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Lest you think…

04 Monday Feb 2013

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Arn? Narn., Canada, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, New England, Newfoundland

In 1992, the Canadian government shut down the fishing industry in Newfoundland for 10 years in hopes that the fish would come back. When they revisited it in 2002, they found the fish stocks were in worse shape than at the outset of the moratorium. It is now in place permanently. And apparently, outside of Canada, no one took notice of this catastrophe. For the rest of the world, it looked pretty much like an example of “It couldn’t happen here.” Yeah, right.

If we didn’t know this before, we now know better than that. Here is an article from the National Post illustrating that the Newfoundland disaster was not an isolated incident. This will happen across our planet with increasing frequency, yet there doesn’t seem to be anyone terribly concerned with it.

Aquaculture while an amazing achievement is not the answer. Our naturally reproducing fish are in grave danger of disappearing and still we harvest them irresponsibly. There are a few countries starting to act with an eye to the future, but until the rest of those countries contributing to this dilemma own up to their own hand in this, nothing will change except for the greater decrease of this natural resource.

Write letters. Make phone calls. Protest even. It is our “Today” and our children’s “Tomorrows.”

Twenty years later, New England fishery collapse mirrors Newfoundland disaster

Kelly McParland | Jan 31, 2013 11:36 AM ET

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Twenty years after Ottawa imposed a moratorium on Newfoundland’s cod fishery, northeastern U.S. states are looking at similar cuts as fishery officials argue for steep new limits in an effort to stave off disaster.

“The game is over” reported the Boston Business Journal, noting that one official called it “a day of reckoning.”

The New England Fishery Management Council voted Wednesday night to cut the catch limit on Gulf of Maine cod by 77 percent – although most members reportedly agreed the move was tantamount to shutting down direct fishing for cod, which has sustained New England’s inshore fishing industry for centuries.

The Georges Bank cod catch is to be cut by 66 percent.

The Gloucester Times reports the cuts are so severe, at least one council member argued for a complete shutdown of the cod fishery, altogether. ““I don’t see myself leaving the dock next year, I’m not sure we’re going fishing (anymore),” said Councilor Joe Orlando of Gloucester, according to the Times. Another Gloucester fisherman, Paul Vitale, said the “docks and the stores” will be quiet.

The New York Times report was similarly grim:

“We are headed, slowly, seeming inexorably, to oblivion,” said John Bullard, the regional administrator of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration and a member of the council, as he explained his support for the catch limits. “I do not deny the costs that are going to be paid by fishermen, families, communities. They are real. They will hurt.”

The problem, he said, is not government inflexibility, as fishermen have suggested, but the lack of fish. “It’s midnight and getting darker when it comes to how many cod there are,” he said. “There isn’t enough cod for people to make a decent living.”

Fishermen were shocked by the decision, seeing it as the end of an industry that sustained their communities for centuries.

“Right now what we’ve got is a plan that guarantees the fishermen’s extinction,” one told the Times.

“I’m leaving here in a coffin,” said another.

The reaction mirrored the trauma that hit Canada’s east coast 20 years ago, when federal authorities declared a moratorium on cod, warning that years of overfishing had reduced stocks by up to 97%. Despite hopes that stocks might revive if left alone,  a decade later the federal fisheries minister announced the outright closure of the fishery in the Atlantic provinces and Quebec.

In New England, optimism is in short supply.

“We are headed down the wrong course here, of exterminating the inshore fleet, for no good reason,” David Goethel, a New Hampshire fisherman and council member, told the Associated Press.

“I’m bankrupt. That’s it,” said 40-year-old Gloucester fishermen Paul Vitale, a father of three. “I’m all done. The boat’s going up for sale.”

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Thoughts on lessons maybe learned.

31 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Commentary, Discovery, Observations

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Arn? Narn., Newfoundland

Arn? Narn. has been out now for nearly four months. It’s been a wonderful period with much to be thankful for. Sales have been good, reviews have been even better, the Newfoundlanders who have seen it seem to like it. It’s all good. I just wanted to take some space on this post to share a few random thoughts in no particular order about what I experienced and expected while doing it.

Red's Lounge 2 Alas, no longer – Red’s Lounge (unpublished from Arn? Narn.)

What we want will never be on our time table. It’ll happen when it happens. Nine years from conception to market would not have been my idea of a good time table. But, it did happen. There are always too many things out of my control.

Gratification can come from the most unexpected place or person and in a most surprising fashion. Always be open to new ideas and experiences.

No matter how good the work is, it can always be better. No matter how bad you think it might be, it is always much better than that. At some point, you will have to let go and launch it.

Do not ever lose sight of your goal. Others may not “get it”. That’s OK. Actually that’s fine. There’s a real satisfaction in proving otherwise.

Be single-minded in your determination to make it happen. Discouragement will happen, probably more than you would like. But be on the lookout for signs. Throughout the process there were several “bites” on the book only to have them back off at some point. I learned from those that the book did indeed have merit. All I needed was fortitude.

Your book is not perfect no matter how hard you worked on it. Your publisher/editor will have ideas that can improve it. Really.

Take immense satisfaction that you will have accomplished what only a small fraction of authors set out to do.

Share freely and openly what you’ve learned with other aspiring authors. Why not?

Be humble, gracious, and thankful.

Start work on your next book as soon as you can.

Write a blog as a journal of your journey. It is a great reference for you and others. It helps keep alive and move the project along until eventual publication. You can build some audience anticipation with it as well.

Keep researching your subject even after the book is done. You will be asked questions that you may not have thought of while writing the book. Stay current. See above photo of Red’s Lounge. I learned only two weeks ago it is no longer open. It was the only bar on the island of Ramea.

Realize that your creativity cannot be turned off or on at will. In those times where nothing seems to come easy, don’t despair. It’s only temporary. And when it does come back and it will, what are a few lost hours of sleep compared to what you’re doing and accomplishing?

And one last note: shortly after my book came out, an acquaintance greeted me with “Well, here’s the author!?” I replied, “Please. An author?” They asked “Are you happy with it?” I, wanting it to have been perfect and seeing faults that no one else could, responded, “No. I wish I could have done it better.” Their reply, “Then you really are an author!” I hate know-it-alls!

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No shortage of…

29 Saturday Dec 2012

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A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I’d be writing about some declining resources around us. Certain things will be harder to obtain and will now always be in short supply. But at this point I would rather focus on some other resources beyond the obvious.

As we wend our way through the obstacle course known as the holidays, it’s all too common to reflect back on the year just past. Were there heartbreaks? Of course. Were there joys? Oh, yes. And everything in between. Like in any other year past, there was no shortage of any of those in 2012. That is what some would call the texture of our lives. That’s accurate enough, but I think minimizes their import. The resources I’m thinking about right now come from what is I believe an inexhaustible source: the human spirit. With that in mind, here, in no particular order of importance, is what I hope for all of you – an unlimited amount of:

Laughter – may you laugh long and heartily every day; sunny days/rainy days – both are good for the soul; smiles – they cost nothing but are so powerful; hugs – for others and most importantly, you; kindness – no explanation needed other than don’t forget it; kisses – all types – give freely!; a warm hand on someone’s shoulder when they need it; understanding – it needn’t cost as much as we seem to “charge” for it; gentleness – this is where real strength resides; serenity; peace – both internally and externally; truth; and so on and so on.

Lest you think I left out the most important wish for you, no, I haven’t. I saved it ’til last; LOVE. From this, all the others will come. Be open, be tender, be gentle. Have a wonderful new year!

Bruce

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Water, water, everywhere…

20 Thursday Dec 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Commentary, Geography, Observations

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Oil, Water resources, Water right

That was to be the title of my next book. But researching that particular subject turned out to be an incredibly difficult task. Not that there wasn’t any information available. No, quite the contrary. There was too much. Thanks to a wonderful tool called Google Alerts, I was updated on water news daily. And there was a lot of it. Truth be told – there was too much for me to disseminate. Unlike water, there is no shortage of information about the future of water. Hell, if information was water, we’d all be drowning in the stuff. So unhappily, I put that subject back on the shelf for now. But that does not mean I’ve given up on learning about it. At the same time, I do not want to play the role of a Cassandra either, but this is a serious subject.

As I wrote in my last blog post, I was going to spend some time writing about our planet’s limited resources. And if you haven’t figured it out by now, this one is about water. Globally, we are reaching some tipping points in regards to many of our resources. For the past few decades, much has been written and said about oil and rightfully so. Unless the theory of abiotic oil is correct, and few believe this to be the case, then we are most likely running out of oil. There is no corresponding abiotic theory on water though. It has taken years for people to discover that water is becoming an increasingly more valuable commodity. It is only now that it is beginning to take center stage on the world as a limited resource.

The most obvious, visible impact on water’s availability is drought. Most people can identify with that even if they’ve never experienced it first hand. But beyond failing crops and people going without water, and these are not to be minimized, not much other thought has generally been given to water.

However in the coming years, we can expect to see water politicized as never before, both here and abroad. Water rights are becoming an election issue and a states rights issue. Wars will be fought over water much as they are now over oil. It will become a geopolitical tool used selfishly and perhaps maliciously. Who will become the Saudi Arabia of water? Where will the new speculators come from?… and you know they will be there. There are a lot of questions and not many answers yet.

As we should have learned during the first oil crisis in the early 1970′s, we could not continue to use that particular resource profligately, still we did. The same is equally true of water. Using water to keep golf courses green in the desert flies in the face of good stewardship. In New Mexico, a dusty, dirty car is the sign of someone monitoring their water use carefully. There are not many green lawns there nor should there be. They are coming to grips with it before most of us are because they have to.

There are of course numerous ways for the individual to do their part to help keep consumption down and it is necessary. I am not minimizing that at all either. But, we are facing a new time in history where once again, many may be at the mercy of those who control a resource that they, like so many others, need and are willing to fight for it. Such is the situation when a resource is limited or running out and others play games with it. And that is what the future regarding water will look like. Our politicians need to become aware of this and start preparing. After all, there is nothing wrong with a dusty car and a brown desert.

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We can’t continue to do this.

17 Monday Dec 2012

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For the next few weeks, I’ll be departing from my media campaign to talk about issues of resources. The book Arn? Narn. is certainly, I hope, a powerful statement about the wasting and mismanagement of one resource in particular. But an abasement of another valuable resource is being enacted in more places than I care to think about. And more often.

It has been forcefully driven home with the news about the unbelievably tragic and horrific Connecticut shootings. While I am reluctant to add my voice to the many calling for inquiries how this could have happened, or that we should control guns, or who is at fault, I do look at this as yet another total waste of our most valuable (if you will) resource: our young. For many years, the young have been fodder for our wars and folly. Oftentimes voluntarily; other times through conscription. We are not serious about youthful crime and violence. We are not serious about black on black crime. We treat this resource as inexhaustible which will continue to be there. Just how serious are we? Apparently, not much. Yet.

Yes, there will be calls for changes. There will be experts on how this could happen. There are always those things. But they are a salve and will only be that until we get serious. Is this the time we get serious? Will we stop posturing and get to addressing the issue? We talk about the incidents, but not the causes. In the meantime, we are losing our young in record numbers. And no one is doing a damned thing about it.

Where is the universal outrage? This is yet another issue where sides are taken but only one will speak out while the other remains silent. This happens all too often on other issues. Is this only a one-sided tragedy? Can it really be that easily divided into a pro vs. con argument? Or will we finally grow up and take responsibility for our roles in this? I’m not looking to blame any one side. That’s fruitless. All are culpable to one degree or another. But since that is the case, and it is, we need to put aside political leanings and do this together. I’m not advocating any infringement on one’s rights: rather a reasonable solution to this and one that can be done. Just as in the tax argument – each side is going to have to give up something in order to get it done. What are we waiting for? Our young are dying.

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My new balancing act or “Up on the tightrope…” with regards to Leon Russell.

08 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Blogs, Observations

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Arn? Narn., Public relations, Writing

OK. After a long gestation period and an intense pre-publication year, Arn? Narn. has been published. I’m now in the hawking-my-book period, doing as much PR as possible to generate interest and of course sales. Yet, like so many other writers/artists/musicians, I do have a real job as well.

So of course I need to find time to do it all. There are always family responsibilities to attend to, other interests, work, music lessons (wait for my new upcoming CD… just joking!), and it’s a pretty full and good life.

But wait! Did I hear someone say “Are you going to do another book?” Could it be? Yes, I am! “When do you have the time?” All good questions. When DO I have the time? That said, I’ll find it. It is like walking a tightrope, you’ve got to keep your balance lest you fall off.

The truth of the matter is I am now in the early stages of the next book. I gotta tell you, it’s like crack or at least what I think crack is like. It is hard yet enjoyable work and extremely addictive: the research, the planning, implementation, and then the start – filled with hopeful anticipation with no blind alleys, yet, not knowing where it’s going to lead. It’s sort of like a blind date, but one-sided. Not your cup of tea? Walk away and no one’s hurt. On to the next one. In dealing with people, that’s callous. Starting a new book – not so much. There have been a few new book ideas since Arn? Narn. was completed, but like so-so dates, they’ve not been called again. (Sorry, you really are nice, but, no, I will not call you again!)

I have settled on a new idea and it is entirely different from Arn? Narn. The only similarity is that it too will be a photo-documentary book. More on it as I get deeper into it. It could result in another blog solely devoted to it. We’ll see.

So getting back to the question: “When do you have the time?” As I said a couple of paragraphs back, I’ll find it. Finding one’s voice can take a long time. Once you have found it, you want to keep using it. I think that analogy is an apt one. A singer must use their voice continuously to keep it supple and in shape. And I don’t want to lose mine now after waiting so long to discover it.

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Blog-slinger.

05 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Blogs, Observations

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Arn? Narn., Have Gun–Will Travel, Newfoundland

For the past 15 months or so, I’ve been diligently writing, recounting my experiences photographing in Newfoundland, and getting Arn? Narn. ready for publication. Add in the PR aspect of letting the world know about it and then acting on the results of said PR and it’s easy to see that it has consumed a large amount of my time. Thankfully, I’ve been able to do a lot of it in evenings and on weekends. Throw in lunchtimes too. The good news is that my work doesn’t appear to have suffered from these extra-curricular activities.

But now, this has moved into wholly new territory. If you’ve been reading this blog, then you know I write this blog. No one else. So, when a request comes in to do a guest blog piece, I’m starting to feel like a hired gun. I know this is all part of the deal, but it is a little weird.

This morning while channel surfing and having my coffee, I came across an old black and white TV show from the sixties called Have Gun, Will Travel. Starring Richard Boone, it told the tales of a black-clad gunslinger for hire. The title of the show was the slogan on his business card which was also adorned with the knight piece from a chess game. This one character might have been solely responsible for actors and/or stars having only one name such as Cher and that ilk: his being Paladin. That name comes from the paladins, being the foremost warriors of King Charlemagne‘s court. He was a knight. And he was for hire.

Richard Boone. (Not in Paladin black.)

And that’s sort of how I feel when I have to write a guest post for a reviewer’s blog. It’s all part of the new way books are marketed. I can’t merely re-post a piece from this blog or the search engines will banish all parties involved to a fate worse than Prodigy. (Look it up.) So, I have to write something new. For anyone reading this who also blogs, you know that’s not the easiest thing to do. As I wrote in a previous post, it’s our wish to keep it fresh. This is a great test of our ability to write and attempt not to repeat ourselves. and attempt not to repeat our selves. Yeah, right.

I liken these posts to the “Director’s Cut” versions of films. “You know, this is the film I really wanted to make.” Or, “I felt as if there were too many unanswered questions.” Or, “It really needed the resolution in the second act, you know.” That kind of stuff. Expand, expound, and expect people to like it. Yeah, OK. But don’t get on me too hard if it seems a little familiar.

So going forward, I have a new occupation and my new card will say “Have blog, will travel.” Why not?

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R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

22 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Observations

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Interview, Public relations, Writing

So, the small PR machine has been working a bit. Radio appearances – very cool; book signings – also very cool; written interviews -OK, no wait, what? This was a new one to me and I had no idea how difficult they were. It would be a bit of a struggle.

Person-to-person interviews are, I think, easier to do. Essentially, you gather your thoughts together, remember time and dates and names, be polite and friendly and for God’s sake, don’t swear. That’s pretty much it. If you’re not being grilled by 60 Minutes, you should come out of it rather unscathed.

But a written interview? Who came up with that 21st century version of Torquemadian delights? This is a relatively new twist on PR because of the internet. I am in no way complaining or disparaging this. Not at all. I’m merely stating that it is a lot more stressful for me. With the exponential growth of bloggers and the increasing number of book reviewers plying their craft online, the written interview has moved forward in importance.

It goes something like this: you get a request for an interview. Great! But it’s for a written interview. It comes with a set of questions which by and large you would not have any trouble answering in a one-on-one session. However, it’s asking for you to commit your answers to paper or the ethernet in this case. It will then in turn be re-purposed into another’s blog. You may be asking yourself at this time, “And this is  difficult?” Yes, it is.

If it’s only one interview, no sweat. When there are multiple interviews requested, you’d like to make each seem fresh and original. Again, this is not a complaint. It is the question of how does one achieve that freshness time and time again without sounding canned. Each interview is different, yet the information I have to share is essentially the same. I suppose this is normal, but I haven’t found an easy solution yet.

With each new interview, I sit down and try to write the best response possible. In a spoken interview, so much can be said though inflection of voice, laughter, pauses, etc. Not so with the written interview. I must be far more thoughtful and deliberate as to what I write. Each answer must be honest and as insightful as possible. My goal with these is to make the reader feel as if they are speaking directly with me and this is the first time I’ve spoken about this. It is not an easy task and one I take very seriously.

Musicians talk about playing some of their most famous tunes repeatedly. Some of them find new ways to present them, others resent having to play them over and over again. I prefer that first approach. Arn? Narn. is a serious book and at the very least, I owe it that kind of respect.

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Has anyone here ever heard of this new thing called the internet?

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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Arn? Narn., Google Alert, Internet

Shhhh. Put the dog out, the children to bed, lock the doors – I want to talk with you about something really scary. OK? Everyone settled in? Good. Talk quietly ’cause I don’t want this to get out – it could change everything.

There’s this thing called the internet. Some say Al Gore invented it, but I doubt it. Whatever you may think of him, he’s no evil genius because that’s who designed this thing. It’s everywhere! It’s on your computer, your phone, your iPad, your TV even. I think the world actually lives within the internet. When did this all happen?

The father of the internet?

OK, that’s a bit over the top, right? But the ubiquity of it is amazing and the speed in which things get up and around is truly astonishing. Now we all know this of course, but when it applies to you or something you’ve done or involved with, it can be a little breathtaking.

This morning I checked my e-mail as I usually do before heading out and found a Google alert for my book, Arn? Narn. That’s a good thing. I’ve had alerts before and they were usually not of the surprising kind. This one was.

It was another review. But this one was on Amazon. And happily like the others already received, it was a very positive one. That’s four for four! It’s making me think that even with my manifold doubts and frustrations, I might have really known what I was doing all along with this book. Go figure that one out.

So my meteoric rise to fame had begun. Before long, I’ll probably start issuing impossible demands of those around me. Only red M&M’s, puh-leeze! No, that is not the best table in the house! Waiter, this wine is… yeah, yeah, yeah.

They ARE rather tasty.

Well, yeah, right. Just wait until a lesser review comes in. It’ll be back to drinking Yellow Tail and shopping at Target! Fame is such a fickle thing.

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The envelope please…

11 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Newfoundland, Observations, Publishers

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Arn? Narn.

Not ever having worked in films or in Hollywood (I’ve been there once though), I’m not familiar firsthand on either winning awards (I haven’t) or getting reviews (I have). So, I have no statuette to put on my mantle or pawn when I run up against it financially. That’s a lifestyle that is too foreign to me and I hope it remains that way. But, I now have some reviews of my photo-documentary book on disappearing rural Newfoundland, Arn? Narn.

Arctic pack ice will lock-in coves for weeks from Arn? Narn.

As I’ve written before, like any other creative endeavor, when you turn it over to someone else, their creativity and interpretation will affect it, hopefully for the best. But one never knows until it’s sometimes too late. As I’ve also written previously, my publisher did a wonderful job showing respect and understanding for the work in producing the layout. No problem with that at all.

However, once it’s out there, all bets are off. What I saw when photographing and writing it, what the publisher saw when they decided to get behind it, may not be the same things readers and reviewers see. It’s like going to Vegas but without the neon lights. It’s a gamble.

So, in the past week, Arn? Narn. has been reviewed a number of times. When I hear of a review or if it is sent to me, I hold my breath as long as I can before passing out and then before reading it. After all, this is me, my work, my exposed soul for all to see.

The sound, if you were sitting next to me, would be one or two or three long exhalations followed by whoops of joy, some fist pumps, and a few tears though that last one can happen on either occasion. Obviously from what I’ve just written, the reviews were positive. Really positive.

When one is so close to something for so long, any objectivity is long gone. Hell, any sense of its worth has been obscured by the trials and tribulations that occurred in bringing it to life. So, when an uninvolved, unbiased person gives it a great review, there is a period of disbelief that happens. But then you realize, there is nothing in it for them to do so and the reality starts to sink in that, indeed you have created something meaningful. Wow.

Of course, not all reviews will be this good. They can’t be. And I probably won’t like them either. But for now, it’s off to a great start.

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And what calendar are you on sir?

27 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Humor, Observations

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Arn? Narn., Darkroom

For years, I’ve unknowingly been using the Julian calendar to plan my days, appointments, and whatnot to bring some order to my life. Until now, it’s never failed me. It’s orderly – seven days, always following the same sequence, starting on Sunday- ending on Saturday, only to do it all over again, fifty-two times each year. But at this point, I’m beginning to think it might be failing or at the very least conspiring against me.

Wonder if this one works any better.

You see, this week was supposed to be a big one. Arn? Narn. was supposed to be back from the printer. It isn’t. I was scheduled to do a live online webinar promoting the book. For what ever reason, I could not get in. My headset would not cooperate. It did on the test last week, but not this time. Interestingly enough, after we cancelled and rescheduled the webinar, I tested it again. Of course, it worked. And this week isn’t over yet. I must be working on the wrong calendar. What was supposed to happen on a given day, didn’t. My calendar must be broken.

I suppose I could try and use the Hebrew calendar, but then I’d have to reschedule everything and reapply for a new copyright date. That won’t work.

There are of course other options. The Aztec calendar comes to mind, but there are two versions of that one. Which one to choose? If I choose the 365 day version, I’d have to do a lot of rituals. Outside of the darkroom, I’m not big on that. There is the sacred calendar, only 260 days (maybe I’ve been on that one all along and things finally caught up with me) but then I’d have to learn all the different gods. That’s not going to work either.

There are also Egyptian, Egyptian Solar, Chinese, Roman, Greek – you name it, there’s one for every occasion except it seems for me this week. That is the only explanation I can arrive at to explain why nothing has been on time. Even my express packages aren’t arriving on the promised dates.

Time is running short. Publication date is only 4 days away and I’m getting antsy. I want that book in my hand now. Yes, of course I waited nine years to get to this point, hey wait, maybe I’ve been on the wrong calendar all along. That would explain so much.

Not the most portable but if it works…

But for now, I’ll just have to be patient and wait a little bit longer. Or I could switch calendars and blame it on the gods.

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And now with more brighteners!

23 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Discovery, Observations

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Advertising, Arn? Narn., Public relations

Every day, every thing we do as humans is a transaction of some kind. Oftentimes, it involves convincing another to come around to your way of thinking; or to do something they might not have considered previously; or buy something you’re selling. Yes, that’s right, we are all involved in sales in one fashion or another. Sort of like dating but without the good night kiss.

The car salesman has a deal for you you won’t believe. Oh, yeah, right. Politicians: vote for me and all your problems will go away. Clergy: listen to me and your problems won’t be so bad. On and on. Everyone wants to sell you something. Everything is a product. And everything is for sale.

Mm-hmmm. (carterbankandtrust.com)

And now, I am too. I’ve got to look at my book and me by extension as a product that needs to come to market. Will I be able to make your problems go away? Unlikely. Will I be able to make your problems less difficult? Highly unlikely. Can I make your teeth brighter? No. But can I tell you about a problem that’s likely to affect the world in which we live? Yes. But I’m going to have to first convince those people who will loan me their soapbox to do so.

All of this is a way of saying I’m getting a first-hand education on the wonderful world of PR. Superficially, PR is very similar to advertising yet very different. However, with PR, it’s up to someone else as to whether or not they find your story compelling enough to give it time and/or space. So it better be good.

Consequently, I now see myself and Arn? Narn. as product. How do I want to be packaged? How do I need to marketed? Now with More Brighteners! From the people I’ve spoken to, it seems like I’ll have to position myself as an expert on this subject. What that means is I’ll have to bring myself up-to-date on what’s going on in Newfoundland (done), do more research on related issues and their implications (yet to do), and learn how to be an effective media presence (easier said than done).

The easiest way to do this is to engage a PR agent. Again, easier said than done. Each one of them has a field of expertise that serves them and their clients well. The task here, if I choose to go that route, is to find one who understands the book industry. This alone will make the job that much easier with much less wasted time and effort. As the publication date is a mere 6 weeks away, this decision has to be determined in a day or two.

Finding the right agent is like blind dating. You meet with them, see if there is any chemistry or connection, and possibly go from there. If it’s not right, then at least you had a cup of coffee. And once you make that decision, it’s probably not a good thing to change horses in mid-stream if you find yourself mismatched. So, you need to be judicious with your choice. After all, you will no longer be a private citizen… you’ll now be soap and with more brighteners!

Not a self-portrait. (flickr.com)

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It’s your turn.

20 Monday Aug 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Culture, Newfoundland, Observations, Photography, Sea

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Arn? Narn., arnnarn.com, Fishing

For a year now, arnnarn.com has been publishing my experiences in Newfoundland and about producing the book Arn? Narn. There is still more to come as we get closer to publication date – six weeks away – and I’ll still be writing about what happens afterwards! But as I have in the past, I’d like to shake things up and do something a little different for a bit.

Have you ever been to Newfoundland? Have you ever published a book? Have you done both? I would love to learn of your experiences. Many of you have commented on these posts and I would love to share them with this blog’s readers. Any dialogue we can create that explains, enlightens, illustrates in more detail the unique quality of Newfoundland is welcome.

Pictures regarding your experiences are welcome as long as they don’t violate any standards of good taste whatever those may be in this day of cable, internet, and such. Inclusions will be totally random and subjective.

Gros Morne, Newfoundland.

Ocean photography is also welcome and does not necessarily have to pertain to the above mentioned requirements. Since Arn? Narn.is about a culture that supported itself by the sea and its bounty and can no longer, the photos should be related to that. This is a global problem that is only going to get worse. Perhaps we all can help.

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Are you sure Shakespeare started this way?

16 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Discovery, Observations, Publishers

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Arn? Narn., Public relations

Back in the old Bard’s day, getting published was probably not the issue it is today. He probably didn’t even have the competition that new authors do today as well. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he was pretty good with words.

The Bard himself (twitter.com)

Old Will may have sent out book queries and copies of his manuscript before he struck paydirt. OK, me too. He probably had to do any number of edits and changes before the book was ready for the finality of the printers ink. Me too. He wrote plays and sonnets. Me, not really, just Arn? Narn.

But I would be willing to bet, I could be wrong here, that he did not have to make a media kit and a video book trailer. Of course not, they didn’t even have electricity in his day. Hell, they didn’t have anything that remotely resembled media unless you count the Town Crier and who knows if he was fair and balanced too.

Getting a book published today is a multi-level affair. Getting a publisher interested in your book is the first albeit most important part of the process. but it doesn’t end there. Unless you’re John Grisham, it’s not likely a publisher will put a lot behind marketing your book, especially if you’re a first time author. All of that good stuff falls to you.

Where to start? Even if you’re going to use a PR agency, it helps to build a media hit list. If your book is of a specialized nature, the agency will appreciate this identification. Who are the media people you want to reach? Once you reach them, then what? With all the competition out there for people’s attention, you’ve got to tell a compelling story. And while your book may be the Great American Novel, no one is expecting it. It’s up to you (or me in this case) to beat this drum and as many others you can get your drumsticks on.

So even at this point, I’ve not yet decided which direction to go in – agency or not – there is still work I have to and can do. This is getting more and more interesting and exciting and I can’t wait to see where it’s going to go. Stay tuned.

Be sure to check out the video book trailer for Arn? Narn. on YouTube. Just type in the book title in the search bar.

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A baby takes nine months; a book – maybe nine years!

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Discovery, Observations, Photography, Travel

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Arn? Narn., Newfoundland

All the good stuff that goes into conceiving a child is great. It’s the fodder of legends, songs, stories, movies, and art. And it only takes nine months. Then the hard work begins, years of being a parent which never really end even when they’re grown and move out. Nine months to the start and years to the conclusion.

Ah, but a book? If you’re writing about a topical event, it’s amazing how quickly such a tome can be brought to market. Breathtakingly fast. It was that way even before all the technological advances we enjoy today occurred. Now it seems like they spring up as fast as mushrooms after a summer rain.

However, if it’s a novel, an art book, educational, whatever, the gestation period can be agonizingly long. And that’s just to finish it. Someone has to publish it. If not you, who then?

The idea for my book Arn? Narn. was conceived in 2003. I spent a year researching Newfoundland, the type of clothes I would need when up there (in winter!), a camera bag that would hold all my equipment and still fit in the overhead bin of a plane, flights and car rentals, creating an itinerary around this very large island (thank God for the help of soon-to-be Newfoundland friends), and blah, blah, blah, so much more.

Newfoundland. (heritage.nf.ca)

Finally a year later, I was ready to go up there and start photographing. It was an incredible two weeks. Traveling alone as a stranger in a strange but wonderful land was transformative. The work I did while there would keep me busy for many months.

As so often happens, what I photographed was what I wanted but sadly not what I needed. There was a story here that had to be told and this wasn’t it. So unhappily biting the bullet (oh, poor, poor, pitiful me), I went back up again one year later.

For three weeks this time, I again traveled alone throughout the province and did find the story that I knew had to be there. Now it all made sense. I could happily go home with the material I needed to do this properly.

So for the next two years, I worked in the darkroom producing the prints that would eventually become this book. I would spend more hours doing that than I had spent in five weeks in Newfoundland. I also had to write the narrative explaining what one would be seeing when they held in their hands Arn? Narn. That was to be one of the hardest parts of this whole project.

So, now four years after the idea was born, it was more or less completed. I went back up a third time, but with my wife with me. Check out some of the previous posts for that visit. I did photograph (hell, my wife took more pictures than me!), but I had all I needed for the book, so nothing was added from that trip. What I did need though was an agent or a publisher.

Finding that would take four more years. In that time, much was learned about this process so that the next book should not take quite as long. Now, just weeks away from publication, Arn? Narn.will be nine years in the making. That’s 63 in dog years!

Throughout those years, it has been a period of hope, expectations, disappointments, learning, hard work beyond the actual production of the book, and joy. This book, this baby of mine, will come into the world on October 1, 2012. Please join me in welcoming it.

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We drive around, eat some fish, listen to music, talk to Newfoundlanders, and go to a dance.

30 Monday Jul 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Culture, Discovery, Local Art, Observations

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Burin, Newfoundland

With bellies full and hearts settled, we set out to explore. We have a map but plan on using it only if we get lost. If you know where you are in relation to the sea, you should be alright. That was our plan and we stuck to it.

We visited some antique shops in Burin and were able to get a small but nice sense of their history. Like all of Newfoundland, it was informed by fishing. And the articles in the shop reflected that: old prints of boats and fish, compasses and sextants, posters and signs from another era, hosted by a typically wonderful and friendly Newfoundlander.

Across the street was a small museum, the Burin Heritage Museum which of course we had to see. In it were displays of indigenous wildlife, a photo gallery of the 1929 tidal wave that created an incredible amount of damage, architectural records, local ceramics, histories including those of Burin’s involvement in WWII, clothes, and folk art. It was amazing how much that rather small house held.

Burin Heritage Museum                  (townof burin.com)

After that it was time for lunch. Options were limited but a restaurant was right across the street so off we went. Burin is small, it seems as if everything is right across the street. We chowed down and headed out once more.

While walking around, we found this beautiful wooden bay walk that took us almost around the entire bay. We watched while a local fisherman/artist painted a mural on the side of a meeting hall. He invited us into the hall to see more of his work. They were wall size murals and quite good in a folk art fashion, but sadly too big to take home though. He told us he had to finish it quickly as there was a dance there that evening. Everyone has a great time and we should come. Yes, they ARE that friendly to strangers. We didn’t want to commit, but told him we would try. We would. We did.

Burin bay walk. (panaramio.com)

Newfoundland dances are like no other I’ve been to. They are truly egalitarian: all ages, all occupations, no pretense. They are there for one reason – to have fun. And do they ever. Anyone can get up and sing, anyone can join the band, and everyone dances with everyone. It is a remarkable experience.

If you’re not dancing, singing, or playing an instrument, you’re at a table discussing your entire life story with complete strangers, except they’re really not strangers any longer. That is Newfoundland. You’re a stranger for no more than a few minutes.

Many of the people there are older. If you get to sit with them, prepare to share your medical history with them. That noted, it may say something about the Canadian health system that so many of them are elderly and still kicking up their heels. Or they’re just happy to be living in Newfoundland. And that last statement is fact. They do love Newfoundland.

Over the course of my trips up there, I have heard the same refrain repeated time and time again. “I moved away, but had to come back. This is home.” Or some such variation. What makes this all the more significant and poignant, is Newfoundlanders want to come back even if there is no fishing any longer. It is home, their home and they love it. How many of us can say that about where we live? And how many of us dance there?

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The Fourth “R”

05 Thursday Jul 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Observations, Publishers

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Earlier I wrote about the new 3 “Rs” – readin, ‘ritin’, and rewritin’. I was soon to learn of the fourth “R” – rejection.

(urbanmusewriter.com)

(phillyschoolsearch.com)

Ah, yes – this is the type of stuff that’s been going on since high school. The big difference here is that in high school I might not have gone to the prom (I did), here it means: Sorry,your book isn’t right for us; or We don’t do that kind of book; There’s no market for it; accompanied by a good luck line. So, was I getting a corsage for my date or a book deal? Yes to the corsage, no to the book deal.

Now if you’re reading this blog, you know the ending – the book “Arn? Narn.” is being published and scheduled to come out in late September/early October of this year. But the path to get there was long, filled with disappointments, some good encouragement, and most of all a strengthening of my belief in the book. Being relentlessly persistent is also a good quality to have also.

There are many resource books available with agent and publisher listings. These are wonderful as they’ll help you at least to contact the right person. Online has been incredibly helpful as well for this kind of research. It helps you to know where to go. But that’s it. As I’ve written earlier, you’ll need a dynamite query letter and the knowledge aforethought that even with that, you will still be rejected.

One knows when their book queries are sent out it will take time before anything happens. But, they’re sent with much hope. My hopes were raised early on and quickly when a literary agent saw the query and was very interested in the book. I knew it! I knew it was good and meaningful! And I could tell they did too. But interest waned and the serious rejections began. Suffice to say, I sent out many queries. There was more interest but they all seemed to follow the same pattern of growing disinterest after a period of time. Oh, well, keep on trying.

Rejection is not really a big deal if one doesn’t begin to take it seriously. It is not personal. Still, knowing that doesn’t really soften the blow after multiple rejections. It’s sort of like being a recurring Bachelor on The Bachelorette TV show only to be rejected weekly except it doesn’t happen to you on national TV.

For any aspiring authors, keep the faith, believe in your work, be persistent without acting like a stalker, and finally keep working at it. You’ll be glad you did.

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Happy, happy, joy, joy!

17 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Newfoundland, Observations

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Happy, happy, joy, joy!

It’s just a little bit of silliness from the old “Ren and Stimpy” cartoon show. You can learn a lot about a person based on what movies and TV they watch. An astute reader of this blog will no doubt know which music turns me on; which movies I like to quote; and which TV shows I admit to viewing. The key word here is admit. (I’m not saying’ anyting else ’til I talk wid my law-yer!)

But one of the real personal joys, in addition to working and producing the book “Arn? Narn.” and writing this blog, are the notes and comments received from other bloggers. The blogosphere, as dreadful a term as has been coined in a long time, is filled with people sharing, but not limited to, ideas, thoughts, art, music, problems, actually the whole scope of humankind can be found there.

What is truly amazing is that anyone can find you in the first place. And they do find you, from all over the world. The people who design these programs and write the algorithms, (the Algomystics!?) are crazy smart. I salute them for their genius and intellect that allows postally-challenged me to reach out and talk with someone new.

This blog, arnnarn.com, has readers from all over the world. I did not expect that when I started recounting my adventures in Newfoundland. Oh yeah, friends and family sure, (but curiously not! Guys, are you reading this?) but complete strangers? And the input and encouragement has been very gratifying.

The take-away from this entry is that people all over are interested in what others are doing and are willing to spend the time to find it and read it. Amazing. There is also a hell of lot of useless stuff out there too, this blog excepted of course!

In all the previous entries in this blog and the ones yet to come, I hope there has been and will be some curiosity raised, enough to click on some of the links to learn more. For really the first time in our history, we have the opportunity to hear from what one once described as “the great unwashed” or what we know as just us without the filter of a media company, a government official, or a candidate.

Looking back, I wished that the blogosphere (there’s that word again!) were around when I started the “Arn? Narn.” book. As a source of information, not all of it accurate of course, (much of it really), it can lead you to strange and wondrous places as well as some you wished you had never seen. Yet, it becomes more and more valuable each day. Just be open to what you may find. And if you don’t like it, you can always clickback on it. Just not on this blog, OK?

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The damned awful, most sorrowful part of this trip…

10 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Observations

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Darkroom, Diddly music, Photography, Scrunchions

A very famous, overpaid (but ungrateful) sports commentator was asked about the best part of his now-over job with ESPN. His too-quick response was “Seeing it in the rear-view mirror”! Obviously, things didn’t go too well for him there. Not to worry though, both he and ESPN have gone on to greater things.

Bye Newfoundland!

For me, the worst part of this trip to Newfoundland was seeing it in my “rearview mirror”. In this case, that was the window of the plane taking me back to the states. I did not want to leave…ever. But…

In front of me was another round of developing many rolls of film, making a like number of proof sheets, and then determining whether or not I had achieved what I had set out to accomplish. I would have to look at the photographs taken over this two year period to see how it all shook out. This would take many months of work in which I would constantly be reminded of the adventures written about in this blog. Alas, no scrunchions, no Quidi Vidi brew, no chocolate covered crackers to help me on my way. Travel is so hard and boring!

As I have a fine and loud stereo in my darkroom, I would play, among all the rest of my musical selections, my newly expanded collection of Newfoundland music. So often that when I go to my next kitchen party, I would be much better equipped to participate. Not that my singing will have improved, not likely, but I’ll be able to choose from a much larger repertoire of what Oscar my friend from St. John’s refers pejoratively (a $ 1.00 word here!) to as “diddly music”. (I loved “diddly music”, but  when you grow up with something so prevalent as did Oscar, you’re not much impressed with it any longer.)

“Close the door! You’ll let out all the dark!” (Old photography joke.)

So my immediate course has been set out in front of me: hours of wet hands, inhaling semi-noxious fumes, singing/screaming at the top of my lungs “diddly music”. Yes b’y! That’s for me. Now we’ll see what develops. (Groan – another old photography joke.)

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Stop the freakin’ presses! Uh, no – keep ‘em going!

08 Tuesday May 2012

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Arn? Narn., Gosslee, Newfoundland

Yesterday I wrote an entry about Breaking News. It’s a shorter than usual news cycle on this blog and this is really is what’s important today.

(pioneerdrama.com)

This is not the post I had planned for today. In the last week or so, things have accelerated and changed so much and so quickly, I’ve had to respond in kind. I usually post twice a week. This week, all bets are off.

Yesterday, I did a short and unplanned post on reaching a blog follower goal. Good enough. Nothing earth shaking, but it certainly had its place. And it had to be written.

Today’s original entry, moved back a day because of the blog goal posting, was supposed to feature a post more in keeping with what I’ve been writing about for lo’ these 9 months. But an e-mail received last night, changed all that. Much as my next post to be published later this week, which is still on schedule, it was a surprise and a very happy one at that.

Last night I received the galley of my book “Arn? Narn.” A galley is essentially a proof of what the book will look like. Now as this is my first book, I had absolutely no idea what to expect prior to seeing the galley. When a very wise and perceptive publisher, in this case Gosslee, takes on a book, (your child), you are turning over to them the upbringing and responsibility of this child and introducing them into the world. Scary? Hell, yes! Fears? You better believe it. It is an enormous leap of faith. But, we’d come this far.

I saw the e-mail and debated about whether or not to open it then or prolong the agony and wait until today when I could look at it in the unyielding and unflattering morning light. Like a kid on Christmas day, I couldn’t wait. Damn, I’m glad I didn’t.

As I mentioned a paragraph back, you turn over your work and hope and pray that they “get it”. Oh, yeah, they “got it.” In spades.

When John Gosslee and I first spoke last summer, his interest in “Arn? Narn.” was all I would have hoped for. I believed the subject matter called for respect and hopefully that is how I photographed it and how John would treat it. John and his crew certainly held true to that respect. The galley just blew me away.

My task right now is check for any errors and make any small suggestions that I feel will improve it. But I have to say, it doesn’t look like I’ll have much work to do. I can’t wait to share it with all of you. I hope you feel the same way about “Arn? Narn.” Stay tuned, it’ll be out early this fall.

Thank you, John.

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Whoa, there’s a moose, and another, and finally St. John’s!

02 Wednesday May 2012

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After escaping the clutches of the bi-churchal minister, I am now on solid ground once again, figuratively speaking, and heading back to St. John’s. I heard of a short cut that will take two hours off my impending twelve+ hour drive. Should I take it? I’ve been warned that it is not a particularly well paved road, well, not very much pavement at all – gravel really, it might be muddy and isn’t well-traveled this time if year so if you get stuck which is a very real possibility, nay probability, you could be there for a day or two, but it’s your choice. Hell, that’s no choice, that’s a challenge. I’m taking the long way home!

Yeah, right! (en.wikipedia.com)

The way I figure it, if I speed, which I will, if I continue straight through, I’ll be driving in prime moose-dodge-’em time – at speed, at night, and on the TCH, (Trans Canada Highway). Not wanting to make the acquaintance of one so large, so heavy and a poor conversationalist from what I’ve heard, I decide that I’ll probably stop for the night somewhere around Gander, a good part of the trip would be now be behind me. When you’re in a hurry, and I really wasn’t, but there was no photography planned for this leg of the trip, – I just didn’t want to drive for twelve + hours, the scenery, however beautiful, becomes secondary to the task of getting there.

I’m sailing along. Yes, speeding, but I told you I would. Fueled by chocolate covered crackers and the occasional Tim Horton‘s, I’m making some serious time. I get to Gander considerably sooner than I thought, ahh, the joys of speeding and not getting caught, and make an executive decision. Moose, be damned, I going for it all. This is the big one!

Oh, yeah! (ahwooga.com)

So, I stop for refueling – both the car and me. The car gets gas and so will I later from the food at the rest stop. Should have stayed with the chocolate covered crackers. But I endure, I must, can’t stop, have to get to St. John’s – there’s a tall, cold beer with my name on it waiting patiently for me at Christian’s Pub. Actually, the beer had some friends waiting for me too and I would get to meet them as well.

Wait, what’s that up ahead? That signpost? Sorry, channeling “Twiight Zone” for a moment. Lights! and not in the rear view mirror either. It’s St. John’s! Yes! Made it and not in twelve hours! Not in eleven hours! No, just about ten and half! I did speed. A lot. That’s 902 miles worth of speeding. I didn’t hit any moose, didn’t get stopped by the RMCP, “No, officer, I didn’t realize I was going that fast.”, and made it back in time for Happy Hour, which by the way in St. John’s is anytime from opening to closing. Finally, off the road, out of the car, and back in the warm embrace of St. John’s.

Tomorrow will be laundry, packing, FedEx, and getting ready to go back to the states. It’ll be busy, but I’ll also get to visit with Randy (my photographer friend) and his wife Vicki once more before I leave. The amount of help and guidance they provided has been invaluable and much appreciated. I will also see Bren, my 84 year old wood- turning friend, again before my departure. Bren was the first Newfoundlander but not the last to invite this stranger in for tea. I will miss them and all the other new friends made while up here. I will be back.

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The Queen’s Laundry Inspector and High Seas Confessional…

30 Monday Apr 2012

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Arn? Narn., Fishing, Newfoundland

My time photographing on Ramea has come to an end and I’m boarding the ferry Gallipoli back to the mainland of Newfoundland. It’ll be a couple of hours on the boat, disembark in Burgeo, then across the whole island once again to St. John’s. Gonna have to stop and get some chocolate covered crackers to sustain me on the trip back.

There’s not much to do on the ferry except sit and sleep, sit and watch the scenery and/or people, sit and eat, or sit and confess to the minister sitting next to me. This is the very same minister I met in church on Sunday on Ramea! She recognizes me immediately. Busted!

High seas confessional booth; doubles as a life raft… not really.

In all fairness, she’s a very nice person and from my point of view not a bad minister either. But, I was really hoping to be gently rocked to sleep by the boat’s motions, not get engaged in some ecumenical discussion of Goethe, Schleiermacher or the manichean view of right and wrong, darkness and light. (Just showing off here.) Thankfully, that is not what we talked about.

Instead, we talked about the plight of rural Newfoundland and the questionable future of communities such as Ramea. It confronts the same fishless future as all of the other outports with the added element of being an island dependent on sustenance and other commodities from the mainland. It is not a hopeful outlook. I agreed and told her that was what “Arn? Narn.” was to be about. She seemed to like the idea that this story would be told outside of Canada.

The Rev told me of some very small outports barely hanging on by their fingernails. How small? Try 8-10 people. Way too small for the government to provide services so eventually the fate awaiting them is of choice: the first is to resettle elsewhere; the other – die. Quite a template for survival and very depressing.

By and by, she told me I had created quite a stir on the island. It seems that within hours of my arrival, people were all abuzz of some guy wandering around taking pictures of laundry lines and things. (“Yes, ma’am, I’m from the Queen’s Laundry Quality Inspector’s office and your whites are quite nice really, but your colors…”).

The Queen’s Laundry Quality inspector.

It is after all a very small island. Everyone wanted to know who I was and what was I doing there. I’m sure that after my initial visit to Red’s Lounge, most fears were put aside by Gerard. Probably not yet by Jimmy.

So, when I showed up in church, they certainly wanted to know who I was and why I was there and what I was doing and where I was from and how I found out about Ramea. You know, the basic Journalism 101 questions: who, what, where, why, when, and how stuff. Now, when my new minister friend would report back to them at their next service, she could answer all their questions and confirm that she had dispatched me back to from where I’d come. Good minister!

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My own private Earth Day.

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Sometimes when you’re not looking or listening, the universe sneaks up and smacks you up alongside the head with a cosmic two by four. And then the realization occurs that you could have had a V8. Well no, not really a drink, but something that had been right in front of you all this time and you hadn’t even realized it.

Looks pretty much the same as it did 42 years ago.

One of these has just happened to me. As I prepare for the publication of “Arn? Narn.”, the news is filled with this being the 42nd anniversary of Earth Day. That holds a special significance to me. As a ridiculously young man, my first assignment for the newspaper I had just started working for, was to cover the very first Earth Day. At that time, no one thought that it would amount to much – just a bunch of liberal, pot smoking hippies protesting about something, again.

Little did I know or realize until just a day or so ago, how that was to affect my work from then on. Directly, the photography book “Arn? Narn.” is a result of that first assignment. That first assignment is also responsible for the next book I’m currently working on. See a theme here?

Something else of significance is that what people were sitting up and taking notice of on that first Earth Day is, to a large degree, what “Arn? Narn.” reports on. Twenty-years ago when the story I cover in “Arn? Narn.” first occurs, it was largely over-looked outside of Newfoundland, Canada. It has become a global cautionary tale which only recently has begun to get worldwide visibility.

Little is more important that preserving our world so our children, their children and so on, will have a home. I am not taking a political stand here. That’s too easy a subject with too many moving parts for me to comprehend. At the end of the day, I am nothing more than a photo-journalist hopefully reporting and recording life’s events honestly; my personal agenda (if indeed I even have one) would not be worthy of publication.

Jim S., a reader of this blog reminded me of something I recently wrote: “Be open to all the possibilities travel will afford you.” For this entry, I amend that: “Be open to all the possibilities life will afford you.” You never know where they’ll take you, but it will be worth the journey. Thank you Mother Earth and Jim.

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A thundering herd of…one?

23 Monday Apr 2012

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As I would have done it. (chinamike)

My one-man invasion of Ramea is complete. I had taken the island by storm (yeah, right!) and it is mine…on film at least. There were no hostages taken except my heart to these wonderful people.

As I did do it. Sort of, but with a smile.

I’ve learned a lot on this little island. Who knew you could buy burial caskets at the supermarket? And they’ll store them for you until the ground thaws. Come springtime though, you’re on your own.

A song sung with enthusiasm (or very loudly) is just as good as a song sung well. Just sing it with conviction. An instrument helps too.

In the late hours of a kitchen party, you’ll be amazed that so much incredible and undiscovered talent can be found in one small room. And they get even more talented as the night wears on.

Buying drinks for strangers works as well in Newfoundland as anywhere else. Just don’t be stingy. And if you don’t understand what they’re saying, buy ‘em another drink. Before long, they won’t understand what you’re saying either.

I learned that one should never turn down a moose burger. It’s bad form. It’s not as good as caribou, but it won’t harm you. On the other hand, all your vegan friends will probably never talk to you again.

One should also never refuse a drink if offered. That’s very bad form. You will not be invited back and nor should you. There’s a reason why we’re told not to drink alone.

In Newfoundland, one should make every effort to talk with strangers. You’ll learn so much, you’ll probably make a new friend, and at the very least, they will invite you in for tea. Really.

Be open to all the possibilities that travel will afford you. You won’t regret it. Of course, if someone tells you not to go to a particular neighborhood, that’s probably a good idea. Let me amend something I just said, be open to most of the possibilities.

So the “invasion” is over. Tomorrow I leave…with a lot of wonderful memories and stories, a few new friends, and some great (I hope) photographs for “Arn? Narn.”.

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Billy Joel, I ain’t. Not even Tiny Tim! Or “Uptown Girl” meets Miss Vicki and hilarity ensues.

16 Monday Apr 2012

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Ah, the infamous kitchen parties with which I was to become intimately familiar and soon. Like now!?

I meet Gerard over at Red’s, of course and where else?, and we go over to his house and have a beer before we head to the kitchen party and start to get serious about this. If there is ever an Olympic event for partying, the gold and silver medals go to Australians and Newfoundlanders – and not necessarily in that order.

A kitchen party is a rather organic happening. They spring up quickly, not like a flash mob though, and everyone goes. It is a most democratic event. You come, you bring food and/or drink, you talk, joke, tell outrageous stories, sing, dance maybe, and have a hell of a good time. They start sometime in the evening, there is no official start time, just as there is no official or expected finish time. They’ve been know to go to 6 or 7 in the morning! That is a lot of food, drink, socializing, etc. This will be perfect material for my book. I’ll be photographing all night!

We arrive and a drink is promptly inserted into my unsuspecting but not unwilling hand. Toasts are made. Let’s get this party started!

What I did not know, or what my trusty “guide books” failed to tell me of, is that if one is attending a kitchen party, then they have the responsibility of singing a song, telling a story or jokes, playing a musical instrument, or performing any such sort of entertainment of which they are capable – inebriated or not! Inebriated generally makes for a much more lively performance, or so it seems.

I’m not Billy Joel by a long shot. (diggz.org)

I don’t really sing. Not even in the shower. I don’t play an instrument unless you count the stereo. I did not know these folks well enough to tell some of the jokes I might, though I suspect they would have appreciated some of them very much. From my previous trip to Newfoundland, I had picked up some CD’s of local music and had miraculously learned a few of the songs! “Do you know ‘Rant and Roar’? ” I ask. They respond, “y’mean the ‘Ryans and the Pittman’s?’ ” “Yes! That’s it” We both launch into the song, not really performing together, style is not as important as enthusiasm here, and we finish – both with appreciation: me for getting through it; them for me not singing any longer.

I’m not even Tiny Tim, but probably closer to him. (lyrics.wikia.com)

As the night wore on, some of the party’ers were asking if I was able to understand Gerard’s speaking. I told them yes, I was, pretty much able to. I did mention Jimmy, the suspicious drinker at Red’s, and I could understand almost nothing he said. This brought on tons of laughs as someone responded to me: “That’s OK. No one understands Jimmy!” And here I thought it was just me.

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Losing my religion… not exactly.

09 Monday Apr 2012

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It’s Sunday morning. I had my coffee, it’s just grey outside, too early for Red’s (do they open on Sunday?), too early for most things after a kitchen party.

So I’m wandering around on a rather quiet morning and notice a small but steady stream of people walking towards something. To where? I’ll follow in my stealth photographer’s mode, trying not to let my cameras hit against each other too loudly and give my surveillance away. Why look, they must be god-fearing folks as they’re all going to church. Some turn around and see me. So much for being unobtrusive.

“How will you know them?” Courtesy Anglican Mainstream

So, hi-ho, hi-ho, I guess it’s off to church I go. A little church never hurt anyone, right? I follow them in and sit in the back as appropriate for a camera-toting reprobate such as myself. I did say it was grey outside. It was even greyer inside. This was looking like one of the older chapters of the Canadian AARP. It appears the younger Rameans have other things to do on Sunday morning. Like recovering from kitchen parties maybe?

It was a large, beautiful, old church, the kind one might find in fishing villages anywhere. But because of the lack of fishing and the loss of population, it was operating on a much smaller budget. In the winter, when I was there, they would close the main floor with the sanctuary in order to save money on heat. Consequently, they worshiped on a ground level meeting room. It was pretty standard Anglican fare. Nothing terribly unfamiliar, but none of the awe-inspiring trappings usually associated with a lot of churches. Come to think of it, it reminded me of many of the churches I’d seen in New England – plain, austere, and somewhat spartan.

The church members, being Newfoundlanders (obviously!), were all friendly but somewhat reserved. Q: Who comes to church with cameras on them? A: I do. That’s not exactly what people expect to find when they go their house of worship. (God is watching and he sent me to get proof!)

I stayed around a bit after the service and spoke with some members as well of the minister. She was a very busy woman. On alternating Sundays, she preached at the Catholic Church elsewhere on the island. I hope she never got her liturgy confused – might upset some of the folk, you know.

Like other times while in Newfoundland you would meet the same person again, I would run into her again, but elsewhere. It is a small world, but Ramea makes it even smaller.

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Kicking back at Red’s Lounge, meeting the locals, being told where to go (in the nicest way possible, this is Newfoundland after all), and having my first beer in Ramea. Part 1.

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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When traveling, one of the best ways to get the feel, the flavor, and the social climate of a new locale is to visit the local watering hole. And on Ramea. the best one is Red’s Lounge. Red’s being the best bar/lounge is not only my opinion, it’s also the opinion of all the locals and they should know. It wins hands down and the reason is quite simple – it’s the only bar on Ramea. And though it’s the only pub on the island, it’s not open everyday or all hours. The owner works at an oil company and that job comes first. Priorities – we all have them but I wish his matched mine better.

As in my trip to Fogo Island a week earlier, I needed to get to know the “powers-that-be” in Ramea. Since whoever wore the mantle of he/she-that-counts-as-the-big-cheese-or-poobah-of-the-island was not to be found, I did the next best thing. I went to Red’s. it was lunchtime after all and the light wouldn’t be good until 2:00 PM. Ahhh, the life of the photographer!

Certainly in an outport/island such as Ramea, a stranger stands out even if they’re not in a bar. As in the TV show “Cheers”, everyone knows your name and it wasn’t long before almost everyone knew mine. Hell, you walk into any place with cameras dangling all over you and people look up and take notice.

Before long, maybe at least two or three minutes(!), I was being “interrogated” by the locals. Actually, befriended is a much, much better description but not as humorous. The first of my “interrogators”, sorry,that’s friends, was Gerard. Gerard, born and raised on Ramea, was thrilled to have someone new to talk with. As in any bar anywhere, it’s the same people and the same stories, over and over again. I was going to be entertainment or least a source of new stories. Hey, their stories were new to me! That should count for something.

  So, over a beer or two, maybe three of the locally brewed Quidi Vidi variety, Gerard filled me on all the poop. Who was who in the bar, what people did, local color, etc. For me, he was a font of information – some of it was useful immediately, some not until later that day, but I was not to know that at the time. However, Red’s was to become my base of local operations for the time I would be there. In the meantime, I would need to get outside to photograph while the light was getting better. It turned out that they had a hell of lot more beer left than I did light.

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Enter the Wanderer with apologies to Bruce Lee…

22 Thursday Mar 2012

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Sounds sort of like a bad Bruce Lee film, doesn’t it? But, there are no flying fists, no crouching tigers, no leaping lizards, none of that stuff…just good old Newfoundland and its’ people.

I’m now ensconced on the small island of Ramea and have started to walk around the island, it IS small, and photograph. One of the first things I noticed on the ferry on my way in, is a collapsed fish processing plant, a fishery. It collapsed physically, but it is as good as any symbol of what has happened to the fishing industry. I could not have asked for a better opportunity to illustrate what has happened here. But Ramea is so much more than that, though its’ fate remains so tied to it.

Rendering of a fishery.

As  I mentioned earlier, one passes through a beautiful archipelago on the way in. It was so unexpected as to create a disconnect. “Hello, that number you’re calling is no longer in service.” That’s how I felt. In my modest research over the years, I believed that one found archipelagos in Japan, Indonesia, Scotland even. But Newfoundland, really? Oh, yeah. Yes, Toto, this isn’t Kansas anymore.

Ramea itself is a small, quaint even, little island if not for the oil tank graveyard I was currently photographing. I’ll tell you right now though, there are no photographs of those in this part of this journey. While I tip-toed around the tanks, respectfully trying not to wake them, I came up on a local who in true Newfoundland tradition was more than happy to talk with me. He gave me a little current history of the island and some recommendations: there was an ocean walk to take – check; don’t miss the wind turbine farm – check; Red’s Lounge – check and double check (can’t miss that!); the Anglican Church – check, but on Sunday of course; supermarket – check; and other places that were meaningless to me at the time.

I was into my wandering big time now. As I’ve written earlier, there I was taking pictures of nothing and really loving it.

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Abducted by sea turtles AND the talk of the town.

19 Monday Mar 2012

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With all apologies to the bard (Ramea, O’ Ramea, where art thou O’ Ramea?), Ramea is a small island off the southern coast of Newfoundland and I arrived safely on the good ship (well, ferry) Gallipoli. For those who may be history minded, Gallipoli is the name of a horrible battle in World War I in which allied soldiers were brutally massacred because of an incredibly dumb decision. It was also a movie starring the then uncontroversial and better-looking actor Mel Gibson. And Gallipoli was the boat of which I just got off! Should I have read something into that? Time enough to ponder as I’ll be getting back on it to return to the Newfoundland mainland in a few days.

Approaching Ramea, one travels though a beautiful though unexpected archipelago. It was a wonderful greeting. The only thing missing were giant sea turtles, but for all I knew they may have been laying in wait to ambush me and make mock-Bruce soup. Hey, it could happen.

This was going to be very cool. Ramea is a very small island, populated by about 600 people. At it’s peak in the early 1970′s, it had about double that, but when the fish were gone, half the populace followed. Yet, it holds on. There is a music festival, like so many other Newfoundland outports, in August. And there are a number of outdoor activities in which one can indulge. The electricity is furnished by a small wind turbine farm. OK, so much for the Chamber of Commerce business.

As I’ve come to learn and appreciate and obsessively seek out, the best activity of all in Newfoundland is talking and partying with Newfoundlanders, everywhere! And that more than anything would define this part of the journey. Oh, the photographs would be taken. And with the certainty of only those of the pure of heart and who sleep like babies, I knew they would be good. I didn’t really, I hoped they would be good. But I’m rambling. The beer would be drunk, but not I, oh, no! Moose what would be eaten. Sorry, Squirrel. More on that later,

I checked into the B&B on Ramea, unpacked, and then started out on which was to be my newest adventure. Without giving too much away, must be frugal with my words here, I was to see clothes-lines, coffins, windmills, hand-painted signs, a bar, so much more and unbeknownst to me at the time, become the talk of the island.

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Me and Homer….no, not Simpson!

12 Monday Mar 2012

Posted by Bruce Meisterman in Food, Geography, Observations, Travel

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Now that I’d returned to the mainland which is Newfoundland proper, I was to head to the southern coast of Newfoundland to catch another ferry to another island. Yeah, yeah, I know…

(Courtesy Terry’s Bayside Getaway)

But, I had a lot a traveling to do in front of me. First south, then west, then southeast, and then finally south again until I reached where I would spend the night before getting on the boat. And that would take the entire day. A very long day. Aw c’mon, this can’t be the way to Burgeo, can it?

Before I proceed with this retelling of Homer’s Odyssey, let me recap some earlier posts for background material. First, Newfoundland is big…damn big. Secondly, much of it is still wild without a lot of settlement on it save for the coasts. Third, there aren’t many places to stop for food, directions, or even meaningless conversations over coffee. When you do find a place, make sure you get some take along food and drink, anything. For me it was chocolate-covered cookies and water. Did I mention it’s big? Fourth, where you can stop will probably have the most bizarre collection of chips available, that you might not want to sample unless you’ll be near a toilet. Fifth, while the maps are quite accurate, nothing prepares you for the enormous space similar to going what Australians call their Outback but here is just out there and out there are absolutely no kangaroos. Sorry, Mate! Hopefully you get the picture. I did mention it’s big, didn’t I?

This is the first time I’d be traveling in Newfoundland without a view of the sea nearby and that’s a bit disconcerting. All my previous travels here have never been far away from water and I’m missing the outports and all their character and stories.

Just brush, bogs, some trees, and a lot of rock. (Courtesy Natural Resources Canada)

While the original intent for my book “Arn? Narn?” was to be an exploration of isolation, nothing had prepared me for this. This part of the island is rugged and almost barren; more rock than brush, some trees, many bogs, few seen moose or caribou, and lonely, very lonely. There was no radio reception out here and I was grateful for the working cd player. And because it was so remote, beyond what the odometer told me, I had no real idea of where I was going. Friends have also told me that, but I digress. And the cookies were running perilously low. If I was going to find my way back, I would probably need them for crumbs to leave a trail.

Onward I drove. From Fogo though Birchy Bay, Norris Arm, to Deer Lake through to Pasadena (no I couldn’t have traveled that far!) then Corner Brook, right hand turn at Barachois Pond Provincial Park into Burgeo, my resting place for the night. Well over 650 miles this day. Resting place indeed. Try crash and burn and wake me next year place. But I won’t need any more cookies for this part of the trip, oh no, – I’m going on another boat! Maybe some Dramamine though.

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