Monday, January 12, 2009

Safe and Sound in Chiang Mai

They still serve food on international flights and they gave us lots of choices when we got our tickets. So we took Hindu vegetarian. It sure tasted a lot like chicken. I know they can make vegie foods that seem like meat, but I think this was the real thing.






Since we were so late, we got to see the sunrise over the Pacific.









It looks just like being in an airplane. I took two seats in the back because that far back there were just two seats, not a third. But it meant there was a space between me and the window. The space was nice, but I couldn't lean on the window to sleep. But with a little bit of muscle relaxant, I slept a lot on the plane. It was also 5:45 am when we finally left three hours late.



We were on the ground in Taipei for at most 40 minutes. 20 of that was waiting to get off the plane from Anchorage, and another 15 until the plane to Chiang Mai took off. That leaves about five minutes to ask about the Chiang Mai flight as we got off the plane, be greeted as though we won the lottery, and pointed to a lady with a Chiang Mai sign who quickly led us and four others to the Chiang Mai flight. Someone had to move for us. They'd already closed the doors and people thought the empty seats were available. Thanks China Air for making sure we got our connection. That probably saved us four or five more hours.

I’d already assumed that we were going to be rerouted through Bangkok because we were almost three hours late - arriving at 8:30 am Taipei time - and our flight was leaving at 8:35am. Given that we were in the back of a crowded airbus, I knew it would take forever just to get off the plane.

But they knew we were due and the plane waited for us. I didn’t even have time to email Grib to say we’d made the flight. I'd emailed from Anchorage that she shouldn't come til she hears from us because we were probably going to miss our flight.






Mrs. Lee was sitting next to me. We did a lot of hand stuff, but she didn't speak English, Thai, or Chinese. In the end she asked me to fill in her immigration form. She had a Chinese passport and she was born in Thailand. I really wish I could have spoken to her in a language she understood. I did get to show her pictures of Alaska on my computer.



Well, after emailing Grib to not come to the airport, no one was there. We decided it would be faster to just catch a song thaew since we knew that Bon had made arrangements for us to stay where we'd stayed last year.












We stopped at the airport post office and mailed the package we'd taken for the Thai AFS student. That was easy and we had one less piece of luggage to haul around.



Here, we're in a bit of traffic in the back of the SongThaew (Two rows - a pickup with two benches in the back.)

We got a room right next to our old one on the fourth floor. It's not as big, but otherwise identical, except we have a west facing view instead of north. Still lots of trees and we can hear the birds, and the fourth floor means I've gotten more exercise today trying to get the internet connection just right than I've gotten in a couple of weeks.

Nolan's Going to Australia

Nolan saw me Mac-ing - he couldn't get his Mac to connect to the wifi here. He ended up dropping his stuff here and we started talking. He's headed to music school outside of Sydney.

Extinction is Forever - We Made it to the Airport

It was pretty drama free. We're at the airport. We have one extra piece of luggage. We'd met a Thai AFS student last week and so we're taking back an apple box full of gifts for her family and friends in Khonkaen.
Our China Air flight comes from New York. It left an hour late, lost more time in flight. Not exactly sure when it's due, but our departure is 75 minutes late. I'd checked and knew it was going to be late, but they close the check-in counter at 2am, so we couldn't just hang out at home. At least by the time we came there was no line at all. We originally had two hours to get our connection to Chiang Mai in Taipei.

So now I have all this time to read and do other great things, except it's 2:00am and I'd rather be sleeping. But I have a nice quiet spot with a plug. J is doing her walking. We did pass the display cabinet with some of the prohibited items that were intercepted here.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Full Moon

OK, so there is a light in the alley in the back.
But the shadow of the tree on the deck are from the full moon.

Under 30 at Out North

We went to Out North Friday night for the Under 30 performances. These are short pieces by local folks that are under 30 minutes. While some of the people of the years, maybe most, have been actors or at least people who are involved in the arts more than the average person, there are also performances done by 'normal' people. This year there were three very different pieces. Here's the description from the website:

Julius Rockwell’s
“The Sexual Behavior of the Male Red Salmon”

This nonagenarian blends science, humor, and anthropomorphism in a story that demonstrates how the mating rituals of salmon are surprisingly similar, and just as complicated, as those of humans.

Corinna Delgado’s
“Cell Therapy”

is the true prosaic story of one woman’s journey through incarceration to poetic justice.

Joan Cullinane’s
“Dive In”
is an invitation to the audience to get off their beach towels and jump in the water, even if it is mid-winter in Alaska. Joan the water witch says forget the role of the voyeur, no one really needs directors, writers and actors to play!




Imagine a ninety-year old man telling you his story about studying how salmon spawn, out in the Alaskan wilderness 50 years ago. It was interesting, informative, funny, and amazing. We learned about the different kinds of male salmon - the ones that stick loyally to their partners, the loners who dart in just when the female is about to spawn, the ones that just fight, etc. Among other things.


Corinna soft-rapped her story of incarceration and getting out. Watching her messed with my images of 'the prisoner.' A powerful performance revealing both toughness and fragility. And the battle continues. Although she is participating in prison poetry projects now, she's still having to deal with being an ex-con when looking for jobs.



Then, after intermission, Culinnane. I confess, I think she's spectacularly disarming. I could watch her wait tables or sit and read and be totally entranced. We'd seen her in a previous Under 30 and she had the same effect. I think it's the total authenticity in her performance. There's no mask. It's just her. Naked. Figuratively, and almost literally in this piece. Not only is she authentic, but she's knows stuff. She understands how people relate to each other. She's one of those people who watches other people and figures it out. And I liked that she was performing an anti-performance piece. She engaged the audience by telling us things about ourselves we don't usually admit out loud and got us into the performance. She was talking to us and even if we weren't all talking back aloud, we were all engaged. And some of us ended up down on the stage - actually a fair number. As I'm writing this, I'm still scratching my head at all the things she squeezed into 30 minutes, though I suspect it went over. The last part involved everyone deciding, in groups, where to donate $50 she was contributing. One rep of each of the five groups went down to the stage, told us what our group decision was and then they were told to mill around. One organization had to be chosen. She checked on whether they'd grouped up. Not really. Then she said, "Well, if you can't come up with something, then I'll just take my money home." Within a minute they'd all coalesced behind one charity. She was just showing us that there were other ways to make decisions. The whole piece was amazing, though I think 90% of it belongs to her ability to speak directly from her heart, no bs. Oh yes, the word 'play' came up a lot. As in playful.

Note: My pictures were taken before and after the performances, but I did sneak the one in when the audience was on stage, but with no flash.

There's one more performance Sunday afternoon at 4pm.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Trip List Makes Traveling a Little Easier

We leave for almost three months in less than 48 hours.

One thing I've found that makes traveling easier is a Trip List template I keep on my computer.

Trip List
  • I open the file.
  • Make necessary changes, additions
  • Print it off
  • Check off things as I pack them

So, the clothes are pretty much the same for every trip, the amount varies depending on how long I'm gone. Though I believe in doing laundry in the sink rather than taking lots and lots of stuff.

Sections like reading, work, munchies all will vary from trip to trip.

I may not need everything, but at least I have a list and won't forget something basic.

Generally I don't take more than I can carry on with me on the plane. For this trip though - we're gone almost months in the same place - I think we'll take one or two bigger suitcases. This also allows us to take gifts that wouldn't fit into carry-on.

Now, gotta run and get all this stuff together as well as clean up the house for the house sitters.

Better Insults

Dick Cavett writes in a New York Times opinion piece:

There are two kinds of insult. “I was bored by your book” is one kind. “Your book? Once I put it down, I couldn’t pick it up,” is the other.
Unfortunately, too many comments on blogs are of a third variety, "Your book *&%%!!(sucks!" So my challenge to bloggers and commenters is this: If you must insult someone, do it with panache. When you've written your angry response, stop. Delete it. Then attempt to rewrite it like the second one above about the book.

The longer it takes the recipient to realize that he was insulted, the better the insult.

Note: The NY Times online is free. If you can't get the link, you may have to register.

Friday, January 09, 2009

What Does Daylight Mean?


Here's 9:05 am this morning. Only two and a half weeks after the solstice and it's light at 9 am in Anchorage.

The Anchorage Daily News has a Daylight feature in the weather section. But that focuses on sunrise to sunset. But we have long, long twilights this far north, so we really have more 'daylight' than the sunrise to sunset time suggests. In the picture above, it is still an hour before the sunrise, yet the sky is no longer dark. And the same is true on the other end of the day. When it is cloudy, we have much less 'daylight' of course.

Anyway, yesterday we gained 3 minutes and 25 seconds of official daylight. By March we'll be galloping along, gaining almost 6 minutes a day. You can really feel the change in the light here, even though it was -10˚F when I took this picture this morning, we know spring is on the way. You can see the temperatures are way below normal - which is between the blue and yellow lines in the middle chart.

And for J and me, spring will be Monday afternoon (Anchorage time) when we get off the plane in Chiang Mai.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

MacHaus Rocks - eBatt Sucks




The MacHaus had the parts today. I dropped the computer off at about 1 and about 3 they called to say it was ready. We were meeting folks for dinner near there so did some errands on the way to dinner and got the computer. So now I have a new clean computer keyboard, the crack is gone, and presumably the keyboard won't be locking randomly any more.





On the other hand, eBatt, where I ordered a back up battery for my camera isn't nearly as responsive. I ordered Saturday. Here's what they had advertised:




Free shipping for a $12.95 battery. The comments on eBatt were all glowing. But then I got to the checkout page. There is no free delivery. My choices are Overnight for $40 or Two day for $23.95. I'm not happy, but I've waited too long to do this and I'll just pay for the Two day and not worry about this getting here before I leave. I'll call on Monday to see if they can send it priority mail. And I emailed them about my time constraints and what happened to my free shipping. No weekend phone option.



OK, shipping date is Jan 5. With two day delivery no problem.

I call Monday and he says, "No free shipping to Alaska or Hawaii." We go round and round - it does say it in small print way on the top of the page, but on my screen when I was ordering, that part of the page didn't show. I tell him we are part of the US. I tell him that a camera battery would cost $4.80 Priority Mail through the US Post Office. In fact, here are the rates I get for shipping 3 oz from LA (they're on the West Coast somewhere) to Anchorage on a Monday (had to use next Monday on their calculator):



"We don't do that."

"Why not?"

"We just don't. You want to cancel?"

I'm pissed but I tell him to send it right away. And then I get an email saying the same thing.

It's now January 8. Nothing has arrived. I look at my order. It says,



So now the estimated shipping date is Jan 7. If it really went out then, it should come tomorrow. But if they shipped it yesterday, why is that still the estimated shipping date? FedEx doesn't deliver on Saturdays or Sundays. If it doesn't come tomorrow, I won't get it before we leave. US Postal Service does deliver weekends. But eBatt wouldn't use the Post Office.

At this point I'm ready to cancel and just try to buy one in Thailand.

But the MacHaus was great.

[UPDATE 12:16am: I just checked the status so I could get the order number so I could email them my concern, and now the estimated shipping date is January 9. Why am I paying for two day shipping when it is now four days after the original shipping date and they haven't even sent it yet?

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Early Women in the FBI - Some Notes

This post is made up of left over notes from another post on an FBI document. I'm posting this here in case someone else is looking for stuff on early women in the FBI. They can save a little bit of time.

I was trying to find out when the FBI first took women special agents. It turns out there were at least four, sort of, in the old days. The first one, best as I can tell, was Emma Jentzer:

  • (1910s)Emma Jentzer is first woman to serve or a special agent in the Bureau of Investigations (later known as the F.B.I.) From a NOAA Female Firsts Chart
Then I found this scrap of court records. It showed up googling Emma Jentzer, but it doesn't really say what it is. (I found it googling "Emma Jentzer")

Court Document Scrap Harry J. Jentzer, an agent and employe of the United
States, to wit, Special Agent of the Bureau of investigation of the De-
partment of Justice of the United States, and to Emma R. Jentzer, an
agent and employe of the United States, to wit, Special Employé of the
Bureau of lnvestigation of the Department of Justice of the United States,
each of whom was then and there duly engaged, for and on behalf of the
United States, in investigating the said Hermann Wessels,

There's more, but not much useful. What's interesting here is that we find out there is a Harry Jentzer who is also an FBI Agent. And Emma is referred to here as "an agent and employe of the United States, to wit, Special Employé..." So, at that time (around 1918) Emma was considered a Special Employé, not a Special Agent. But Harry Jentzer was a Special Agent. I'm guessing he was her husband. You can see the whole document if you use the link above. It had to do with an illegal immigration investigation.

Then there is one other reference, a footnote in a doctoral dissertation on FBI anti-communist activities called "Red Scare " by Regin Schmidt.

“The Bureau’s main file on the two anarchists was opened in 1916, when the Bureau of Immigration in San Francisco requested an investigation of Berkman’s anarchist journal the Blast, But the ensuing inquiry revealed nothing “of a character tending to incite arson, murder, or assassination.”40 Following the entry of the United States into the war, Goldman and Berkman embarked on a crusade against conscription and they were immediately put under intense surveillance by the Bureau. Agents took notes of Goldman’s speeches, their journals and pamphlets were carefully scruitinized, their “No Conscription League” was infiltrated and all males liable for military service who attended their public meetings were approached by the Bureau and asked to show their draft cards.41

41. The reports are numerous, see for example, reports, Emma Jentzer, May 26, 1917; [plus six more by other people]
The FBI's own site gives us a little information from their Famous Faces Page. Well, this is the Answer page:

17. Alaska Davidson, who served as a Bureau special agent from 1922 to
1924. Davidson had two contemporaries in the 1920s - Lenore Houston and Jessie Duckstein - are a few of the women known to have served as agents before 1972.
So where is Jentzen? Not really a special agent? Only a special employé? There can't be that many 'known' to have served that they couldn't name them. The Philadelphia FBI website gives us a clue that things might not be that easy for women, at least in DC.

In November 1924, Lenore Houston, an employee in Philadelphia, became the first and only female special agent hired by Director Hoover. While serving in the Philadelphia office, Miss Houston received excellent performance ratings and was earning $3,100 a year by April 1927. She resigned in 1928, shortly after being transferred to the Washington Field Office. Philadelphia FBI Files





The FBI Rhodri Jeffreys-Jones gives us a little more insight:


I was trying to just wrap this up, but as I was looking for something on Jessie Duckstein, I found a whole account of the three early women agents. It's
by Lynn Vines and reprinted from "The Investigator." It also tells us why the doors opened in 1972. It wasn't just the death of J. Edgar Hoover:
The FBI is honored to be the host agency for the 1992 Interagency Committee's Conference for Women in Federal Law Enforcement. The year 1992 marks the 20th anniversary of legislation opening the door to women as federal law enforcement officers.
It goes on to describe what happened to the early women FBI agents when J. Edgar Hoover became director. I would note that another source did say that he cleaned house when he came in. So, a lot of people were let go. But the fact that no women were hired for the next 48 years suggests this might not have been just part of the general housecleaning.
When two women entered on duty on July 17, 1972, in New Agents' Training Class, the media repeatedly referred to them as the "first female FBI Agents." Although that term is technically correct, there were three female agents in the Bureau of Investigation in the 1920s. When J. Edgar Hoover took over the Bureau of Investigation in 1924 (later to be renamed the Federal Bureau of Investigation), there were two women special agents on duty. They resigned shortly thereafter, but another woman agent, appointed November 1924, served until 1928.

On August 11, 1921, Attorney General H. M. Daugherty appointed Mrs. Jessie B. Duckstein for temporary service as a stenographer/typist at Bureau of Investigation headquarters in Washington, DC. Her salary was set at $1,200 per annum payable from the appropriation for "Detection and Prosecution of Crimes." Her work was quite satisfactory, and in December of that year her salary was increased to $1,400 per annum.

By July 1923, she had become confidential secretary to Director William J. Burns. Her salary was raised to $2,200 per year in accordance with her job classification. On November 6, 1923, Special Assistant to the Attorney General Martin sent a memo to Burns requesting a discussion of Duckstein's desire to be an agent. Fourteen days later the Director ordered that Duckstein's designation be changed from stenographer to special agent. Her salary as an agent was to be $7 per day plus $4 per diem in lieu of subsistence and expenses when absent from her office. Letters from Director Burns and Attorney General Daugherty informed her of the promotion. She was instructed to report to the Department of Justice for the oath of office.

Mrs. Duckstein was 37 years old when she became an agent. She was a high school graduate. Her work at the Bureau, especially as secretary to the Director, was thought to be a tremendous asset for a field agent. She was sent to New York City on December 3 to begin training. The Special Agent in Charge had no doubt that she would "develop into one of the best operatives of any investigative bureau." It was suggested that "this agent be especially assigned to study and analyze anything and everything pertaining to the so-called white slave traffic."

After completing this training Mrs. Duckstein was assigned to the Washington Field Office. In May 1924 Special Agent E.R. Bohner sent a memo to Acting Director J.Edgar Hoover saying that it was not advisable to have a woman agent assigned to that office. On May 26, 1924, Hoover requested Duckstein's resignation with regard to a reduction of the force under the appropriation for "Detection and Prosecution of Crimes." Duckstein wrote a letter on May 27 resigning at the close of business on May 26. Her resignation was accepted by Attorney General Daugherty on May 31.

On October 11, 1922, Mrs. Alaska P. Davidson was appointed a special investigator of the Bureau of Investigation. Her starting salary was $7 per day plus $4 per day in lieu of subsistence when absent from her office. Salary, expenses, and per diem were paid from the appropriation for "Detection and Prosecution of Crimes." When she entered on duty, Mrs. Davidson was 54 years old. Her education consisted of three years in education consisted of three years in public school. Her work experience was not in the law enforcement field.

She took the required oath of office, then reported to New York City for training. The Special Agent in Charge remarked that "This lady is very refined and could not work on every investigation where a woman could be used." He advised that she be assigned only to open investigations of a class that would not be rough."

She was assigned to the Washington Field Office. There is no indication that her work was unsatisfactory. However, in May, 1924, Special Agent in Charge E.R. Bohner advised that there was "no particular work for a woman agent" in his office. On May 26, 1924, Acting Director J. Edgar Hoover requested Davidson's resignation because of a reduction in the work force. Her res- ignation, effective at the close of business June 10, 1924, was accepted by Attorney General Harlan Stone. [It goes on to talk about Lenore Houston.]

So there seems to have been a few people supporting women, but a lot who had no use for them in the agency. And then there was this snippet from the Historical Dictionary of Law Enforcement


Robin Ahrens, First Female Agent Killed while on duty
Alaska P. Davidson, First Female Special Agent
Lenore Houston, First Female Special Agent appointed by JEdgar Hoover
Burdena Pasenelli, First Female Special Agent in Charge
It turns out that when Special Agent Pasenelli was Agent in Charge, it was in Anchorage. I guess they thought that was remote enough she couldn't do any damage. From The FBI By Athan G. Theoharis, Tony G. Poveda

And, as an Alaskan, I do want to know how Alaska P. Davidson got her first name.


For more a more recent 'first' woman in the FBI, this Seattle Times (Tuesday, June 8, 1999) article talks about one who became an agent in 1973.

Female FBI Agent To Retire Soon

SEATTLE - One of the first women to be appointed an FBI agent plans to retire this summer.

Burdena Pasenelli, special agent in charge of the Seattle division of the FBI, plans to retire July 31 after 30 years in law enforcement.

Pasenelli, 54, joined the FBI in 1973 and was stationed in Sacramento, Calif., and Kenosha, Wis., before being promoted in 1984 to supervisory special agent at FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C.
I had found an obituary for Emma Jenzter while I was doing this earlier, but you had to pay to get access to it through the
NYTimes. But today I was thinking it was worth it and then realized I could probably get it through the University library. It fills in a few of the questions I had.

It turns out that Harry was her husband. It also says in the obituary that he was the first federal agent. (Well, obituaries are written by the family, so we have to take that with a grain of salt.) You can read the rest for yourselves.


The Ellis Island job makes sense since she was doing work involving illegal immigration.

OK, so that's what I have on this topic.