In Inupiaq, nunam izzua means ‘land’s end.’
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Superhero
Well, I used to think that there was nothing like a great day of teaching to make me feel like a superhero, but alas it has been matched. While cruising over beautiful terrain in a helicopter, it’s easy to forget that I am not superman. And I get to cruise over beautiful terrain in a helicopter to go to the school where I teach. How am I this lucky??
Anouvuk
Wisdom in humor
‘Michael O’Sullivan was my great friend. But I don’t ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself. Michael and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If he was here now, if he could hear what I say, I’d congratulate him on being a great man, and thank him for being a friend.’
Jackie O’Shea, in Waking Ned Devine
Some of the most poignant things I have heard, they come in the middle of comedy and humor. Interesting. The other day someone complimen–no, it wasn’t really a ‘compliment,’ it was somehow far more genuine than just a ‘compliment.’ You know what I mean? There are compliments, then there is that other sort of comment, when someone says, pure and genuine, a simple fact about you. That. Someone made one of those remarks to me the other day, and it completely blindsided me. Like, whoa, what just happened? But that got me thinking (and it also made my day). It’s not just me…anybody..when someone makes one of those genuine and true comments, it catches the person off guard entirely.
Because we never say things like that until after someone dies. Just like old Jackie realized in that wonderful movie. Maybe we ought to tell the people we love the important things before they are gone.
Arctic summer color
Bird net
The north trails
So there are a few trails on the island. Two head north out of the village, a low one that stays a few hundred feet off the water, and a high one that heads up to the top of the island. The low one, I found the other day, only goes to the north cliffs…where it stops gradually. Well, sort of. The trail starts out incredibly nice, wide and easy, fades to a narrow and sort of tricky little route, and eventually you turn a corner and, wham, cliffs. Big cliffs. Up to that point, it is a gradual fade, though. From the best I could tell, the north cliffs are just shy of the northernmost point of the island.
How does Diomede get electricity?
Well, it works like this. See that picture, that funny looking boat? Well, it’s a barge and tug, actually, loaded with a lot of diesel fuel. They come around once a year. The fuel they deliver powers the village power plant and is sold to individuals for home heating–google ‘toyo stove’ to see how the majority of alaskans heat their homes.
Riding the five two two
Riding the five two two
by Jei Sheng
Riding the five two two
Along lake city way
Earbuds in eyes closed
Or texting or reading Hemingway
Or lonely for loved ones at home
Past strip malls, strip clubs
And a field of tombstones
Damp and rain-stained to a one
We ride into Seattle
The fans blast lukewarm air
The windows lost to fog
Rain streams in under the doors
Wipers smear the rain
The bell rings out my stop
I button up my thick wool coat
Snug on my hat and grab my things
I nod “thanks for the ride”
And step into the rain
Fairbanks @ 2:00am
The first good snow
Akt2’ers ftw!
What a hell of a summer that was, I miss you all and hope you’re well and enjoying some quality R&R! unfortunately i didn’t have pictures of everybody :/