Friday, April 29, 2005

I took part in news survey yesterday. Ben hates it when I do these things, but I was bored, and I have a real beef with the news lately. Turns out that none of the channels really cover our county. No wonder I hate the local news. I wish I got Canadian news. Maybe Ben can jimmy rig something.

Tristan was such a stinker at his playgroup today that I had to take him home early. He ran down some girl with a bike. He also wouldn't share and tried to hoard all the matchbox cars. Then he threw a fit and hit me in front of the other parents. GRRRR. Three strikes (timeouts) and it's grounded time. He was so upset that I took him home and kept screaming that he wanted to see the kids. I hope this teaches him a lesson. It did for grocery shopping when I put all the yummy stuff back on the shelf and refused to buy it.

I'm so exhausted. This has been such a long week. If they extend crunch time again, I might just have to go down there.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Oh, I'm so tired. I will not go to sleep though. The evening news just came on and I will not be like my parents and fall asleep before it is over. The evening news is useless. I don't know why I even bother to watch since we are in limbo between Canada and Washington State. The news we get is American. It's of the Seattle area. I suppose I should be really concerned about this string of robberies, or that accident blocking traffic on I-5 in Seattle. It's only 2 1/2 hours and two international borders away.

Yesterday, a grey baby whale beached itself on Maple Beach between Point Roberts and Tsawassen. I found out about it from our vet today. Thankfully, it was okay, but they are worried that it might beach again. I'm kind of glad that I didn't know about it though. I still haven't seen a whale after a year of living here and I would hate to see my first whale beached. Poor little guy. Anyway, it would be more useful to get local news from Vancouver than Seattle. Apparently, that story made the Vancouver news. I swear half the time they don't even have the point on the map when showing the weather coming our way.

So, today was busy. I took Bob to the vet for his yearly check-up, heartworm test, and boosters. He got his poop shoot shaved. The vet actually called it that which made me chuckle because that's something my mom always called my dogs Molly's butt. Yeah, I must be tired if I'm writing about dog butts in my journal. After the vet, I got Bob a hamburger at McDonald's, and then dropped him off at home. I had to go right away to meet Ben for lunch at Science World again.

The ride to Science World went smoother this time. No bullet holes, no gas station searches. We ate at Triple O's again, and I got the sandwich/donut combo. haha. I didn't get a burger though. Just a turkey on wheat sandwich and a yummy apple fritter. Mmmm. Apple fritters. Tristan took off to find kids right away and I let Ben chase him because I couldn't waddle fast enough. He finally calmed down and we spent 3 hours just hanging out at Science World. Ben had to go back to work of course, but I stuck it out. Tristan got to touch a gecko and a corn snake. We put together a human being like a puzzle, took pictures of our shadows, toured Lego World where they had lego movies of Monty Python and the Holy Grail and Star Wars, and played a lot in the toddler area. Tristan loved playing with this beach ball that was suspended by air, and the ball mazes.

After getting him out of Science World, and back home, I attempted to clean the house, but Tristan wasn't having that. He wanted to look for more worms. He asked so sweetly that I couldn't resist. He even said please, so we went to the side garden with the irises and I weeded away giving him any worm or snail that I found. We found two snails, and a crapload of worms. I also found 5 slugs that I flung over the fence onto the neighbors shed. I'm a terrible neighbor, but hey they are only here on the weekend. I have to do something about those slugs. I hear beer works, but Ben is a beer snob and only buys fancy schmancy beer. I don't want to use good beer to lure slugs to their death. I'm not sure I want to take part in slugicide either, although drowning in a vat of beer must be a great way to go. Nah, Maybe I'll just keep flinging them into my neighbors yard. I don't know. They are eating the hell out of my irises though. What do I care anyway if they eat the irises. They are yellow irises. I wish they were purple. Irises are one of my favorite flowers, but not the yellow ones.

Okay, I'm rambling now. I will spare my journal of the memory jog of all the damn chores I did today, and how the house still looks like a mess, and how Ben's still working a 7 month crunch and how sucky being a game programmer's wife can be. Momma don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys game programmers. grr.

Friday, April 22, 2005


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Normally he's cute. Posted by Hello

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Yesterday, I bought Tristan a Retro red flyer tricycle. It's so cool.

He loves it and is actually do a pretty good job riding it. We spent the day riding the bike and looking for bugs and worms again. Well, I actually did gardening, but he thinks that's worm hunting. He takes all the worms and puts them in his bug box, and they escape right away through the screen. We found a ton of them in the garden by the apple tree while I was taking the wild strawberry plants and planting them closer to the tree. I figured this way they wouldn't get damaged by the lawn mower. I think we have a few more plants this year. I'm considering transplanting them somewhere else and getting actual strawberry plants, since wild strawberries are too tiny to do anything with. Still, wild fruit plants are too cool to destroy.

I also ripped up a bunch of ivy from around the other apple tree. It's so sad ripping up that ivy. It really is gorgeous, but the arborist said it was hurting the tree so it had to go. I have no other place to put it. :/ There were tons of bugs under that ivy and Tristan had a field day. He was so excited. He found a nasty slug though and showed it to me. Ew. I told him to throw it away, but he kept picking it up again when I wasn't watching. He got really mad at how vigorous I washed his hands after that. I don't want slug juice all over. ick. The slugs around here are so fat, slimy and huge. What a boy.

Ben just called me outside. He was out there with Tristan and in a split second Tristan dug up all my strawberry plants looking for worms. ugh. They aren't looking too hot. Maybe I killed them by transplanting them. Now he's running around the house yelling "Wormies, Wormies, Wormies!!" The kid is crazy.

I also tried to get a fair bit of housework done, but it's futile. I get the dishes done daily, and a few loads of laundry. I picked up the messes throughout the house only to have them replaced with new messes. I cleared the floor three times to vacuum it, and Tristan would dump something else out in it's place. grr. I did manage to wash the bathroom floor and granite, organize the video tape cabinet, and do some glass cleaning. Tessa is coming over tomorrow to watch Tristan, so hopefully I'll be able to get something done. How people manage to have clean houses is beyond me. Tristan keeps yelling that the house is messy. "This is a messy house," he says. A lot of times he is referring to the cottage cheese ceiling that I'm removing. It's only half done in the hall, and that bothers him. Slug juice doesn't bother him, but a half finished ceiling does. Go figure.

I did finish a craft today, so I'll update on tceku. http://tceku.net/index.php My neighbor made us a blackberry pie the other day, so I wanted to make her a thank you card. I made a beaded flower out of seed beads and a button and went to town creating a card with it. I used to enjoy making cards. Today, it seemed like such a hassel, but I was proud of the end result. I did leave my trademark finger print on the card. I can't stamp a damn card without getting ink everywhere. heh. Oh well. I also made a cool beaded flower which I'm thinking of making a three strand choker necklace of crystally white beads as a web, and have the spider hanging down in back. It might be a little uber goth to wear a spider necklace. :/ Bah, who cares.

Ben's making fun of me for my crafting again. He calls it craps. punk rocker. He laughed when I took a picture of my St. Paddies day bracelet. It is kind of ugly, but you can't get really pretty beads in Manitowoc WI head shops. Oh well. I'm posting it to tceku anyways, because I made it even if it sucks.

Laura... I can't spell 'tceku'. I just went through and edited. heh. I'll have to post the pics tomorrow since the lighting is so bad that the pictures are all washed out. :(


This is one of my favorite pictures of Tristan. It's old, but it's still a favorite. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Growly growl growl. I wrote the longest post about my week and Blogger ate it. Blogger! You asshole! I love calling inanimate objects 'asshole'.

Anyway, I wrote how we took Tristan to Science World on Thursday. It was pretty neat and we'll probably get a year pass because we liked it so much. On the way there I got pretty cranky though. I hate driving in Vancouver. I ran out of gas, so I had to exit on Bridgeport road in Richmond (pretty big suburb) to fill up my tank. I pulled into the first gas station and it was full serve only! What's that about. I told the guy that I didn't have enough for full serve figuring that it would cost more, so he directed me to another gas station down the street. I pull in there and it too is full serve only. I yelled a few obscenities (Tristan was sleeping) since I was running on fumes and in a very desperate situation. The guy came over to fill the tank and I asked him where the nearest self-serve station was and he said Vancouver. "You have to be kidding me," I said. Nope. Turns out all of Richmond is full-serve. I felt like I was on Back to the Future. The attendent explained that there were no limits and that it doesn't cost more, so I was instantly happy again. It was pretty nice considering that Tristan was sleeping so I didn't have to disturb his nap to pay for gas.

Once I got back on the road, I ended up behind a white van with three bullet holes in the back of it. I had an ethical debate on whether I should notify the police or just pretend I didn't see anything. This ethical debate took place while I very carefully paid attention to my driving, since you don't want to rear end a van with bullet holes in it. I looked closer and they did look kind of fake. Vancouver is Hollywood lite so there is a good possibility that the van was a prop. I felt like Chunk in Goonies at first though "BULLET HOLES, YOU GUYS, BULLET HOLES!" (Movie reference #2 jeesh).

Friday, I went to my first playgroup with Tristan. It was suppose to be geared to getting the kids socialized and for meeting other parents. I was the youngest mom again. How can I be the youngest mom when I'm almost 30. Weird. Anyway, I don't see myself clicking with any of these ladies. The group wasn't too condusive to adults though since they only had baby chairs to sit in. Most moms sat on the floor and played privately with their kids. HELLO?! Play GROUP! It's suppose to be group play. The teacher forced everyone together for crafts, story time, and playing with a parachute, so maybe everyone will start hanging out instead of just keeping their distance. Talking to moms is weird though. "My name is Jen. That's Tristan. Oh, your kid is so cute. What a big girl!, look at them," You end up looking like a loonie really quick. You can't exactly talk politics or current events when you have to keep your eye constantly on your kids.

Saturday, Ben got major penis points for fixing the rotting deck stairs that I put my big preggers self through. He even painted them without me asking. Wow. We went to White Spot and Tristan and I shared a virgin pina colada. Well, Tristan ended up just stealing mine. I got him apple juice, but mommy's drink looked better. After he blew spit bubbles in it I let him have it to himself. Kids.

Ben had to work Sunday. I went to church with Tristan. He played with Julien in the play room while I went to mass. I love my pastor Jean. She's so great at making you really learn something new about the stories that you've been told over and over again. Every time I've had a woman minister or deacon lead liturgy I left feeling like they taught me something new. They just have such a insightful way of looking at things, and really look into the history. The male priests I've had just use the readings as a jumping block to a Packer joke and some shallow interpretation tied into church doctrine. I think the Catholic church is doing itself a disservice by not letting women share their point of view to their clergy.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Sir Francis Drake in Point Roberts?

DRAKE, NEW ALBION AND BOUNDARY BAY
By Warren Stevenson, Point Roberts Historical Society

Was Drake's ship, the Golden Hinde, in (and out of) the waters of Boundary Bay? If so, for how long and when? The answer to the first question increasingly seems to be "Probably", and to the second and easier of the two questions, "For approximately five weeks, from June 17, to July 23, 1579." What were Drake and his crew doing here? Among other things, careening-- a nautical term which means tipping over to one side for cleaning, caulking, and so forth-- their now famous ship, preparatory to sailing it across the Pacific back to its home port in Plymouth, England.

To my knowledge, the first person to seriously contend that Drake might have careened the Golden Hinde on the shores of Boundary Bay was the late Will Paulik, a local historian and environmentalist who, according to the article by Jan Westell in the Delta Optimist, dated August 19,2000, "About five years ago presented a theory to the Delta Historical Society that Drake may have sailed into Boundary Bay loaded with treasure from the Spanish, to careen his ship." I was fortunate enough to get to know Will shortly before the article appeared as I became a member of his newly formed Pacific Coast Exploration Society in order to learn more about these matters from Him and his assistant, Ralph Heading (1).

Will based his theory on the close resemblance between Boundary Bay and the map of "Portus Nova Albion," published by a Dutch mapmaker named Hondius who had visited England and consulted with Drake. This map of New Albion is placed in the upper left-hand corner of Hondius' much larger broadside of the world. Well known to Drake researchers, it is conveniently reproduced in The Secret Voyage of Sir Francis Drake 1577-1580, the second of two books on this subject by Samuel Bawlf. The Drake/Hondius map (as it may be called) shows a well formed, sheltered bay that looks much like Boundary Bay when allowance is made, as Will observed, for the tidal spit shown on the west side of the unnamed point, most likely being the now submerged Roberts Bank. Yet, oddly enough, Bawlf never considers the possibility of Boundary Bay as the venue of Drake's New Albion and careenage.

Bawlf's main thesis, which is stated as fact in the Encyclopedia Britannica, 1962, but for which he presents interesting new evidence, is that when Drake set sail from Plymouth on December 13, 1577 with five ships supposedly heading for the Mediterranean, he had secret instructions from the Queen to sail in the opposite direction to raid Spanish treasure ships and towns, and to find the western exit of the northwest passage, as well as a possible site for an English Colony. Because of the maritime rivalry between England and Spain at this time, Drake's purpose had to be kept secret.

Immediately after sailing through the treacherous Straits of Magellan, Drake ran into a terrific storm, which irretrievably separated him from his escort ships; two were already lost, and of the remainder, one was wrecked and the other turned back. The Golden Hinde was blown of course far south past Tierra del Fuego-- which Drake proved an island and discovered a new "southern passage" that bears his name. Only by extreme tenacity and perseverance was he able to reach the calmer waters of the Pacific. Heading northward, Drake made several hit and run raids on Spanish colonial towns along the west coast of South and Central America, amassing a vast amount of treasure for the crown. The nimble Golden Hinde easily eluded her more cumbersome pursuers.

Bawlf maintains that Drake sailed as far north as the Alaska panhandle, citing such details as the extreme cold he and his men endured. The likelihood of this has until recently been obscured by Drake's apparent alteration of his northern latitudinal readings-- all those beyond what Bawlf calls his "northern reach", or cap, of 48 degrees-- in accord with his "secret instructions" intended to confuse the Spaniards in the event of capture. Drake's missing log was evidently sequestered on Queen Elizabeth's orders upon his return, and she seemingly requested a vow of silence. In addition, a general "gag order" was imposed, but gradually relaxed as time went on, permitting others to capitalize on their accounts of the voyage, for which researchers may be grateful.

In the most important of these, Fletcher's (2) shipboard diary eventually published in a book called The World Encompassed, (1968), he mentions the "sparkling white bancks and cliffes" of New Albion, which "lie toward the sea" and by virtue of "some affinity"... with out own country" suggested its name to Drake. "Albion", an old mythic name for England, derives from the Latin "albus" meaning white, because the white cliffs of Dover were for most foreign arrivals their first site of England. One may compare the beautiful white cliffs of aptly named Lily Point, remarked on by regional historian Richard E. Clark and others, which serve as a landmark for mariners approaching Point Roberts to this day.

What else, besides careening the Golden Hinde, occupied Drake and his men at New Albion? Fletcher says that they fraternized with the local natives who regarded them as "gods" and crowned Drake as one of their kings. The native dwellings were conical pit houses, with the entrance and exit through a smoke hole in the roof, (see Bawlf, p 321), similar to those of the Coast Salish Indians. Drake and his crew set up a portable blast furnace, as indicated in a tiny drawing on the Drake/Hondius map, to repair and refurbish their tools and weapons, as well as the melting of tar for caulking. Will Paulik discovered a quantity of old slag near the customs crossing and speculated that it just might have come from one of those portable furnaces. Fletcher also states that before departure, Drake claimed the whole area for the Queen and nailed a brass plaque to a tree bearing an inscription confirming this, as was his custom. The knowledge of this practice has led to exciting finds that have turned out to be deception.

One plausible find was north of San Francisco. That imposter seems to have arisen because Fletcher's diary and the other published accounts give 38.30 lat. -- just north of San Francisco-- for the careenage. However, according to Bawlf's ten degree "add-on" rule necessitated to correct Drake's stratagem of the "northern reach", 38.3o degrees becomes 48.30 degrees which happens to compare favorably to the northwest tip of the Olympic Peninsula. Bawlf calls this Drake's Point of Position because supply ships would round this cape in order to enter the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Bawlf affirms that here Drake took the latitudinal reading which established his navigational landmark for the future colony. This would apply regardless of whether, as Bawlf argues, New Albion was located at Comox Bay on the east coast of Vancouver Island-- not withstanding that the Drake/Hondius map shows a bay facing the southwest-- or as I (Warren Stevenson) maintain, at Boundary Bay which presents no such difficulty.

After locating New Albion at Comox Bay, Bawlf relocates the site of careenage to Whale Cove, Oregon, although estimates of Fletcher, John Drake and others maintain that careenage was done at New Albion. In an article on the Internet, Raymond Aker (3) analyzes the use of "The Anonymous Narrative" of Drake's major voyage to bolster Bawlf's claim for Whale Cove as the site of Drake's careenage. Aker asks why, after his exploration further north, should Drake have neglected better harbors en route to "settle for tiny, dangerous Whale Cove." (Aker p.4) Aker also disagrees with Bawlf's interpretation of a part of the deposition of John Drake, who, according to Bawlf, told the Spaniards that Drake named "the largest and best of the islands Nova Albion." (4) Aker continues: "What John actually said was 'Captain Drake gave the land, which lies in forty-eight degrees, the name of Nova Albion. (Aker, p.5 ; compare with Bawlf, pp 205-207, 224.) He did not say it was an island!"

Unmentioned by Bawlf is the fact that the Drake/Hondius map is confirmed and even enhanced with additional features by a map based on a freehand drawing that is reproduced in Robert Dudley's "Dell' Arcano del Mare," published in Florence (1647). Fig. 2 This map has its own handwritten inscriptions that may have been added by Dudley, including "La Punta" where present day Point Roberts is located and "B. (Baia=Bay?) Di Nova Albion" at the head of the bay, where the delta mudflats are now. To the east of the bay-- a stylized singular large mountain (Mount Baker?) in lieu of the large one flanked by smaller ones in the Drake/Hondius map, as well as two small rivers close to one another flowing westward into the bay (compare the Nickomekl and the Serpentine, both near Crescent Beach.) In the lower right hand corner is a projecting "C. de Nuova Albion", located approximately, where the present day Birch Cape is. Whoever drew this map, which Drake may have given Dudley before he left England for Italy, must have been aboard the Golden Hinde. My guess is that it must have been Francis Drake's young cousin, John Drake.

One may conclude that the location of New Albion on Vancouver Island is evidently a misinterpretation based on the misreading of John Drake's deposition. The deposition strengthens the case for establishing Boundary Bay as the site of both New Albion and the careenage of the Golden Hinde, as it is in more accord with the available evidence. The defense rests!

PORTUS PLAN "Portus Nova Albion"- Hondius



Robert Dudley's "Dell' Arcano del Mare," published in Florence (1647) Posted by Hello

CURRENT AERIAL PHOTO OF POINT ROBERTS

Landsat image by Robert Stacey, WorldSat International Inc. - National Geographic, August 2004

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Footnotes:
(1) Ralph Heading is the current head of the Pacific Coast Exploration Society also featured speaker at the April meeting of Point Roberts Historical Society.
(2) Francis Fletcher, Cambridge educated, served as Captain for the voyage, kept a written and illustrated diary of the voyage.
(3) Raymond Aker, Internet "Analysis of Samuel Bawlf's Secret Francis Drake Mission to Discover the Northwest Passage."
(4) John Drake, cousin of Sir Francis, was an accomplished artist and assistant mapmaker on the Great Voyage. He was taken prisoner on a later voyage and gave his deposition to the Inquisition in 1584-1587. Aker is relying on the official transcript of this, Bawlf is relying on a presumed later version by the Spanish historian, Antonio de Herrara, pub. 1606.