March 7, 2015

We walked to the Plaza del Mercado in Santurce the other day, from Condado. We walked under the highway bridge carrying the highway Expreso Roman Baldorioty de Castro. That highway carries traffic to and from Old San Juan, in an east-west direction.

It is often the case that bridge walls serve as canvases for the local artists. The image below demonstrates the size of some of these works.

Art on bridge wall in Santurce, March 2015.

I like the running motif with the gaily colored shoes. I’m not sure what the head to the right is all about – is he an artist, looking for a space to show his talent?

I was particularly taken by a series of more or less black and white images to the right (downhill) from the purported artist. Our friend Thomas had seen a documentary about the artist, and said he was the same person who had created the iguanoid creature I wrote about in an earlier post (see Street Art I). Unfortunately, Thomas did not remember his/her name. Perhaps some reader can provide me that information.

In any case, here are four images of his (her?) work.

I cleaned up the images in Adobe Photoshop® by fiddling with the contrast, and removing what I took to be streaks caused by running paint. See for example the streak on the left leg on the last image – it extended a bit further down. In fact, here is the unretouched version for comparison.

What do you think?

By the way, the smiling shark is from a wall panel on Calle Canal as we walked up towards the Plaza del Mercado. I wonder if Shark Number 9 was the inspiration for Left Shark, of Super Bowl fame.

February 24, 2015

A left port yesterday morning. I saw her on the high seas from a fifteenth floor apartment in a building in Condado. We have had a series of high surf warnings, and so it is possible the ocean was a bit rough yesterday. If so, it did not seem to affect A – she moved through the water very smoothly, from what I could observe. She arrived in late December, and had been tied up at Pier 16 ever since, with little or no activity around her. I once noticed three or four crew members mopping the deck, and another time there was some kind of lift allowing the crew to work on a window from the dock.

A at sea, February 23, 2015.

I’m not sure where A was going. She was headed east, towards the US Virgin Islands, and the nearer Puerto Rican islands of Culebra and Vieques. Of course, she may have been heading to Casablanca, or Gibraltar. She did look spectacular in the morning sun.

A came back into port in the late afternoon – it was just a day trip. I watched her come into the harbor and then down the channel in back of our building. She, as before, did a 180 degree turn and backed down to Pier 16. Here are some images of A coming down the channel.

 Mr. Andrey Milinchenko, if you are reading this post, I must tell you how very disappointed I am in you. OK, so three months may have been too much to ask to use A – even though it has been sitting at the dock doing nothing. But a day trip – now that would have been nice. Some caviar and ice cold Stoli – think about it the next time you take her for a little spin.

For more information see my earlier post A Came into Port.

December 20, 2014

Santa Claus came to Parc Luis Munoz Rivera last Saturday. He arrived, not in a sleigh with reindeers, but rather atop an off-road vehicle. His vehicle was escorted by about fifty other jeeps, land rovers, and the like, most of which were equipped with sirens. As Santa approached, the sirens sounded like emergency vehicles responding to a ten alarm fire. I did not anticipate any of this and thus failed to get a picture of Santa sitting in his beach chair on top of a Land Rover.

Santa Claus in Parc Luis Munoz Rivera, December 2014. He is in front of the vehicle he rode in on.

Here are images of some of his escort vehicles.

Again, there were about fifty off-road vehicles, most of which had emergency sounding sirens at full volume.

I noticed, later in the afternoon, heavy traffic heading into Old San Juan, so much so that the buses were gummed up by being caught in the traffic. It was a beautiful night (what a surprise!) and so I decided to investigate.

Another beautiful late afternoon in Old San Juan.

I waited for a bus which, when it came, was standing room. We get caught in traffic before the bus terminal and so the driver let everyone off just below the Capitol. It was an easy walk to the waterfront in the new park, to the east of the piers in Old San Juan.

There were thousands of people there, and it was impossible to get close to the water’s edge. This was the night of the San Juan Yacht Club’s annual Christmas parade. About 100 yachts, all equipped with Christmas lights, lighted figures, and sound systems playing Christmas music, paraded down the channel from the marina, and then returned passing close the edge of the waterfront park. An announcer from the club described and named each boat as it passed a reviewing stand. While I could not understand a lot of what was said, I did hear him describe one yacht as having a theme of a Jurassic Park Christmas. I had to hold my camera over my head to try to get an image or two. This did not work very well, as the images below prove.

Two very poor images of the San Juan Yacht Club’s annual Christmas parade.

I was so disappointed with these poor results that I spent the rest of the night at the Douglas Pub. At least I got invited to their Christmas party.

The next night, Sunday, I walked across the bridge into Condado. I did not have my camera with me, which was a shame since there was a parade of decorated bicycles through the heart of that part of San Juan. Most of the bikes, mountain bikes and BMX types mostly, had Christmas lights strung along the frame. Some even had, I’m not sure how, lights intertwined within the spokes of the wheels. A few of the bikes were equipped with boom boxes playing Christmas music. The San Juan police motorcycle escort added to the ambience with their blue flashing lights.

There are Christmas lights and decorations all over San Juan. Last night, in Plaza d’Armes, the Marshalls store had dancers as their window display. I wonder what it is like to dance in a Christmas present costume. I bet it is hot. Here are some images from around the city.

Finally, Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays to all who read this missive.

November 20, 2014

The Royal Navy was back in port, for an overnight visit. The HMS Argyll, a Type 23 frigate, was docked at Pier 1. The Argyll is a Duke Class frigate, with all 13 of the ships in the class named after Dukedoms. Three Type 23s have been sold to Chile so it is possible I’ll see a Chilean version at some point.

The HMS Argyll docked at Pier 1, San Juan, November 2014

The Type 23s were under design as the Falklands War occurred, and the original designs were modified based on lessons learned from that conflict. They were originally envisioned as anti-submarine ships, with towed sonars to locate the subs, and helicopters to destroy them. As originally designed, the frigates had no on-board air defense missiles – anti-air support was to have been supplied by fleet oilers accompanying the frigates while at sea. The frigates were redesigned to carry Viper missiles to protect against low-flying aircraft (i.e., Argentine Skyhawks) and anti-ship missiles like the Exocet.

This seems a good idea to me. If I were at sea, in a frigate, hunting submarines, I would not want some pukes on an oiler trying to protect me from Exocets. Way too much room for error. To illustrate the point: In March of this year, the Argyll accidentally launched a torpedo. Fortunately, it was unarmed and the incident caused more embarrassment than damage.

You would think firing torpedoes by accident is a rare occurrence, and it probably is. I know of one other instance. The Fletcher class destroyer, USS William D Porter fired a live torpedo at the new battleship, USS Iowa, in November 1943, during a live fire exercise. The Porter was escorting the Iowa to North Africa, and the battleship was carrying President Franklin D Roosevelt, Secretary of State Cordell Hull, the Chiefs of Staff and other dignitaries off to meet with Churchill and Stalin in Cairo and Teheran. Roosevelt, long an admirer of all things naval, asked to have his wheelchair pushed to the port side so he could observe the torpedo. His Secret Service agent, ever alert, pulled his pistol as a means to protect him, proving that agency’s troubles may not be as recent as we have been led to believe. The Iowa was able to increase speed; the torpedo passed astern and exploded harmlessly in her turbulent wake.

The Porter was ordered to Bermuda and the whole ships company arrested, thinking the torpedo may have been an assassination attempt. The investigation showed the firing was an accident, and the Porter was ordered to the Aleutians. While there, she managed to fire a live 5 inch shell, by accident of course, towards the base commander’s official residence.  Whenever she entered port, other Navy ships would signal her: “Don’t shoot. We’re Republicans.” Her short career came to an end when she was sunk by a kamikaze off Okinawa in June of 1945. Perhaps my Dad, on Okinawa at the time, heard of the sinking.

I would have thought one of more of the Dukes of Argyll would have been famous military commanders. That does not seem to be the case. The Duke of Argyll is traditionally associated with one of the most powerful noble Scottish clans, and the Duke is known by other titles, including Earl of Argyl, Earl Campbell and Cowall, Viscount Lochow and Glenyla, Lord Campbell, Lord Lorne, Lord Kintyre, Lord Inveraray, Mull, Mover and Tiry’, Baron Hamilton of Hameldon and Baron Sundridge. His son and heir is traditionally known as the Marquess of Kintyre and Lorne. None of these names, at least according to my cursory research on the topic, is associated with British military endeavors of any note.

Maybe the HMS Argyll was named after a famous British warship, like Jellicoe’s flagship at the Battle of Jutland, the Iron Duke, the namesake of another Type 23 frigate. The current HMS Argyll is the third ship to bear that name. The first, a ship of the line, was launched in 1722, and, after a short, undistinguished career, was sunk in 1748 as a breakwater. The second was launched in 1904, a Devonshire class armored cruiser, but sunk after running aground on Bell Rock in the foam and froth of the Firth of Forth.

Perhaps this is why the current HMS Argyll has not been modernized to the standards of some of her fellow Type 23s, and is therefore relegated to less demanding naval tasks. For example, on her current deployment, she is doing, with the assistance of the US Coast Guard, anti-narcotic patrols. According to the rather breathless Royal Navy press releases (what ever happened to British understatement?), complete with pictures, she has stopped two vessels and confiscated more than 20 million pounds (currency, not weight) worth of cocaine. She also, in September of this year, called at Baltimore to participate in the celebrations of the 200^th anniversary of the writing of The Star Spangled Banner.

The Baltimore port call shows the Royal Navy at its very best. What other of the world’s navies would send a ship to help celebrate a poem written to commemorate a defeat of her armed forces? That would be like the US sending an aircraft carrier to Tokyo to celebrate Pearl Harbor Day.

To be fair, the British did have a pretty good run in 1814. The end of the Napoleonic and the Peninsular Wars allowed the transfer of seasoned veterans to the North American theater. In August, under the command of General Robert Ross and Admiral Alexander Cochrane, the British unleashed their new strategy – attack in the Chesapeake region to relieve pressure on the outlying areas. The British came ashore in Benedict, Maryland, defeated a rapidly assembled American militia, and proceeded to march into and burn and loot Washington.

Ross and Cochrane next turned their attention to Baltimore. Cochrane led the ineffectual bombardment (rockets’ red glare, bombs bursting in air, and all that stuff) of Fort McHenry, while Ross was killed by American sharpshooters during the Battle of North Point, the failed land invasion of Baltimore. Ross’s body, preserved in a barrel of Jamaican rum, was eventually interred in Halifax, Nova Scotia. That was surely a waste of good rum – what were the British thinking?

The British embarked and retreated by sea, out the Chesapeake Bay, into the Atlantic, around Key West, into the Gulf of Mexico, and up the Mississippi River to New Orleans, where they were gobsmacked by Major General Andrew Jackson and the American forces there.

Cochrane once again led the naval forces, while Major General Edward Pakenham, brother-in-law to the Duke of Wellington, replaced Ross and commanded the British army.

There was apparently some tension between Cochrane and Pakenham. According to legend, Pakenham at one point asked for more help from the fleet. Cochrane refused, saying the troops had already received more than was needed, and that he (Cochrane) would put his sailors ashore if need be to make his point.

In the event, the British assault on the American fortifications was poorly executed. A flanking maneuver failed to arrive on time when the canal Cochrane’s sailors were digging collapsed. The assaulting troops forgot (!) the ladders and fascines needed to breach the earthen defensive works. Pakenham died of grapeshot wounds. The Americans held off the British, who eventually withdrew. In his eulogy of Pakenham, Wellington blamed Cochrane for the defeat at New Orleans.

In 1958, Jimmy Driftwood wrote The Battle of New Orleans, which was recorded by Johnny Horton and named Billboard’s best song of 1959. It is written from the perspective of a foot soldier, and some of the lyrics include:

We looked down the river and we seen the British come,
An there must have been a hundred of them beatin on the drum.
They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring,
We stood beside our cotton bails & didn’t say a thing.

So, the military failures of Cochrane and Ross, and then Pakenham, led to the creation of two iconic American songs.

Now that is something to celebrate.

For more information, see Wikipedia entries for HMS Argyll, Duke of Argyll, William D. Porter, General Robert Ross, Admiral Alexander Cochrane, Major General Edward Pakenham, Battle of New Orleans.

I find the Royal Navy site interesting and informative: http://www.royalnavy.mod.uk/

November 13, 2014

The winds have shifted. I’ve been here two weeks now, and the prevailing winds are now from the northeast, off the Atlantic. When I first arrived, the winds were from the south, from the Caribbean. The difference is palpable.

The northeast winds are of course the trade winds. If you think about these winds from a meteorological perspective, they are the prevailing pattern of easterly surface winds found in the tropics. They strengthen or weaken based of the status of the North Atlantic Oscillation, the fluctuations in air pressure over the Azores (relatively high) and Iceland (relatively low).

The trade winds typically weaken and move north in the summer. Sunsets in Florida are redder in the summer, less so in the winter. The opposite is true here –dust from North Africa carried by the trades cause this. Drought conditions in North Africa create more dust and more dramatic sunsets. My maternal grandmother, a New Englander born and bred, used to say, when she saw a red sunset:

                                                Red sky in the morning

                                                Sailors take warning.

                                                Red sky at night

                                                Sailors delight.

Perhaps she was thinking of trade winds and North African dust when she taught me this.

The trades of course carried the Europeans across the Atlantic in the Age of Discovery. The sailing ships – Portuguese caravels, Spanish galleons, French nefs, Dutch fregats, British men-o-war – sailed south along the Iberian Peninsula and along the North African coast. This was often the most difficult part of the journey – ships could be becalmed for days or weeks before moving far enough south to get to the zone of consistent winds. Once there, they scooted across the Atlantic, carrying their cargoes of guns and germs, and, later, slaves. They returned by means of the Gulf Stream and the anti-trades. Perhaps I’ll visit those topics in another letter.

Caribbean air is warmer, more humid, almost steamy, hazier than North Atlantic air. Convective storms are common, with sometimes spectacular lightning displays. Historically, the average daytime high temperatures in San Juan drop almost five degrees during November, as the trade winds take hold, and rise by about that much in April, when the trades move north, allowing the Caribbean air to once again dominate. I wonder if and how plant life here adapts to these, to us, subtle changes in humidity, temperature and day length. I do know there is one tree that flowers, a bright red showy flower, only in February. I’ll have to do some research on that, starting by trying to learn the name of the tree.

But wait, you say: The trades blow over an ocean – doesn’t the air mass get saturated with water vapor? There are, after all, rain forests in Puerto Rico, aren’t there? Why are there no convective storms, thunder, lightning, associated with the trades?

Great question. It turns out the trades have an inversion layer, at about 10,000 feet, that prevents clouds from rising to create convective storms. You can actually observe this. Note the cloud structure the next time you fly into San Juan. Observe the clouds over the sea. You’ll be at about 35,000 feet, and the clouds will look like popcorn, all capped at the height of the inversion layer. Scattered showers for sure, but no thunderstorms.

So, it seems the weather pattern here has shifted to winter mode, and at just about the same time Croghan, Syracuse, Utica, Rochester got their first snowfall.

Neat, eh?

The images show the effects of the nice clear air. They were taken from Punta Escambron, looking east, along Condado and beyond. The first starts right at the end of Condado and you can see, on the horizon to the left, all the way to Punta Cangrejos and, to the extreme left, Isla La Cancora,  beyond Isla Verde, almost to Pinones.

The second, at a different scale, shows the Condado Vanderbilt on the right. Last year, the two buildings were a salmon color –they’ve been repainted to the off white you see here. The Marriot, in central Condado, is a bit to the left, the square building with red letters on top. The salmon colored building to the left, in the last group of high rise buildings, is Condado del Mar, where we stayed on our second trip to Puerto Rico. Ocean Park is the area with no high rises; Isla Verde begins beyond that.

See the Wikipedia entry for Trade Winds for more information.

November 15, 2014

I’ve been thinking about concrete lately. Concrete is of course the preeminent construction material of our time. Every day I see concrete being poured somewhere nearby, at intersections being reconstructed in Old San Juan, along the roadway by Playa Escambron as bicycle lanes are installed. As quickly as it is being poured, it is being jackhammered (as along the roadway in back of our building) or ripped (as along the sidewalk across from El Hamburger) out in other places Our friend Mario probably had activities like this in mind when, one morning over coffee at the kiosco, he said Puerto Ricans were good at growing concrete.

Sidewalk across street from El Hamburger.

Concrete is an interesting material, with a long history. It is really three things mixed together – an aggregate of some sort, a cementing material, and water. The Assyrians and Babylonians used sand as the aggregate and clay as the cement. The English engineer John Smeaton invented the first modern concrete in the late 1700s when he created a concrete that hardened under water. His material was used for, among other things, locks in canals, and probably helped make the Erie Canal possible.  – I know the engineers who built Clinton’s Ditch based their designs on English practice.

Joseph Aspdin, an English bricklayer, mixed clay and ground chalk (limestone, really) in a kiln and produced a cement that, when mixed with aggregate and water, produced a concrete much stronger than previous concoctions. Aspdin’s 1824 discovery, now known as Portland cement, remains the basis for current cement mixes. In 1849, Joseph Monier used wire mesh to reinforce concrete to make more durable flowerpots. He was at the time the gardener in charge of the orangery at the Tuileries Gardens, near the Louvre, and had to move the orange trees into and out of the greenhouses every year. He was looking for something more durable than clay (brittle) or wood (subject to decay), the materials of choice at the time.

Monier’s early successes with his pots led him to start a business which eventually used iron-reinforced concrete (chimenti et fer, to him) for pipes, water storage tanks, stairways, and other structures.

A water storage tank designed by Joseph Monier and constructed from chimenti et fer. Circa 1890.

Monier’s business had its ups and downs. He displayed his creations at the Paris Exposition in 1867 and received his first of several patents. He became estranged from his first son who started a competing company; his second son died in a construction accident, when he fell off a scaffold. Napoleon III, in 1870, started the disastrous Franco-Prussian War. Monier’s business was destroyed by a Prussian bombardment, and his horses were stolen and slaughtered for food. He restored his business after the war, generated several more patents, all of which he sold to foreign interests for one-time fees. His construction company went bankrupt in 1890 and he lived in retirement, hounded by tax collectors convinced he was getting royalties from his foreign patents.

Monier’s marriage of iron and concrete was propitious. Concrete is strong in compression (pushing forces), weak in tension (pulling forces); iron just the opposite.  Concrete and iron (later steel) – yin and yang, light and dark, Apollo and Dionysius, Cadmus and Harmonia, push and pull, tension and compression – combine to make a material that is strong, durable, and relatively easy to manipulate.

Robert Maillart’s Salginatobel Bridge, circa 1930.

David Billington, a civil engineering professor at Princeton, is interested in the process by which new technologies are incorporated into engineering practice. He has written on dams (Grand Coulee, Hoover)and the New Deal, thin shell concrete structures, and, germane to this letter, the adoption of cast iron and reinforced concrete (Monier’s chimenti et fer) into late 19^th and early 20^th century construction. His book The Tower and the Bridge describes the transition in terms of opportunities for thinking about structures as forms of public art. Billington moves from the Tower (as in Eifel) to the Bridge (as in Roebling’s Brooklyn) and then to a series of Swiss bridges made of reinforced concrete as examples of structural art. The Swiss, apparently, procure bridges by a less cumbersome process than most countries, allowing their engineers room to be creative in their use of new materials. Billington focused much of his attention on the works of Robert Maillart and his followers.

Why these thoughts on concrete, you ask? Great question. The Shi Long Ling came into port the other day and docked at Pier 14, below our balcony. Unlike most ships entering port here, she was empty, riding high, her bulbous bow almost completely out of water, CHINA SHIPPING BULKER on her side. Puerto Cabella, Venezuela had been her most recent port of call. I have no idea what type of cargo she discharged there. By the way, a bulker is a ship that carries cargo that has to be loaded and unloaded by the ship’s cranes, unlike, for example, tankers and container ships. Compare the Shi Long Ling to the loaded Pacific Basin freighter entering port.

The Shi Long Ling at Pier 14, Port of San Juan, 11/13/2014.

A loaded bulk freighter entering port, 11/14/14. Compare to the empty Shi Long Ling. This ship, the Daiwan Wisdom, may be carrying Portland cement manufactured in Spain

I had been wondering what the piled material next to the pier was. Another ship had docked at Pier 14 last week and discharged a partial load of steel. The fork lifts had to dance their way around the material to stack the steel into neat piles, only to be reloaded onto flatbed trucks.

Stacks of steel rods, Pier 14, November 13, 2014. Note the flatbed truck being loaded with the steel rods.

Now, I’m sure the steel rods are for reinforced concrete, the fer in chimenti et fer. A ship discharging steel arrives in port about every two months, by my informal observations, and most of the steel is in the form of these rebars, as they are inelegantly called – they are after all rods, and not bars. The rebars are trucked to construction sites around the island and, I suspect, transshipped, in smaller vessels, to Caribbean Islands lacking substantial port facilities.

OK, the piled material. It turns out it is concrete, huge chunks of concrete rubble, perhaps from highways or buildings, and the Shi Long Ling is being loaded with it. This is quite a process. First, the front end loaders moved piles of what appears to be sand ship side. You can see one of the piles beneath the S in CHINA SHIPPING BULKER in the image of her. The ship’s cranes lifted it into each of the four holds. Next, the loaders brought buckets of the rubble ship side, which the ship’s cranes lift into the prepared holds. This has been going on for three days now.

This was a truly Sisyphean task. A parade of trucks carrying more rubble arrived, causing the pile to enlarge even while the ship was being loaded. It is as if the rubble was in storage, ready to pounce on the first ship to come take it away.

Apparatus used to lift concrete rubble into the bulk transport ship Shi Long Ling.

Who would want concrete rubble, and why? It turns out concrete can be recycled. It is crushed into appropriate particle sizes, and the crushed product is used as aggregate in new concrete mixes, replacing virgin aggregate. By one estimate, 140 million tons (!) of concrete are recycled each year, in the US alone. Using recycled concrete as aggregate apparently results in a concrete product that weighs 10-15% less than concrete made with virgin aggregate, and can cut waste landfill disposal costs, among other alleged benefits

I don’t know where the Shi Long Ling will go next, with her load of concrete rubble for recycling. China? Back to Venezuela? Perhaps one of these days I’ll get on the web and research commodity flows, specifically concrete rubble.

So, the activities I’ve been watching in the port, the steel rebars and the concrete to be recycled, all relate back to the efforts of a Parisian gardener trying to protect his orange trees.

Who knew?

References:

Billington, David. The Tower and the Bridge: The New Art of Structural Engineering. Princeton University Press, 1985.

See Wikipedia entries for concrete, cement, Robert Maillart, and Joseph Monier for more information.

November 11, 2014

Two warships entered port Saturday morning for port calls. They are still here as of this morning. Although one is Royal Navy, and the other Brazilian, they share some history.

Almirante Saboia (G 25) is a Brazilian amphibious landing ship. It is docked at the pier along the channel in back of our building. You can make out vehicles on her deck in the attached image. I have no idea why the Brazilian navy needs ships of this type – is Brazil planning an assault on Key West? The Canary Islands? Perhaps, thinking more benevolently, the ship is a floating storehouse of supplies to aid victims of natural disasters, hurricanes, tsunamis and the like.

Almirante Saboia began life with the Royal Navy, and was commissioned in 1970 as Sir Bedivere (L3004). I’m not sure if her namesake is the Knight from the Round Table, or the Monty Python character. In any case, she seems to have had a rather charmed life. She supported the amphibious operations in the Falklands War, and in fact avoided damage when a bomb dropped by an Argentine Skyhawk glanced off her side and failed to detonate. She was moored in the San Carlos Water at the time. By the way, John McCain was flying a Skyhawk from the USS Oriskany when he was shot down over Hanoi in October, 1967.

The Sir Bedivere also supported operations in the Persian Gulf, British interventions in Sierra Leone, and operations off Somalia, among others. She was stricken from the fleet, refitted, and transferred to the Brazilian navy in 2009. She is named after a Brazilian admiral, most likely not at all associated with any Round Table.

HMS Dragon (D45) is the fourth of six Daring class anti-aircraft escort vessels. They are the newest ships in the Royal Navy and, a sure sign of the times, are the first to have gender-neutral berthing for the crew. She was commissioned in April, 2012. Some websites like to point out that these ships are superior in anti-aircraft capability as compared to the US Navy’s Aegis class guided missile cruisers. This, while probably true, seems a bit specious – the first Aegis class cruiser (the USS Ticonderoga) entered service in 1981. Nancy Reagan had the honor of smashing the champagne bottle on her bow. Nancy had probably consulted with her astrologer prior to the event.

I thought I might have run into some of these sailors while on my out and about but I have not. They are probably in the museums and not the seedy places I hang out. Of course, I haven’t been on Calle Loiza since the ships came into port. Maybe they’re all there, at some establishment or another.

For more information see Wikipedia entries for HMS Dragon, Almirante Saboia, and Sir Bedivere.

January 6, 2015

It is Three Kings Day in Puerto Rico or, as they say here, Dia de Los Tres Reyes Magos. There are images, statues, lighted displays and other sorts of representations of the Magi all over the city. It is a holiday, and families often exchange gifts on this day rather than Christmas. Children leave baskets with grass for the kings’ camels under their beds, and find presents from them in the morning.

By tradition, the three kings are Gaspar, Balthasar, and Melchior. The biblical account of their visit neither names nor provides a number of magi. The gifts –gold, frankincense and myrrh –are enumerated and the three kings come from the assumption that it was one gift per king. And the word kings is recent – in biblical terms, they were referred to as magi -wise men, which could mean elders, sorcerers, astrologers, or other revered individuals.

According to the biblical account, the Magi followed a star, and Christmas trees often have a star on top in honor of that tradition. By judicious use of Newton’s Laws, archaeo-astronomers can recreate the skies over the Middle East around the time of Christ’s birth, and make guesses as to what the star might have been. Leading candidates are planetary conjunctions, especially of Jupiter, and Saturn, in Pisces, and then Jupiter, Saturn and Mars, again in or near Pisces. There were actually three conjunctions of Jupiter and Saturn over a period of several months – a truly notable event, since the triple conjunction in Pisces happens about once every 900 years. Other theories include a supernova (which would be a random event, and not amenable to a Newton’s Law analysis) and a comet, again a random event unless the orbit of the comet has since been elucidated. See http:// www.astronomynotes.com/history/bethlehem-star.html for a more complete discussion of these ideas.

That Newton’s Laws can be used in this manner illustrates perfectly what Alexander Pope had in mind when he wrote:

                                    Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night:

                                    God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

Pope wrote this in 1730, in Epitaph. Intended for Sir Isaac Newton, In Westminster Abbey.

Newton, when he was alive, and before his brain became addled with quicksilver, would have given credit to Tycho Brae and Johannes Kepler for their careful observations and, in Kepler’s case, synthesis. Kepler published his three laws of planetary motion in 1609; Newton was able to derive them starting with his Laws of Motion and his Universal Law of Gravitation, in 1687. These types of calculations have become the basis for modern astronomy, at least as far as orbital motions are concerned.

I think this excellent example of collaboration should be celebrated in verse, and hereby propose:

                                    Newton stood atop the shoulders Kepler.

                                    Said to Johannes: You is one good helper!

OK, I’ll admit it again: I’m no James Dickey.

In religious terms, Three Kings Day celebrates more than the arrival of the Magi in Bethlehem. It is the Feast of the Epiphany, celebrating the recognition of Jesus as the Son of God. In the Eastern Orthodox tradition, the celebration is of Jesus’ baptism in the River Jordan, and, if the denomination follows the Julian and not the Gregorian calendar, January 19 is the Holy Day.

Three Kings Day has taken on local customs in different parts of the world. In Macedonia, a priest tosses a wooden cross into a river. The local men swim to retrieve it; the one who succeeds is considered blessed for the year. In England, the yule log is finally allowed to go out. The leftover charcoal is gathered and saved, to be used to light the yule log for the next Christmas season. People bake and share Twelfth Cake, a dense fruit cake. Ginger snaps and other spice-rich foods commemorate the spices brought by the Kings. The Monday after Twelfth Night is Plough Monday and marks the beginning of the new agricultural year. The large cities in Poland begin the festivities with long parades, sometimes led by camels freed from the local zoo. Poles, after having the chalk blessed, write K+M+B (each letter followed by a cross) over their doors so as to avoid illness and misfortune in the coming year. In New Orleans, the bakeries begin to produce King Cakes and the first parades of the carnival season, which lasts until Mardi Gras, hit the streets of the French Quarter.

A stern San Juan Bautista overlooks a sound stage installed on his plaza, just north of the Capitol. The
sound system was playing a salsified version of Jingle Bells as I walked by.

All of Plaza San Juan Bautista was converted to an entertainment venue.

The Three Kings greet visitors to San Juan near Castillo San Cristobal (left) and from the arches of City Hall at Plaza D’Armes (right).

A Three Kings event at the Cathedral, sponsored by Church’s Chicken, among others.

I suspect the Christmas lights and other decorations will come down, starting Wednesday morning. That means the next festival, at least according to my calendar, will be Festival de San Sebastian, SanSe15, the third weekend in January. All of Old San Juan is shut down; express buses (with police escort) bring people in from the outlying areas. More on that later.

For more information, see Wikipedia entries for Three Kings Day, Sir Isaac Newton, Tycho Brae, and Alexander Pope.

January 10, 2015

The Royal Navy, amid all the holiday celebrations, sneaked into San Juan for a port call. The HMS Severn was here on Christmas Eve day and overnight. The Severn is a river class patrol ship, usually assigned, with her two sisters, to fishing patrols. This last October, the Severn was assigned to the Atlantic Patrol Tasking (North), taking the place of the destroyer or frigate usually designated for this duty. In fact, the Severn replaced the Type 23 frigate HMS Argyll which headed home after her deployment. You may recall, in a previous letter, that the Argyll was often delegated to fleet ceremonial duties. That continued after she left here with a trip to Havana, widely covered on the local television news.

Two views of the HMS Severn, taken 12/24/14.

 The Severn carries a crew of 48, including a medical detachment, and displaces about 1,700 tons. She is smaller than the mega-yacht A, owned by Russian multi-billionaire Andrey Milinchenko, which is as of this writing (1/10/15) still in port. I bet the food on the Severn is not as good as that served on A – tinned bully beef and the occasional shot of Nelson’s Blood versus Beluga caviar and ice cold Stoli. And the Severn does not, so far as I can tell, have even one pool, let alone three.

The current HMS Severn is the ninth Royal Navy ship to bear that name, with the various ships illustrating the evolution of naval warfare. The first six Severns were men-o-war, sail-powered ships of the line. The seventh, launched in 1856, a sail-powered frigate, was converted to screw propulsion in 1860. She was stricken in 1876. The next, launched in 1875, was a Mersey-class protected cruiser. Naval architects were grappling with how to add armored protection to ships intended to be fleet and nimble. A protected cruiser had some armor plating on its deck, while an armored cruiser added armor plating to its sides. The armor added substantial weight and thus detracted from speed and range.

The next Severn, built in England in 1914 and originally destined for Brazil, was a specialized shore bombardment vessel, specifically a monitor. Her shallow draft allowed her to go close to shore, which she did in the Battle of the Yser, in 1914, during which she bombarded German troops and artillery positions. The shallow draft caused a torpedo from the German submarine U-8 to pass harmlessly under her, but also made her unseaworthy. She was towed to the Rufiji River delta, in Tanzania, then German East Africa, in July 1915, where she, along with her sister ship HMS Mersey, were able to move upstream and fired upon and sank the German light cruiser SMS Konigsberg. The German cruiser had been a thorn in the Admiralty’s side while acting a commerce raider in the Red Sea. She would have been a bigger threat but the Germans kept running out of coal.

The monitor HMS Severn, 1914. From the Wikipedia page under her name.

The SMS Konigsberg, circa 1910. From the Wikipedia page under her name.

This was about the same time as the Canadian roust-about and African Queen captain Charlie Allnut conspired with the British Methodist missionary Rose Sayer to run rapids, avoid German fortresses, and eventually sink the German gunboat Queen Louisa, deployed downriver on a large lake, probably Lake Victoria. The Queen Louisa sank just after Charlie and Rose were married by the Louisa’s captain, and immediately before they were to be executed as British spies.

The efforts of the monitors Severn and Mersey, and Charlie Allnut and the African Queen, pretty much ended the German naval efforts in East Africa. The Germans managed to salvage a few of the guns from the Konigsberg and used them in continuing land operations, but to little strategic effect.

The fleet submarine HMS Severn was launched in 1934. She served in pretty much all of the Royal Navy’s World War II areas of operations: the Mediterranean (she started the war in Malta), the North Atlantic (she helped track the Bismarck), and the Indian Ocean, at Trincomolee. She was stationed at Ceylon as the war ended, and sold for scrap soon thereafter. The current HMS Severn was launched in 2002 and commissioned in 2003. She and her crew are probably making a port call somewhere, perhaps Bermuda, even as I write this.

The River Severn, at 220 miles, is the second longest river in the UK. It rises in mid-Wales and flows generally west. It has a drainage area of about 4,400 square miles. By way of comparison, the Mohawk River is about 150 miles long and drains about 3,400 square miles. The Severn’s tributaries include the River Avon, as in Stratford-on-Avon, and it flows through Powys, Newton, Welshpool, Shrewsbury, Ironbridge, Bridgnorth, Bewdley, and Upton on its way to the Celtic Sea.

Back in 1979, we visited friends in England and I made a one day pilgrimage to Ironbridge. I left London from Paddington Station, changed at Birmingham, changed again at Wolverhampton and ended at Telford Station. That was auspicious – Thomas Telford (1754-1834) was a Scottish civil engineer. Telford specialized in roads, canals, and other infrastructure, so much so that he was known as the Colossus of Roads during his lifetime. Telford, among his many contributions, used lead and boiling sugar to make water tight connections between cast iron plates – these connections were needed in the construction of iron viaducts to carry canals across valleys.

But I was not there to honor Telford – I was there to see the first iron bridge ever made. The Iron Bridge was built in the late 1770s to span the River Severn in Shropshire and opened for traffic on January 1, 1781. It was crafted from local cast iron and came in over budget. It was, however, a commercial success, and soon the tolls were sufficient to pay investors a dividend of 8% per year. The town of Ironbridge came into existence at its northern end. When I was there, the area was being transformed into an English Heritage site to commemorate the industrial revolution.

Two images of the Iron Bridge, taken during my trip there, Summer 1979.

While we’re at it, here’s another image from the trip – me and my very young son. My wife has always said this image captures my best side.

The trip to Ironbridge, while fascinating, was not the most memorable event of that trip. One evening, while having a cup of tea in their small kitchen, our host and hostess got into an argument over some matter long since forgotten. At one point, our hostess threw a tea cup at her husband. He must have been used to this – he ducked, and I got hit in the head with the missile. I’ve always felt, but for that concussive blow to the head, I might have amounted to something.

Perhaps the long term effects of that concussive impact make it difficult for me to tell fiction from reality. Perhaps – I’ll have to think about that. In the meantime, I’m writing these last few words in Ricks Café, on the first floor of the Hotel Casablanca, on Calle Fortaleza in Old San Juan. Ricks Café is one of those wonderful places where every hour is happy hour. Sam’s playing the piano, again, and it seems that most of the usual suspects are here.

For more information, see Wikipedia entries for HMS Severn, River Severn, SMS Konigsberg, African Queen, and Casablanca.

December 16, 2014

I was on my morning walk the other day and happened by the small protected beach at Playa Escambron. I was surprised at the amount of vegetation in the water and on the beach. As I stood there, getting my camera ready, a Puerto Rican gentleman walked by and said something to me in Spanish. I shrugged and said “No Espanol” to which he replied “Too much seaweed.”

Now, seaweed is a rather generic term, used to describe pretty much any rooted or floating vegetation. It has been used to describe various members of the red, green, and brown algae, some of which, for example, wakame, nori, kombu, and arame, are alleged to be highly nutritious. Check out Amazon for a wide variety of edible seaweed products, including seaweed Pringles, product of Thailand. I bet a few of those would look good on your Christmas platter.

I suspect the seaweed I saw was a brown alga, of the genus Sargassum, known commonly as gulfweed. Portuguese sailors first encountered gulfweed on their 15^th century voyages into the Atlantic and named the brown floating seaweed after a plant that grew in their cisterns on the Iberian Peninsula, with the Portuguese name sargaco. Columbus also encountered gulfweed on his voyages to the New World.

Early mariners convinced themselves that the Sargasso Sea, named after the alga, was so filled with gulfweed as to be impassable. While that is not true, it is true that the floating mats of Sargassum create a unique ecosystem. The catadromous American (Anguilla rostrata) and European (Anguilla anguilla) eels begin their complex life cycles there, as larvae, before starting their journeys to North American and European rivers and eventual sexual maturation. Sigmund Freud began his scientific career dissecting hundreds of eel specimens in a fruitless search for the male eels’ reproductive organs, not realizing that the eels that returned and migrated upstream (elvers) were far from sexual maturity. I wonder what would have been the history of psychiatry had Freud found their sexual organs.

The life history of the European eel figures in Graham Swift’s 1983 novel Waterland, long one of my favorites. In one scene, an elver was somehow placed in young Mary Metcalf’s knickers, while she was swimming with the local boys in the Great Ouse in the English fens. This occurred during (and maybe caused?) the beginnings of her sexual explorations of ‘holes and things’ with Tom Crick and, unknown to Tom, his daft half-brother. The movie version (1992), although inexplicably moved to Pittsburg, is worth seeing. Jeremy Irons is excellent, as is Lena Headey who played the young Mary.

Perhaps some of the gulfweed I saw had drifted here from the Sargasso Sea. It is known to drift, driven by the wind, for hundreds of miles, creating brownish mats of plant life. The brown color derives from the pigment fucoxanthin, which absorbs light in the blue-green to yellow green portion of the visible spectrum. Fucoxanthan, it is claimed, has medicinal benefits and is sold as a dietary supplement. Perhaps, the next time I see large amounts of gulfweed, I’ll collect some and figure out a way to extract the pigment and start a business selling it, from a table on the waterfront, to cruise ship passengers. They are not likely to return and complain and ask for their money back.

Wind driven gulfweed on the wine dark sea, Playa Escambron, December 2014,

I wonder if the Portuguese, or for that matter, the Spanish, Dutch, French or English, sailors thought of the sea as wine dark. Homer apparently did, as this phrase shows up in both the Iliad and the Odyssey. I don’t have my translations (Lattimore and Fagles) here with me so I can’t quote exact lines. I do know that Homer’s wine-dark sea has caused some speculation among scholars.

One suggestion concerns the fact that the Greeks diluted their wine, often twenty-fold, with water. One research chemist, in collaboration with a classics scholar, suggested the hard water from the Grecian peninsula and islands caused a color change, to a bluish hue. I’ve had a bit of Greek wine, mostly retsinas, and I can fully understand they would have been better diluted with water, or, for that matter, dry cleaning fluid, or most any other liquid. Still, I would like to experiment with other Greek wines, the older ones, like Chian, Coan, Corcyraean, Cretan, Euboean, Lesbian, Leucadian, Mendean, Peparethan, Rhodian and Thasian. I will dutifully mix a little of these wines with the hard waters here and record the results. I’ll send pictures.

Most scholars dismissed the blue-wine theory pretty much out of hand, which led to other speculations. I like the theory that Homer was color-blind. Since he was reputedly all blind, not just color-blind, this seems, on the surface, unlikely. The theorists had an answer: all the Greeks of that era were color-blind.

I rather like this theory. I like the idea that certain populations can have distinct genetic patterns. You undoubtedly recall the excitement when the Mediterranean diet was in vogue – a diet rich in olive oil, fish, and red wine, if I recall. The diet was touted as the reason Greeks and other southern European peoples had low rates of coronary heart disease, and lived long, healthy lives dancing the syrtos,  kalamatianos, hasapiko, siritaki and other Zorba-like dances. Matt Ridley, in his excellent book Genome, debunked this, and instead attributed the patterns of coronary heart disease to patterns of genetic variations of the APOE genes found on chromosome 19.

I was disappointed to learn this – I rather liked the Mediterranean diet. We still use olive oil, and the occasional glass of red wine.

This does lead to an idea. I’ll extract fucoxanthin from the gulfweed, and dissolve it in cheap Spanish olive oil. I’ll call it Mediterranean Elixir (from the Wine-Dark Sea), and sell it to cruise ship visitors at an inflated price. I’ll claim it is useful for preventing seasickness, curing erectile dysfunctions, awakening a tired libido, and being an excellent remedy for hangovers.

If you want in on this, send a check for $10,000 or whatever you can afford. I think I’m onto something here.

References:

The Iliad of Homer (Lattimore translation). Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1951.

The Odyssey of Homer (Lattimore translation). New York: Harper & Row, 1967.

The Iliad of Homer (Fagles translation). New York, Viking/Penguin. 1990.

The Odyssey of Homer (Fagles translation). New York, Viking/Penguin. 1996.

Graham Swift, Waterland, Heinemann, 1983.

Matt Ridley, Genome: The Autobiography of a Species in 23 Chapters, Fourth Estate, 1999.

For an interesting discussion of the phrase wine dark sea, see www.nytimes.com/1983/12/20/science/homer-s-sea-wine-dark.html

See Wikipedia entries for brown algae, Phaeophyton, fucoxanthin, and eels for more information.