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Friday, April 26, 2013

Poet David Allen Sullivan: Compassion The Missing Piece


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COMPASSION:  THE MISSING PIECE
“David Allen Sullivan’s gaze is steeped in compassion for all connected to the combat zone; these finely
crafted poems recognize that which is deeply human.  During a recent trip to Baghdad I was
asked by an Iraqi poet, “When will the artists in America create work in conversation with us?” 
Every Seed of the Pomegranate is a part of this neglected and difficult conversation.”
Poet Brian Turner

“It’s easy to show off your intellect and your cleverness.  The risky most vital thing is to have compassion
and empathy for others.  And that opens up your heart and your vulnerable place to be – our lovers,
children, other cultures.  The soldiers who seemed best able to cope with the return to so-called normal
civilian-life were those who learned from and talked to the Iraqi people.  Empathy is really crucial and the
danger in our country is we are loosing the capacity to look at the other side.. “
Poet David Allen Sullivan


            In 2007, Dr. David Allan Sullivan, who has taught literature, creative writing, and film at Cabrillo Community College in Santa Cruz, California since 1996, noticed a change in his student make up – now his classes consisted not only the traditional full time students, but also the Iraqi war veteran.  In fact, he learned that several of his students were Iraqis, Iraqi war veterans, and spouses of Iraqi war veterans.  His relationships with these students led him to learn more about the Iraq War.
            He had an Iraq veteran student enroll in his screenwriting class.  The veteran was struggling to write what he had experienced because he stayed in the green zone of Baghdad and never saw combat.
            He had friends who lost limbs and life during the war.  He felt guilty.  He was sheltered but he heard the bombs and the sirens, and he had friends who never came back.  The students wanted to know the gory details, but he didn’t have them.  He felt his experiences were not valid because he came back essentially whole.    Iraqi War Veterans often have trouble articulating what they have been through.  The other students want to say congratulations but they don’t want to hear their stories.”
            But Sullivan wanted to hear their stories and so he listened.  The stories came alive to him and he began to see the war through the eyes of the United States soldier, the Iraqi soldier, the United States citizen, and the Iraqi citizen.  



            That summer, he watched documentaries on Iraq, and one night, he woke up at 3 a.m., grabbed the journal he kept on his night stand at all times, and, without turning on the light (he didn’t want to wake up his wife), wrote the second poem of his now published book collection Every Seed of the Pomegranate.
            “It’s interesting because I don’t take credit for having written it.   I started writing down what I was hearing and pretty much the whole thing came out.”
            Angel Jibril (Gabriel), The Messenger” is the poem’s title.  And when Sullivan showed it to his poetry group they insisted that he had to pursue this powerful and compelling material.
            “And it was really that angel voice that said:  you don’t know what you are in for but you need to take this journey.    So I took on this project and then it got harder – I realized If I’m going to do this I have to look on both sides.”
           

            Sullivan read all he could on the Iraq War from both points of view, watched documentaries about both sides of the conflict, and learned a few Arabic phrases.  He also looked up words in Ukrainian so he could use them in the poem “SASHA KSENYCH, DOMESTIC”, about a Ukrainian woman working in New York City.   In the process he wrote six more poems.


On September 9, 2008, Sullivan attended a poet reading at the Bookshop of Santa Cruz.  The reading was by Iraq War veteran Brian Turner who read from his two books of poetry Here, Bullet and Phantom Noise.   After the reading, Sullivan, Turner, and poet Ken Weisner went to Costa Brava on Pacific Avenue in downtown Santa Cruz.  The three poets talked poetry and had drinks, when Sullivan revealed to them what happened that 3 a.m. night and the six other poems he had written since.
            “I told them how uncertain I was.  I’d never been to Iraq, didn’t know Arabic, and had no experience in the military.  Brian said, “This war is being ignored by almost everyone.  And the repercussions will be dealt with for years.  If citizens don’t educate themselves and take an interest they do a great disservice to the vets.  Write what you’re called to write.“  Brain Turner is the one who got me to believe that I could do it.  He told me I should pursue this all the way through.” 


            Sullivan took Turner’s advice and continued to write more poems, often using words and images from his own students as the poem’s backdrop.
            “I was writing poems in the voices from the students I heard from.  The more I kept going the more I had to write it.  This project itself demanded that I take it seriously and do my homework and get the things written as accurately as possible.”
            Soon he had a collection of poems – enough for a book – and the first individuals he had read his poems were his own students; one of which was Corporal Angel Milan III, an Iraqi War veteran from New York. 
            “Angel pulled out this poem, and came to me and said, “This is my poem.”   He had tears in his eyes.  I asked him, “Can I give this character to your name?”  And he said, “Yes, I’d be honored.”  I began to remove the pseudonyms from people because I realized I needed to connect this to the individuals who inspired it. “
            The poem, “Corporal Angel Milan III” is in Part 3 of Every Seed of the Pomegranate.



Sullivan got the title for his book collection from a famous Arabic saying:  Every seed of the Pomegranate must be eaten, because you can’t tell which one comes from Paradise.  When Sullivan read the saying, it made him realize that in order for an individual to experience life fully he or she must take in all of life’s experiences:  sorrows and pains, as well as joys and pleasures.   The hardest part was yet to come – he had to find a publisher for his book collection.
“I knew it would take an unusual publisher to brave this manuscript.  I looked at books on my bookshelf that I liked and sent it to a number of them.  Mifanwy Kaiser of Tebot Bach Books texted me within twenty four hours and said, “I haven’t read it all but I want to publish this.’”


For the book cover – Sullivan went to the Internet to look at images by Iraqi artist and found the pomegranate photograph by Sama Raena Alshaibi, Assistant Photography Professor at University of Phoenix, Arizona.  He sent Alshaibi the manuscript and asked her if he could use her photograph as the book’s cover.  She said yes, and gave him permission to use any of her images for free.   Four of her photographs are featured in the book.
Every Seed of the Pomegranate is 116 pages with 63 poems divided into a preface poem, three parts, and an epilogue poem.   Parts 1 and 3 begin and end with an angel poem: “ANGEL JIBRIL (GABRIEL), THE MESSENGER”,  ANGEL ISRA’IL (RAPHAEL) THE BURNING ONE”,  ANGEL MIKAEL (MICHAEL), THE PROVIDER”, and “THE OBEDIENCE OF IBLIS, THE DEVIL.”  Part 2 consists entirely of the angel poem “THE BLACK CAMEL,” which features the angel of death, a United States soldier, and an Iraqi father.     
THE BLACK CAMEL” is the last poem I wrote in three voices.   It was time I felt I could pull these voices together into one poem.  THE BLACK CAMEL” performs the bridge that I hope the book interacts – getting Iraq and U.S Soldiers and Iraq and U.S. citizens to talk with one another.”
The entire book follows the haiku format in groups of three lines – the first line having 5 syllables; second line 7 syllables; and the third line 5 syllables.  Sullivan says the linked-haiku format forced him to focus on the images not the narrative threads.
“It’s my invention.  It also appears a few times in my first book, Strong-Armed Angels.   The haiku stanzas allow for some breathing room.  I convey the detail and hope that the rest of the stories are told in the reader’s brain.  Since I was dealing with an incredible diverse amount of material I wanted the reader to find some connective thread through it.  I realized this form works because it makes it feel like a book no matter how diverse or strange it gets.  Some of the haikus can stand on their own, while for others it’s necessary to see a few of them in a row to understand it fully.”

All the poems via the eyes of a United States citizen or veteran are on the left side; the Iraqi voices are on the right; the poems written in Sullivan’s voice or the third person are indented from the left; and the angel-voiced poems are centered.   There are also notes at the end of the book adding some sort of detail for each poem.


The book was finally published on July 7, 2012.  In the forward Sullivan writes, “I wrote these poems to help myself see beyond the simplistic labels of PTSD and jihadism, xenophobia and patriotism, and to imagine looking through others eyes.  I hope they become part of the ongoing dialogue that is the only way to begin healing the wounds – physical, psychological, social, and cultural – we suffer from in both countries.  Poetry can create opportunities for empathy and understanding; it is one way to re-see ourselves, and the ones we too often see as other.”
Sullivan had his first poet reading at the Horticulture Center at Cabrillo Community College on July 15, 2012.  It only seemed fitting that he invited his students, including Angel Milan III to participate in the reading.  Milan read his poem “CORPORAL ANGEL MILAN III” and then introduced Sullivan at the reading. 


            Sullivan was born in Illinois, and grew up in Vermont, with one year spent in Vienna where his teacher, the novelist Jonathan Carroll, inspired him to write poetry.  He received a B.A. from the University of Chicago, where he edited The Chicago Literary Review, and went to graduate school at the University of California, Irvine.  His dissertation was on the ethics of address in the poems of Emily Dickinson and Killarney Clary.  He teaches English, Film, and Screenwriting at Cabrillo Community College where he edits the Porter Gulch Review with his students and serves on the Veterans Task Force Committee.  Poems from his first book Strong-Armed Angels, were read on The Writer’s Almanac by Garrison Keillor.  Two recent poems were selected by Alberto Rios and recorded as part of the permanent public art and poetry project Passage, in Phoenix, Arizona.  He was awarded the Morton Marcus Poetry Prize, and won the Bloodroot poetry contest.  The manuscript for Every Seed of the Pomegranate was a finalist for the May Swenson and Sarabande book prizes.  He lives with his wife Cherie Barkey, a professor of history, and their children, Jules and Amina Barivan.



            Contact Sullivan at http://davidallensullivan.weebly.com/ or dasulliv@cabrillo.edu for more information.



Thursday, April 11, 2013

POET and ACTIVIST JAN STECKEL


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            Steckel: The Chronology of An Imagination   

Poet Activist Jan Steckel can be described as a jack-of-all-trades:  a
pediatrician doctor; an individual with a disability; a fiction writer;  a nonfiction writer; and poet. More importantly she’s an activist:  for immigration; women; LGBT; and individuals with disabilities.  The one constant in her life has been her imagination, which she considers her savior and her first priority in life.
         “In residency we were asked to make a list of the ten important
things in our lives. We were asked to eliminate the list until each of us was left with one.  All the other residents said “my family,” “my significant other,” or “God.” I said “my imagination.” Writing is how I express where my imagination goes. I love my husband, my family and my friends dearly, but writing is what keeps me sane. It’s my first and last refuge.”


         Steckel credits her parents for nurturing her imagination and also passing on their love for others in the form of activism.   
“I think all my activism stems from my mother, who was a substitute teacher at the time, taking me to picket with her in support of the teacher’s union during a strike when I was about six. My parents just lived their activism, which was for social justice, and I inhaled it as a child. So it was natural to protest for minority rights, women’s rights, and later LGBT rights.  It was natural to want to be a doctor, to take care of immigrants and the poor, to come home to California to stand for the rights of immigrants and undocumented workers, and to defend the rights of disabled people, too. It’s all about enfranchising the disenfranchised, about including the excluded.”
Along with her great imagination and her nurturing parents, she had a gift for dreaming and to make those dreams come true.  The first thing she wanted to be was another Jacque Cousteau –scuba-driving archeologist – and a professional singer all at the same time. 
By the age of fifteen, her dreams had turned into goals – goals to help her fellow human beings.  At that age, she learned that her best friend was a lesbian; her friend and her friend’s partner went to the high school prom only to be turned away because of their sexual orientation.  Without hesitation, she boycotted the high school dances. 
In less than two years, at the age of seventeen, she realized she was bisexual.  She started writing sonnets and short stories and was one of six students admitted into Harvard’s undergraduate creative writing program.  Despite her acceptance her creative writing professor discouraged her when telling her that she was accepted into the program despite her poetry and only because of her fiction.  As a result she ceased writing poetry for a few years and focused only on fiction; and graduated in June of 1983 B.A. summa cum laude in English with an emphasis on creative writing.
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While attending Harvard University she joined the Harvard Gay Student’s Association, participated in the Radcliffe Lesbians Society, and started going to demonstrations for gay rights.  She found that there was one group of individuals that seemed to be excluded:  that of the bisexual, which she identifies herself as.
“When I say “bi” I mean attracted sexually to both genders. I do not mean having relationships with both genders at the same time.  Ethical polyamory, which means having more than one relationship at a time, is a perfectly reasonable approach, and certainly some bi people are also polyamorous. However, quite a few of us are monogamous, like me. Having a husband, though, doesn’t make me straight any more than living with my girlfriend during residency made me a lesbian. I’m still that same person who is capable of having a sexual relationship either with a man or a woman, and that’s what “bisexual” means.  Now I refuse to join organizations with only “gay and lesbian” in the title.”
After seventeen years of living in places where she was treated as if she were “the lunatic fringe”, she made a decision to move to San Francisco where she found and joined the bisexual community there.
“The bi community as a whole tends to get disappeared by the culture at large, not intentionally, I think. It’s just something most people aren’t that
familiar with or comfortable with; which is sad because there are more bi people out there than gay and lesbian put together.”
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By the time she turned 29, she had already attended Oxford University in England on a Henry Fellowship; entered medical school at Yale; got married; and herniated a disc for the first time.
She had back surgery halfway through medical school; and even though the surgery was not entirely successful  – she was able to function twelve years.


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In 1985 she entered the Peace Corps as a Health Education Volunteer in Villa Clara, a small village located outside Samaná, Dominican Republic.  There she taught the local women about nutrition and first aid.  These local women, known as curanderas, local healers, or midwives represented each of the villages. 
“They saved lives with oral rehydration solutions, World Health Organization vaccines, and other measures we learned about from an excellent book called "Where There Is No Doctor," or in the Spanish version we used, "Donde No Hay Doctor."  
Steckel assignment was to last two years.  But after twenty months, she had to be medically discharged, despite her protests, due to severe asthma attacks. 
“I had mild asthma when I went in, but it got a lot worse down there.  Something in the jungle or the rice marshes or some kind of mold really set me off.”
It took her years before she could write about her own experiences as a Peace Corp volunteer.
         “It was just too painful to approach certain things I had seen and felt as a physician in straight-ahead prose.  I could only get at those things through poetry, which was more oblique.”
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In 1993, Steckel’s first collection of short stories won the Marguerite Rush Lerner Prize for writing by a Yale Medical Student. A story from the collection, “Chemé,” was published in the alumni magazine Yale Medicine. Another story from the collection, “The Wild Boar Baby,” later appeared in the feminist literary journal So to Speak and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. In 2009, Gertrude Press published her fiction chapbook Mixing Tracks. 


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During those 12 years she graduated from Yale University School of Medicine in May 1994; and graduated from residency in General Pediatrics in July of 1997 from Harvard.  For the next few years she worked as a pediatrician.
“Seven years: three years in residency and four in practice. Sometimes I throw in med school and say that I was in medicine for twelve years, because medical students in the U.S. do a lot of unpaid work in hospitals.” 
In 2001, her career was cut short due to two more herniated discs, the pain so severe she could no longer do her job as a doctor.  She was forced to leave the practice of medicine and had two more back operations.  The end result is that she has severe scarring, instability in her spine, damaged nerves in her back and left leg; constant pain; and spends most of her time lying down; her most vital outlet that of writing prose and poetry.


“As the result of lots of physical therapy plus what doctors like to call "tincture of time," I'm now able to enjoy dinner at a friend's house on a good day, or a movie, but not both on the same day. I work lying down, and I save my back for meals, exercise, doctor's appointments, and the occasional social occasion or poetry reading.”
         The hardest part about being an individual with a disability is that the only way to control the pain is to take medications; but sometimes these medications are debilitating; and result in memory loss and lack of concentration.  Another difficult component of being an individual with a disability is having to admit it to yourself.
         “After I became disabled myself, it took me years even to admit that I was actually disabled, and years after that to get assertive about my own rights as a disabled person. I’m there now, though!”


         Her outlet was to write poetry about her experiences as a pediatrician, caring for the mothers and their children.
         “I could only get at those things through poetry, which was more oblique. Around that time I met Julia Vinograd, my poetry mentor, and I’ve been taking my poetry seriously ever since.”
      One of the poems she wrote was Dios le bediga, about a mother of one of her pediatric patients.
      “I woke up in the middle of the night and just wrote it down whole, with very little revision. I’m no Romantic or Beat poet, in the sense that I believe in the hard work of revision over mere inspiration, but I still think some of our best poems come to us whole like this.”       
Steckel submitted the poem Dios le bendiga to the now-retired Lit Pot where it was accepted for publication by then editor Beverly Jackson.
“I was grateful to Beverly.  It was one of my first publications after leaving the practice of medicine, and it helped me think of myself for the first time as an actual poet.”
Dios le bendiga is also published in her short chapbook collection The Underwater Hospital published in 2006 by Zeitgeist Press.  And is now published in her new book of poetry The Horizontal Poet (Zeitgeist in 2011) which won a 2012 Lambda Literary Award.



Dios le bendiga

Dios le bendiga, Doctora,
God bless you, Doctor,
for curing my baby of syphilis.
Can you cure me, too?
I am broken and need to be fixed.
When I was twelve I pretended to be sick
and stayed home from church.
In my vanity I plaited my hair like shiny black snakes
and put on my sister’s hibiscus-flowered dress.
My uncle came by drunk from a lost cockfight.
He raped me in the kitchen
where I had made cactus candy with my mother and sisters.
Blood ran down my leg like prickly pear juice.
Because of that, I do not enjoy the act of sex.
I lie like a stone beneath my husband,
so that he had to go to prostitutes,
which is how my baby got this disease from me.
So you see that it is all my fault.
I want to be cured of my coldness,
to be a good wife to my husband,
and not cause all this misery.
Thank you for the telephone number, Doctora,
Dios le bendiga.

Steckel became a part of the poetry-reading world.  Unfortunately she discovered that there were the minority few who were not understanding of her and her disability.  As a result, she reads at least one poem describing her life as being disabled.   

         “I read about why I’m lying down, what it feels like to have to lie down, how it feels to be told you can’t come to an event because people aren’t willing to make the slightest accommodation. Most people are so nice about finding ways for me and for others with disabilities to participate.”
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Steckel is presently working on the promotion of The Horizontal Poet; writing new poetry; and working on her next book, a collection of short stories.   


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         Steckel prefers to write poetry late at night and fiction and nonfiction in the morning.   Her place of writing is not much of an option to her since she has to lie flat on her back.
         “My husband made a rack out of wire shelving, twisty-ties, cut wire hangers and painter’s tape that suspends my laptop over me. I can just rest my elbows on some folded towels and type on the vertical keyboard while looking up at the screen.”
         Regardless if she’s writing during the night or day her drug choice is caffeine, especially if it’s freshly brewed.
         “It helps me focus on writing even as it loosens up my associations. Though I think I wrote some of my best poems when I was taking morphine (prescribed by my physician) briefly between my last two back surgeries. Morphine is only good for poetry, though, not for nonfiction. Coffee works for all genres.”


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         Log in http://www.zeitgeist-press.com/ for more information.  Steckel is also the author of The Underwater Hospital.  For signed copies of The Horizontal Poet send $16 (includes shipping and handling) by check to Jan Steckel at PO Box 18797/Oakland, CA 94619, or via Paypal at Jmsteckel@aol.com  


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Year of the Snake by Valerie Lee


         SNAKE

Happy New Year
GUNG HAY FAT CHOY   ---

By Valerie Lee
Author of The Jade Rubies 


According to the Chinese lunar calendar, Chinese New Year, the Year of the Snake begins its reign at the stroke of midnight on February 10, 2013 to ascend the throne that the mighty Dragon will have to vacate until the Horse takes over on January 30, 2014.

Each year is assigned an animal in a 12-year cycle.  Asian people believe that persons have characteristics of animals that ruled the year of their birth just as modern Astrologists believe that people born under a certain sign of the Western zodiac will have common traits.
 
Among the animals in the Chinese zodiac, the Snake, 6th in position in the Chinese Zodiac draws its importance from its centrality. In Chinese folklore, these wise reptiles symbolize fertility and draws great reserves of yin energy from its closeness to mother earth.  Those born in 1905, 1917, 1929, 1941,1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, and 2001 are enduring, passively aggressive, calculating, conservative and quite powerful but always ready when the time comes to make their mark.  



The best partners for those born in the Year of the Snake is someone like the dependable Ox, the dauntless Rooster or the Dragon.
He could also do well with the Rat, Rabbit, Sheep and Dog too but needs to steer clear of someone born in the Year of the Tiger.  

Spring festival or Chinese New Year has been celebrated for at least 3,000 years. In Asian Culture, this is their biggest holiday of the year, even bigger than Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving.  It is a time to enjoy, relax, eat, dress up, and be with family and friends.

Of course, the first thing is to eat delicious, traditional foods prepared for this special occasion.

During the two week Chinese New Year celebration, meats, fruits, fish, vegetables and noodles will all be consumed because what you eat at your first meal that day will determine your good fortune, your health, wealth, and happiness.

Many Chinese American families like to make special holiday foods. They spare no expense and are especially lavish with various assortments of exotic dishes like eggs that become “silver ingot,”  mushrooms are “opportunities,”  chicken is “phoenix”, and a pork dish is “Golden Coins.” Poultry signifies family unity; oranges and tangerines mean wealth and good fortune; while pork provides happiness. A steamed fish means that all good things will last forever.

One of their specialties is a hairy-looking seaweed called “fat choy,” that is savored as much for its name as for its flavor.  The two words, in Cantonese sounds like to “prosper”, so their most popular New Year’s dish is Jai or Monks food since it is meatless.  This dish originated   with the Buddhist Monks who went begging for food door-to-door and were given meager portions of vegetables but being inventive cooks, they came up with this vegetarian dish.   



During this time I find myself thinking about another favorite Chinese dish. 

Steamed Garlic spareribs

1  ½ lb. sparerib (cut into small pieces
2 Tbsp. minced ginger
3 cloves minced
½ Tsp. sugar
2 Tbsp. soya sauce
¼ Tsp. pepper
1 Tsp. salt
½ tsp. wine
2 Tbsp. peanut oil
½ tsp. cornstarch
¼ cup diced green onion

Wash spareribs in warm salt water, cut into bite size and mix all ingredients together to marinate for 10 minutes and then spread out evenly on 8” pyrex pie plate, set aside. 

Get steamer ready with 5 cups of water, place plate on rack, cover and turn heat on high, cook for 30 minutes, turn heat down to medium and cook another 15 minutes.  Remove, and sprinkle with diced green onions.  Serve hot. 


Bon appetit --- hope you like this recipe and I’m sure you will find it delicious over rice.
    
Parents, grandparents and friends will be honored with gifts such as oranges, candy, nuts or pastries.  This period promotes benevolence; reunions, family unity, remembrance and people will pay homage to their deceased ancestors.

While many people born in the Year of the Snake along with their families, friends and relatives enjoy special foods, events and festivities, much can be learned and remembered from the past because many momentous events took place during the previous Snake years.

In 1917, President Woodrow Wilson tried hard to keep America out of World War I after making repeated efforts to bring the warring countries to the bargain table and he felt he had no other choice so U.S. troops arrived in France in June and went into combat in October.



The first jazz recording, “The Darktown Strutters’ Ball,” was cut in New York City in 1917.  The band from New Orleans was a combination of ragtime, blues, marches and opera and had gestated over the past two decades.   
 

 
In 1929, Lindbergh’s Airline Transcontinental Air Transport dubbed the Lindberg Line (the aviator was its technical adviser) offered coast-to-coast passenger flights and had to use trains for portions of the trip, so the price charged were $337 to $403 one way for the fastest, fanciest service  flights from New York and Los Angeles. 



Who could forget The Wall Street Crash in 1929? On October 29th the financial boom of the 1920’s lay shattered on the New York Stock Exchange floor.  Thousands of Americans lost their life savings and by day’s end eleven financiers had committed suicide.  Signs leading up to “Black Thursday was obvious since prices had doubled since 1925, and in September the Dow Jones Industrial Index reached a record high of 381 in frenzied trading. Hints and warnings of this slowdown from experts did prompt some major investors to pull out of the market.




Then there was the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre  in 1929, that left Al Capone, “Scarface,” in charge of a $50 million crime empire.  One organization, challenged him, underworld George “Bugs.” Moran’s Northside gang.  Capone chose Valentine’s Day to put a bloody end to the rivalry.    



In 1929 U. S. Navy commander’s Richard Byrd flew over Antarctica and fulfilled his long standing ambition to be the first navigator to survey both poles by air.  Byrd’s 15 ½ hour flight over the North Pole in 1926, was piloted by the legendary Floyd Bennett, and it had made him famous.   



In 1941, World War II and Hitler turned to his obsession of 1920, the conquest of Russia so with Greece and Yugoslavia out of the way, Operation Barbarossa started with the great land battle in history. By December the German army had nearly reached Moscow. 



Then that terrible day, December 7, 194l, and the surprise attack on the United States of America at Pearl Harbor by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. It resulted in four battleships sunk, four more disabled, eleven other ships sunk or critically damaged, 188 aircraft destroyed on the ground at Hickham Field; 2,330 servicemen and 100 civilians killed.



But quite by accident in 1941, the first medical application of penicillin, the “magic bullet” or miracle drug that would fight veneral disease and the most effective and nontoxic antibiotic was discovered. 



In 1953, the undeclared Korean War ended, after three years of fighting between North Korean and Chinese Communists on one side and United Nations, South Korea and American forces on the other.



In1953 James Bond, Agent 007 was born and introduced by writer Ian Fleming in his novel, Casino Royale. 



In 1965, war escalates in North Vietnam when President Johnson relied on air power and continuous bombing in March with the first Marines landing days later in the South to defend Da Nang’s Air base. 



To make matters worse, in 1965, for six days in Los Angeles, as many of 10,000 rioters turned the Watt’s riots into a war zone, burning cars, buildings, attacking police with stones, knives and guns and looting stores. 



But the film that brightened our day then was The Sound of Music, the most watched motion picture ever made, appeared to mixed reviews but the movie set a new box-office record.     



For eight nights in January, 1977, many of us were riveted to our television sets to watch Alex Haley’s fictionalized family history and tuned in to watch Roots, a saga about Africa in 1750 and ended in America South in 1867.



On June 20, 1977, Alaska pipeline opens and oil began flowing through the $9.7 billion, 799-mile-long pipeline. Under construction for three years, it ran from North Slope oil field at Arctic Prudhoe Bay to refineries in Valdez on Prince William Sound. The first oil piped from North America’s richest petroleum reserve reached Valdez on July 28.



On June 3, 1989, People’s Liberation Army troops and armored vehicle converged on student demonstrators on Beijing’s 100-acre Tiananmen Square and when the protesters refused to disperse, tanks rolled in, crushing tents and those camped inside.  Students fled, leaders were arrested and went into hiding and China’s biggest and ugliest antigovernment revolt was over.



On October 17, in America, San Francisco was struck with an earthquake measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale. The 15-second temblor along the San Andreas Fault killed an estimated 90 people, and many were crushed in cars when highways buckled and collapsed and caused some $6 billion in damage.



On a positive note, President Bush in August nominated Colin Powell to be Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  A four star general and former national security adviser to Ronald Reagan, Powell became the first African American officer to hold the highest military post in the United States. 



In 2001, thousands of Americans watched in horror on 9/11 when militant and Islamic terrorists hijacked four American planes and the first two planes rammed the 110-story World Trade Center twin towers in New York City.  A third plane crashed into the Pentagon in Washington, DC and the fourth plane, aiming for a second Washington landmark, crashed in a Pennsylvania field. Over 3,000 people died that day.   



However, in 2001 there were some new discoveries like Zovan, the drug to reduce death from food poisoning and The Segway Human Transporter which is the 65 lb. Electric scooter and the SynchroMed system which is an  implantable pump to manage chronic pain.

Just by looking at these happenings during the Snake years, do you see a pattern?

The Snake Years have never been tranquil probably because it’s the most negative force in the cycle and coming right after the Dragon which is the strongest positive one.  

So it’s a good idea in 2013 to take time out to enjoy romance, to date, to pursue the arts, listen to music and go to the theatre.   The Snake will also play a major role in fashion also with elegant and fluid lines with more sophistication. 

In 2013 when it comes to decisions, tread slowly because the Year of the Snake is unpredictable. Just be careful because things might look peaceful and quiet but changes can occur during the Snake’s year that can be devastating so it would be wise to remain calm.