We need your help pulling weeds on the Water Street Commons this Sunday

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It’s been about a month since we called people together to help lay the trails around the Water Street Commons, and we figure it’s time meet again, for another few hours of work. This time, our primary objective will be to remove unwanted plant species… Specifically, we’re hoping remove all traces of spotted knapweed, which seems to be the most pernicious of the invasives that we’re dealing with on the site. (Knapweed not only spreads quickly, but, through the secretion of toxic chemicals, it also kills surrounding plants competing for the same resources.)

And, yes, we know that it’s supposed to rain all day today, and into tomorrow, but, given how much easier it is to pull knapweed when the soil is wet, we thought that we’d take our chances. Clearly, if it’s pouring rain, or if there’s lightening, we won’t be coming out… But, if it’s just drizzling, you’ll find at least a few of us out there, yanking and digging the nasty, purple-flowered plants out of the ground.

So, if you have time, we’d love to have you stop by and join us. We’ll be meeting at the intersection of Michigan Avenue and River Street tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM. Bring a pair of gloves, if you’ve got delicate hands, and a pick, or a shovel, if you’ve got one. (It’s sometimes necessary to dig out the more mature knapweed.) We’ll have water and snacks, but, if you’d like to bring something to share, that would be cool too, although not necessary.

And, if you don’t feel like helping us to eradicate knapweed, I’m sure we can find something else for you to do… like putting mulch down around some of our more established plants, moving rocks, picking up trash, etc… There’s always stuff that needs doing on the Commons.

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Working way too hard on a post about Fort Pulaski that no one will care about

As I mentioned a few days ago, in my “9 Lessons Learned in Savannah” post, I spent some time earlier this month exploring the barrier islands off the coast of Georgia… chasing dolphins, swatting mosquitos, and soaking up gin and history. In that post, as I recall, I noted that I visited Fort Pulaski – the historic setting of the celebrated 2012 documentary Abe Lincoln vs. Zombies. Well, for some reason that I can’t quite explain, I feel compelled today to go into greater depth on the actual, real history of the Fort, knowing full well that none of you will likely give a damn.

The Construction of Fort Pulaski

FortPulaski4The Fort, from what my daughter and I were told on the tour, was one of 30 built along the east coast of the United States in the wake of the War of 1812, during which the British had managed to make their way into D.C., and burn down the White House, and a number of other buildings. In response, President James Madison ordered that we strengthen our coastal defenses, in order to ensure that no one again be able to make their way inland from the sea. A newly graduated West Point officer by the name of Robert E. Lee was given the task of selecting the location for the Fort at the mouth of the Savannah River, and a Frenchman, whose name I can’t remember… a hero of the American Revolution, I believe… was tasked with designing and building the Fort. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to see the task all the way through to completion, though, as the construction of Fort Pulaski, after several years of planning, took another 18 years to build. (Construction started in 1830, and was completed in 1845.)

Built on Georgia’s Cockspur Island with approximately 25 million bricks, the Fort, with its 11-foot thick walls, was an incredible accomplishment of modern engineering. It was thought to be invincible. The U.S. Chief of Engineers, General Joseph Gilbert Totten, is quoted as saying of the Fort, “You might as well bombard the Rocky Mountains.” Alligator-infested waters surrounded the Fort, no ship could safely approach it, and Tybee Island, the closest land on which one could mount a cannon, was well over a mile away. General Robert E. Lee famously said of the Fort, upon its completion, “They will make it pretty warm for you here with shells, but they cannot breach your walls at that distance.” Short of cutting the Fort’s supply lines, and starving the garrison into submission, it would seem that the Fort could withstand anything.

A Renewed Mission

Pulaski1As luck would have it, the shells from British warships never came, and the Fort sat for the next 15 years, untested in battle. Perhaps because of our significant investment in building these coastal forts, no one had tried to assault us from the Atlantic. And, by the time we began fighting the Mexican-American War in 1846, our attention had drifted almost completely away from the Savannah Fort named after Polish nobleman Kazimierz Pulaski. (Pulaski died in 1779 from wounds sustained in an attempt to retake Savannah from the British during the Revolutionary War.) By the time that South Carolina seceded from the union, in 1861, there were only two people manning the fort… one to maintain the artillery, and a custodian charged with keeping up the structure. The unconquerable Fort was essentially in mothballs.

But things took yet another turn as Georgia prepared to follow the lead South Carolina and secede. The Governor of Georgia, Joseph E. Brown, having witnessed the Union blockade of South Carolina’s ports, decided that, prior to seceding, he needed to secure Fort Pulaski, and control access to the port of Savannah, which, if memory serves, is about 16 miles upriver. So, the Georgia militia was given the word to take the Fort, which they did. After a rousing rally in downtown Savannah, 150 men made their way to the Fort, and took possession.

The next several weeks were spent readying the Fort for the battle which they knew lay ahead, practicing with the cannons, and digging a web of deep trenches through the parade grounds sitting at the center of the Fort, in hopes that they might catch and contain the cannon balls which, they knew, would soon be raining down from Union ships. (As I understand it, the primary damage caused by cannon balls happens after they hit the ground, and start rolling and bouncing through both walls and men, ripping off arms, legs and heads.) So, they sat and waited, secure in the knowledge that their fort was impenetrable.

Weapons and Tactics were Changing

Pulaski2The Fort may well have been impenetrable a few years earlier, but weaponry and tactics were changing. Most significantly, research in cannon technology was underway that would yield incredible improvements with regard to effectiveness. Whereas older cannons forced round led balls out of smooth barrels, lobbing them about a mile or so, new cannons were being tested which shot bullet-like projectiles, out of barrels lined with corkscrew-like grooves, sending their missiles spiraling, like footballs, toward their targets. The projectiles issued from these “rifled” guns traveled up to three times further, and with much greater accuracy than their predecessors. And, unfortunately for Colonel Charles H. Olmstead and the Confederate soldiers stationed Fort Pulaski, one of the few people who knew that such weapons existed was the young officer just out of West Point by the name of Quincy A. Gillmore, who had been given the task of taking Fort Pulaski. (Gillmore had been involved with a testing of these new rifled guns while at West Point.) He requested that he be given these new cannons for the job, and, according to what we were told, as we walked the grounds of the fort, his request was granted. Ten of the new cannons were sent to him, along with a warning that he’d be held responsible, should this gambit not work. (Gillmore, as it turns out, was right about the new cannons, and his victory against Olmstead at Fort Pulaski earned him a promotion from Engineer Captain to Brigadier General.)

So, by cover of night, union soldiers moved their cannons into position on Tybee Island. And, on April 10, 1862, after Olmstead failed to surrender, the shells started flying. And, as they were being shot from fixed locations, and not from the decks of swaying ships, they landed with unbelievable accuracy. Gillmore’s cannons, once calibrated, just kept hammering away at the exact same exact spot. As they didn’t have to worry about rising tides, and shifting winds, they could just relentlessly fire away at at a specific point on the fort’s wall. And, in this case, that was the outer wall directly across from the Fort’s powder magazine, where some 40,000 pounds of explosives were housed. The assault lasted for 30 hours, by which time a hole had been torn in the side of the fort, leaving the garrison’s powder magazine completely exposed to incoming rounds. Faced with the prospect of seeing the entire Fort blow up, killing all of his men, Olmstead ordered that the white flag of surrender be raised. (Surprisingly, only three men died during the battle.)

In the Hands of the Union

fort-pulaski-map-snedonUnion forces took possession of the Fort, and subsequently stopped all shipping in and out of Savannah, crippling the Confederate war effort. The Fort would come to serve as the last stop on the underground railroad (slaves were immediately freed upon reaching Cockspur Island), and, in time, the city of Savannah would broker a deal to surrender, in order to avoid the fate of Atlanta, which had been burned by Union troops.

And, here’s something that I wasn’t aware of. It would appear that, before Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing Southern slaves, someone else… an ambitious Union general by the name of David Hunter had done the same thing. And he did it from his command at Fort Pulaski. On May 9, 1862, Hunter, a devout abolitionist, issued General Order No. 11, proclaiming “Slavery and martial law in a free country are altogether incompatible; the persons in these three States — Georgia, Florida, and South Carolina— heretofore held as slaves, are therefore declared forever free.” Lincoln immediately rescinded the order, but, as we know from grade school history, eventually issued his own order – the Emancipation Proclamation – in September 1962. (Hunter also began enlisting black soldiers from the occupied districts to fight against the Confederates. The first such unit was the 1st South Carolina (African Descent). Although he was initially ordered to disband the unit, Hunter eventually got Congressional approval for this initiative.)

What it Means

pulaski5Here’s the message that I walked away from Fort Pulaski with… Every time America is attacked, our first instinct is to erect barriers against the same thing happening again. In the case of the British attack on Washington in 1814, that meant building million-dollar forts along the eastern seaboard. And, in our case, that meant outlawing pocket knives on planes, fortifying cockpits, and intercepting every possible communication made by living persons on the planet earth. Here’s the thing, though. It doesn’t work. Technology changes, tactics evolve, and our enemies never stop adapting. There is no such thing as an invincible defense. There never has been, and there never will be. With that said, I don’t think that we should just lay down and give up. I think it’s necessary to take reasonable precautions. I just think it’s stupid to fool ourselves into thinking that, if we just build another wall, or create another multi-billion dollar NSA datacenter, that we’ll be safe. And, in fact, that illusion of security may actually be our undoing.

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More 2013 Shadow Art Fair highlights

OK, now that a few days have passed, a little more evidence of what transpired at Saturday’s Shadow Art Fair is beginning to surface. And I have three things that I’d like to share with you. The first is audio from Andy Claydon’s Black Metal Bicycle. The second is video of a giant cat that attempted to make its way into the beer garden before being chased away by screaming children intent upon pushing its poop back into its butt. And, the third is video of a band called The Lovelies.

AUDIO OF THE HEAVY METAL BICYCLE IN ACTION:

VIDEO OF THE POOPING CAT:

THE LOVELIES:

A big “thank you” to Andy Claydon for harnessing and amplifying the forces of darkness, to our friends at Spontaneous Art for bringing out Lucky the cat, and to the young men of The Lovelies, as well as everyone else who contributed toward making the event so damned memorable.

If you have audio, video or still photos, and feel like sharing what you’ve got, please leave a link, or send me an email. I’m especially interested in documentation that exists of what happened outside, while I was trapped behind the Closure Corner’s velvet rope, helping people come to terms with the end of the Shadow Art Fair. Anything at all that you might have would be appreciated.

[Those interested in seeing more of what happened at Saturday’s Shadow can find my photographs here. And, there’s not much on it from this last Shadow yet, but there’s also a a Flickr pool.]

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9 Lessons learned in Savannah

savannah1I spent the week before last in Savannah, GA, visiting my parents. Here are a few of the things that I learned while there.

1. PAULA DEEN LOOKS TERRIBLE… Before leaving Michigan for Georgia, I gave some thought to what, if anything, I’d do if I were to find myself within shouting distance of Paula Deen while visiting Savannah. I thought it unlikely, but, as her son lives a mile or so from my parents, and as her brother’s restaurant is right down the street, I figured there was at least a chance. As it turns out, I didn’t get the opportunity to either ask her how, in good conscience, she could encourage people to eat unhealthily and then make a fortune selling them medication to manage their subsequent diabetes, or engage her in a substantive conversation about the perils of racism, but, as we sat on the runway in Detroit, waiting for our plane to take off, I got a text from my mom. “Getting a pedicure with Paula Deen,” she said. Which brings us to the first of the interesting things that I learned while on my trip. Paula Deen, according to my mother, looks terrible, and, what’s more, she gets her pedicures, not at a fancy spa, like you might expect, but at a place called Pro Nail, just around the corner from the Oatland Island Wal-Mart. Apparently Paula was there with her sister-in-law, and all the ladies who found themselves soaking their nasty old feet alongside them, tried to cheer Deen up by telling her that God would see her through this most recent turn of events, or some such nonsense. She responded by hugging all of them, and saying something along the lines of, “I’m bent, but I’m not broken.” Oh, and she didn’t use the n-word. I made sure to ask my mom. And I have no idea what her nails were like. My mom wouldn’t tell me. I tried to get my mom to say she had toenails like a sloth, but she wouldn’t.

savannah22. IT’S NOT GEORGIA’S FAULT THAT THERE WAS SLAVERY… I learned this as I pushed Arlo in his stroller along Savannah’s downtown waterfront. I can’t remember the exact language, but there was a sign, right next to the dock from which the mini-riverboats leave, which said something like, “Georgians fought hard to remain a free state, but eventually gave in, unwillingly, when it became apparent that they wouldn’t be able to compete against South Carolina without slave labor.” I don’t doubt that it’s true that land owners wanted slaves in order to compete against out-of-state competitors who were selling the same products at less expensive prices thanks to slave labor, but I just found it interesting that it’s presented as a reasonable explanation, as though the rape, murder, torture and imprisonment of human beings was somehow better on the Georgia side of the river because they knew better, and did it anyway… And I found it fascinating that everyone was so consistent in presenting the “It’s South Carolina’s fault” defense. Over the course of the week in Savannah, I heard this same thing repeated, almost verbatim, three times. It makes me wonder if there’s a coordinated rebranding effort afoot… It also, I think, sheds a little light on the character of those who today say that we need to lower our wages in order to compete with the Chinese. I have little doubt in my mind that, in a different time, they’d be demanding slaves, using the very same reasoning.

dolphin13. THERE IS NO EASIER WAY TO MAKE MONEY THAN BY RUNNING A DOLPHIN WATCHING CRUISE… Clementine turned nine years old while we were in Savannah, and her mother and I took her out for a day of dolphin watching, followed by a fancy meal of “southern sushi” and crispy scored flounder at the Savannah’s historic Pink House, sans annoying little brother. I don’t know that I’m ready, at this point in my life, to take on a new career, but, if I ever get the urge to pull up stakes and try something new, I’m thinking that running a dolphin cruise would be the way to go. Here, based upon what I observed, is essentially how the industry works. You line people up, you take their money, you put them on a boat, and, then, for about an hour, you circle shrimping boats, just waiting for the inevitable. Hungry dolphins surface, people snap photos, and, afterward, you pull the boat back into the dock, and steer people toward the seafood restaurant overlooking the water, which you likely also own. It’s seriously the easiest way to make money that I’ve ever seen. Of corse, I think that my conscience could get the better of me after a few years of following around hard-working shrimpers, who are busting their asses to earn a lot less money, while I just ride alongside them in relative comfort, delivering my speech about why it’s illegal to hunt and eat them. (By “them” I mean the dolphins, and not the shrimpers.) It’s such a weird parasitic little arrangement that they have. I can’t help but wonder what the men heaving the nets onto the decks of the shrimping boats must think, being followed all day by tourists snapping photos of them while they work. It’s one thing to have a backbreaking job. It’s another to be photographed constantly while doing it. But, the dolphins love to eat the fish and the other things that are thrown overboard by the shrimpers, and people love to watch dolphins, and there’s a perfect kind of harmony to it all. Also, I learned that little girls really love dolphins… a fact which I would exploit mercilessly in the marketing of Captain Mark’s “If You Don’t Do This You’ll Break Your Daughter’s Heart” Dolphin Cruise.

lincolnzombie4. IF YOU WANT TO MAKE A SHITTY MOVIE, SAVANNAH’S THE PLACE… Long gone are the day’s when quality films like The Great Santini, The Longest Yard and the original Cape Fear were shot in Savannah. While we were there, we heard mention of two films that had been recently shot in the city; Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies, and the Miley Cyrus vehicle, The Last Song. And, of course, Savannah is the setting for much of the epic exploration of gleeful American stupidity known as Forrest Gump… I can’t begin to tell you how depressing it is to be enjoying a beautiful moment in nature, surrounded by 150 year, moss-covered old live oaks, only to hear someone in a fanny pack clomping up behind you yelling, “Run, Forrest, Run,” or, worse yet, overhearing tween girls discussing where, on the grounds of a colonial plantation, Miley Ray Cyrus may have uttered a specific line. And, that goes double for hearing a tour guide refer to a historic fort as, “the place where Abraham Lincoln fought the zombies.”

thiswasocean5. THE TERAIN AROUND SAVANNAH TODAY IS NOWHERE NEAR WHAT IT WAS LIKE EVEN 100 YEARS AGO… One morning we drove out to Wormsloe plantation, the colonial estate of a Brit by the name of Noble Jones who paid his own way over to join Oglethorpe in the founding of Georgia. During the walking tour, when the guild pointed out the foundation of the tabby structure which was, at one time, Noble’s home, I asked why they wouldn’t have built it overlooking the point where the Savannah River opens into the Atlantic, instead of on the banks of an enormous saltwater marsh. “Well, before they started dredging out the river to accommodate larger ships, this used to actually be the ocean,” was the response that I got back. And we heard essentially the same thing a few days later while touring Fort Polaski, the historic setting of Lincoln’s battle against the zombies. The fort, at one point, was right on the water, but no longer is. I imagine this is the case almost everywhere that we’ve got inland waterways, but, for whatever reason, it’s never really dawned on me that some of these “natural” habitat areas we’re fighting so hard to preserve today are really just the result of massive dumping on the part of our ancestors.

6. BABY SEATS. THAT’S WHERE THEY GET YOU… Just because you get a great deal on a rental car, doesn’t mean you’re going to save any money. The car was $14 a day. The baby seat, as we discovered upon landing, was an additional $17 a day. I kept telling Linette that it was too good to be true, and there was no way that the baby seat would be included in the price, and I was right. I wish I wasn’t, but I was.

tabby17. I WANT TO BUILD STUFF FROM TABBY… When first coming to Georgia, the colonists didn’t have ready access to clay, which is the primary component of bricks, so they used a building material called tabby, which is a composed of lime, sand, water and crushed oyster shells. So, they’d find a Native American midden, or “shell heap,” and set about repurposing the discarded shells for construction. I’m not sure what I’d make from tabby, but I very much like the idea of creating something. Unfortunately, making lime from shells doesn’t seem like a very easy task.

bedbug28. THERE’S NOW LUGGAGE THAT KILLS BEDBUGS… According to SkyMall, there’s now luggage that heats up to 120 – 130°F and kills bedbugs… Good luck getting it on a plane without getting shot.

9. THERE ARE NO BOOKSTORES IN SAVANNAH… I don’t know that this is true, but Linette swears that it is.

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Goodbye from your friends at the Michigan Design Militia… We love you!

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Last night was kind of overwhelming, and I’m still processing it. I’d known, of course, that people loved the Shadow Art Fair, but I didn’t know just how deep it went until I set up a booth in the corner and started talking to people about what the event has meant to them over the years. It would seem that a lot of people hold a special place in their heart for this little gathering of weird, beautiful, visionary makers that we call the Shadow, and I can’t tell you haw gratifying that is to hear.

I can’t possibly recount all of the conversations that I had last night, but here are a few highlights… Two successful artists told me that they wouldn’t have the careers they have today without the Shadow Art Fair. Another person told me that he moved to Ypsi because of the feeling that he got from the Shadow. One of this year’s featured artists shared with me that, seven years ago, at the age of 17, he’d scaled the wall in the beer garden and snuck in, as he’d wanted to be a part of what was going on, and wasn’t old enough to make it past the folks checking IDs at the front door. Another artist told me that she met her husband at an early Shadow Art Fair. And I heard from countless people that they’d begun making things themselves after visiting the Shadow Art Fair, and becoming inspired, which is really the thing that makes me the happiest. I love the thought that kids who came through the Shadow with their parents seven years ago, are now making zines of their own. I love the fact that more people in our community are canning their own food, making their own clothes, starting their own businesses, and getting more engaged with their neighbors. And I’m super happy that many of our artists these past few years are people who, when they first attended a Shadow Art Fair, hadn’t even thought of themselves as being creative. I really do think that the change I’ve seen this past seven years is significant, and I’m glad, that, to some extent, we were able to serve as a catalyst of sorts.

It’s also worth noting that, as good as the Shadow has been for this community, it’s probably been better for those of us who founded it. Yes, it was a ton of work, but I think I speak for the rest of the Michigan Design Militia when I say that we got more out of it that we put in. It was through the Shadow that I met some of the best friends I have in this world, and it’s through the Shadow that I’ve had some of the biggest, most memorable laughs in my life. For that, I will always be grateful. And the Shadow really made me love Ypsilanti all the more. This is a truly incredible little community that we’ve made for ourselves, and I look forward to seeing what the next chapter holds.

On behalf of Melissa, Jennifer, Chris, Molly, Tim and myself – the members of the Michigan Design Militia (pictured above) who came back together for last night’s event – I’d like to thank you for your unflagging support over the years. It’s your enthusiasm that has kept us going. And we love knowing that, in some little way, we may have worked together to make our community a better place.

Long live Ypsi, and the ability to make shit for ourselves.

[My post on why last night’s was the final Shadow Art Fair can be found here.]

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