Thanks to Bob P.

Ed note: Virginia Mason has sent out this information which I found useful. Due to the Inflation Reduction Act, Medicare patients enrolled in Medicare Advantage plans or standalone Medicare Prescription Drug plans (PDP), are often showing significant changes in benefits and/or premiums in 2025. Please review the Annual Notice of Change (ANOC) letter sent to you. If you have questions, it’s best to go to the Medicare.gov web site or call 1-800-MEDICARE. Do it early on to avoid long wait times. The changes can be made between now and December 7th. I found it interesting that if you are involuntarily losing your Advantage Plan that you can return to Original Medicare and have no underwriting for a supplemental plan.
If “every river has its people,” can The People restore their river?
Thanks to Ed M.
Davus Burge in Post Alley
Of Native Americans and their world on Puget Sound, here ar the words of John, a Swinomish elder born in the 1880s, who said: “Every river has its people.” In our tradition, a corollary would be, “Every city has its river.” Think of Rome, Paris, London, New York, and…Tukwila. Seattle also has the Duwamish river, but few in Seattle have ever seen it.
If you travel I-5 down to Sea-Tac, the river is just visible (don’t blink). In that split-second the ditch beneath the low overpass is easily missed. From the West Seattle freeway bridge, the East and West Duwamish waterways that cut through its delta are extensions of Elliott Bay. If you ferry across Elliott Bay and look south: the river’s once bucolic mouth is hidden by a forest of cargo cranes.
Either way, it is disappointing to learn that the storied Duwamish is now only 12 miles long and a toxic superfund site. Ride the tide up the waterways to where a weedy slough in Tukwila stagnates on the east bank, and it becomes Green River.
In Lushootseed, the native language spoken here, the river is dxwdǝwɁ, home of the dxwdǝwɁabš, the Duwamish people. If you can’t pronounce these, and few can, English letters and combinations approximate native pronunciation. I write dxwdǝwɁ as DKHW duw, the whispered prefix DKHW, “place, where,” capitalized because it is stressed. And duw, “inside,” voiced in a high tone, names the river. (continued)
“If you can’t stand on your leg for five seconds, you’re at risk of falls,” said Kenton Kaufman, the senior author of the Mayo Clinic study.
By Teddy Amenabar in the Washington Post (thanks to Tim and Tony)
How long you can stand on one leg — specifically, your nondominant leg — is a telltale sign of age-related decline, according to a study led by researchers at Mayo Clinic.
Researchers found that a person’s ability to balance on one leg deteriorated with age faster than measurements of walking gait, grip and knee strength. Participants, ages 52 to 83, were compared with each other in a cross-sectional study.
“If you have poor balance, you’re more likely to fall,” said Kenton Kaufman, the senior author of the study and a musculoskeletal research professor at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.
The ability to balance on one leg is “an important predictor” of someone’s risk of falling, he said.
“If you can’t stand on your leg for five seconds, you’re at risk of falls,” Kaufman said. “If a person can stand on their leg for 30 seconds, they’re doing really well, especially if they’re older.”
More than 1 in 4 people ages 65 and older fall every year, according to the National Institute on Aging. It is a leading cause of injury and injury-related death for older adults.
On average, the study’s participants could stand on their nondominant leg for 17 seconds. Among participants older than 65, the average was 11 seconds.
(Abbey Lossing for The Washington Post)
The study published in PLOS One on Wednesday. (continued)
Karla Mendes in Mongabay (thanks to Pam P.)
A record-high number of Indigenous people were elected in Brazil’s recent municipal elections, a key move to ensure the fulfillment of Indigenous rights, public services and assistance and should pave the way to increase the number of Indigenous people elected in the 2026 state and federal ballots, advocates and activists say.
On Oct. 6, 256 Indigenous people were elected mayors, vice mayors and city councilors in all Brazilian regions, an 8% increase compared with 236 elected in the 2020 ballot. In total, 2,506 Indigenous candidates from 169 groups received 1,635,530 votes, up from 2,212 candidates from 71 groups in 2020. Indigenous candidates were the only group that recorded growth in votes this year, compared with candidates who self-declared white, pardo (brown), Black and Asian, which saw a reduction of around 20% altogether, according to a survey from the Articulation of Indigenous Peoples of Brazil (APIB), the country’s main Indigenous association, which used data from the Superior Electoral Court (TSE).
After 351 years since its foundation, Florianópolis, capital of the southern state of Santa Catarina, elected its first Indigenous city councilor, Ingrid Sateré Mawé, with 3,430 votes. “This election represents the result of a struggle that has been built for a long time for those of us who are organized as Indigenous women,” Ingrid Sateré Mawé tells Mongabay in a phone interview. “Beyond starting a process of historical reparation, it’s bringing to light that we really do exist and resist.”
Ingrid Sateré Mawé says her election wasn’t “out of the blue.” She was born in Manaus, capital of the Amazonian state of Amazonas, where she says she started as an environmental activist and became part of the student movement. She moved to Florianópolis 18 years ago, where she taught biology and didactics for mathematics, she says, and was a teacher instructor focused on the history and culture of Indigenous peoples for non-Indigenous schools.
She has worked as a biologist and as a “guardian of archaeological sites” assessing and monitoring the impact of large enterprises around the Indigenous territories in the region, especially for the Guarani people, “who are my brothers; we’re from the same linguistic trunk,” the elected city councilor says, adding that this oversight will be prioritized during her 2025-28 term. (continued)
Ed note: This is a thought provoking article about the failure of the DEI effort at the University of Michigan. Do we live in a monoculture, given the current political turmoil? Is part of the equation showing respect, kindness and caring for others as human? If you get a chance click here to watch the 60 minute piece about Door County Wisconsin. The community is split 50/50, yet they all get along. The question is why? And why is DEI struggling?
By David French Opinion Columnist in the NYT (thanks to Put B.)
Few things can change your perspective for the better more than being attacked from both sides of America’s culture war.
If you think the left is uniquely intolerant, how do you process right-wing censorship? Or if you think the right is uniquely prone to political violence, how do you process far-left riots? When faced with similar behavior from one side or the other, hard-core partisans retreat to specious comparisons. They comfort themselves with the idea that no matter how bad their own tribe might be, the other side is worse.
But there’s a different perspective. Remove yourself from a partisan team, and you can more clearly see that human nature is driving American conflict just as much, if not more, than ideological divisions.
I had that exact thought when I read my newsroom colleague Nicholas Confessore’s masterful and comprehensive report in The New York Times Magazine on the failure of the University of Michigan’s huge investment in diversity, equity and inclusion.
There are two troubling components to his story. The first is found in the bottom-line results of the university’s D.E.I. program. In spite of spending staggering sums of money, hiring scores of diversity administrators and promulgating countless new policies, the efforts failed. Michigan still hasn’t come close to becoming as diverse as it wants to be. Black students, for example, are stuck at around 4 to 5 percent of the undergraduate population in a state where 14 percent of the residents are Black.
The second is that those ineffective policies were promulgated and enforced in part through a campus culture that was remarkably intolerant. Confessore’s report is replete with examples of professors who faced frivolous complaints of race or gender bias, and after Hamas’s terrorist attack on Oct. 7 — when the university’s commitments to pluralism were put to their toughest test — Michigan couldn’t meet even its most basic legal obligations.
In a June news release announcing the resolution of two civil rights complaints against the university for antisemitism, the U.S. Department of Education said that it “found no evidence that the university complied with its Title VI requirements to assess whether incidents individually or cumulatively created a hostile environment for students, faculty or staff.” The school also did not “take steps reasonably calculated to end the hostile environment, remedy its effects and prevent its recurrence.” (continued)
Interesting arc late afternoon today over the soon to be completed Museum Towers. Can you see the faint double rainbow?
Thanks to Bob P. for this whacky story from historylink.org.
On October 26, 1954, Roy Bergo pilots a child’s bathtub equipped with an outboard motor in an attempt to travel 1,200 miles from Edmonds, Washington, to Alaska. He returns the next day, having made it as far as Whidbey Island.
Rub-a-Dub-Dub
The 50-year-old adventurer had quit his guard’s job at the Washington State Reformatory in Monroe earlier that year, and planned his voyage to publicize the International Canoe Racing Association, which he founded. During construction of his unique vessel, Bergo reduced his weight to 144 pounds, because the baby bathtub — measuring 18 x 36 inches and 11 inches deep — could not accommodate his 178-pound frame.
He attached two stovepipes to the washtub, outrigger-style, to act as pontoons. The craft was powered by a 2-horsepower outboard motor. Besides Bergo, the tub was stuffed with a seat cushion, a jug of extra gas, a tarp, a rain jacket, an oar, and other items essential for ocean travel. His plan was to gas up wherever he camped ashore each evening. He wouldn’t state how much money he was carrying, but said he had plenty of sandwiches and candy bars to eat.
The High Seas Await
Intentionally missing from his inventory of goods were maps, charts, and navigational instruments. “I will rely on my own judgment,” he stated. “I have the utmost confidence in my own ability and judgment.” Bergo expected his trip to take 25 days, and he hoped to acquire a sponsor by the time he reached Port Angeles.
More than 100 spectators gathered at Jim’s Boathouse in Edmonds to bid him bon voyage. Newspaper reporters, along with television and newsreel camera operators, were there too. Bergo’s wife and daughter were also in attendance, as were Coast Guard officials. Bergo was not to sail alone. Coast Guard officials planned to follow him as far as he went, and were ready to issue him a ticket for reckless operation if his craft floundered or sank.
Dressed in a wool cap, sweatshirt, and blue jeans, the intrepid navigator made a few statements to the press. He kissed his wife and daughter and then climbed into the craft. Out on the water, he lit up a smoke, waved goodbye, and away he went.
Journey’s End
By nightfall he had traveled 12 miles to Double Bluff, Whidbey Island — just past Useless Bay — and decided to camp for the evening. He set out the next morning, but after 15 minutes into the second leg of his trip, his motor conked out. Bergo tinkered with it, but could not repair it.
His glorious adventure over almost before it had began, Bergo signaled the Coast Guard for help. The perturbed guardsmen took him aboard, gave him passage back to his camp at Double Bluff, dropped him off, and informed him that he’d have to make his way back to Edmonds on his own.
Leaving his one-of-a-kind craft on the shores of Double Bluff, he began the long walk back home. As one observer later stated, “The poor guy. Bergo didn’t even bring back the ring from his tub.”
llie Young, 34, started the Ride to the Polls campaign in 2020 to register new voters in person and online
Melissa Hellmann in The Guardian (thanks to Pam P.)
In Diné, or Navajo, culture, the horse symbolizes strength and resilience, as well as a connection to the earth. Cowboy culture is so relevant to Native communities, that horseback trail rides are used to draw awareness to issues within the community including suicide prevention, and alcohol and drug use, said Allie Young, a 34-year-old Diné grassroots organizer. This fall, Young has harnessed the trail ride to engage Diné voters for the presidential election: her group’s voter-registration events will culminate with 100 Indigenous voters riding on horseback to a polling station in Arizona on election day.
“When one mounts a horse and is in rhythm with the horse, that reconnection happens,” Young, founder of the Indigenous-led civic engagement program Protect the Sacred, told the Guardian. “So when we’re connected with the horse, we’re then reconnected to Mother Earth and reminded of our cultural values and what we’re fighting for, what we’re protecting.”
Native American turnout is especially critical in the upcoming election, when tribal sovereignty could be threatened by the conservative blueprint Project 2025, which states that fossil fuel drilling should be facilitated on tribal lands. Political representation that brings needed resources into Native communities is particularly important on tribal lands, where 75% of roads remain unpaved. In part due to Young’s advocacy, Native American voters are credited with flipping the historically red state of Arizona to Democrat during the 2020 election. That year, up to 90% of the roughly 67,000 eligible voters in the Navajo Nation voted for Joe Biden, according to data. (click on Page 2 to continue)
The merger of the Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and Donald J. Trump campaigns puts the so-called medical freedom movement on the cusp of real power in Washington, with a new slogan: “Make America Healthy Again.”
By Sheryl Gay Stolberg in the NYT
Thanks to Ed M.
Resistance to public health, relegated to the fringes of the American right and left before Covid vaccine mandates became a cultural flashpoint and a symbol of government overreach, now has a firm foothold in Republican politics — and a chance to wield real power in Washington.
The merger of the Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and Donald J. Trump presidential campaigns has put the movement’s most prominent leader within reach of a White House job or federal health position. Around the country, nearly 1,000 candidates, nearly all Republican, are seeking office with the backing of Stand for Health Freedom, a Florida nonprofit.
The movement even has a Trump-inspired slogan: Make America Healthy Again. (continued)
NEW YORK (The Borowitz Report)—In a harsh rebuke to the Democratic presidential nominee, Fox News Channel asserted on Friday that Kamala Harris had “flagrantly broken” the network’s ground rules for her interview by speaking in complete sentences.
“Vice President Harris was hell-bent on uttering sentences that contained both a subject and a predicate,” Bret Baier, who conducted the interview, said. “I tried to prevent her from doing so by interrupting her, but she rudely continued.”
Baier added that Harris “stubbornly made nouns and verbs agree” and “said things that she knew to be verifiably true.”
“Our fact-checkers determined that on multiple occasions she used facts, in clear violation of Fox policy,” Baier said. “President Trump would never do that.”
Thanks to Pam P.
Thanks to Mike C. who notes that this should be THE issue.
Videos by Chevaz Clarke and Aaron Byrd
By Peter Baker and Dylan Freedman
An ampersand (&) is a symbol that represents the word “and”. It originated from the ligature of the Latin word et, which also means “and”. The term “ampersand” comes from the phrase “& per se and”, which was shortened by English speakers over time. The treble clef is a symbol used in Western music notation to indicate the pitch of higher-pitched notes. It’s also known as the G-clef because the innermost curl of the symbol encircles the note G on the second line of the staff.
It’s kinda fun.
And maybe your friends will like it, too.
Take any 3 digit #.
Like 222.
Repeat it.
Like 222222.
Then divide by 13.
Then divide by 11.
Then divide by 7
You’ll get your original 3 digit #.
I feel a year younger already!