So much . . .
Weekly trips to pick up our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) [It's a USDA website so go quick before the regime either takes it down because it's too 'woke' or it crashes from neglect or incompetence.]


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From Animalspot.net |
So much . . .
Weekly trips to pick up our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) [It's a USDA website so go quick before the regime either takes it down because it's too 'woke' or it crashes from neglect or incompetence.]
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From Animalspot.net |
RAIS (Refugee Assistance and Immigration Services) is among the groups that help folks under the umbrella of Catholic Social Services in Anchorage, (I'd also say I've never seen a trace of proselytizing in any of the RAIS activities.)
Yesterday, Thursday, June 26, was the first day of their summer CSA program pick up. That's Community Supported Agriculture - a program where consumers pay farmers upfront and then pick up fresh vegetables every week. In Alaska, that is necessarily limited to summer.
I first learned and blogged the term CSA in March 2009 when I was a volunteer with an NGO (non-governmental organization, what we call non-profit) in Chiangmai, Thailand. Here's that post which talks about CSAs in general and what was happening in Chiangmai specifically.
Because it was the first day of Grow North Farm's 2025 CSA distribution there was also a celebration for World Refugee day. with music, dancing, art activities, and food from around the world. (That sentence was more or less lifted and edited from the email I got from RAIS.
For the rest of the summer, in addition to the subscribers picking up their veggies, there will be booths where other refugee farmers will be selling their crops. Here's a blog post from 2022 showing you the variety of things for sale. It's always colorful and people are often wearing the clothing they would wear in their original countries. There are also people selling baked goods. The one that captured me last summer - the Egyptian Kitchen - won't be here this summer. They are in Egypt until fall. Lots of folks will miss their incredible home made cookies.
Yesterday, I only saw a couple of tents where people were selling veggies and preserved food. Most of the booths were services available in Anchorage. The library was there - my mind's going blank - and there were a number of groups with various arts and crafts activities for kids.
I spent more time at the Choosing Our Roots table, because it was a group I knew nothing about. This is Adam in the photo. He's head of the Board of Directors. Later, the Executive Director Chami joined us. Basically this groups helps queer youth find housing and get their feet on the ground. They work with various groups including Alaska Housing, Alaska Children's Trust, Covenant House, and RAIS.'Youth' means about 15 to 25. Chami said she herself had been homeless with a baby and worked herself out of that situation and is now a social worker (I'm pretty sure that's what she said) and a licensed therapist (I'm sure she said that). So she can counsel these youth with first hand experience of what they are going through.
This was a very colorful (in the literal sense of that word) event and a photographer's buffet. Except it wasn't. Many of the people, for cultural reasons, do not want to be photographed."Chamsur is the Nepalese word for Garden Cress - a green which is popular in mountainous regions of Nepal and Afghanistan. Nepalese farmers brought seeds to Fresh International Gardens to experiment with growing Chamsur in Alaska - it proved to be well suited to Anchorage and has grown at the farm every year since!Include garden cress in any soup, salad, or sandwich for a tangy flavor. The taste is very similar to that of arugula, so it works great in any wraps, sandwiches, or salads! Add this Green Salad with Garden Cress to your list of tasty summer salads! Or use both your spinach and chamsur in this Chamsur Palungo recipe."
"Sorrel is another tangy green, bright and lemony and makes a lovely Ukrainian Sorrel Soup - perfect for a rainy summer day."
First, thanks to Barbara Brown, another Anchorage resident who's moved to Portland, for alerting me to this story.
I'm not going to write much here. You can check the links for details.
O'Calahan's causes - helping the homeless, giving away fish and other foods, promoting bike riding - all seem to be attempts to get people to become aware of the waste and callousness of our ruthless consumerism. Ride a bike, help the poor, you don't need to be rich to be happy.
Here's a 2020 ADN article about O'Calahan and his contributions to our city.
Here's a the announcement from Oregon Public Radio Barbara sent me from
"2024 Portland mayoral candidate killed in MAX train crash
Eighty-one-year-old Michael O’Callaghan (pictured), who ran for Portland mayor last year, died Wednesday after being struck by a TriMet MAX light rail train while riding a bicycle in Southeast Portland. Investigators said O’Callaghan was traveling northbound on Southeast 8th Avenue from Southeast Division Street Wednesday afternoon when he encountered lowered railroad safety arms and traffic. He was a sixth-generation Otregonian and a self-taught lawyer who ran on improving Portland’s homelessness, safety and housing issues. (OPB staff)" There's more here.
He showed us you could live an impactful life off the financial treadmill. He had spiritual wealth, and could see things most of us can't see. Without him, there is less sparkle in the world.
With the press club posts, I took notes here (on Blogspot), but it didn't seem right to just post notes, yet there were so many panels that I didn't really have time to do the panelists or my readers right, so they are just dangling there as 'drafts.'
While most Anchorage bowl snow was gone when the grandkids arrived, we did find some puddles sealed in sheets of ice, which they had a great time breaking and then holding large pieces. They also liked bouncing sticks off of a still mostly frozen Goose Lake on bike ride to Goose Lake. Then on along
We also made it to the bead shop in the Golden Donut mall at Lake Otis and Tutor. There are all kinds of beads and other string able objects like porcupine quills.
At the west end of the mall is the Stars of Alaska Rock Shop. I'd put it on the list of places to take visitors to Anchorage.
It's a crazy crowded shop full of, rocks, of course, but also fossils, and amazing things.
How about a mosasaurus skull. Actually, I don't think that was for sale.
Owner Martin Warfield was unpacking a new shipment of Amonites - 'an extinct cephalopod mollusk' - that lived 280 million years ago.
Here's a closer look at a half of one.
While that may seem like a lot (I hope it does), in perspective it's not that much for a whole summer. Kristen Faulkner, of Homer, Alaska, won the Olympic road bike race.
She rode 158 km (98 miles) in "a fraction under four hours." That's more than a tenth of my summer production in four hours! Even accounting for the fact that getting to and from the bike trail includes some stop signs and traffic lights, and the bike trail requires some slowing down for walkers, dogs, and occasionally moose, and that she's to a bike much more suited to going fast . . . well you get the idea. My 1400 km is good exercise, but nothing sensational.
I did see an obituary today for a man older than I am. He died after an ebike accident on the Bird to Gird route. Mine is not an ebike.
You can watch Faulkner below. [It seems you have to click the link and watch it on YouTube, not here.]
In recent weeks there have been lots of cloudy, even rainy, days. But most days had times when biking was good and the sun even made appearances.
I've mentioned in an earlier post that I'm back in the third grade - as a volunteer. I don't want to say much about that, because the privacy of the kids is a paramount concern. I do want to say that working with these kids is pure joy. And given the education cuts in the State budget, the kids and their teachers need all the help they can get.
I'd call out to any retired teachers to volunteer. But also to people who weren't teachers, but also just people who are good with kids. I contacted the school first and they told me to fill out a volunteer form on the Anchorage School District website. Figure out what skills you have to offer. Just being a caring person. who's willing to follow the lead of the classroom teacher, is all you need. Sometimes I'm walking around and just watching kids doing their work and helping out if they have trouble. Sometimes I've been given a group of kids and listen as they read from their reading lesson book. Sometimes I spend more time with one kid who needs extra attention. You can work out how much time to spend - from an hour a week on up - with your local school.
I imagine that there are people who would cause the teacher more grief than having no one helping. But most people can do this. I guess my superpower here is that I remember being a kid - especially things I got in trouble for, or would have if I'd been caught. I remember what I was thinking. Like during nap time in pre-school when I couldn't sleep. There was a finger-sized hole in the paint on the wall next to my cot. This was thick greenish (in my memory anyway) that bulged a bit from the wall. By the time nap time was over, the hole was much, much bigger and Aunty Helen (the pre-school owner) was not happy with me. But it wasn't malicious. It was just curiosity. So when kids are curious, I'm much more understanding than Aunty Helen was. (Actually, she and I were generally good friends.)
So while I don't want to say too much specific, I can show you this picture of one kid's pencil. While I'd like to say it's a sign of thrift, I think it's more about the kids' general fascination with pencil sharpeners, both manual and electric.
Today I got to 905 kilometers on my bike for the summer. That's 562 miles, which is why I'm sticking with kilometers. 900 sound so much better than 562. To get some perspective:
The 900 km point was about here:
That's 900 k in four months. Put that way it doesn't seem all that much. 225 k per month. It just means getting on that bike regularly. And once I'm out and on the trails it's great. Last year by July 26 I was at 749 k. But things started slower because trails had snow and ice longer in April.
It's Thursday. The Refugee Assistance and Immigration Service of the Catholic Social Services in Anchorage has a farm - Grow North Farm - where I subscribe for weekly veggie pickups over the summer. It's about 7.4 km or or a bit over 9 miles round trip. I can do much of it on wooded bike paths. But eventually I get to a quiet residential street in Airport Heights.
My first hint was a police car a block to the east. But then as I headed down the street there were more police cars. Lots of them. My first reaction was a bad crash, but I'm on a bike and I can go around on the sidewalk if necessary. But then I got within about 20 feet of the cars and police behind them, yelling at someone I couldn't see. But I could see that at least one officer had a gun pointed over the car. As regular readers of this blog probably know, guns are not a fascination of mine. But one of the benefits of blogging is that I learn new things. Here's an image of shotguns I got when I googled 'police guns'. What I saw most resembled one of the circled guns, probably the bottom one, because he was holding it and I saw that box magazine as well. (Based on the pictures and interactive description from here.) Of course, I'm just guessing from my brief look and googling now.The moose are out this week. Tuesday, walking toward Goose Lake we ran into a cow and calf. Two bikers and a runner had already alerted us, as they were looking for alternate routes. We got close enough to see them through the trees and walked back.
Thursday, biking to up Campbell Airstrip Road, I passed a young bull with a nice growing rack. It was the part of the trail that separates from the road. Where I'd been warned by a driver a couple of years ago that they'd seen a bear on the trail. So when I get to this part, I ring my bell a bunch to no one is surprised I'm there. And down below the trail was the moose. On the way back, I looked for him down below and there was nothing there. Then there he was right next to the trail. Turned back and took the road down. Where I was able to get this picture. You can see he's almost on the bike trail.Then I stopped in the Botanical Garden. They have a great plant sale. Well, they sell plants all summer. There's a good selection of interesting plants - local and not - that do well in Anchorage. The plant sale is right at the front so I think you can buy plants without paying admission. But the whole garden is worth some exploration. And things change in there every week as different flowers start to show.
They grow in the shade and my yard has lots of shade so I bought one about three years ago. Bugs have been eating at it each year before it gets real big. But this year it's looking better.
Friday I had a couple of stops to make downtown. First I dropped in at the Alaska Innocence Project. They help prisoners who claim they were wrongly convicted and have evidence to back their cases. They helped get the Fairbanks Four freed several years ago.
I took an Óle course several years ago, taught by Bill Oberly the (now retired) director and was highly impressed with their work.
Prisoners don't get a lot of sympathy from the public, and innocent people behind bars is one of the biggest injustices in our society. Since
Since it was a beautiful day we met in their conference room on the roof.
That's Francisco on the left and Jory on the right. Here's a short video - under 2 minutes - that I recommend. It talks about why people are wrongly convicted and how many there are.On the way to their office I found the new protected downtown bike lane. I'd read about it in the Anchorage Daily News, but forgot about it until I came across it. What an improvement. No dodging pedestrians on the sidewalk or cars in the street. I could relax and just ride. But there's not much of it - less than 1/2 mile I'd guess. And then to get to the office I had to go back to the streets. It even has its own street light with red and green bikes.