Archive for September, 2010

That was fast.

Posted in ANHC, Art Projects, Bikes, My Brains, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on September 29, 2010 by A.

I have a fan in the opps. director at the clinic.

Ms. Ang

I was checking out your blog today and noticed you had been by the clinic and observed the slow response to our bike rack conversation.  I can certainly appreciate your feelings and have to agree with your friend who said “nothing happens fast at places like this”.  This past Monday I had that same conversation with the Maintenance supervisor.  To his credit, he was attending a conference related to the upkeep of our equipment here so it’s not his fault.  I reviewed the plans with him and told him to make this happen soon.  Specifically, the bench will be moved eastward and the bike rack will be placed in the “formless void”.  By the way, your artwork on the blog is amazing!

Well I know what my boss sounds like when I’m told to get it done ‘soon.’
My next appointment is with Dr. H on the 19th. We’ll see how soon is soon.

And thank you Mr. F for staying on task, visiting the blog, and liking the art work.

I got one of my brains back yesterday. The one I gave away for a fundraising art auction. They had too much stuff and mine didn’t make it. So I asked for it back.

I remember writing about it months ago stating that I had obsessed enough over it and it was done. Nope, got it home took it out of the frame and started in on the mistakes that I saw

Not happy with the frame I made for it ether. Dang day job. Back to the Box tomorrow.


Spore, Blood and Bike Racks

Posted in ANHC, Art Projects, Bikes, Culture, The Body with tags , , , , , , on September 28, 2010 by A.

Cool updated pics of Spore on site. Dig deep! I’m waiting for my PFD so I can do my bit. And if you look at the comments on ‘Sleep like the Dead’ you will see a message from Susan about Jackie.

Sleep like the Dead

Posted in The Body, The Earth with tags , , on September 24, 2010 by A.

Art Killers!

Posted in Culture with tags , , , on September 24, 2010 by A.

Conflict Resolution

Posted in ANHC, Bikes, Culture, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 16, 2010 by A.

Here is the reply to the letter I dropped off on Tuesday.

Ms. A
I hope you’re enjoying this fine Fall day and not struggling through the fog that seems to have enveloped the city today.  I wanted you to know that I met with some of our Facilities staff this morning and asked them to look at the covered area outside the entrance which you pointed out in your letter.  I would like them to provide a secure bike rack that is under the roof covering so that we can encourage more clients and staff to ride bikes to the ANHC.  I expect them to come back to me in the next few days with some plans that will facilitate this while adhering to the numerous fire codes and building codes we must abide by.  I share your frustration with the smoking ordinances and our ability to enforce them.  My hope is that when our new building is completed it will be a smoke-free campus.  I am very hopeful that the next time you visit the ANHC you will find a bike rack that is convenient, secure (to the best of our ability), and covered.
MR. F.

A bike rack under cover. I’d call that a win. But no mention about the behavior of V. Mmmmm. If I asked I’d bet I would get the “we do not discuss employee issues with members of the public.” That’s ok, we do the same thing at my work place. Nothing about the new clinic ether. If I want to see a better bike rack at the new building,  I’ll have to stay on their butt.

I shared this with one of my more level headed coworkers. Reminding me that two out of three, no smoking, and a better bike rack, isn’t bad. Thanks M&M.
I think I’ll call this done. Here’s to new and better bike parking. And seeing that bike rack sitting there, day after day, is going to burn V. longer than any forced apology. Good enough reminder to leave me alone.

Conflict II

Posted in ANHC, Bikes, Politics with tags , , , , on September 14, 2010 by A.

Here’s is the letter that I delivered today to the operations director of the clinic. I have already received a short very polite reply to the letter via email.

Dear Sir,
This is a difficult letter to write as I have been unfailingly treated with respect by all the staff at AMHC The exception to this is your employee V__n ___. I do not have his last name. He will be referred to as V. for the rest of this letter. Which you can consider as a formal complaint against him.

I have had at least three confrontation with V. over the issue of AHNC current placement of the bike rack. They go something like this.

V.    Please use the bike rack.
Me. I don’t trust your rack. Are you going to replace my bike if stolen?
V.    No, no I’m not.

A word here about my bike. My bike is my only source of
transportation in Anchorage. As I have never owned a auto
of any kind. Never believing in the one person, one car

But do not confuse bike with cheap. My bike is custom, built from the frame up by me. Were it available commercially it would retail for over $1500. I make an average of $20,000. a year. I will let you do the math as to what percentage of my yearly income this bike represents.

I’ve asked many of my biking coworkers if they would lock their bike next to an ally in Fairview. Answers go from the universal, “Not in any ally” to the common, “No” to the emotional “Hell NO!”

This latest confrontation became more heated when V. decided to get real close to me. Were V. to lay one hand on me I would charge him with assault. He well knows this because he seeks to intimidate with the size of his body and the volume of his voice.
Me.  “Bikes have been stolen from that rack,
It’s not safe.”
V.       “All those bikes were unlocked! I’ve tuned-
up doctors for tell’n people that!”

From the Urban
Tuned-up.  The act of receiving or delivering a
“no holds barred” beating by one individual or
several individuals.

Mr. F how long will this man’s disrespectful behavior continue? I will not be intimidated when V. tries to “tune up” me. I bilked away from this incredibly angry. And you should take into account that people leaving the clinic can be in a very raw emotional state. The news is not always good in that building.

The Hypocrisy of the physical setting.

You have the smallest No Smoking signs on earth. And people have been using the covered area as their smoking bay for years  And bikes have been locked to the railings for years. Each time I come to the clinic I see cigarette butts on the ground and bikes locked to the rail. Both edicts are obviously unenforceable.

Then you put in that ash tray masquerading as a trash can. The clinic may not be in violation of the letter of the no smoking regulations. here in Anchorage. But it sure violates the spirit of those regulations.

Mr F I encourage you to reclaim the front porch for a much healthier activity. Bikes.

Cut the bike rack you now have so that it fits under the overhang with two feet to spare. Get rid of the bench. (which also enables smoking) Place the rack right in the middle at a right angle two feet from the west wall. (see drawing on the last page) And at least eight feet from the north wall. This way the bikers can use both sides of the rack. And there is no room for smoking. Cut the bench in half also. Place them where you want.

And if you give me the same amount of wall space you gave those “Park bike….” signs I will paint a no smoking message that will be hard to ignore.

Mr F I hope this also shows you the necessity of a safe, covered, close to the front door bike rack at the new clinic. At the new building I will continue to lock up my bike where I feel that it is safe.

What I want from V. is a written apology, for both me and those on the medical staff that he bullied.

Thank you for your time. I hope that this matter can be resolved soon.

PS. For the raw emotional story of what happen to me on 9/8/10 you can go to my blog.  This letter will be posted there at 6pm today.

I’m really hoping that this issue gets taken take of peacefully. Any thing else will make my blood pressure to go up. But I’m not giving in to this dude. Tribe at my back. I’m not afraid.


Posted in ANHC, Art Projects, Culture, Spenard with tags , , , on September 13, 2010 by A.

Well that letter of conflict and complaint  will be delivered tomorrow. I slept 12 hours last night. And woke up obscenely late. That hasn’t happened since the last time I got really drunk, at least as near as I can remember.

It was a long ass day at work. I was out of the Box and on the Floor. Inventory. I’m on the first shift so most of my day was spent waiting for us to close early so we could get to our real work. Dirty sweaty work. I counted the fucking flashlight bulbs 5 times before I got it right.

When I got home, I had a cup of tea, then starting painting. Because I’m obsessed that way. 50 year old skull pressing on my mind.


Watch the Kickstart video of Sheila’s “Spore” project.

Most of you know Sheila. And somewhere out there, there is a person who can help in a generous way.

Sheila is one of the hardest working artists I know. Harder than me, she left the day job double life years ago.  That makes life harder in a big way.