The "unofficial" symbol of Puerto Rico

“Coquí is the common name for several species of small frogs endemic to the archipelago of Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands,onomatopoeically named for the loud sound (sometimes reaching as high as 100 dB)[citation needed] the males make at night, even though only two species make the sound “coqui”, the common coqui and the mountain coqui. The Common Coquí is the unofficial symbol of Puerto Rico.

- WikiPedia”

In my native Puerto Rico, I remember falling asleep to the beautiful chirping of our island’s enigmatic forest (and city alike) dweller. Being lulled to sleep by coquis by night is an experience that you can only have for yourself; it’s quite hard to explain to someone else…

A Puerto Rican living away from home will long to hear these frogs at night, in place of the traffic and blaring horns of the big city, preferring to sleep by these chirping sounds to that of sirens and trains in the distance.

So imagine my surprise when I came across an interesting article, and eventually a website that opened my eyes to the atrocities being committed against one of nature’s (in my opinion) beautiful creatures:

AS OF January, 2008, the coqui frogs are still under attack in Hawaii. Millions of dollars have been spent to spray the jungles with acid and caustic lime (calcium hydroxide) in order to burn the frogs to death.

It takes 45 minutes to kill coquis with acid or calcium hydroxide, a painful and inhumane practice that also burns lizards, spiders, insects, birds, cats and dogs, plants, and anything else unfortunate enough to be in the spray’s path. 

Ok, I’m going to play the Devil’s Advocate for a while here…
You wake up (suddently?) one day to realize that a species not native to your environment has show up, and for some reason it creates the most horrible sound at night that prevents you from sleeping. So the first thing you do is to write a letter to your congressman man to (erradicate/obliterate) this new nuisance by declaring it a “plant pest”. I am  angry that this damn thing has shown up on my doorstep and is making the most horrible (understandably?) noise that I have ever heard. Hmmm… How to get rid of it? I know! Let use a chemical bath to burn them to dea….

I have to stop, because even the thought horrifies me. It reminds me of another event in world history, that was even more appalling, and leaves me to wonder if we have actually made any progress as humans.

¡No seas idiota, cabron! If the frog breathed fire and burned people alive, blew your cars up and charred your homes, yo puedo entender… But a plant pest? Is that the best you can come up with?

Look, just do me a favour, and educate yourself a bit about this frog, before eradicating the little guy, just for the sake of “I don’t like his song”. Hawaiiancoqui.org, as well as El Boricua, are just a few places to get information about this frog. 

For those who’ve never heard the coqui’s song, here’s a great clip:

Do you really think the Coqui is a pest? Please let me know…

 

 

T.

The symbol of Dominica

The last part of a 3 part series… Here goes…

“The fourth and fifth years in high school I enjoyed the most. During these two years, I got to know my classmates very well, especially those in my science classes. I have really learned to appreciate the friendship of my classmates (although they sometimes seemed that they could care less! Anyway, life’s like that!).”

In the fifth year, there were three really hip fellas in the science classes, the Boyz ‘n the Block: Jim J., Fernandelle B., and I. We became Mrs. Isaacs’ favourite boys (I wouldn’t know about the girls!), and whenever we had any problems, the three of us came together for solutions. This truly, I will not forget. Anything else not mentioned are faded memories. Except two:”

“Lois C.! A very sweet cousin of mine. Which I could give (share) all my problems to. All my secrets. All ‘Bef’ I can come up with. She is very nice to be with, at home or at school. God Bless her for the hospitality she has given me.”

“And last but not least, the last day of school. This was very restless. Before I arrived at school, I met Vernanda, Norma, and Giséle, going to shop for gifts for our teachers. I (being the adventurous type) went along. We arrived back to school about 9:30 AM that day. The last two periods, we had one of the best school leaving ceremonies Grammar School has ever had. Some good features were our modeling, the Play Drama Club, Doctrove’s karate moves, and our teachers’ imitation entitled ‘Guess Who!’”

“The same afternoon (May 7th) we got back together and went into the town to get some ice cream. Then we came back to school to reflect on old times. Some of us were dancing to slow songs. Of course, I was too! I was sitting fooling around with a pair of shades when Vernanda took them of and told me ‘Let’s dance.’ My heart skipped a thousand beats (well, maybe not that much). Why? Because I didn’t know how to dance. Anyhow, when we were dancing, I told her she was the first girl I have danced so close to. And guess what? She did not believe me. I wonder why. Anyhow, I ended up dancing four songs with her, and my! Were they great! I still feel a love for her, but does she? I doubt, my friend, that this is infatuation.”

“These memories may seem to be a lot of bull, but to me they are like silver and gold, for I have no hope of reliving them. See ya!”

“My Personal Glimpses of the Dominica Grammar School. 15th May, 1993.”

So, there it is! Quite embarasing in some places, but I was a kid then. Does this sound anything like your teenage memories (for you ’70’s babies out there)?

PS. – Did you like this story? Good. Now go read Junot Diaz’s “The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao”, you won’t regret it!

T.

My high school, as I remember it!

If you’re reading this second part of my memoir, then, nope, I did not make a mistake when I titled this page. My first post is indeed “Memories of my Alma Matter“; for it is indeed a my memories, but this is as well a memoir. Here is the second part…

“These teachers had an influence on me, in that they all helped my fellow students and I to reach our goal. Mr. Coipel, also, had such an effect, giving me two demerits and one detention, for what? Oh, forget that!”

“Third form in the Grammar School are now faded memories. However, I remember a very important aspect of my life; meeting a girl, which maybe was not the best in other people’s opinion, Giséle E. C. S.. You’ll hear later!”

“The last two years at the Dominica Grammar School were indeed enjoyable. I really discovered my love for these sciences during these years, especially Chemistry.”

“My list of friends grew rapidly. I never really had trouble with my classmates, but sometimes they made me really mad.”

“For example when Lynora F. and Mignon R. ganged up on me, criticizing my closeness with Giséle. However, I take these as jokes now.”

“Jim J. and I grew very close as friends, and his friendship I enjoyed during the past years. The science classes consisted of the best students (contrary to Ms. Isaacs opinions, however), the ‘Untouchables’. We have survived a lot, and I’m sure we can survive the worst. We’ll come back to this, however.”

“Giséle S.. I really met her through one of my classmates in third form, Robert. We began talking to each other, and soon we got very close to each other. It has been said that in love, people tend to deny one’s faults, not so with me. For one, she probably believes that because she has been blessed with money, that everyone else is also. She is also impatient most of the time. She is also known for building very thick walls between people she doesn’t like and herself.”

“Enough of the bad. Like I said, ‘There is a little bit of good in everyone’. Giséle has helped me cope through most difficult times (and persons, like Mr. Paquette). Giséle, has, to some extent, showed appreciation for me but then again, who knows? However, I still love her (yes, even though she’s caught up with Eric!), and I will never forget her.”

“There is another person who has made my stay in the Dominica Grammar School a very enjoyable one. This dude is very cool and caring. Productive, he;s one hell of a guy. Of course, non oter than Fernandelle B. I really got to know him during our last two years of our schooling together. He has what it takes to be a friend, and he has been the best friend I’ve ever had. I hope we remain the best of friends forever. Peace, bro!”

“The teachers of the last two years are as follows:

• Social Studies – Ms. Graham (a teacher who loved to give an essay!) and Mr. Francis (a rather cool guy!)
• Maths – Ms. Jones (a very good and caring maths teacher!)
• English – Mrs. Durand (the most favourite teacher I’ve ever had) and Mrs. (Ma) Harris (the teacher that has been a constant bore to our class!)
• French – Mrs. Nation (a very good and caring teacher, I must say!) and Mrs. Didier (a pain in the neck, man!)
• Chemistry – Mr. Bertrand (a teacher dedicated to his work and his sudents!)
• Physics – Mr. Paquette (man, he was such a pain in the neck our class decided he didn’t know what he was doing!) and Mr. Austrie (a teacher who deserves all the thanks he can get for helping us out greatly. Three cheers!)
• Biology – Ms. Isaacs (a teacher I have grown to like very much not only as a teacher, but a very close friend!)

Ok, another break to this unexpectedly long memoir… Check the last part out soon!

T.

“Mens Sana In Corpore Sano”. A sound mind in a healthy body. I can think of no better way to begin the memories of the high school that has changed my life, the place where I made the beat of friends. If you are a DGS alumni reading this, you know exactly what I am talking about!

I have recently discovered a “memoir” of sorts that I had filled out at my graduation in ‘93 from the Dominica Grammar School, and I was actually amazed at some of the things that my friends wrote to me before leaving. Makes me wonder what sort of memories I placed in their books, and if they even have those books with them anymore! Of particular interest, I found a few paragraphs of “memories” that I wrote about, and I thought that I should share. This I mainly do in case a fellow DGS in cyberspace sees this, please leave a comment so we can communicate!

The following is just as it was written, almost 15 years ago. As silly as I think most of it is, I thought it important to leave it as is. After all, how will you be able to gauge how much you you’ve grown, if you can’t see where you’ve come from?

“I entered the Dominica Grammar School on the 4th of September, 1989. I will never forget the day I saw this great school building, founded by “The Greatest of all Builders”. I remember coming in through with a present good friend of mine, Jacelyn B. and her mother (I still remember Jacelyn turning and twisting, watching me momentarily, while my mother and her mother spoke).”

“The principal at this time was Ms. Harris, a very sweet lady, and the best I’ve ever met. SHe was kind and gentle to those who showed respect, however harsh on the irresponsible ones.”

“The school seemed strange to me four years ago, however, I have grown to love my second home very much. When I entered Form 2-3 (now the classroom next to the staffroom), I came in ‘Tortolian Style’ (for I had just migrated from Tortola), with my girly bounce, and one rolled up exercise book in my back pocket. My two first friends were Jim J. and Ashworth B.. I still remember that they both gave me a seat in their two-seater desk. I was very shy the first few weeks, but gradually I came about.”

“I also remember the instant crush I had on Alma J., which led me to serenade her with two letters within the first week of my entrance. Donnerson D. was my medium, in which I used him to pas my letters. nfortunately, Alma has never replied to any of my two letters, and I still await!”

“Next person I had eyes for was Eula N. Little did I know that by 1993 we would be so close as friends, (maybe more!), that it would be very hard to say goodbye! It started when our homeroom teacher (Mr. Coipel, a very odd-tempered fellow) put us to sit together. I learned about her, that she was easy going, kind, loving.”

“The rest of the students I got to know better throughout the years, sometimes, in some misunderstandings.”

“Like the time I got mad at Agnita for trying to fool me into falling in love with her with her dreamy gazes. However, we have grown up and put these aside.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never had any real trouble with classmates. Anyway, I remember falling in love with Vernanda, My! How sweet she was, and still is! A recent occasion, (which I will talk about later), made me realize that I still love her. The glances that used to be shared by us, the long stares, sometimes distracted me from my work. The relationship ended rather abruptly, but I was able to cope with it. Strangely, I don’t know the reason why she “dumped” me, but I don’t think I’ll ever know, as she refuses to tell me when I ask. Anyway, girl, I still love you, and I always will.”

“Our teachers at this time (September ‘89 – June ‘93) were as follows:

• Mr.Balleti (an american peace corp, very good Mathematician, and very caring)
• Mrs. Bruney (a very small teacher, but big in personality. We bugged her ’til she refused to teach our class! She taugh English by the way!)
• Ms. Mondesire, our Social Studies teacher (very loving, and still one of my favourite teachers)
• Ms. Christian, our French teacher (very kind also, but hard on her French!)
• Our Arts & Craft teacher, Ms Burton (very talented and gave me morale to do my best in art)
• Our integrated science teacher, Mr. Coipel
• and our Spanish teacher, but I cannot recall her name… Oh, yes, it just came , Mrs. Lockhart (A very troublesome, pain in the neck about Spanish!)”

Ok, I realize this is quite a large piece, so I’ll break it up into sections… Call these reflections Part One! Scroll down to read Part Two!!!

T.

Ahhh… Now that’s better! I just slapped a fresh coat of paint to this blog; I’m afraid the last, although beautiful, was just a tad too dark and stank! My purpose here is mainly to exude cool and positivity, so I think this theme outta suit my mood better…

I hope you guys like this one better… Chat you in a bit!

T.

 

Won't you let these guys in?

Admit it, we all have inner demons. Some are pretty easy to deal with, others are just vice related. While some come and go as they please, having a little tea-time and chatting it up with you, others are a bit more difficult to get out the door (or keep out!). As a matter of fact, some stay with you for life; you know, the kind that kick down your door, shotgun in hand, sit in your favourite chair, change the channel you were watching, and then yell at you to “Make me a sandwich, bitch!”. It is to these inner demons that I write this open letter (you know damn well who you are) …

 

Dear (Inner) Demons,

  Throughout the course of this short note, I only want two questions answered…

 

Question #1. Why is it so hard to say “I Love You!”?

From the moment I could comprehend, ’til now, I don’t remember hearing those words from you. Ever. Do you really despise who I am? What I have not become? Did you really want me to become a medical doctor so bad, and do you still want me to make you proud through local newspapers? Don’t answer any of these questions, I don’t ever want to know; I only need an answer to the first…

I have done everything possible to become your hero, but no matter what I do, it’s never enough. I begin to think that it’s a problem with you, not me. That your own mother and father despised YOU so much for becoming something other than what they wanted for you. For being yourself. Hmmm… It’s seems like you have begun the cycle yet again, the cycle of hatred, self-loathing, self-deprecating. You were abused, so you abuse in your own way, and you don’t see that it doesn’t help, not you, not me, not anyone… Do you really get a good nights’ sleep?

On a positive note, I will say that I am not completely scarred for life. I remember what it is like to be loved, and I have people in my life that tell me “I Love you”. And I FEEL loved. So you see, I really don’t need you to say it anymore. But I think you need to hear it for yourself, for everything that you have been through, even before I came into your life. So here goes… I Love You!, despite of yourself, and by virtue of who you are to me… I love you, but I don’t have to, or want to be around you…

Question #2: After all this time, why can’t you be proud of me, despite of who I am?

Ok, so this might be an extension of my first question to you, but, it is an entirely different matter to me. I consider myself to have come very far, despite all the hurdles in my way, including you. I have been triumphant time and time again, and yet it never makes you happy. Graduated from high school with honours, and you tell me that I should become an M.D. I receive my Associates, and still no smile, no nod of approval from you. I continue on to receive my B.S. from one of the best schools on the island, and I get not even a “Good job!” from you. And what about my M.S. degree? Nothing… Ok, well, maybe after I receive my Ph. D., finally you’ll be proud of me…

You know what? Never mind. It’s not worth living my life to please you, because in doing so, I waste time instead of enjoying the real wonders of this life. I have long stopped trying to please you, and started pleasing myself; after all, you can’t please everyone, so please yourself first! Like in question #1 above, I have people in my life who are proud of me, and who accept ME for ME, and not for what they want me to be.

Maybe your parents never told you how proud they are of you, so I’ll tell you… I’m proud of you for what you have done, for surviving life and coming through on the other side alive.

And finally, I’m proud of you, for making me independent…

Sincerely,
T.

I just have one thing to say… I think we should increase our use of nukular powerpants!

T.

Ok, I’m going to say this one more time; pay close attention. I am NOT a national, and neither am I international. I am a US Citizen, and as such have the rights that all other Americans do. Write that down in your notebook, cause this is lesson #3…

Let me start from the beginning… Recently my wife and I went to a popular business to send of a copy of our wedding CD to our family in Puerto Rico; you know, that tiny country that you can get to in about 8 hours if you head south into Florida (assuming you’re in the midwest), then drive right off the beach into the water in the general direction of Cuba. After filling out all the approriate information, including a 5-digit zip code (you know, like all cities in the US have?), I handed the clerk my paperwork and my sealed CD. “I can’t find the zip code on our system, what state is PR?”, was the question, to which, bemused, I replied “Uhmmm, that would be Puerto Rico…”

“Well, you’ll need to fill out an internationl form instead.”, and my reply was, “Are you aware that Puerto Rico is a US territory?”. And his reply? “Sorry sir, but that is company policy. Oh, and did you say that you were sending a CD? Then you’ll also need to fill out this customs declaration form; it’ll make things easier when your CD gets there.”. It really will, huh?

Let me start explaining here with a little bit of history. Puerto Rico was ceeded to the US (by Spain) in 1898 (that’s right, over 100 years ago), and thus, all its citizens, became UNITED STATES CITIZENS! You would think this enough time that this would earn us a sure spot on the citizen scope of this country; but no!!!, I still get stupid questions like “How long does it take to drive to Puerto Rico?” Or my favourite “How do people get around in Puerto Rico?” Why, with the old horse and buggy, sir…

In case you lost your dictionary, or don’t know how to use one, let me help here a bit. In the US, when you use the word “national”, you’re reffering to someone born outside the US, but has become a resident. If you are living in France, then you are a US national, living in France… Do you see where I’m going with this?

Now on to the point of being an international country… If you mail a package to Hawaii, are you sending that package to an international destination? Of course not! And why would that be? Well, because it is US State. Ok, so “Puerto Rico is not a state!” is your response… But the fact remains… We are US territory, with representation in the senate, with a US postal service, etc.

I am an american citizen; you may not like it, but I am an AMERICAN nonetheless… So stop calling me a “national”, I am not from an international country, and don’t treat me like an illegal alien. This is my home, just as it is yours…

T.

 

Large Hadron Collider

“People in india have stopped eating, are flocking to temples, and one girl has killed herself because the LHC may destroy the world, according to the fear-mongering thugs at india TV (a news channel that makes fox news look fair and balanced)”

By now you must have heard about the new “Doomsday” device designed by thousands of physicists, built under farmland on the France/Switzerland borders; the Large Hadron Collider, or LHC for short. If you haven’t, Google is your best friend…

 

Quite a few seem to have thought that Wednesday, September 10th, 2008, was the “End of Days”, as we call it in the religious circuit. CERN successfully guided protons around the collider first in a clockwise direction, and then counterclockwise. The whole test took less than an hour, and was quite a success.

 

The huge controversy that’s floating around the LHC is that there are dangers of forming a black hole using this device. In anticipation, there has been fasting, praying, and a suicide in reaction (or dread) of the foreboding end of the world – by black hole. I think this one actually trumps the dinosaur-extincting meteor… Uhmmm, there are a few atoms that are going to be circulating within this collider at any time, so if we do manage to create a black hole (and I think we give ourselves too much credit there), it just might be big enough to swallow a fly that made its way into the LHC…

 

In any case, if you are not convinced that the LHC is the least of our worries at this point, then, no need to fear! (Sorry for the bad pun)… The countdown has begun to a full scale experiment; mark your calendars to the new date for Death by Black Hole… October 21, 2008. Cheers!

Can’t We Just Get Along Already???? Just had to respond to the latest bit of news to get my attention recently:

Now the sientists are trying to say DNA proves Big Foot. I told you they just make this stuff up.

Science is a hoax!

DNA IS FAKE « Another God Feering Conservative.

I know, two of the topics I hate to mix…. Because of my background, I hate to talk about religion, even more now that I’m a scientist. But growing up, I’ve always loved science, always believed in it. Why? Because, the proof is there! I can touch it, I can see it, smell it… You get the idea.!

Let me start with a story…. As a kid, I remember learning about rainbows and how they were created. You see, light goes through a prism (in this case, the raindrops on their way to earth from heaven), and the light gets split into the different wavelengths (ie, the rainbow of colours). I was so excited when I learned about this, I ran home at the end of the day to tell my mom what I had learned; that the sun and the rain together made rainbows…

“That is nonsense!!!”, was her surprising response. “Everyone knows that God makes rainbows!!!”.

I know what you’re thinking, Mr. and Mrs. super conservative, God-Feering, Xtian, “God is responsible for making rainbows!”. Ok, but how do you explain to your children just HOW God makes them? Is it just a wave of the world-creating hand, and Shazzam!, we have a rainbow? Or does He just blink and bat his eye like a genie, and PRESTO! One rainbow appears?

C’mon, how long do you think you can fool them? What is so wrong in explaining that God made rainbows, but using a set of observable laws that we can test? Everything (well, most all of it, anyway) that we experience can be explained to some degree with scientific laws that we as a human race have to ability to apply to the living world around us. After thousands of years, why is religion still at odds with science, and why is it so hard to accept that science is the tool that God used to build this world? Think about it for a minute, and when you think you understand, ponder it some more. Don’t call me, I’ll call you…

It would be kind of cruel if God gave us all this intelligence to build cars that take us to work everyday, to sit at home with air-conditioning on a hot day, to have a sip of coffee in 2 minutes instead of 15… All made possible by the wonders of science. To have all this knowledge, and not use it, instead, just content to sit back “believe” in everything, is a waste of time…

Still think science is a hoax? Fine, keep eating those fatty hamburgers, sit in your chair, and lets see God help you out of that inevitable heart attack; you know, the one science says is bound to happen? Don’t believe it; He’ll stop your heart attack and all will be fine. Or maybe you’ll tell me different in the afterlife…

T.