terribly cleaver and I was not proud of my actions. In fact I was more nervous about it than the circumstances warranted. My selfishness demanded that I be away for 2 nights, and I simply did what I could not to give Johnson a reason to act punitively towards me, like having my room packed out and me being discharged from the Weingart upon my return Friday. I couldn’t stand the idea of having my books, papers, and manuscript being lost or stolen. If it was just me I wouldn’t have cared.
   Possessions possess us. As long as we’re alive anyway.
   I dropped my videos in the library’s drop box before heading to Trimar. “Gladiator,” was playing again.
   Do todays’s audiences really believe that a Roman Emperor would let a slave disrupt his administration and public approval rating?  
   Probably not.
   Aurica stuck me. She was tired today due to her granddaughter keeping her awake for most of the previous evening.
   I picked up some candy and spicy trail mix from the 99 Cent Store, and ate the ham and turkey sandwich I had made last night.
   Next, off to Union Station, via the Red Line subway.
   I arrived at 2:00pm, 2 hours and 20 minutes before the Metrolink would depart for Ventura County. The ticket only cost $6.75, which was less than John Monzano told me it would be. I called the Las Americas and left a message that I’d call back Friday. Then I waited.
   I smoked a few cigarettes and walked around looking a people. I found a water fountain and drank from it.
   At 3:00 I walked up to track 3 and sat with some other people to wait some more. Train cops were arresting some poor slob over on the Gold Line tracks. He probably didn’t have his ticket, the poor bastard. Now he’ll spend Christmas in the train jail. It took 4 of these guys and 1 girl to subdue the man.
   Always buy a ticket.
   A train came into the station on the track I was standing next to. It stopped and opened it’s doors. I got on and found a good seat on the second level and began reading from “Life on the Mississippi.” At one point I got off the train to smoke another cigarette, then got back on to resume reading.
   A little before 4:00 the conductor announced that we’d be leaving in just a few minutes, and that they’d be going to Lancaster. There was a problem. I didn’t want to go to Lancaster. I didn’t want to go anywhere near Lancaster. I’d been there and it’s cold and miserable.
   I hurried off the train and crossed the pathway separating track 4 from 3 and got on the right train, the train to Oxnard.
   A narrow escape. You see these metrolink trains run on a very restricted schedule, as they serve working commuters primarily. There would be two trains headed for Oxnard in Ventura County taking people home from work, and two headed for Lancaster, but none returning. Not until Friday morning. Since I didn’t have a great deal of money, an unexpected trip to Lancaster without having anyway back would have been decidedly disadvantageous.
   It would also suck big time.
   But I was now on the right train, which left Union Station precisely on time. First we passed through Glendale, then Burbank and Burbank airport, then cutting diagonally across the San Fernando Valley from east to west, south to north, through Van Nuys, Northridge, Chatsworth, into Simi Valley, Moorpark, and finally Camarillo, where I got off, and where John Manzano was waiting for me.
   It was now dark, cold, and drizzling. We greeted each other, and John led me across the street from the little depot.
   I once had a studio apartment a few blocks up the street from where John and I had met. It no longer existed, the city having torn it down to build something else there. The city had paid me $14,000 to move out, at which time I moved to Arizona, to Bullhead City where my sister lived.
   John led me to the Longhorn Bar on Ventura Bl. He had been drinking beers and Bloody Mary’s while waiting for me to arrive. He offered me one and I accepted, thrilled to be out of L.A.
   It was a small but lively place. I don’t usually drink in bars, but apparently John is a regular there, so that’s were we stayed.
   Kim, the pretty bartender, introduced herself. A man wearing a Jethro Tull T-shirt played the guitar and sang Neil Young songs. People laughed and drank. A pretty black girl came in wearing a skimpy Santa Claus outfit and sang along with Jethro. I showed John my letter from Odalys and the poster she signed for me.
   I know he wanted them, so I took them back.
   John bought me 3 or 4 more beers, and we discussed what he had been up to lately. Nothing. I told him Labren had left  and about life with Kenny. I let him know it was good to see him.
   After a while we got a ride back to his place. I met his mom, Vera, after which she went to bed. I also met his brother Mich, and was offered homemade tamales for dinner.
   I think I ate about 8 of them, the beer making me rather hungry. Mich went to bed. John and I watched T.V. in the living room, the movie “48 Hours,” with Nick Nolte specifically.
   At one point John called someone and told me he had to go somewhere, but would be back shortly. I sat in someone’s house that I didn’t know, watching television, and petting Scooter, the nervous little pomeranian mix, the family dog.
   When “Smokey and the Bandit,” came on I laid down on the couch and tried to get to sleep as fast as possible.
   I was soon fast asleep. I dreamed that Scooter was leading me down a large hallway toward a bright white light. I entered a huge cavernous room, shiny with silver and gold garland. A Christmas tree, 30 feet high and ornamented with so many glass ornaments, birdhouses, squirrels and other animal ornaments, lanterns, trains stars, bells, electric flashing lights, snow, and tinsel that one would think the tree would fall under it’s own weight, but this was a magic tree, and it would never fall.
   From behind the tree Sally Field emerged, as did the lovely and talented actress Vanessa Angel from the movie “Kingpin,” and the talented and lovely Angel, star of “Girls Like Us,” “Angel of the Island,” “Debbie Does 'em All,” and many other fine films.
   I had two angels and a Sally, who led me into a new Christmas Day