Saturday 21 march 2010

Cyclone Ului was downgraded to category three early this morning. Here’s a satellite (google search is amazing!) showing the size. What the photo can’t illustrate is how Ului’s momentum has dropped as it approaches shore. All good news.

And these are photos from my yard, at around 3:30pm. Not too drastic  a shift from yesterday, but the planet is definitely darker today. Ului’s effects are not expected to reach my area until late Sunday afternoon. So – more photos tomorrow!

As the imminent threat of Ului subsides, my attention has been drawn to the two major wolverine problems facing Alaska at present.

The Mudflats shines a beacon of light on the unnecessary aerial slaughter of wolf packs in Denali State Park by what appears to be a corrupt Board of Game, headed by Governor Sean Parnell. I wept. Some of the wolves were collared, tagged as research animals, part of an ongoing study that’s in its sixteenth year. Reports describe how the shooters saw the collars, understood what the collars meant - and killed the wolves anyway, an overt act which only demonstrates how easily the current Alaska Administration thumbs it’s nose at their duty of care.

The second is the uncovering of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Anchorage Mayor Dan Sullivan has successfully bilked the city out of $193,000 in a story you have to read to believe. It begins in 1982 when his father, George Sullivan, retired as mayor. Having undergone triple-bypass heart surgery, the city administration (in testiment to the man’s years of service) voted to keep active his slot in their group life insurance policy aware that Mr. Sullivan would not qualify for insurance on his own (once he left office) given his age and medical condition. George Sullivan died this past year, around the same time his son became mayor of Anchorage. Two weeks ago, current Mayor Dan Sullivan took to his local Assembly the issue of payment of his father’s life insurance policy with the city Muni trust. They voted almost unanimously to pay an amount of $193,000.

Several problems have come to light. First, no one ever told the insurance carrier (Aetna) that an unemployed man was on their books as part of a group package. Second, the amount of the yearly ‘premiums’ paid by the Sullivan family beginning at over $900 per year in 1982 and dropping twice until it leveled out at $555  some years later is completely suspect. Third, and most damningly imho, is the manner in which Dan Sullivan put the issue to a vote without putting forth pertinent details (trust me, this is no big deal, just vote yes and we can all go fishing!) about the city’s factual obligation.

He then – and only then – let it be known that he was the executor of his father’s will, with full power to distribute the $193,000 as he saw fit – and as mayor of Anchorage, ordered himself to cut the check to give to… himself!?!?! And finally, he has withheld information as to the disbursal of the funds. (He does, however, have his eye on a honey of a boat..)

That’s hootzpah Mr. Sullivan. But not in a good way.

The single Assembly nay voter (Harriet Drummond) has called for a hearing. Mel Green, Alaska blogger extraordinaire has sifted through a 28 year paper trail of interoffice emails in an effort to put a timeline on the events surrounding the conception, maintenance and execution of Mr. George Sullivan’s city-owned life insurance policy. The hearing will take place this coming week.

I highly recommend both site articles be read.

It’s Sunday morning here. The sun is shining and Ului has touched down  a few hundred kilometers north of us as a category two cyclone. It’s reported 60,000 homes are without power but damage cannot be assessed until the roads are safe enough for crews to traverse. An area already under a meter of flood water has so far accumulated 450 mm of rain since last night.

Clean up is going to be slow, wet and muddy. More later.

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Preparation for our share of tropical Cyclone Ului (pronounced you-lee) is complete. The only things left standing in the yards are the two trash bins, and even they are tethered to the porch with rope and D-Rings. BOM (Bureau of Meteorology) reports a slight subsiding in the strength of Ului as it enters our northeastern coastal waters. By the time it reaches southeast Queensland, it may be nothing more than a big spit. Wouldn’t that be perfect!

But one can never actually predict a storm’s path or muscle with 100% accuracy so we continue to err on the side of caution and reinforce our modest wooden nest.

Which brings me to these clever little gadgets! A few years back I stumbled across them in a bargain shop. I bought two on a whim and after seeing how well they worked, went back and bought several more. Throughout my house, they sit quietly on night tables, bathroom sinks, my desk and kitchen benchtops. Others, like the one pictured here, are mounted on the walls beside the light switches. When the lights go off you just smack the dome and *poof* there’s instantly enough light to get you across the room or down the hall.

This particular one is still using the original battery and I’m guessing it dates back to 2006 or 2007.  We have at least three blackouts a year. Some result from storms, others from cars slamming into poles or workmen sneezing at the exact wrong moment and blacking out whole neighbourhoods for hours. Some are even the result of lightning strikes getting the better of our government-run power sources. (Oh dear me, did I say that out loud?) At any rate, at about $1.50 each, you can see we’re still getting our money’s worth after 3 or 4 years.

The idea is to smack one in a pinch. It gives off just enough light to find your radio, phone, torch, slippers or glasses. Then, as soon as you’re organized, you smack it off. When we’ve had houseguests, we leave one by the guests bed. No need to leave nightlights plugged in or wake up others when you’re making a nocturnal trip to the loo in unfamiliar territory. They allow you a guiding light without casting a glare on everything else. (No, the kids can’t shine them on the ceiling – lol)

The ones mounted on the walls all have frames painted white and coated with an irridescent-glitter varnish. The speckles pick up any light, anytime, making the domes easy to find.

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These photos were taken this afternoon at about 3pm. We’d just come home from the last bit of shopping (you would not believe how noticeably empty the shelves were of paper towels, bottled water and matches) and the sun was shining as if it had no clue what was on the other side of the mountain. So after putting the  last of the groceries and paper goods away, I took a stroll around the yards and pointed my trusty digital at the whimsical clouds and blue skies. There was a bit of wind, but the temperature was normal for early autumn.

At 3pm tomorrow, regardless of the storms progress, I plan on duplicating my stroll and we’ll have photos to compare.

(Click each image to enlarge)

Happy Hunkering to all my fellow storm-waiters – and thanks (also too) so much to everyone for the really gracious comments and prophecies of safety!

Stay warm and dry :)

To comment on this post, please scroll up to the title ‘Twas The Night Before Ului… and click on the word comments just beneath.  Thanks, ozMud

Cyclone Ului (you-lee) has been upgraded to a category four cyclone and is slowly heading toward the east coast of Australia. While we aren’t directly in it’s path, we tend to get plenty of residual rain and wind  from any tropical storm, far north, offshore or on.

So we’ve been in batten down the hatches mode for the past few days. I’ve just this evening finished washing every towel, blanket and sheet I could find, plus all our clothing. (Did you know that when all the washing in my house is done there’s actually not enough room to put it all away? Interesting arguement for letting it go, eh?) We tend to have water come under the front door with driving winds, and the downstairs laundry and craft room flood as they are built a meter below ground level, so when I know it’s coming, I like to pull the plugs on the machines and get everything mechanical off the floor.

Spouse is on resupplying torches and batteries detail, along with cleaning the camp stove and buying fuel. The larder is stocked with tins of food, drinking water and paper goods. Two things I can’t live without: Coffee and toilet paper. Everything else has a workable substitute – but you don’t want to be around me if I have to use yesterday’s coffee grounds in the morning and then tear up old magazines in the afternoon.

Patio furniture and garden tools like to take flying lessons in tropical Australian storms, along with my potted orchids and bromeliads. Having gained control of the inside, over the next two days I’ll be outside locking things away in the shed,making sure no loose items are hanging around, waiting to replay scenes from Harry Potter.

Then it’s the sit tight and wait game for the rest of the weekend. Hope you all stay warm and dry this weekend.  Meet you on the other side – Oz

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