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Camp P.E.E.K.
Dates: October 30 & 31, 2014
For Ages: Kindergarten to 4th Grade
Drop Off Time: 7:30am ~ 8:00am Pick Up Time: 3:30am ~ 4:00pm
Costs: $30/day
Dog Adoption
Meet Cavv Y
She needs to know that her new family will be patient with her and help her to become part of the pack. Cavvy has recently learned to play with other
Every day Cavvy becomes more comfortable with the world around her. Please, be the family that shows her that she is worth the effort.
> If interested in Cavvy, please email rescueadogtoday@gmail.com for an application
MiCroChip Your pet Pets & Animals
Contributed by Angie Lewis
The American Humane Association reports that over 10 million dogs and cats are either lost or stolen in the United States each year. Microchipping your pet can dramatically increase the odds that you and your animal friend will be reunited.
A microchip is about the size of a grain of rice, consisting of a tiny computer chip housed in a special type of glass. The chip is implanted under the skin, between the shoulder blades of your pet. A special syringe is used to facilitate this procedure. Most pets do not seem to be traumatized by the process. Once the microchip is in place, the chip can be detected immediately by a handheld scanner that will display the microchip code. All Animal Control facilities and most veterinarians have scanners.
Microchips are designed to last for the lifetime of your pet. Rarely, microchips have been known to fall out or migrate to a different location on the animal’s body.
It is vital that you register your dog’s microchip information with the company manufacturing the chip. If you neglect to do this, your pet’s information will not be available to the microchip company and therefore he/she will not be able to be traced back to you.
Certainly being a responsible pet guardian is the best thing you can do to protect your pet. Keep identification tags current because not every person finding your pet will be willing to go through the trouble of taking your animal to be scanned.
Do not Let your AnimALs roAm free. registereD miCroChiPs Are the best ChAnCe thAt Lost Pets hAve of returning home.
OCTOBER Halloween & Autumn COMMUNITY EVENTS
Halloween Fun at the Reindeer Farm!
Every Saturday in October 4th, 11th, 18th, 25th 10am-6pm $10 per person age 3 and up (2 and under FREE) www.reindeerfarm.com
Mat-Su Animal Shelter Haunted House
October 24th & 25th
From 7pm-11pm
$5.00 per person
Zombiefist 7 Sat, Oct 25th
36 Crazyfists and More Costume Contest
Egan Center, Anchorage
All Ages Show / 21+ Bar with valid ID
$30 Tickets / $36 at the door www.aksoul.com
Gateway to Darkness Haunted House
October 3rd - November 1st
$15.00 per person www.hauntak.com
Museum of Alaska Transportation Haunted House
October 31st
Ghoulish fun for all ages!
$5.00 per person
Halloween Hollow: 12th Annual Fundraiser for Mat-Su Special Santa
October 31st
Games, concessions, fun for all ages!
$5.00 per person or a new unwrapped toy.
HHS ‘Fall Carnival’
Houston High School Fall Carnival Halloween Night
6 to 8 p.m., Oct. 31 at Houston High, Admission is one can of food or $2 per family. Game tickets are 25 cents each and games require two to four tickets each.
ZoMBieFiSt 7 FeaturiNG 36 CraZYFiStS with kallahan, spitshine, ships without harbor and more
sAturDAy 7Pm, oCt 25th
At the egAn Center
An ALL Ages hALLoWeen event With A sPeCiAL reunion PerformAnCe from LegenDAry LoCAL bAnDs KALLAhAn, sPitshine AnD more
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toWN Square art GallerY
30th aNNiverSarY!
Founded in 1984, Town Square Art Gallery celebrates its 30th Anniversary in November! In honor of that momentous occasion, Town Square is celebrating with a very special Open House on Saturday, November 8th, in the Carrs Wasilla Mall. There will be great prizes, free art posters, coffee and cookies from 10-2, and wine and appetizers from 2-5!
Town Square is owned and operated by longtime Alaskan, Janet St. George. Janet has dedicated her life to enriching others lives through art by supporting and mentoring local artists and providing her customers with a one-of-a-kind shopping experience.
Town Square Art Gallery carries a large collection original paintings, photography, paper & canvas reproductions, metal sculptures, jewelry, pottery, cards, glass and many unique Alaskan hand-made gifts.
Distinctive, professional custom framing, with experienced helpful designers is a big reason many customers choose Town Square Art Gallery to preserve their art, needlework, photos & memorabilia in an artistic style that compliments the
customer’s personal tastes. Town Square also offers shadow boxes, matting, shrink wrapping, glass replacement, frame repairs, and packaging & shipping art.
Janet and her staff are committed to seeking the “best-of-the-best” hand-made art items. Right now you can find eight highly talented potters’ works, each showcasing their own unique glazes and techniques.
Town Square has jewelry designed to please any artistic appetite - sparkling gemstones, sterling silver, colorful enamel, copper, dichroic glass and more! Gift lines include art glass, carved wood, leather and painted purses, luxurious soaps, fragranced candles, hand-painted silk scarves, stained glass photo frames and hand-made Christmas ornaments!
Discover why Town Square Art Gallery is consistently voted “Best in the Valley.” Open from 10 to 6 weekdays, and 10 to 5 on Saturdays, They’re located in the Carrs Mall, Wasilla.
> For more information call Town Square Art Gallery 907.376.0123 townsquareartgallery.com
Award winning artists represented include Fred Machetanz, Holy Gittlein, Barbara Lavallee, Jon Van Zyle, Gail Niebrugge, Shane Lamb, Jennifer Bowman, Ryan Pierce, V Rae, Nathalie Parenteau and Karen Whitworth.
You can find many noted artists featured in exhibits during Town Square’s Second Saturday events.
Calendar of Events
AARP Meeting
Thursday, October 16 & November 20, 2014
Wasilla Senior Center
1301 S. Century Circle
From 1 ñ 3 pm Free
7 t h R e Ats to You R
e stAte Pl A nning
Thursday, October 16, and November 20
Wasilla Senior Center, 1301 S. Century Circle
From 1 - 3 pm
Free to the public. Call for Reservations
907-334-9200
h e AR ing t ests, sA les A nd
s e R vice
Thursday, October 16 & 30
November 13, 2014
Wasilla Senior Center
1301 S. Century Circle
From 9 am to 3 pm
Free Hearing Tests, Batteries, Repairs, Sales Alaska Hearing Institute
AndY Mullen A nd
Ji MMY sA ndY
October 17 - 7-11
Mad Hatcher Pizza Restaurant
9351 N. Palmer Fishhook Rd
$5, Pay at door
920-915-5694
s ound h e A ling &
t he Powe R of the dR u M
October 18th, 2014, Anchorage
9:30am-6:30pm
907-830-6890
tYson JAM es A nd the h ot
s t RA ngs
October 18, 8pm-12am
Mad Hatcher Pizza Restaurant
9351 N. Palmer Fishhook Rd.
$20 includes appetizer bar and one drink
Mad Hatcher Pizza Restaurant
Might Y M AtA nusk A B R ewfest
Friday, October 17 & Saturday, October 18 - 6pm - 10pm
Alaska State Fair - Raven Hall
$10-$50
B sA tR oo P 300 P R i M e Ri B
d inne R & Auction
Sat, October 18, 6pm-9pm
Palmer Moose Lodge
1136 S. Cobb Street, Palmer, AK
$15.00
count RY Music s tAR - AY l A
BR own - l ive in conce R t
Sat, October 18, 4pm-7pm
Grand View Inn ñ Restaurant 2900 East Parks Hwy Wasilla AK FREE
hA ng AR d oo R c ine MA
PR esents AnnuA l BA nned Book f il M sMoke signAls
Saturday, October 18th, 7:30pm
Sheldon Community Arts Hangar, In Talkeetna
$6 DAC members / $8 general / $4 student 907-733-7929
www.denaliartscouncil.org
M At- s u tRA ns P o R tAtion fA i R
October 22, 4pm-8pm Raven Hall, Alaska State Fairgrounds 2075 Glenn Highway, Palmer FREE
o kto B e R fest Potluck & s ilent Auction
Oct. 24, 2014 5:00pm-7:30pm Mid-Valley Senior Center
Bone B R e A ke R hAunt
October 24, 25, 6pm til 10pm October 31 and November 1, 6pm til midnight
At Top Drawer~in the Meadowood Mall at the corner of Parks and Big Lake Road.
h o M e M AR ket
Saturday October 25th, 2014 Wasilla Senior Campus Center1301 S Century Circle, 9AM-2PM akhomemarket@hotmail.com
PA l M e R cont RA dA nces Sat, October 25
7pm-9:30pm Palmer Salvation Army Community Center
209 W Evergreen St 6$, pay at the door
hA lloween costu M e contest
A nd hA lloween-t he M ed lunch
Friday, October 31
Begins at 11:30 am Wasilla Area Senior Center Free to Enter Costume Contest
hA ng AR d oo R c ine MA
PR esents fAult in o u R s tAR s Movie PAR t Y
Saturday, November 8th, 7:30pm Sheldon Community Arts
Hangar,Talkeetna
$6 DAC members / $8 general / $4 student Hangar Door Cinema 907-733-7929 www.denaliartscouncil.org
v ete RA ns
A PPR eci Ation Potluck
Mid-Valley Senior Center
November 14, 2014 5:00pm-7:30pm
Dress in uniform if youíd like and bring a picture of yourself from your service for our bulletin board.
M At- s u wo M en’s connection luncheon:
“All I Want Is Peace and Quiet” Mon. Nov. 17, 2014, Noon - 1:30 Evangelo’s restaurant 2530 E. Parks Hwy, Wasilla $16 Stonecroft Ministries
907-892-8482
Police nAvidA d
Date: Saturday, November 29 Time: 10 a.m. ≠ñ 5 p.m.
Location: Denaíina Civic & Convention Center
MAt- su wo M en ’s R e Pu B lic A n clu B Meeting
November 14th
Looking for women interested in having fun and learning about the political process. msrwc48@yahoo.com Find Us on Facebook
n on- d eno M in Ation A l Bi B le s tudY wasilla Area senior center 1301 s. century circle wasilla, Alaska 99654 every wednesday from 10 to 11 am in wAsi Meeting Room fRee - wasilla Area senior center
B ingo A nd Pull tAB s wasilla senior center 1301 s century circle every wednesday from 1:00 pm - 3:00 pm Bingo card sales begin at 12:45 pm fRee to the public wasilla Area senior center
living well Al Ask A, MAking BetteR choices w hile l iving with c h R onic i llness wasilla Area senior center 1301 s. century circle wasilla, Alaska 99654 every tuesday from november 4 thru december 16 at 1pm fRee
AndY Mullen hosts oP en Mic thursday nights in october 6-9pm, Mad hatcher Pizza Restaurant 9351 n . Palmer fishhook Rd. fRee 920-915-5694
M At- s u toA stMA ste R s 889 n . elkhorn drive wasilla, Ak 99654 located upstairs in the Pub every tuesday from 7:30am to 8:30am Mat-su toastmasters 907.841.9818 or 907.355.3039
fR ee h e AR ing s c R eening PR ovided BY M At- s u s e R to MA c lu B first sat every Month 10am-1pm wasilla Physical therapy deana Moore 761-5229
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Theatre
the CaNterville GhoSt at vpa
Comedy/General audienCe | direCted by Wendy Golter
VPA’s production of THE CANTERVILLE GHOST is an ingenious comedy based on an Oscar Wilde tale and cleverly directed by Wendy Golter.
A free spirited American family moves into a grand English manor house and is charmed to discover that it is haunted. The ghost however is alarmed. Accustomed to being regarded with fear, he determines to scare the intruders out of their wits and out of his house, but he is nearly undone himself.
THE CANTERVILLE GHOST opens October 17th and runs through November 9th. Ticket prices are $17 for Students/ Seniors and $19 for Adults. Bring your family to see this delightfully fun production at Valley Performing Arts, 251 W. Swanson Avenue, Wasilla.
> Call VPA at 373-0195, visit our website www. valleyperformingarts.org, or come by the office, Monday through Friday 9am to 3pm to purchase your tickets.
INTERESTED
EMPIRE OF LIES
by Chris mcGraw
This story is intended as a companion to the album Empire of Lies by Sleep Rebellion. Listen to the album and read each chapter prior to listening to the corresponding song. Album review on page 20
Chapter 1: eMpire oF lieS
I was born in a time of war. I grew up in a time of war. The names and faces change, but there’s always an enemy. Our country may be at war with people I’ve never met, but everyone I have met has other, more familiar enemies: fear, poverty, ignorance. They say war is supposed to stimulate the economy, but if that’s true why aren’t we all rich? There have been several recessions during my life, each one worse than the last, but we always came back. We still haven’t come back from the last one.
The major cities are plagued by black market crime, and legitimate jobs are scarce, unless you go to work for the military, the cops, or one of their arms suppliers. The government blames anarchists, foreigners, greed, moral decay – anything but their own policies. If you speak out, you’re labeled an enemy sympathizer, or worse: a traitor and a terrorist. My father had a favorite saying, something from a bygone era: “Truth is treason in an empire of lies.”
My father was a journalist. He used to work for the big networks. After decades of being ordered to compromise stories, fabricate events, and forget his leads, you could tell that his spirit had been broken. What was once zealous ambition had become a shrug, a whimper, a sigh of resignation. But one day, he discovered something that sparked the old flame again. It was just a spark at first, but over time it grew. You could see it in his face, and hear it in his voice.
I received an encrypted message one day over my darknet. My father said he had been working on a story, something about a secret government project and human rights abuses, but his source had vanished. As I was listening, I heard a sudden explosion. I switched on my retinal feed and saw what he had seen, only hours before. Police – or military, since it was hard to tell the difference anymore – stormed my father’s small city apartment with rifles drawn. They hit him, and I could almost feel the impact. The video feed went black, but I could still hear as they dragged him outside and beat him. My father never had a chance to break his story. He had committed treason, not for speaking the truth, but just for knowing it. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.
We tune out, we tune in
We believe, we pretend Ignorance and mass confusion
Apathy and sad delusions
Truth is treason in the Empire of Lies
We give up, we give in Don’t speak out, just sleep in Day to day, ’til the end
We breathe out, we breathe in
Truth is treason in the Empire of Lies
Truth is treason in the Empire of Lies
Did you believe the t.v. screen?
Or did you have a choice at all?
When the bobbing heads spoke
Did you hear the final curtain fall?
And when your eyes glazed over
Could you hear the future call?
Truth is treason in the Empire of Lies Truth is treason in the Empire of Lies
We tune out, we tune in We believe, we pretend Chains of fear, chains of hate Chains we love, we won’t break
Chapter 2: DarK iS our Fear
It’s been a year since my father was arrested. The police say they have him in prison, convicted for conspiracy and sedition. The trial was closed to the public, and he’s not allowed to have any contact with the outside world. For all I know, he could be dead. It feels like he’s dead.
The cops are investigating me too, but so far they haven’t found anything incriminating. The darknet I mentioned before? Quantum encrypted, which is illegal, but I set it up years ago when the tech was still available to the public. The whole thing destroyed itself before they even knew what they were trying to access. Now I’m just trying to keep my head low, keep my job, and find my dad. I found a lawyer to work pro bono on the case, but we’re stonewalled at every turn and I don’t think there’s much hope.
I work late and walk home on empty streets, which suits me fine. Crowds aren’t safe. The old adage, “There’s safety in numbers,” has been turned on its head. These days, the fewer people you’re around the better. Anywhere people congregate you can be sure there’s a drone, or several, not far off. Everything is watched and recorded, and anyone you talk to could inadvertently link you to criminal activity. Everyone is afraid – of terrorists, of each other, even themselves – and they embrace the enhanced security measures, just like they’re told they should. In school I was told this is the land of the free and the brave, but it only feels like the land of the subservient and the frightened.
Dark is our fear Afraid to live Afraid to rise
So we fall
And we fall, And we fall
Dark is our fear
Of streets, and of cars
We look to the lights
To the signs, to the cameras
Watching from above
Dark is our fear
Of flying, of our own wings
The people we once knew, suspicious and strange Threatened by unknown things
Dark is our fear
Afraid to speak or think
For the things we really love Against decrees from above
Dark is our fear Afraid to run Afraid to fight
So we fall
And we fall, And we fall Dark is our fear Afraid to live Afraid to act
So we fall
And we fall, And we fall
Dark is our fear
Of cities, and of crowds Of places we find familiar Of towers in the clouds
Dark is our fear Of the world, of ourselves
Of losing what we hold dear
To feel a little more secure
Chapter
3: heliCopter BeN
It’s 7 P.M. on a Saturday, and it’s dark. I’ve gone downtown to meet my lawyer. We try to avoid using the Internet, for confidentiality. On my way I stop at a street vendor to get some breakfast. There’s a news feed on a retro-looking LCD screen and some reporter is saying that the recession is over, we’re on the rebound.
“Well, ain’t that good news?” I say to the cook as he dishes me some noodles. He doesn’t even look at me. There’s a commentator on the screen now, his seemingly disembodied head bobbing rhythmically as he enthusiastically praises the latest round of monetary stimulus. Good for the banks, good for the tech industry, good for America. He’s old.
There’s a second commentator, much younger, who cuts him off. “How’d that work out the last time, and the time before that, Helicopter Ben?” The older man seems taken aback and pauses for a moment before admitting that he doesn’t get the reference.
The cook seems angry now, glaring at the screen. “What’s that fool think we’re supposed to do, nothing at all? If I didn’t have my stimulus loan I’d be out of business.” He hands me the bill for my food, “Cash or credit?” I glance at the total. “Cash,” I say, and hand him two one hundred dollar bills.
We need this dope to smoke We’ll fix this and get our fix
We found out how to live forever We’ll pound out a trillion dollars
We’ll fix you, We got the stuff We call it a trillion dollars
Bombs away
I’m Helicopter Ben I can save this
For the Common Man
If you’ll just trust me
We’ll be making history
And in the morning it had all fallen down Dancing to the tune of the man with the frown
We’ll shoot up all the money
We’ll shoot you with all our dollars
We know you, and what you need You need love and lots of dollars
We fix rates, rates fix you Lets make love to all our dollars
Chapter 4: FalSe MeSSiah
It’s 2 A.M. on November 9th. My job is pretty quiet, one of the perks of the night shift, so I’m watching my news feed. A new President has just been elected, and they’re playing his victory speech. As I pan around the room, I see faces lit up with excitement and adulation. He says the same things I’ve heard a million times, but everyone in the room seems enthralled. If you don’t pay attention to his words, if you just unfocus your thoughts and listen to the tones of his voice, the speech is forceful, hopeful and inspiring. I let myself get carried away. Maybe things will change. Maybe I’ll get to see my dad again.
I haven’t been paying too much attention to politics lately. I soon get bored and start browsing my social network, even though I should be working. Everyone is talking about the election. One of my friend’s thoughtstreams is full of exaggerated celebratory exclamations. I comment, “What’s so different about this guy?” She replies with a campaign slogan, “Security is freedom. Peace through power!”
A few moments later I get an unexpected invite to a private chat from a hot blonde. I recognize her from my friend’s feed.It’s time for lunch anyway, so I accept the invitation, and go to full immersion. I’m standing in an alley, a door in front of me, “Sam’s Dive” lit up in neon just above. I walk inside and see who I can only presume is Sam, seated at the bar, drinking something clear and smoking.
“Nice place,” I say as I walk over next to her. There’s a deliberate seediness about everything, a little over the top. Even the bartender looks like a hitman, and there’s some old guitar music playing in the background.
“Thanks, it’s where I go for discreet encounters,” she says with a wink and a smile.
“Uh oh, you’re not a bot, are you?” I grin back. She laughs.
“That would be highly illegal of me.”
“What’s not illegal?”
“Uh, thoughtstreaming at work?”
I chuckle and shrug.
“So,” she says, “You don’t like our new El Presidente?”
“Well, to be honest I don’t know a lot about him.”
“Oh,” she pauses for a moment as if to think about her next words, “So are you a Sub Stater?”
I don’t much like that question. “What makes you ask?”
“Well, they say the Sub Staters ignore the
government completely, think its irrelevant and illegitimate.”
“They also say they’re terrorists and criminals. Um, no I’m not a Sub Stater.”
“Oh, it’s fine to tell me if you are! We are totally secure here! I’ve been thinking about becoming one myself. What do you know about Project Mobius?”
I start to feel extremely uncomfortable. “What are you talking about?” I ask.
“I think you know what I’m talking about…” she says.
Suddenly I start to panic. What am I doing here? What if I’m being monitored? I jump out of the feed. “What’s the matter?” is the last thing Sam says to me. I block her and log out. I start think she was a trap, set by the cops. Did my dad know about Project Mobius? Was he a Sub Stater?
Months pass and the economy only gets worse. I lose my job. New antiterrorism laws are passed and people start disappearing, including my lawyer. The new President hasn’t saved us. Like every President before him, he’s just a false messiah.
Don’t you wonder why I feed The emptiness inside?
Got a book of secret treasures with your name on it
For all the tears you cried
Bow your head and pray to me I’m here to save your soul
Don’t be fooled I’m just a false messiah Take my hand I’ll lead you where I want ya Oooooooooooooh
You won’t be safe
Oooooooooooooh
I don’t feel sane
Think my words can soothe all of your fears With promises of change
In the back room I will seal all of the deals
That forge your gilded cage
Bow your head and vote for me
I’m here to give you hope
Don’t be fooled
I’m just a false messiah
Take my hand
I’ll lead you where I want ya
Oooooooooooooh
You won’t be safe
Oooooooooooooh
I don’t feel sane
Chapter 5: MaChiNe GuNS
War. Again. Except this time, it’s a big one. It’s 8 A.M. on a Monday and I’m on the front lines. Congress voted to approve the draft, and I was one of the first citizens to be called up for duty. When I think
about what happened to land me here, it seems surreal, like a nightmare that I’m still having. Where am I? Russia? China? The Middle East? We have so many enemies this time, and the terrain is just mud, with dark skies, and explosions everywhere.
I check my suit. Full ammunition, no shots fired, but power levels at less than half. I’ve done a lot of running. I see lots of movement on my monitors, but they’re all friendlies, and we’re all dying. Where’s the enemy? Invisible?
Another fresh recruit, someone I recognize from basic, runs up next to me to share the cover of a half bombed-out building. “What the $@#^ is going on?” He yells. I just stare at him with my mouth agape. I can’t even remember the mission.
“You look like you %$@ your brains out in your suit, man,” he says.
I remember him now. Private Farley. Funny guy. Nice. Has a new kid back home.
“Incoming!” I yell as I duck right. A missile explodes right next to us, and in my side monitor I see Farley get hit. I crawl back to him to see if I can help. He’s been blasted into two pieces, but still conscious. Our suits inject painkillers and stimulants when they detect injury.
“Hang in there, Farley,” I whisper. I’m not sure he can hear me. I tune into his thoughtstream. The last entry reads: “I just want to live my life.”
The disgusting reality of everything hits me, and I have a moment of clarity. We’re here fighting rebels in some foreign land, trying to save some foreign government from its own people. Or wait… maybe we’re helping the rebels? It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I just want to live my life, and this is not my fight. I don’t want to be here. I’m here because some people think they own me. They don’t. My life is mine, and it belongs to me, and my purpose is my own. I’m not just some sacrificial beast, born to live and die as other people deem necessary. I’m going to desert.
All I can hear are machine guns and explosions. Another missile is coming.
Machine guns
Are comin’ to take, take me home
Machine guns
Will comfort me
Will keep me warm when I’m alone
Machine guns
I know they’re comin for me
Machine guns
Cover me like a blanket
And I’ll sleep sound tonight
I’ll make my bed amongst the rocks
And sing my favorite song one last time
A lullaby from youth that doesn’t matter
To machine guns
I won’t be your universal soldier I won’t be a sacrificial lamb
I’ll fight to succeed and I’ll fight to be free
But I won’ t fight in lands across the sea
I won’t be your universal soldier
Machine guns
Are pulling, pulling the curtains closed
Machine guns
Will kiss my head
Will close the door when I have dozed
Machine guns
I know they’re never far from me
Machine guns
Dim the lights ‘Til I can’t see
I’ll make my bed upon these bodies
And dream my favorite dream one last time
A fairytale about a place that has no Machine guns
I won’t be your universal soldier I won’t be a sacrificial lamb I’ll fight to succeed and I’ll fight to be free
But I won’ t fight in lands across the sea I won’t be your universal soldier
Chapter 6: traNShuMaN I can see the ceiling. At least, I think it’s a ceiling. It has no texture. The lighting seems uniform.
I close my eyes and open them again. I can see a shadow on the ceiling now. It looks like a face. It’s moving.
I hear a voice. It’s a soothing female voice. It’s telling me not to be afraid.
I feel a faint vibration in my chest. I can’t feel my heartbeat. I try to sit up but I can only move my head.
I’m in a hospital. There’s a nurse and a doctor here. They say I was blown to pieces, considered KIA, but they brought me back. I don’t feel like anything is missing.
“Don’t worry, we put you back together,” says the Doctor. “I can’t let you move yet, but I can let you see yourself on this video feed here.” He turns on a monitor across the room from me, and I can see myself lying in bed.
My right hand is made of metal. It’s attached to a metal arm that runs into my torso. Both of my legs are metal. My chest is metal. My face is missing from the nose down. I have red eyes. I’m horrifying.
“You’ll be back in action in no time soldier! I think you’ve got a lot of years of military life ahead of you yet – and good thing, we need you out there. You’re equipped with the latest combat A.I. software for targeting and close quarters battle, and it’ll respond to remote control as well. Even if you’re unconscious you’ll still be fighting for the state! How do you like the sound of that?” I try to scream, but nothing happens.
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DaY oF the DeaD exhiBit at the palMer MuSeuM
be sure to CheCK the museum Website At WWW PALmermuseum.org for further DetAiLs on uPComing events AnD future exhibits.
As the leaves begin to pile up around town, and the air begins to chill we can’t help but feel the festivities of the season. In honor of this time of the year, the museum will be hosting its annual Day of the Dead exhibit, Recuerdas, Reinterpreting Ofrendas.
The Day of the Dead, El Día de los Muertos, is a traditional holiday in Mexico and many South American countries. It is based on ancient Aztec mingled with Christian beliefs. The official date for Day of the Dead is November 2nd, although it is celebrated between October 31st and November 2nd. These dates correspond with the Catholic celebrations of All Saints Day and All Souls Day.
This correspondence results from the Catholic Church's efforts to find similarities between the indigenous and Christian beliefs. Today, the celebration takes place at about the same time ancient corn festivals were celebrated, when food from a plentiful harvest was shared with the deceased.
This national holiday is considered to be the most important holiday of the year in Mexico and celebrations vary from state to state.
Though the subject matter may be considered morbid from the Anglo Saxon perspective, Mexicans celebrate the Day of the Dead joyfully, and though it occurs at the same time as Halloween, All Saints' Day and All Souls Day, the traditional mood is much brighter with emphasis on celebrating and honoring the lives of the deceased, rather than fearing evil or malevolent spirits.
The uplifting mood created during this time is in contrast to the sadness often associated with death because according to Aztec tradition, “one does not mourn for a departed one, for tears will fall on the path the soul must travel and the soul may slip and fall.”
The tradition continues in Contemporary Mexican culture today because festive elements have been
introduced into the celebrations. It is now considered a time for family to come together –both living and dead. People celebrate the holiday in their households, as well as in the cemeteries. In their homes, offerings of food and drink are prepared for the dead. Ofrendas, offerings, are often set up in the home on an altar displaying portraits, personal goods, clothing, favorite foods, and possessions of the deceased family member.
These altars are not meant for worshipping but rather serve as a conduit that allows the living to have a visual representation of their ancestors. The elements within the ofrendas are believed to attract the spirits. The souls are said to return each year to enjoy the pleasures that they once had in life and to be with their living relatives for a few brief hours. The Day of the Dead has become a time for people to remember, re-live, and enjoy.
The Palmer Museum would like to invite you to join us this month as we
celebrate this special holiday through a dynamic display of traditional altars and newly reinvented ones. Several videos will also be playing throughout the day describing the traditions of Day of the Dead festivities around the world. The exhibit will be on display at the museum beginning Wednesday, October 8th through Wednesday, November 5th.
The museum would also like to remind valley residents that the last Palmer Art Walk of 2014 is scheduled for Saturday, November 8th, where we will be auctioning off a special selection of reinvented artistic sewing machines.
All proceeds from the auction will go towards the 2015 Palmer Art Walk. For more information, please contact the Palmer Museum at 746-7668.
> The Palmer Museum looks forward to celebrating fall in the valley and bringing more art to the community!
puBliSheS FirSt Novel iN eNGliSh
Contributed by Publication Consultants
This is a story of second chances, by Anchorage author Tetiana Brooks. Love and revenge, redemption and Life drive this contemporary novel.
In My Angel, the protagonist, Polina, loses her husband to “a mouse,” but nearly dies as she wreaks her revenge. Caught in a fiery explosion, Polina ends up with severe burns over much of her body. How she works her way back from death is handled with intuition as well as the experience of Brooks’ career in psychology in Ukraine. This book shuffles and then deals out many aspects of human behavior that anyone living on Earth will recognize. But the result is entirely Brooks’ own.
Tetiana Brooks is a new author in the United States, but well known in Ukraine where she published three titles in Russian: My Angel, To Become Human, and the first novel of a trilogy, Soul. These books throw light on the dichotomy of our earthly existence and its ramifications in the spiritual world. “There is interconnection,” says Brooks. “All of Life is interwoven. I write about how the one affects the other.” Brooks says all of her novels contain events that actually happened.
Brooks achieved two Masters Degrees in Ukraine, where she graduated from Dragomanov National Pedagogical
University in Kiev, with specialties in teaching and psychology. Inquisitive and emotional, she has had a life “rich with troubles,” as she puts it. In one way, My Angel imitates the author’s life. Like her character Polina, Brooks met and married an Alaskan.
Tetiana started her life over in the USA, a country of opportunity, and became a member of Alaska Writers Guild and 49 Writers. She dissolved her fears over publishing here in English, deciding it was time to put some of her life experience and observations into this book, suitable for YA readers as well as adults.
“I want to let others learn what I have learned, from My Angel, not from their own pain. Alaska inspired me,” says Brooks. She has now been in Anchorage for ten years, and is translating into English the other novels she published. Being an artist helps her design her own books, too.
Meet the author at Read Alaska Weekend November 28-30 from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. at Anchorage Museum. Visit www.anchoragemuseum.org
> My Angel: A Story of Salvation and Love, is available at publicationconsultants. com, www.tetianabrooks.net, independent bookstores, or wherever good books are sold.
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MeeTing WiTh The Well KnoWn
StaNDiNG aGaiNSt plot to WeaKeN BelieF iN GoD iS topiC oF NeW
Contributed by Publication Consultants
In this alternate history, an Alaskan geologist jumps back in time to re-live twenty-seven years, and must discover God’s assignment for him, in order to reunite with his wife.
Carey Cossaboom dies in 1990, in an automobile accident on the Seward Highway. He regains consciousness in South Anchorage, in 1963. Meeting With The Well Known details the journey back to his proper time and place. The impossible circumstances, the delicate change of history, and the call of God to challenge the Church’s misconception of science. An adventure too incredible to declare as true.
The inspiration for this book came over a period of time as author Carey Cossaboom realized that Creation Science has weakened the immensity of God’s creation. As the story’s Carey Cossaboom argues:
“But doesn’t some of the most modern scientific thought absolutely support some of the earliest Biblical wisdom? Take the Big Bang
theory. Essentially, all of this from nothing; a single starting point, the ‘void’ of Genesis. And as mentioned several times in Isaiah, if not elsewhere, where God has ‘stretched out the heavens,’ well, that sounds a lot like the continually expanding universe and the explanation of the red shift.”
Carey will be signing his new book at Read Alaska, November 28-30 at the Anchorage Museum, and Fred Meyer on Abbott Road, December 13, 3-7 pm.
Meeting with the Well Known, $16.95 is available as a trade paperback and e-book. It can be found at Barnes and Nobel, Amazon, from the author, and Publication Consultants, the Alaska publisher: www.publicationconsultants.com
> Carey Cossaboom is a retired geologist living in Anchorage. He has a passion for reconciling the true teachings of Christianity with the present knowledge of science, particularly geology.
art ShoW at vaGaBoND BlueS Tina Fisher
oCtober 10th - november 14th in PALmer
“ As a Wasilla High graduate, Tina feels blessed to live in the Mat-Su Valley with her husband and four boys, finding ways to give back to the community that she grew up in. ”
Tina is passionate about art and inspiring creativity in others.
As a Wasilla High graduate, Tina feels blessed to live in the Mat-Su Valley with her husband and four boys, finding ways to give back to the community that she grew up in.
Her work in the arts includes a broad range of approaches from medical drawings & stage design to installations & fine art paintings. Her most recent work was displayed in July 2014 on the jumbotron at Times Square in NYC.
After earning her Bachelors of Arts at UAA in Painting and Drawing, Tina went on to complete her teaching license through UAF. Tina spent a year at Colony High for student teaching, and was trained at Manhattan College to teach Advanced Placement Studio Arts.
Tina enjoyed subbing with the school district for several years, teaching private art lessons out of her home, opened Upper Room Arts studio in 2011, and is excited to be teaching art at Mat-Su Central this year.
sChooLhouse roCK KiCKs off the seAson
Contributed by teeka ballas
This Halloween Night, Alaska Junior Theater is combining nostalgia, entertainment and seasonal fun to make the Atwood Concert Hall in downtown Anchorage the very best place for families to be for the holiday.
The evening will begin with AJT’s Season 33 kickoff show, “Schoolhouse Rock Live!” at 7pm.
A Childsplay production from Arizona, “Schoolhouse…” brings to the live stage the Emmy award winning songs of the 1970s animated show. Such numbers as “Conjunction Junction,” “I’m Just a Bill,” and “Interplanet Janet” continue to entertain, educate and thrill young audiences.
> For tickets visit akjt.org or call 263-ARTS
“Schoolhouse Rock Live!” follows Tom, a jittery schoolteacher who is antsy with anticipation about is first day of teaching. Trying to relax by watching television, he is greeted by different facets of his personality who inspire him to win his students over with music.
After a fun-filled hour of song and dance, AJT will host its third annual Halloween Trick-or-Treat Party on all four lobby floors of the Atwood Concert Hall.
Open to the public, everyone is encouraged to come in costume and trick-or-treat with AJTs supporters and friends.
> For more information on upcoming shows, or hosting a Halloween booth, call Alaska Junior Theater at 907.272.7546.
MaSSive art auCtioN
art auCtioN iN aNChoraGe iNCluDeS WorKS BY SalvaDor Dali, aNthoNY quiNN, reD SKeltoN, aND More!
by Kailey gamble
Alaska: The Last Frontier. Our majestic state is home to magnificent scenery, a top of the line selection of outdoor activities, gourmet fresh food…and a killer underground art scene? No, that wasn’t autocorrect. What you read is true. If you know where to look, you can find an array of work in the 49th state that spans centuries, continents, and methods.
A collection of this nature will be showcased and auctioned off this November by Webb Auction and Appraisal. In their first Anchoragebased event, this locally owned and operated business will present a smorgasbord of everything from whimsical paintings to big game taxidermy.
“This auction has turned into one of the largest art auctions we have done,” says Jillyan Webb of the family-owned business. Founded in 1977 in the Mat-Su Valley, Web Auction and Appraisal is run by 3rd generation auctioneer, Robert “Brad” Webb, and his daughter, Jillyan Webb. Together, they utilize their years of experience to, among many other services, bring art enthusiasts together and work with collectors to help them buy and sell their artwork, like Big Lake’s Robert DeLoach and Eugene Zola, who currently own a majority of the pieces being shown in the fast approaching auction.
The range of paintings to be presented is especially impressive. Local artists like Charles Gause and Ernest Robertson will be featured, as well as internationally renowned artists such as Anthony Quinn and Red Skelton. Even Salvador Dali’s work will make an appearance at the upcoming show with the noteworthy, “Charon and the Passage of Acheron.”
The expanse of art doesn’t stop there. Antique trinkets have also found their way into this diverse event, including a viewer from the 1800s’. These fun devices were used to view artwork or far away sceneries right at the user’s fingertips. Unique Alaskan treasures of carvings and furs will also be up for auction. Attendees will even have the chance to acquire a 57-pound mammoth tusk!
Another form of art featured that deserves significant attention is that of taxidermy. Not only does it take an exceptional amount of skill and attention to detail to get these creations just right, but there are also stringent constrictions collectors must adhere to in order to purchase pieces.
In order to legally sell these mounts in Alaska under everyday circumstances, one must have a taxidermy license awarded by the state. However, and as is the case for the upcoming auction, Fish and Game may also authorize a one-time sale of the pieces through a death estate. Those attending have the good fortune and rare opportunity to view and purchase from a selection of more than ten beautiful mounts that include antelope, buffalo, and caribou in full velvet.
“In the 30 plus years Webb Auction has been operating in Alaska, we have never sold such an extensive and diverse collection of cultured art, antiques, and taxidermy mounts in one auction. The diversity of the art, from the Salvador Dali to authentic Alaska Native carvings and local well-known Alaskan artists, is so expansive,” says Jillyan Webb, “Webb Auction is thrilled to see this auction come to fruition.”
“Charon and the Passage of Acheron.” by Salvador Dali
the AntiCiPAtion of ALAsKA’s Art Community is PALPAbLe. this is An event thAt CoLLeCtors AnD enthusiAsts ALiKe Won’t WAnt to miss. sAturDAy - nov. 1, 20014 @ 2Pm, miLLenuim hoteL, AnChorAge www.WEBBAUCTIONAK. com
Sleep reBellioN revieW: eMpire oF lieS
by Josh fryfogle
I haven’t done a review in a long time. As a musician myself, I don’t get the purpose of a written review of sound. All you can do is make comparisons. Art should be taken without comparison. We’re not talking about a new car, where comparisons make sense. We’re talking about art - an expression of self. It will appeal to those it was meant to, no more no less. We’re not talking horsepower, gas mileage, or some other measurable thing. It’s art, man.
So, if you’re reading this, it’s because I felt passionately enough about the music so as to want to write about it.
This album is one of those albums that I will actually listen to more than once. It’s got that progressive rock sound that is definitely one of my favorite styles. It deals with heady topics, not just love and sex like most music seems to focus, topics that seem timely, set to timeless musicianship.
I love the effort and direction.
It was 11 or 12 years ago that I first met Chris McGraw. His family owned the computer cafe, The Digital Cup. It was in the same building as Papa John’s in Wasilla. I remember driving on the Parks Hwy and seeing Chris setting up sound equipment on a summer day, making a scene.
Photon Life, that was the name of the recording that Chris was promoting. It wasn’t nearly as good as his current project, ‘Empire of Lies’, released under the moniker of Sleep Rebellion. But his presentation, self-production, and incredible guitar skills were evident even then. He’s a well-rounded musician.
With this newest project, all those same elements are there, but honed to a sharp edge. The production, unlike so many independently-produced projects, is highly listenable. It is radio-ready. But is radio ready for Sleep Rebellion?
> Chris McGraw even wrote a short story to accompany his album. We’ve printed the entire story, along with the lyrics, starting back on page 11
if you are a fan of prog rock, whether it’s rush, tool, Pink floyd or Dream theater, you’ll hear something familiar. the influence of these progenitors of prog rock is evident in the sound of sleep rebellion, but it doesn’t come off as derivative. it is a unique, developed album project.
a C ro SS
I) Female hogs
I) Litigious one
2) Director Preminger
3) Make high-pitched, whiny noises
4) Con artist’s accomplice
5) Evil hypnotist of fiction
6) Engine knock
7) Caribbean taro
8) Light on Broadway
9) Fatigued
10) American-born Japanese
11) Far from ruddy
12) Cosmetic additive
13) Headline material
21) Charged particle
22) S, for Socrates
25) Type of tree
26) Hunter in the night sky
27) Posts on a ship’s deck
29) Remove from the game
30) Goblin or bugbear
31) Acquire, as debt
32) Bach composition
33) Microwaves, e.g.
34) Hemmed in
36) Take steps
39) Pantry pest
41) German poet Heinrich
42) Increase or enhance
48) Like some regions
49) Golfbag item
51) African ruminant
53) Ineffective, as a threat
54) Monthly expense, for many
55) It melts in your mouth
56) “ of the Cave Bear”
57) Raconteur’s offering
58) Geishas’ sashes
59) Arboreal monkey
60) Home to Mount Konahuanui
61)” the Rainbow”
62) Not on the rocks
5) Not be frugal
10) Tandoor-baked bread
14) Mormons settled it
15) The “V” in VCR
16) Maroon’s home
17) Pins and needles case
18) _ a high note
19) Finish third
20) Expressing sarcasm, in a way
23) Nautical journal
24) Caesar’s 3
25) Organized criminals
28) Taking into custody
32) Watch vest pocket
35) Operatic song
37) Spinks who beat Ali
38) Grayish-violet
40) Features of most pro baseball games
43) Memorable soprano Lehmann
44) Mystery board game
45) Adjust, as a motor
46) USNA grad
47) Get from a parent
50) NY summer time
51) Low digit
52) “_ whiz!”
54) Odets play
63) First name in jazz
64) Black-and-white outfit
65) Cover the road
66) A less-than-average tide
67) Glitterati, e.g.
68) Train in a celebrated Duke Ellington song
69) “Beloved” author Morrison
70) Pine product
71) Mongolian tent
Wax Dogs Wane
by Nan Potts
It all began with two dogs
Who enjoyed chewing flesh from bone. From the bones, begat the moulds; Into moulds, was poured the wax
And the wax became the bone as well as the glue, And that, which once was bone, took on shapes of dogs.
One cur, then six, were whelped.
Once sculpted and cleaned, Their wax sprues, properly placed and welded together With more wax, provided plumbing to receive molten iron And channels to expel unwanted air.
Each body held its spindly apparatus, Like feeding tubes of life, Were now gently plunged into slip and sand. No real dog could tolerate such treatment. Yet, these dogs of wax thrived in their genesis.
They were laid out to dry.
Then, dunked, over and over,
Again and again, immersed deeper and deeper Into a milky liquid that coated their frames And smothered then with glassy grit
Until they grew in weight, achieving their allotted size.
Patiently, they reposed, drying;
Sleeping in their stoney cocoons awaiting their fiery demise, A hellish metamorphosis, Preparing them for their brief sojourn
From pliable wax, waning into nothingness; a hollow mould.
Like phoenix from the ash, They rise in molten form
From the ruins of modern scrap; Rusted radiators, broken engine blocks, cracked casings, et al, Animate and shape anew these hounds of metal.
Iron-clad in irony, each beg to be released
To demonstrate their resiliency. With lives renewed, their shells are smashed, Harkened back to the earth from whence they came: Sand to sand and clay to clay.
Thus, these dogs of iron stand silently
Anticipating the groom and polish of the grinding wheel. Our two dogs, assistant creators of the seven, Masters of chomp and gnaw, Pant cheerfully in expectation, continued participation Of marrowbone consummation.
*Lost-wax Casting, is a process by which a sculpture is duplicated in metal (in this case iron), cast from an original sculpture in wax.
o ut of the Darkness
By Nick Begich
Out of the darkness, into the light
Awakening in the morning, in love’s twilight. Touched by an angel, on who’s wings I ride Floating through a new and vibrant countryside.
Out of the darkness, into the light
I though of raindrops through sunlight
Spreading the colors of beauty prisms bright Into the scintillating light and I, out of the long dark night
Out of the darkness, into the light
The lift of precious stones in firelight
See the colors of deep vibrant hues Giving life and providing clues
Out of the darkness, into the light
We walk together in bright firelight Into the soul are the two merged As the past fire’s last are purged
Out of the darkness, into the light
The phoenix rise into a new night again in firelight
The life does burn but shall not sear
We are beyond in this moment no more fear
Out of the darkness, into the light
We walk together this each other’s sight
Knowing not alone but refined in the actions past Living in a love at last.
Out of the darkness, into the light
The Creator know our hearts delight Two are one and one is three Merged into a greater eternity.
Out of the darkness, into the light
Into the sky in dreams in flight
We see each other throughout the night. Into the morning sunshine we land so light.
Out of the darkness, into the light
Finding our path within daylight
Sunrise in a heart refined by fire
There is a greater strength we never tire
Out of the darkness, into the light
We are in the mind, in Creator’s sight
Touching the Now in universal power. This is the moment this is our house
BiG DaDDY’S toBaCCo Shop
“I looked at the front counter and realized that I was in a tobacco shop only because I recognized what was in the jars.”
by Kellie Davis
“I believe that the tradition of men smoking cigars after a baby is born,” said the wise customer (who declined sharing his name) who was browsing the tobacco, “I believe that it comes from how, when a man and a woman make love and conceive a baby, the woman, she gets a little you know… and the man, after nine months of crazy, decides to celebrate with a fine cigar because it is over!”
Walking into Big Daddy’s Tobacco Shop in the Old Clock Tower on Main Street in Wasilla is a treat. I wandered in when, in the midst of several feminine stores, I saw a lone gentleman inside what appeared to be an empty flower cooler and arranging boxes. As soon as I walked in, he came out and asked if he could help me.
I looked at the front counter and realized that I was in a tobacco shop only because I recognized what was in the jars. When I read their labels, I wondered if I was in a chocolate truffle shop. The tobaccos had names like, “Cherry Cavendish,” “Black Truffle,” “Champagne,” “Peaches and Cream,” and (last on my list, but not limited to) “Irish Cream.” The owner, Anthony, explained that I was looking at pipe tobacco, then showed me around his store. There was pipe tobacco, there was cigarette tobacco, then there were the hand-rolled cigars. Anthony only carries hand-rolled cigars as personal preference.
I asked if he was addicted to tobacco, but he said that while he had been a heavy smoker many years ago, he had no desire for cigarettes any more, although he did enjoy an occasional cigar. As we spoke, conversation kept going to his young daughter, a miracle baby, and how he, a former slope truck driver, enjoys coming home at the end of the day to be with her.
He said that in the tobacco that he carries, they do not add chemical or the agents that keep cigarettes burning after the owner leaves them along and
quits puffing. He even carries a certified organic line!
Getting to smell the cigars was like taking in wafts of chocolate or wine, but more seductive. I smelled hints of grass and bold coffee and chocolate smells. Had I been blindfolded, I would have still recognized in different cigars the scents of whisky, various dried fruits, chocolate in various forms, spices across the spectrum, particular wood scents from my father’s work room, nuts, and rich desserts. As I walked through the humidor, I saw quality cigars that ranged in price from $8 up to the Edicion Diamants Capa Reserva Cohiba cigars for $40. I saw beautiful assortment bags of cigars where there was a nice assortment of three cigars, I saw them for sale by the box (a particular brand had a box with a place for a baby’s photograph!) and I saw them for sale singularly.
I was delighted at the sizes of the cigars. I had thought that they all came in one size, but they were all different, ranging in size from resembling a pinky-sized cigar that was no longer than my finger, and up to a “Presidente” size which is almost 9 inches long. Most were an average of 6” long and of various widths.
As I had shopped for some clothes for myself at the store next door, Younique Boutique, and had even treated myself to lunch at the beautiful tea room, The Clumsy Clover, and decided to assuage my guilt of self indulgence and bought my husband a $12 Tatian Nightcap that smelled of coffee and chocolate. Anthony asked if my husband had a cigar cutter and my confused face and comment that we had scissors told him that I was clueless. He suggested his least expensive cutter, a $4 model of which he had several in boxes.
As I looked at cutters, I saw that he could have upsold me something steeper priced, as
they went up to almost $70. All of it was worth it. I looked at the products and saw how well-made they were. I also saw a wide selection of cigarette papers and pipes like my father used to smoke.
All in all, I found it to be a delightful store. As I shopped, a steady stream of customers came in and shared stories about their lives and travels in Alaska.
One customer teased Anthony and said that if she could open up her own tobacco shop that she could call it “Big Momma’s Tobacco Shop.”
Big Daddy’s Tobacco Shop could very well become a great stop in Wasilla for tobacco lovers, and Meta Rose, with its tea room, consignment clothing store, and flower shop, has a great chance of being the bustling little mall that it was many years ago.
“Hold on there,” says the doctor, noticing that I’m trying to make a noise, “We haven’t turned on your vocal synthesizer yet. It will translate your neural impulses into a simulated voice. Let me activate it, here.” He does something with a handheld device, and a loud, inhuman screeching noise emanates from my chest cavity. The doctor and nurse cover their ears. I have no breath, so the scream is endless, until the doctor shuts me off again.
“I’ll just give you something to help you sleep. We’ll talk more later.” The doctor manipulates his handheld again, and I start to feel warm and relaxed. I lose consciousness.
A few months go by. I’m a slave. The A.I. isn’t good enough to fight all on its own, and Command can’t spare remote operators for every soldier, so I’m left conscious most of the time, with the knowledge that at any moment my body can inject a sedative, or inflict unbearable pain. Once in a while they put me to sleep, and when I wake up I’ve got the guts of foreigners all over me. At least I dream. I dream of open fields, a woman’s face, and my dad. Every time I sleep I hope someone kills me, but the combat routines are always improving, and I’m fast, and strong, and my limbs are replaceable.
Today, however, I’m killing Americans. They must be anti-government types, maybe Sub Staters. It’s a horrific scene, like all the others. My metal body cuts through them with speed and efficiency. I round a corner and acquire a new target. The combat routine takes over, like always, and I shoot him in the head. Another target starts to run. My bionic legs chase him down in seconds. I pounce. My retractable blades sever his spine.
Standing over the bodies of my latest victims, I feel something hit me hard in the back. I go to the ground, immobilized. Finally, someone got me! My meds kick in and everything goes dark.
Chapter 7: the aGoriSt
As I slowly regain consciousness, a voice echoes through the darkness, “What did you do?” It asks. I don’t know what I did. I died?
“What did you do?” It keeps repeating the question. “Hey, wake up.”
I sit up. My comms are dead. My targeting interface won’t turn on.
“Tell me what you did, and maybe we won’t have to kill you,” says a grizzled old man with a white beard. “Please kill me,” I say.
He’s silent for a moment, then asks, “Why?”
“Look at me… I’m a killer. They could take control any moment now.”
“I don’t envy you son. You must’ve pissed off someone real good. All you super soldiers did. But we’ve freed you. They can’t control you anymore. What I want to know is, what did you do? Can I trust you?”
I take a moment to look around. There’s a group of people hovering. Most of them have guns. Some of them have tactical headgear, and pieces of combat suits patched together in odd configurations.
“I don’t know what I did. My dad was a journalist, investigating the government. He got arrested. I was trying to get him out, or even just see him. Then the %$@^% drafted me.”
“Hmm, I see. What was your dad investigating?”
“I… I don’t know,” I think for a moment, “Project Mobius?”
The old man’s left eyebrow rises. He looks at his compatriots, then back at me. “What do you know about that, son?”
“It’s uh… secret?”
He chortles. “Rest up kid. We’ll talk more soon.”
After a few days I’m with the old man again, taking a trip into what he calls The Underground. He’s a Sub Stater rebel, as I figured, but he prefers the term Agorist. His name is Tom. He says he can’t get my dad back, or make me human again, but he needs my help anyway, and I might get to kill the assholes who took my life from me. I’m game.
My GPS link was severed by the rebels when they freed me, so I still have no idea where in the world I am. A poor town, by the looks of it. I see beggars, old men, children. Everyone ignores us.
“So where’s this Underground?” I ask Tom.
“Take this,” he says, and places his hand over mine. Into my palm he drops an ordinary looking playing card – a Joker. I examine it inquisitively. Within seconds it bursts into flames and I drop it.
“Come and get it! Half a gold ounce or two nanos!”
I look up to face the source of the unexpected announcement. Where once I saw a beggar, now I see a young man dressed in an expensive suit, hawking something small and electronic. There’s a large neon sign levitating above his corner of the street that reads, “Maxwell’s Clerk –Electronic Boutique.”
On the other side of the street I see a gun store, liquor, music. There’s a brothel in the distance, and one of the young women that was previously dressed in rags now appears stark nude. There’s all kinds of people here, from every kind of ethnic and cultural background. Some are selling, some are buying, some are working, some are just hanging out. Anything you could imagine is available here, from all corners of the Earth. They use cryptocurrency for most transactions, although I do see some people exchanging gold. Everyone stares at me.
“Tom, are you seeing this?” I say, half expecting him to tell me I’m crazy.
“Calm down,” he says, “Haven’t you ever used an Aug before?”
“They’re illegal. Anyway I didn’t run anything, everything just changed! What did you do?”
Tom sighs. “The card I gave you, it contained the network encryption and a small program, encoded in the image. All you have to do is look at the picture and your implants install and run the connection software. The network is sending you visual overlay data for everything you see here, straight to your retinal feed. Much of what you hear is thoughtstreamed by other Undergrounders.”
“That’s incredible. Everyone is hiding in plain sight,” I say. “But the software gets installed just by looking at a picture? Without my consent? How is that even possible?”
“A little back door trick the government adds secretly to everyone’s neural implants. Don’t think too much about it kid, or you’ll get paranoid. Maybe not every craving you ever had or decision you ever made was really yours. Hell, maybe they even make some people see UFO’s, go crazy, to discredit them. Good news is, we didn’t find any unusual software lurking around in your head, beyond the stuff they normally load in you killer cyborgs.”
That doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better about it.
Tom keeps talking, “The Underground is big. Much bigger than what you see here. Most of it’s online, you know, but this is just one of a few places where we gather in person. A lot of the people here are in hiding, and they aren’t comfortable seeing a Weapon of the State walking around,” says Tom.
“Ex-Weapon of the State,” I reply firmly.
“Even so, it took more than a little convincing of the various security agencies to let you down here. Just don’t give anyone a reason to get jumpy. Act cool.”
“%$#@ you. I’m cool.”
Tom looks nervous.
We walk into a bar. Tom says something to the bartender, who hands him what looks like a piece of jewelry. He thanks him and we leave almost as quickly as we entered.
“Encryption key,” he whispers to me. “Without it we can’t contact our client. Don’t let me lose this.” He clasps it around his neck and we walk a few more blocks down the street.
“Hold up here for a few.” We stop outside the entrance to a cybernetics shop. Tom goes in and I wait outside, meeting everyone’s stares with grim composure – which, since I haven’t got a lot of expressive function left to my face, is all I’m capable of anyway. When Tom returns, he’s carrying what
appears to be a gas mask with goggles, and beckons me to follow.
“Kid, let me tell you a little secret about how this revolution is actually being fought,” he says. “When most of the productive people of the Earth have withdrawn their resources from the world of statists, what will happen to the states? Without victims, what good is power? Thieves with nothing to loot soon starve. Sure, we’re gonna fight a bit, but we don’t win with guns. We win by starving those who want to control us.”
As Tom talks, we continue on our journey into an abandoned subway system, where The Underground seems to stretch for miles. The only laws seem to be these: Don’t aggress against anyone, and don’t attract the attention of the police. Plenty of clandestinely armed individuals seem eager to enforce the law.
You can use a gun, or use your mind, Display the truth in the land of the blind, You can bind down his hands, but never his heart You can trade or steal, but you can’t force art
If you want to deal, you’ll pay the price Or swindle and steal, just roll the dice No one’s his master, nobody his slave Just shut up and pay up, if you want to trade
He says, “Value for value, beats eye for an eye, For the price of the moon, I’ll sell you the sky.”
Ideas reproduce In the marketplace Pride makes money In the marketplace All is fair in the marketplace
All that’s produced From the exotic to the mundane All you desire Whether erotic or profane From all corners of the Earth Nothing’s forbidden here Some things just cost a little more
He says, “Utopia’s for sale, and can’t you see why? You don’t need to save the old world, just let it wither and die.”
Ideas reproduce In the marketplace Pride makes money In the marketplace
Revolutions begin In the marketplace
Chapter 8: NeW WorlDS
We walk for hours until we come upon some barely used segments of the subway, much more ancient and decrepit than the rest. Fallen debris blocks the main tunnels. Some side passages are completely dark, and the air is foul. Tom insists that we don’t use lights for some reason, so he wears his gas mask with goggles – apparently capable of night vision – and I rely on my
implants. He leads us through what seems like a labyrinth, until finally we come upon a room with a small alcove.
“What now?” I ask.
“Now, we wait,” he replies.
Hours pass.
Suddenly and without warning, a brilliant flash of light illuminates our surroundings, accompanied by a loud bang that echoes throughout the tunnels. There’s a shimmering visage of a woman in the middle of the alcove, and all the air seems to be rushing towards her. She’s standing in a green field, with blue sky behind her, and her hair is being blown backwards by the wind, as if to punctuate the absurdly over-dramatic entrance.
“Come on!” yells Tom, and before I’ve had a chance to process what I’m seeing, he jumps into the light and joins the woman in the grassy field.
“Okay, sure, why not?” I say to myself, and jump after him.
I’m standing in the open air and sunlight, surrounded by grass, trees, and mountains in the distance. There’s no sign of the underground tunnels. I’d be blinded by the sudden change in lighting if it wasn’t for my retinal implants.
“What the hell was that? Where are we?” I ask.
“About 2,000 miles from where you were,” says the woman. “Do you like my invention? I call it Mobius.”
She’s an older lady, possibly in her late 50’s. Not very pretty, but her eyes are fierce and wide and black.
“This is Dr. Lisa Berkowitz, kid. We’re here to protect her,” says Tom, “And to make sure this portal technology gets used to free people, not enslave them. Sorry I couldn’t tell you everything before, but you never know who’s listening.”
“You could have told me in the tunnels. If that was a portal, and it can just pop in and out wherever you want it to, why’d we even have to go down those tunnels in the first place?”
“We were being followed. I wanted to lose them before we made the jump.”
“We weren’t being followed. I would have detected it.”
“Those implants are fancy, but they’re useless against a stealther. This little mask here, however…” He taps on the gas mask clipped to his belt, “It isn’t just night vision. Special EM sensors.”
Stealthers? I’ve heard of experiments with invisibility tech, but never anything being used on a combat suit. I remember the day I was killed.
“Tom, what governments have access to stealth suits?” I ask.
“Only one government could, kid. The U.S.”
I start to wonder who Private Farley had pissed off.
“Tom, you could have told me we were being followed.”
“If they’d heard me say that, they would have jumped us. Don’t worry, we lost them. Can we get on with our job here?” He looks annoyed.
Tom grills Lisa for a while on the Mobius device – how it works, what power source it needs. It’s a small device, about the size of a suitcase, controlled remotely by a wristband. I find her story more intriguing than the technical details, though. Lisa is a scientist and inventor. Like all scientists she’s motivated by a desire to explore, to unravel mysteries. The government, however, is motivated by a desire to control, and they acquired her research through coercion, the way they acquire everything. When she found out they had plans to use Mobius as a weapon, she stole it and ran. She says that with enough power, she can travel anywhere. What new worlds beyond Earth might be waiting? Who will inhabit those worlds? Free people, or armies?
Take me away
To the farthest point in time and space
To the shores of the cosmic ocean
Where starlight falls around my face
Find me a way
To reach the edge of all that’s known Where glorious rainbows become unwoven And I am odd by all I’m shown
Take me away
Travellers forge a dark path with only their visions to guide them
They’re finding new worlds Finding new worlds
Recklessly we fall into a sea of mystery
We’re finding new worlds
Finding new worlds
Gone are the days
When we lived in the shade of trees
Afraid of the sky and its mysteries
Its stars suspended in a mystical sea
Beckoning me
The world beyond what we have known Where the dreams of men have long since flown
And I am awed by all I’m shown
Take me away
Travellers forge a dark path with only their visions to guide them
They’re finding new worlds
Finding new worlds
Recklessly we fall into a sea of mystery
We’re finding new worlds
Finding new worlds
Chapter 9: the Creator
“Are you ready?” says Tom. I look around the room. Everyone has adopted my grim expression. I wonder how I’d look if my face could still change its expression. Perhaps I’d have a sadistic, enthusiastic grin. Would everyone copy me then?
I’m part of a strike team tasked with infiltrating a secret political prison, the location having been recently revealed by ex-Federal agents, easily bribed by the Sub Staters. Some of our hackers will disrupt surveillance equipment inside the prison, and we’ll work around the guard patrol schedules. We’ll hop in with Mobius, rescue as many as we can before the guards can notice, and try to avoid any bloodshed. I’m told my dad might be in there.
“Alright you apes,” says Tom, preparing to muster everyone’s courage with a rousing speech, “Let’s uh… Oh, I forgot what I was going to say, just jump through the damn portal.”
After a blinding flash and another suctioninducing pressure differential, we’re through the portal and into a cell. It looks like a medieval dungeon made of grey concrete. The lighting is poor. A single emaciated inmate sits naked in the corner, shielding his face with his arms. With no time to waste, we pick him up and bring him back through before he has a chance to protest, then it’s on to the next cell with a new portal.
It takes roughly fifteen to twenty seconds, on average, to open a portal and clear one of the small, single-inhabited cells. We work in teams. Two in, grab the prisoner, and bring him back. The next portal is opened, and another two man team is up. We rescue about fifty prisoners in less than fifteen minutes, sticking close to schedule and just behind the patrols. Tom and I are up next. Then I see him.
“Dad?” I ask. He looks old, scrawny, and in poor health, but alive. A grey beard and long hair covers most of his features, but I still recognize his eyes. He struggles to peer at me from behind a squint.
“Who are you?” he says.
“It’s me…” I answer, suddenly aware of how I must look and sound.
“I don’t know you,” he replies. It’s hard to hear, but the important thing is he’s safe. He’s alive.
“Come on! We’ve got to keep moving!” Tom shouts. We gather up my frail father and bring him back through the portal.
“Team Four, go!” Tom barks. Lisa operates Mobius, closing our last portal and opening a new one. Team Four wastes no time and jumps through. I turn to look at my father, now being cared for by a nurse.
“Dad, don’t you recognize me?” I say.
“Son? That can’t be you. What have they done to you?” he says. If I could weep, I would.
Our reunion is interrupted by a new voice from behind me, “Nobody move, you’re surrounded.” We all freeze. Tom locks eyes with me.
Two soldiers in black combat suits seem to materialize in front of me. Counting the one behind me, that’s three. Proximity sensors are picking up several others all around me. Ten… Fifteen… If I’m going to act, I have to be fast. I look at Lisa, and she glances at the control device on her wrist. She slams her hand down on the control. I activate my combat A.I.
I duck and twirl, narrowly dodging the first few rounds of fire. I grab my target’s weapon, ripping off his arm in the process. Spinning back around, I see the new portal, and through it what appears to be the Earth from low orbit. She must have opened a rift into space. The force of the vacuum is incredible.
Tom falls through the open rift with one of the soldiers. A third soldier hits me with a grenade, and I’m knocked backwards. I fall farther than I expected. In front of me I see a small patch of blue sky disappear into a ceiling, until I hit a concrete floor. Lisa must have opened a portal to safety behind me, but now I have no idea where I am, or where anyone else is, or what to do.
I barely have time to get on my feet before another portal opens in the ceiling, and through it drops Tom and Lisa.
“Lisa! What happened?” I ask. “Where’s the Mobius device?”
“Gone,” replies Lisa, “We lost it.”
“And my dad…”
“I… I’m so sorry… I saw him get shot.” she says. I’m lost for words. I stare at Tom.
“Lisa jumped in after me, opened another portal in front of us,” he explains, as if sensing my question. “Feel very light headed. Wow.”
“Another couple of seconds and he might have lost consciousness. I think he’ll be alright,” Lisa says.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“Alaska,” she says.
“Our group must have been infiltrated,” says Tom, “It won’t be safe to try and make contact with anyone, so I recommend we split up and hide out for a bit.”
Weeks later, while hiding out in the Canadian Underground, I start hearing strange stories. People are disappearing in places they thought were safe. The army is engaging in impossible flanking tactics. I know what’s happened: the government has turned Mobius into a powerful weapon, just like they wanted. I wonder how Lisa feels, knowing that her creation intended for
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SENIORS
palmer Senior Citizens Center, inc.
The primary mission of the Palmer Senior Citizens Center, Inc. is to assist individuals age sixty or older, individuals of any age with Alzheimer’s Disease or Related Disorders, individuals of any age on the Medicaid Waiver program and other eligible individuals in the Matanuska-Susitna Borough remain as independent as possible in the least restrictive environment possible and out of expensive nursing homes for as long as possible. Services include: congregate and home delivered meals, transportation, adult day services, care coordination, senior employment, family caregivers support, information / referral, chore services, senior housing, chore services, Better Choices Better Health classes, HELP program, activities and volunteer opportunities. 745-5454, pscc@mtaonline.net
alzheimer’s resource agency of alaska
As Alaska’s resource on Alzheimer’s disease, the Alzheimer’s Disease Resource Agency of Alaska (ADRAA) is committed to providing information, education and services for individuals with Alzheimer’s disease and related disorders (ADRD) and their caregivers. We have served Alaskans since 1984, and today we help more than 5,000 people annually.
As a non-profit statewide organization, we provide family consultations, care coordination, in-home services for frail elders & individuals with Alzheimer’s disease and education programs to family caregivers and health care professionals. We are your resource for information and can refer you to services in Alaska or the contiguous U.S. Sam Meneses, 746-3432, www.alzalaska.org
valley Charities, inc; turn-a-leaf thrift Store
Provides medical equipment to all income brackets in the Valley; provides clothing and household goods to Valley residents that are economically disadvantaged. John Rozzi , 376-5740
Wasilla area Seniors, inc. (WaSi)
A Health and Wellness Campus for Seniors on the Go! The goal at WASI is to assist and refer services for Seniors 60 and older so they can live as independently as possible for as long as possible. Some of the services provided are: Meals:
Family Style Meals Monday through Friday 11:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. at the Center. Meals on Wheels home delivered meals.
Housing: Independent Housing for low income and Aprket rate individuals. Optional Assisted Living Services
Transportation: Partnership with MASCOT Bus $.60 per one way ride. Dr. visits by appointment
Other Activities:
Cards, Wii, and Painting at the Center Blood Pressure Checks Club50 Fitness Center, Strong Seniors Program ($5/8 weeks) Shopping Trips and other outings
Valley Performing Arts Theater Visits And much more… call 376-3104 opt.2 for more information.
Dennie Jaques , 376-3104
Mat-Su area partnership (Map)
An organization of non-profit agencies in the Mat-Su Valley. MAP holds a monthly meeting on a Thursday at the Menard Sports Complex in Wasilla. www.mapartnership.org/matsu/
Mid-valley Seniors inc
Mid-Valley Seniors, Inc.
Mid-Valley Seniors has 3 senior housing units-18 apartments and serves a congregate meal Mon-
Fri at 12:00pm. Home delivered meals served daily fresh Mon-Fri, weekend meals are frozen.
Transportation to Adult Day Services is available Mon-Fri 8:00am-3:00pm Come up to the Center for activities or lunch. Lisa Byrd, 892-6114 mvscadmin@mtaonline.net
FAMILIES & CHILDREN
March of Dimes alaska Chapter
The March of Dimes is inspired by all babies – those born healthy and those who need our help to survive and thrive. Working together for stronger, healthier babies, in the Valley we work directly with the Mat-Su Regional Medical Center.
We also provide clinics and organizations with resources and information. We host a March for Babies walk in the Spring and High Heels for High Hopes Runway Show in OCTust.
For more information contact our office 276-4111 or email JOdgers@marchofdimes.com.
alaska Family Services
Alaska Family Services is a multi-dimensional non-profit that has over 20 programs serving the Mat-Su Valley. Major areas are: domestic violence, behavioral health, WIC, family support, and residential for youth with emotional issues. Donn A. Bennice, Ph.D. 746-4080 - akafs.org
liNKS Mat-Su parent resource Center.
We provide support and assistance to families with disabilities. LINKS provides support and trainings, parent to parent connections to mentor, information and referral, and access to library materials. These services are provided through one-on-one assistance and individualized workshops for small or large groups. Our vision is to ensure that every parent and family who has a child with a special need has access to information, education, outreach, and support in a culturally competent environment and to empower then to be advocates for themselves, their children, and their families.
Regan Building 3161 E Palmer Wasilla Hwy. Suite #2
Linda Kupers, Administrative Assistant linda@linksprc.org - 907-373-3632
MYhouse homeless teen Shelter in the Matsu is a non-profit that exists to provide services to unaccompanied youth, ages 14-24, in the Matanuska-Susitna Borough. The services we provide include, but are not limited to, hot meals, shelf stable foods, gas cards, transport to shelter, clothing, tents, sleeping bags, laundry, shower, hygiene products, street outreach, access to medical, dental and mental health care, vocational services and employment opportunities, educational advocacy and life coaching.
Our youth center, The Gathering Place, is located at 300 N. Willow St in central Wasilla. Also on campus is the MYHouse Café, Gathering Grounds, which exists to provide employment for homeless and at risk youth, as well as our partnering agencies and businesses, Nine Star, Mat-Su Public Health Center and Car Deets (an automotive detailing business which hires homeless youth). To learn more, visit our website at myhousematsu.org or call 373-4357.
Family promise Mat-Su
Provides a shelter for families without housing. We mobilize community resources and local congregations to provide compassionate care through shelter, meals, and case management to families without housing. Guest families are housed in area church buildings at night for a week at a time...moving to new host church on Sundays.
Applications are available on our website. 357-6160, www.familypromisematsu.org
the Children’s place
The Children’s Place child advocacy center is a child-friendly, neutral facility where professionals from many agencies involved in the evaluation, investigation and treatment of child abuse meet to coordinate and bring their services to the child and their family. We provide child forensic interviews, medical exams, linkage to mental health providers, follow-up support and referrals throughout the investigation process.
Referrals to The Children’s Place are made through law enforcement and Office of Children’s Services.
The Children’s Place, 357-5157 www.alaskachildrensplace.com
Big Brothers Big Sisters of alaska
Strengthens our communities by providing mentors to all children who need and want a caring adult role model – special friends who can help them expand their horizons, realize their potential and enrich their futures – changing their lives.
alaska Center for resource Families
Provides support, training and education for foster, relative and adoptive families caring for children that have been abused and neglected. ACRF also helps support the Mat-Su Grandparents Support Group in collaboration with Links and Volunteers of America. For more information about foster care and adopting children that are in the OCS child protection system visit our website www.acrf.org or call 376-4678 - bwoodin@nwresource.org
pillows for Kids Foundation
We provide little pillows of support and little scholarships for local children to participate in brain-training activities such as art, music, gymnastics, swimming, skiing, snowboarding, skating, horseback riding, and Aprtial arts.. Mentors and community members contact us when there is an identified need to keep kids, preschool through college, connected with good activities in our community. We plan to publish a book and CD/DVD of Evan’s “Little Pillow” song (copyrighted) soon.
Currently, we are selling washable, decorator pillows of all shapes, sizes and colors for kids and adults as a way of creating funding for the scholarships - Valerie Koivunen pillowsforkids@gmail.com
the Moose Boosters Wrestling Club
A youth development organization that provides aid and funding to low income recreational facilitates and athletes at the high school level. Funding supports athletes who participate in wrestling programs while meeting academic standards.
Michelle Heun - 355-7099
Set Free alaska
Brief description about non-profit: Our children, friends, co-workers; there is someone we know who is struggling with addiction and destructive behaviors. It is the goal of Set Free Alaska to provide excellent, individualized services to our clients. Set Free Alaska is a Christian outpatient substance abuse treatment center that uses a mind-body-spirit approach to recovery.
Our programs are designed to assist people in gaining freedom from the bondage of addiction and destructive behaviors. Set Free Alaska realizes that cost can be a huge deterrent to people seeking and receiving the help they need as well as a huge relapse trigger. Our assessments are based on a sliding fee scale. It is the goal of Set Free Alaska that no person be denied the services they need due to lack of financial resources. Our offices are open MonFri 10-6 and we are located on the Palmer-Wasilla Highway across from the AT&T Sports Center. Philip Licht, Executive Director 373-4732, www.setfreealaska.org/
Big lake Community Clothing Closet
Donated by local Alaskans, Big Lake Community Clothing Closet provides quality clothing to people in need, at no charge.
Clothing and footwear for people of all ages is
available. Also, assorted household items as they are available. This unique program helps people locally. Donations are accepted, to further the program. Any money donated helps pay the rent for our location at 2955 Big Lake Rd., Big Lake, Alaska.
Financial donation could also be mailed to the Big Lake Community Clothing Closet, PO Box 527069, Big Lake, AK 99652.
Open Wednesday’s from 11am-3pm All donations of quality clothing in good condition can be donated at the above address during regular hours of operation. Check us out on Facebook
The ARTs
alaska Celtic pipes & Drums
Those interested in lessons, or in playing pipes or drums with Alaska Celtic Pipes & Drums, please contact the Band by email at craigag@ mtaonline.net or by telephone at (907) 688-4196. The band’s website can be found at http://www. alaskaceltic.org , plus, we’re on Facebook! “The Pipes, the Pipes are calling...”
radio Free palmer
Radio Free Palmer is community radio serving the Sutton and Palmer communities as KVRF 89.5 FM and online at radiofreepalmer.org. On air since 2011, KVRF’s mission is to foster community involvement.
Currently we produce great local shows on topics from health to mushing - and the list of programs is growing. Online we add important community events such as the Borough Assembly and School Board Meetings. Listen to Radio Free Palmer KVRF 89.5 for more community-centric news, music, sports, music or come volunteer to to help bring great radio programming to the valley.
745-8951, Manager@radiofreepalmer.org Radiofreepalmer.org and on Facebook and Twitter
valley Fine arts association
VFAA was formed to teach techniques, and encourage fellowship among visual artists in the Matanuska-Susitna Valley. we strive to promote a supportive attitude toward visual arts in our Alaskan community.
We welcome beginners, students, part-time and professional artists who focus mainly on twodimensional art mediums and want to connect with other creative people and gain more exposure locally.
Throughout the year, we inform our members about opportunities to show their work, participate in group events, view other local artists, and enroll in workshops. During the school year, we organize regular sessions for painting together and host monthly artist demonstrations
Membership in the Valley Fine Arts Association provides many diverse opportunities for artists. Check our website calendar at www. valleyfineartsassociation.org for upcoming events.
Mat-Su Community Chorus, inc.
As Musical Ambassadors of The Valley, The Mat-Su Community Chorus has provided quality vocal music, in its various forms, for the benefit, education and enjoyment of its members and the surrounding communities since 1970. Our membership is open to the public, inviting all who wish to add their voice in song. We offer complimentary performances at public celebrations and deliver formal concerts twice a year.
We are a 501(c)3, non-profit organization, currently with twenty-two members and we are looking towards expanding the organization to better serve the community. With the support from individuals, businesses and other civic organizations we are able to grow our group by bringing the community together through music and to continue our standard of excellence. We meet Octember through Nov. on Thursday evenings at 7-9pm in the Choir Room at Wasilla
High School. Nan Potts 745-8788 matsucomchours@gmail.com
alaska Celtic pipes & Drums of eagle river Alaska Celtic Pipes & Drums of Eagle River, under the leadership of Pipe Major Aja Stewart and Drum Sergeant Bryan Gonzales, are actively recruiting pipers and drummers, as well as those interested in learning Great Highland Bagpipes and Highland Drumming (snare, tenor, bass.) We would like to extend a cordial invitation to anyone who would like to learn to play bagpipes or drums, to FREE lessons with our Band. We are a grade IV competing, family-oriented pipe band established in 2005, and beginners of any age are welcome. Alaska Celtic Pipes & Drums are very active in supporting the community in which we live. Our purpose is to advance the rich cultural heritage of Great Highland Bagpipe music, and to have FUN doing it! ACPD provides free instruction in piping and drumming, with Band practice to follow, every Friday evening at 5:00 and 5:45 pm at Eagle River Presbyterian Church, 12836 Old Glenn Highway, in Eagle River
Those interested in lessons, or in becoming members of ACPD, please contact the Band by email at Nov.gstensgericht@yahoo.com or by telephone at (907) 376-5060. The band’s website can be found at http://www.alaskaceltic.org
Mat-Su Concert Band, inc.
Our mission is to promote, plan, support and conduct educational and cultural activities and opportunities for the benefit of the citizens and residents of Alaska. We do this by providing an outlet for the many talented musicians in and around our area to perform and a venue for the public to come and enjoy with us our music. Rehearsals are every Mon. from 7 to 9 p.m. at Teeland Middle School. For more information, contact Gleo Huyck at 746-0628. matsuconcertband@gmail.com
the Whirling rainbow Foundation
Grandmother Drum International Peace Project
The Whirling Rainbow Foundation is an international spiritual and educational non- profit organization which honors and celebrates the diverse cultural and spiritual paths of the human family. The foundation cultivates the universal teachings of inner peace, loving compassion, wisdom and understanding at the core of every culture and spiritual tradition. We are starting a Global Peace Sanctuary and Sustainable Community in Palmer.
The GrandMother Drum International Peace Project travels the world as the international voice of the Whirling Rainbow Foundation. As a symbol of the heartbeat of love that connects all nations and all races, the seven foot, crystal inlaid GrandMother Drum holds local and global events promoting peace and unity through the universal language of music, dance, cultural and healings arts.
White Eagle Medicine Woman (Suraj Holzwarth) Executive Director www.whirlingrainbow.com
valley performing arts
We’re celebrating over 36 years of Quality Live Theatre! VPA performs seven plays a year from Octember through Nov.. We welcome actors, volunteers, program advertisers and play sponsors to join in supporting VPA, the Valley’s oldest live theatre. The VPA Summer Theatre Arts Programs take place Nov. through Nov. and are for youth 6-11 and 12-17. The VPA Annual Meeting & Awards Ceremony is held each Nov. and Annual Fundraiser in October.
Purchase your tickets online or from our office. Check out audition dates and show times on our website.
373-0195, www.valleyperformingarts.org valley arts alliance
The Valley Arts Alliance is a group of likeminded individuals who have joined together
to encourage, sponsor, facilitate and support artistic expression.
We are a place for both new and established artists of all types—painters, sculptors, musicians, and those involved in the performing arts—to network and to experiment with new ideas and media. We work with local libraries, schools, museums, art councils, and music and art groups to create more venues for the arts, and to help promote art related events. www.valleyartsalliance.com
ANIMALS
aK Cat Kitty rescue
is a local small kitty rescue. We specialize in litters of kittens, and our facility is designed that way. We will take in litters from the community, and will assist in getting their mom cat spayed. ALL of our kittens are up to date on vaccines, and have been spayed/ or neutered prior to adoptions. We are a 501c3, so any donations are tax deductible. If you are looking to adopt, or need help placing a litter, please call us! We are currently looking for help with computer type tasks, updating website, or updating our adoptions and monthly expences.
AK CAT 907-232-4444 www.akcat.org
alaska Dog & puppy rescue (aDpr)
Alaska Dog & Puppy Rescue is an all volunteer, non-profit organization formed for the purpose of rescuing homeless dogs and puppies. We have rescued dogs throughout Alaska, including various Bush communities. These rescued dogs are placed in foster homes, where they are socialized, vaccinated, dewormed, and taken to the vet to be microchipped and spayed or neutered. It is our goal to have an animal sanctuary, so that all adoptable dogs are given an opportunity to find their forever homes. We encourage individuals to volunteer for this very worthy cause.
745-7030 adpr03@yahoo.com
alaska assistance Dogs (a ad)
AAD provides service dogs to Alaskans with special needs (physical, physiological & mental health), and incorporates therapeutic programs into service dog training. AAD works with special education students at school, provides teen mentoring in community training venues, offers domestic violence/PTSD support groups, FASD/ Autism programs, and provides service dogs and support groups for veterans with PTSD and their families.
Therapist on staff, and all trainers are certified by the founder of the service dog concept, Dr. Bonnie Bergin.
Carole J. Shay, Lpc. carole@alaskaassistancedogs.org
Meadow Gates Farm Sanctuary
Meadow Gates Farm Sanctuary has provided shelter and care for unwanted pet rabbits since 2001. We are a 501(c)3 non-profit charitable corporation. Rabbits are taken in when space is available. They are evaluated for behavior and personality, spayed/neutered, then adopted to new pet homes. Bunnies not able to be adopted are maintained permanently at the sanctuary. Responsible adult volunteers are always needed.
907-357-6437, www.meadowgates.com manager@meadowgates.com
VARIETY
united Way of Mat-Su
United Way of Mat Su was formed in 1987 to serve as a single, borough wide, fundraising agency, but we have grown to be so much more.
We are dedicated to working in our community on education, stable income and health. These are the building blocks for a quality life. We provide grants to programs with these areas of focus and administer programs that improve early childhood education, reduce substance
abuse and improve senior citizen nutrition. We supply Familywize prescription drug discount cards, which have saved people in the Mat-Su over $500,000 since its beginning.
United Way provides information on available services through the 211 hotline and website www.alaska211.org and keep current and distribute the Mat-Sui Resource Guide. Our goal is to bring together individuals, companies and agencies to achieve measurable, positive, lasting results. We ask the community to LIVE UNITED which means all of us coming together to volunteer, advocate and give to create a brighter future for all. To find out more visit www.unitedwaymatsu.org or call 373-5807. The United Way of Matanuska Susitna Borough is physically located at 550 S Alaska Street Suite 205 Palmer, AK 99645.
the valley quilters Guild was formed in 1985 to promote quilting in the Matanuska Valley. We currently have a membership of about 180. Our main objectives are service to our community and the education of Quilters. We serve the community by donating quilts to organizations and groups that approach us with their needs. We also give quilts to the victims of fires, child abuse, homeless families, and Law Enforcement agencies for comforting victims of domestic violence. The Guild meets the first Thursday of each month at the Palmer Train Depot at 7 p.m.
Mat Su Sertoma Club
The Mat Su Sertoma Club focuses on hearing health. They are part of a national organization with more than 600 clubs throughout the U.S., Canada and Mexico.
The club provides free hearing screens to the public the first Saturday of every month from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. at Wasilla Physical Therapy, 3750 E. Country Field Circle, Wasilla from September until May. During the summer we’re fishing, camping and gardening like most Alaskans!
The Mat Su Sertoma Club is the host to the Annual Mat Su Polar Plunge, the original valley dip each February. They have been responsible for providing funding to non profits in the Mat Su Borough for more than 5 years, along with scholarship funding for two students who are pursuing an education in the hearing health field.
The website is www.matsuhearing.dot to stay abreast of activities. Meetings are held the second and fourth Thursday at 5:30 p.m. at Tailgaters Restaurant in Wasilla.
Mat-Su Special Santa
The Mat-Su Special Santa program is the largest Christmas gift giving program in the Valley. Mat-Su Special Santa teams with Toys for Tots, Salvation Army, Food Banks, state and local agencies, churches and schools to help families in need. Last year over 3400 children completed a wish list with requests for Christmas presents. The program provided at least two toys/ gifts, winter wear when possible, a new book, personal items and stocking stuffers. All of this is possible through the generous donations of our community with over 1000 community members, organizations, clubs and schools either volunteering or donating to the program. This is an all volunteer program. We are also in need of volunteers.
The Special Santa Program’s goal is to help children receive the magic of Christmas and know that people care. In reaching this goal the program: 1. Coordinates with agencies and programs to provide for families, 2. Provides the citizens in the Community an opportunity to give, 3. Assists families in need at a stressful time of year, 4. Spreads the joy of Christmas throughout the Mat-Su Valley.
Go to www.specialsanta.net for more information or e-mail us at matsu_santa@yahoo. com.
the last Frontier honor Flight
Our mission is to transport WWII, Alaska Territorial Guard and Korean War veterans
to Washington D.C. to visit those memorials dedicated to honor their service and sacrifices AT NO COST TO THE VETERANS.
All Donations are tax deductible, according to state and federal laws. You can make a donation to The Last Frontier Honor Flight PO Box 520116 Big Lake, Alaska 99652, or pay with a credit card on our website at www.tlfhonorflight.org. If you would like to volunteer you can contact our President Ron Travis at (907) 892-6097 for meeting times and places.
the Sertoma Club - Wasilla
We host the Mat Su Polar Plunge raising funds for non-profits in the Matanuska Susitna Valley, Alaska. February 2011 we saw 85 jumpers raise almost $20,000 which was then given to the Food Pantry of Wasilla and Turn A Leaf Thrift Stores. The Food Pantry provides emergency food supplies to families in need. Turn A Leaf has a medical lending equipment program which is now organized with software purchased with funds received. Both were grant recipients from the Mat Su Sertoma Club. Grant applications for the 2012 Mat Su Polar Plunge are located on our website: www.matsuplunge.com.
Mat-Su Community Chorus
Do you love to sing? The Mat-Su Community Chorus welcomes new adult members in all vocal ranges each September and January. We are a well-established, male-female, SATB community singing group conducted by Anna Crowther. Group singing benefits your emotional and physical health and enriches our community, so bring your talents and join the Chorus! No audition required although previous experience is helpful.
We offer complimentary performances at public celebrations and deliver formal concerts several times a year. Rehearsals are on Thursdays at the WHS choir room from 7 - 9 pm. Contact us at matsucomchorus@gmail.com or call Sandy at 907-355-5836 for membership details. Like us on Facebook for concert reminders.
We have a wonderful club of volunteers! On a weekly basis you’ll find a Mat Su Sertoman at the Food Pantry, Wasilla Senior Campus, Valley Charities, helping Special Olympics and the list goes on and on! Our goal for 2011/2012 year is to raise more than, $25,000 in polar plunge funds. You can pledge or sign up to jump! Just visit our website for more information.
Join us every other Thursday at 5:00pm at the Tailgaters Sports Bar and Grill. Our next meeting is Nov. 25th. We always have new speakers and a great time. See you there!
valley residential Services
VRS provides housing to people with special needs. We define people with special needs as those individuals who are experiencing behavioral or developmental disabilities, lowincome levels or who are seniors. VRS currently manages 198 residential units distributed in the Mat-Su Valley and participates in special programs to assist with rental assistance. We can also assist with linking individuals to social service agencies who can assist with life skills programs. (907) 357-0256, www.valleyres.org
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Take off Pounds Sensibly Non-Profit Weight Loss Support Group Three (3) Chapters meet weekly in the Valley. Kathy Miller - 376-9571 or write to matsutops@webtv.net
valley Community for recycling Solutions ( vCrS)
Our mission is to educate and provide opportunities in our community to reduce, reuse, and recycle for the long-term good of all. Our vision is to establish the Mat-Su Borough as a model recycling community for Alaska. We are open for residential recycling Tuesday thru Friday 10:30am to 6:00pm and Saturday 10:30am to 3:30pm. Businesses can call ahead
for hours. Your permanent community recycling center is located in our new green building at 9465 E Chanlyut Circle, next to the animal shelter at the Central Landfill.
Volunteer opportunities available. community@valleyrecycling.org valleyrecycling.org - 745-5544
valley residential Services ( vrS)
VRS provides special needs housing to individuals who experience behavioral or developmental disabilities, low-income levels or those who are homeless. VRS currently has 168 properties in the Mat-Su Valley with special programs to assist with rental assistance and we can assist with linking individuals to social service agencies who can assist with life skills programs. (907) 357-0256 , valleyres.org
alaska attachment & Bonding associates (aaBa)
Educates and supports foster, adoptive, kinship care, step, grand and guardianship parents and professionals who care for children with emotional mental health issues, such as Attachment Disorder. AABA provides workshops, e-mail/telephone support, resource/ referral information, self-advocacy, AABA website www.akattachment.org, RAVEN Respite, newsletters, brochures, lending library, and Mom2Mom/Dad2Dad parent support group. For more information: Laura Wagner 907-376-0366
the homeless actors of Mat-Su HAMS, the Homeless Actors of Mat-Su, is a valley non-profit community theater group created to further theatrical opportunities for actors and technical personnel of all ages, be experienced or beginner and the audiences who have not been fully represented in the valley.
With local support we intend to produce a broad range of the atypical classical, modern, comic, dramatic and musical one act and full length plays and improvisational theater that are both educational and entertaining in the traditional and dinner theater format as fundraisers for various local causes and to continue to encourage development of the theater arts in the Mat-Su Valley.
Contact Elizabeth Clausen, General Manager, 841-4119; akhams@yahoo.com
Mat-Su Food Bank
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Our mission at the Matsu Food Bank is to provide emergency supplemental food to residents of the Matanuska Susitna Valley. The Matsu Food Bank distributes food in a way that provides dignity to all of our clients.
All distributions provided by the Matsu Food Bank dba Food Pantry of Wasilla, will be given without regard to race, color, sex, age, physical or mental limitations, religious affiliation, or national origin.
The pantry hours of distribution are Monday through Friday from 10:00AM to 1:00PM. We are located at 501 E. Bogard Rd. in Wasilla. Our contact number is 907-357-3769.
We have three programs of operation under the Matsu Food Bank. The community supplied Food Pantry of Wasilla accepts cash, & food donations from individuals and groups that are distributed to clients on a monthly basis. We also are a distribution location for TEFAP (The Emergency Food Assistance Program). This is a program provided by the USDA. Our third program is Food 4 Kids.
This program prepares and delivers nutritious meals and snacks to hungry kids in a safe community environment. We provide meals during the school year and also have a summer program at various locations to provide nutritious lunches for all kids in the valley 18 years or younger.
We have a website www.matsufoodbank.org. If you have any questions please go to the website or call us at 907-357-3769.
OUTDOORS
North america outdoor institute
The North America Outdoor Institute (NAOI) is a not-for-profit community outreach organization providing outdoor safety and environmental awareness education programs for the general public in an effort to save lives from preventable outdoor injuries and deaths. Debra McGhan, debra@naoiak.org 376-2898 , www.naoiak.org
alaskans For palmer hay Flats
Dedicated to conserving the natural and cultural resources of Palmer Hay Flats State Game Refuge through public awareness, year-round recreation and events, education and enhancement projects. Healthy, outdoor recreation in a safe, beautiful setting is what APH helps provide to all users.
357-8711, alaskans@palmerhayflats.org www.palmerhayflats.org
alaska Frontier trappers association
The Alaska Frontier Trappers Association is a non-profit organization dedicated to the ethical and lawful practice of trapping Alaska’s fur bearers. We work to educate fellow trappers, children and the public in general about trapping as a necessary wildlife management and research tool.
Our monthly meetings usually include a guest speaker and/or a demonstration and fur handling information. Meetings which are held at 7 p.m. on the first Tuesday of each month at the Palmer Library. Everyone is welcome to attend. www.akfrontiertrappers.com
CONSERVATION
alaska WildBird rehabilitation Center
The mission of the Alaska WildBird Rehabilitation Center is to care for injured, orphaned and sick wild birds with the goal of releasing them back into the wild; and to educate the public about these birds and their habitats.
AWBRC, a 501(c)(3) non-profit, is always looking for volunteers and donations. We are undergoing a building project this summer, and can use carpentry assistance. In addition, regular volunteers are always needed for care of our resident birds. Please visit our web site at http://www.akwildbirdrehab.org/ for further information about us, to volunteer or to request a live bird program.
Wasilla Soil & Water Conservation District (WSWCD)
The WSWCD is a non-profit formed in 1948 to assist landowners & land managers with conservation & development on land through technical assistance, projects & education programs & services. WSWCD is an active, year-round community-based organization; a non-regulatory agency; a strong partner with various government & non-profit agencies/ groups; a credible, knowledgeable advocate for conserving soil & water resources supported by the time & energy of neighbors & volunteers dedicated to making a positive difference in their communities.
Our priorities are: Salmon enhancement & restoration; Soil, forage crops & manure testing; Stream & lake bank stabilization; Water quality & instream flows; Arbor Day activities & tree planting; Invasive weed assessments – land & water; Trail use & salmon stream crossings; Cooperator & community conservation needs; Public information, involvement & education. distmgr@wasillaswcd.org
Short Story
discovering new worlds would now only be used to oppress this one. I don’t have the heart to ask her.
How long
How long must you wait
To see the fate
Of all you create
How far
How far must you go
To find a vision
In all that you know
Driven and tireless
The Creator paints straight lines
Across a simple sky
The image he conjures
Gives meaning to the scene
He’ll teach men how to fly
And fly they will
And fly they will And flying, they will shoot him down
How long
How long must you wait
To feel the wrath
Of all you create
How far
How far must you go
To sow your seeds
To save your soul
Brow furrowed slightly
The Creator makes his mark
Upon the empty page
The words he’s written
Give meaning to his life
He’ll free men from their cage
And free they’ll be
And free they’ll be
And freely, they will chain him down
He needs no sanction No warrant No leave
The fire he brings them
Will take care of all their needs
Burn him at the stake
Burn him at the stake
How long
How long must you wait
To see the fate
Of all you create
How wrong
How wrong can you be
Fight on
Chapter 10: extraorDiNarY taleS
Censorship of the press started slowly, decades ago. Nobody really noticed at first. Certain stories simply weren’t published. Some stories were edited for national security. Growing up the son of a journalist it was hard to ignore. The end result was to make the populace just a little bit more ignorant, a little bit more… controllable.
As time went on, the government’s regulation of the news became more pronounced. Once the Supreme Court started hearing cases in secret, they rendered decisions in favor of expanding government censorship. A “free” press was still free, they argued, even if they were regulated in the name of the public good. You could still report the news, “freely”, but with certain restrictions. It wasn’t the first time such an argument had been used, nor would it be the last.
People didn’t really start to take notice until they came after the art, though. The first book to be banned under the new laws encouraged the ritualistic sacrifice of public officials to the God of the Human Spirit. Its graphic depictions and detailed how-to guide for kidnapping probably didn’t help the court case too much. Like all laws, the censorship powers became more broadly interpreted as the years wore on, and anti-government sentiment multiplied. Eventually, no song, story, game or movie that seemed to encourage reform, protest or rebellion of any kind was legal. Stealth viruses unleashed upon an unwitting public, or pre-loaded on hardware straight from the manufacturers, took control of most digital content and landed a lot of people in jail.
The government cracked down on hackers hard, but they could never completely stamp out the pirates. There’s a shadow war that’s been going on for a long time. The balance of power shifts with changing technology, though, and about a week ago the hackers scored a big win. An A.I. routine developed by some anonymous programmer had located and infected a government database of censored material. The floodgates were opened. Suddenly you can find any damn thing you want, and there seems to be no stopping the proliferation of illegal material on the Underground darknets, at least for now.
The illegal art seems to inspire the younger people. Life “by the law” has become increasingly more difficult, and every day new people join the Sub State movement, despite the risks. In most of the country people live dull, grey lives consisting of lines: lines for food, lines for money, lines for gas, lines
much improved Mobius devices courtesy Dr. Lisa Berkowitz, were finally taking the fight to the statists. I’ve had a successful run here in Canada, helping the locals plant bombs and deliver contraband, but I think it’s time to find my old friends. They could use a cyborg assassin.
Simple life
Simple dreams
Simple ends take
Simple means
(Take me far away)
From the ordinary world (Fly me far away)
On extraordinary tales (Teach me how to dream)
In this ordinary world (Tell me once again) Of extraordinary tales
Simple scenes
Of simple years
Simple songs
Please simple ears (Take me far away)
From the ordinary world (Fly me far away)
On extraordinary tales (Teach me how to dream)
In this ordinary world (Tell me once again) Of extraordinary tales
Chapter 11: FearleSS
“Don’t be afraid!” the young man shouts. He’s standing behind a granite podium, speaking to a crowd of millions. We have no faces. We’re a singular, silent mass. Everyone has a spot in the front row. Strange things can happen when your reality is electrical impulses, sent straight to your optical nerve from a biochip implant.
“Courage takes passion,” says the man. “So where’s your passion for freedom? Revolution takes persistence, but it cannot abide patience! The time has come to show the leaders, the rulers, the oligarchs, the statist control-freaks that we are NOT afraid, we will NOT be bowed, and OUR time has come!” The crowd erupts in cheers.
“In truth it was always our time, just waiting for us to seize it. A parasite cannot survive without its host, and we will no longer consent to live in bonds of servitude, sacrificing our dreams, our work, our lives and our happiness for the benefit of those who would deprive us of our humanity. Are we a mob, or are we individuals? Show them your faces!” Almost at once, the masks come off across the crowd.
“When nobody submits to being ruled, there can be no rulers, so today we affirm our independence from power and violence. Aggression is illegitimate, but self-defense is a moral imperative. The next time someone with a costume and a
piece of paper tries to act like he owns you, like he has a right to assault you, to rob you, to kidnap or molest you just because he’s wearing a different colored shirt, you RESIST. Across the country we will resist! We don’t need guns and government to prosper, to connect, to help each other, to trade. We don’t need public servants lording over us like neurotic parents, afraid we might eat too much, or too unhealthily, or take the wrong drugs, or listen to the wrong music. It’s time to stop being afraid of our own freedom!
Some of you will resist peacefully, some will fight, but none of us will comply. For our part, the Sub Staters will continue to fight against aggression anywhere it exists. We’ll fight for ourselves, for each other, and ultimately for you. This is a time for heroes. If you have a hero in you, don’t let him down. Fight!”
On December 21st, 2048, we fought. We won.
There’s a choice between freedom and fear
That we all must make
Sometimes the decision weighs heavy
Sometimes it feels too late
You can try to change your world
Or you can leave it all behind
But taking the wheel is never easy
When you drive outside the lines Courage takes passion, Revolution takes persistence
So rise up, and join the resistance
We can be fearless
We can take control
If you feel that hero in your soul, don’t let him down
Don’t let him down
There’s a choice between life and death
That we all must make
Sometimes the struggle wears us down
Sometimes it feels like fate
You can try to stand your ground
Or you can just stand still
But you don’t get to move the world
Without action, and force of will
Courage takes passion, Revolution takes persistence
So rise up, and join the resistance
We can be fearless
We can take control
If you can feel that hero in your soul, don’t let him down
Don’t let him down
The future belongs to the brave
To those who act today
So take up arms against the past
And throw your shackles away
end.
every 29 and a half days. As it circles the earth, the changing position of the Moon with respect to the Sun causes the Moon to cycle through a series of phases, from New Moon, through First Quarter, to Full Moon, and back again.
If the Earth passes between the Moon and the Sun during the Full Moon phase, the Moon is hidden from the sunlight, or eclipsed. An eclipse of the Moon (Lunar Eclipse) can only occur at
passes through some portion of the Earth’s penumbral or umbral shadows and one of the
deep through the Earth’s atmosphere, most of the blue colored light is filtered out leaving the remaining dim light a deep red or orange color. This deep red light is bent or refracted by the Earth so that a small fraction can reach and illuminate the entire Moon.
If the Earth had no atmosphere, then the Moon would be completely black during a Total Lunar Eclipse. Instead, the Moon can take on a range
But a Total Lunar Eclipse occurs less than once a year. We Alaskans will only see a Total Lunar Eclipse 2 more times in the next 4 years—April 4, 2015, and January 31, 2018.
> So all you stargazers should read up on these coming attractions, and “keep looking up!” for art!
