I don't have a question, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate your blog! I lived in Anchorage for a year, fell in love with Alaska, and now I have a longing to experience life above the arctic circle. Thankfully I can experience it vicariously by reading your blog (and Tundra Chick, and Finnskimo)! Perhaps someday I will experience it first hand, but until then, Thank you!
glad you enjoy the blog! i have fun posting, but lately my internet at home has been very, very slow, so i haven’t been posting.
tell your friends about eskimo power. at my buddy’s house and he’s got fast internet.
come up and visit us in kotzebue! have a good one.
Once day when this life has passed me by and I await my entrance into the afterlife - there will be a gathering of loved ones on a little hill outside of Minto waiting for the caravan of vehicles to bring me home.
They will have song and dance and food for everyone. People will rejoice on the life I had lived and pray that I have a peaceful rest.
I will join all my friends and family on another hill outside of Minto for eternity.
february 2010--heavy heart, stove oil thief, love and family
my internet at home has been very slow, so i haven’t been posting much lately. for that, i apologize. i know some readers come from afar. here’s to you in sweden, irnia, among others! huw in england! here’s my official shout out! haha
i’m at home today, nursing a flu. i went to work yesterday for a few hours in the afternoon. i felt fine when i awoke, but as the day progressed, i felt weaker and weaker. went home at three and stayed in bed for the rest of the day. no energy, just sick, and it really sucks to be sick.
anyways, i wanted to write in my blog, as slow as this internet has been lately. i’m feeling a little sentimental today for some reason. i have feelings of love and family today.
earlier this week, i found out that someone has been stealing stove oil from us. i noticed a ‘sled trail’ going from the road to our stove oil tank—my heart has been heavy and i’ve been angry, thinking about the ‘stove oil thief’ and what i would do if i caught him. or her. i need to let go of the anger and fill my heart with love. i can be angry all weekend, all month, but that’s not going to do me or my family any good.
fill my heart with love. that’s what i will do. i will not shoot the stove oil thief. i will just give him a good ass-kicking. haha
our toyostove has been acting up since the stove oil thief hit. the stove shuts off and goes to ‘ee6.’ its been acting up. hope my friend ess can come over and clean out the itty bitty filter tonight.
i was wanting to fly to bethel and visit my family, but i’m worried about the stove quitting on us, house freezing, thief going bump in the night. we’ll see how things go in the next few days.
i miss my family. i’d like home and eat some good yugtaq food, see my many little nieces, shake the hands of my growing nephews, maybe take a maqi. home sweet home. some day i will go home to the yk delta.
What do you like to do more of - fish or hunt - and why?
for the type of hunting and fishing that i do, i enjoy hunting much more. why? simply because it takes more skill to be successful.
i’ve been a fisherman longer than i’ve been a hunter, but i love going out to the country and looking for animals. for me, hunting is my connection to the spirit world. the country is my church. this sounds kind of funny, but its true. i make peace within when i’m out in the country.
i also like the challenge of spotting my game, shooting/hitting my game, and bringing it home. hunting is an artform. i wish to be a great artist, with the rifle as my paintbrush. yes.
the conservative republican is the biggest threat to the survival of alaska native people.
many of the conservative republicans’ decisions in state and federal government turn a blind eye to the alaska nativeway of life, culture, and overall well-being.
similar sentiments can be said on behalf of my fellow american indiansdown south.
until the day ever comes that the conservative republican demonstrates a concern in his or her government decisions for ourway of life, culture, and overall well-being, i will always question their decisions in state and federal government when it comes to issues related to the alaska nativeway of life, culture, and overall well-being.
I just am completely positive you were at Upward Bound, wasn't that you?. IT's Alex, saw you at the ACMP conference last year and you adamently denied you were at UAF. LOL. However, I am resolved to get beyond that fact.
I appreciate your blog. I miss my friends from UP NORTH. I spent so much time in FBKS and ANC in my younger years. The blog and the way you write brings back memories.
I'm going to send you a pic of you and one of your buddies from UAF from waaaay back in the day. I just found it a few days ago.
THanks again for the blog. and I have a great friend who raises chickens (aka "the girls") in SEA, she worries about them freezing down there? You must have an awesome lady!
hi alex! i do remember you, but i wasn’t at upward bound—uaf alumni, baby! i went to school and graduated from uafback in the day.
i am glad to hear you appreciate my blog. i have a good time posting pics, stories, and other cool stuff. tell your friends! send me a pic, i might post it! i’m sure you’ll see your eskimo friends soon (up north=eskimo, right?).
i’ve learned that chickens are pretty hearty animals. they’re tough and you can feed them anything! they’re like little peckingpigs. anyways, just as long as the chickens have food and water (without freezing), they should be fine. yeah, my lady is pretty cool….;)
so since last thursday, 'eskimo power' has had 518 visits from 14 countries/territories. i’m really diggin google analytics. its a great measurement tool for me for 'eskimo power.' the numbers from this function are great: you see how many hits you’ve had, the countries that have visited your page, the number of pages visited, average time on site, as well as other measures. i believe in numbers.
thanks caitlin for introducting me to google analytics. and yes, i’m listening to ‘empire state of mind.’ yeah.
“flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for arrival.”—alaska airlines pilots, who tell their flight attendants to tidy up the cabin before we land. i love hearing this, especially if its home bound. home sweet home.
i’m flying into anchorage tonight for a 11-month follow-up with my oncologist. yup, oncologist.
the last appointment was kind of scary. the doc told me there was an abnormal tumor that he’d like to see removed. apparently the CAT scans showed a tumor on my pancreas that was still there from the summer CAT scan. it was scary.
all my questions about the surgery to remove the tumor focused on my ability to move about. there were many questions about snogo riding and hunting.
i go in tomorrow for a blood draw and a consult with my oncologist. visits to the doctor’s office get me a little nervous these days. i hope all goes well. i hope all goes well.
my name is john chase and i’m a testicular cancer survivor.
in my previous blog, i had posts for nukalpiaq gear. nukalpiaq is Yup’ik for 'young man in his prime/good hunter and provider.' i had a tag for nukalpiaq gear.
if you’d like some pointers of how to dress in the field, this is for you.
wear wool. wool is lightweight, its breathable, and if you get it wet, you can quickly dry it off. and its warm. wear wool.
what kind of wool gear do i use? i have a bunch of sweaters, some socks, and a few hats.
why do i choose wool? one, its warm. two, its lightweight. three, if i do get wet, it can be easily dried off. i use my sweaters and my wool socks with my boots whenever i go out to the field (cotton soaks up water).
"I Have a Dream" by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., delivered 28 August 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
I enjoy reading your blogs about hunting and living the hunter lifestyle combined with the modern living conditions - I especially enjoy seeing your detailed photos...
I just wanted to point out...you have all these gusaq people on your blog which is great - cultural diversity right! But what about King Jr. - isn't today is his day?
907 brown seal
907 brown seal: to answer your question, yes today is martin luther king, jr day.mlk, jr’sbirthday was on january 15th, but martin luther king, jrday is observed on the third monday of each january.
to your observation about 'eskimo power' posts: i haven’t really thought of the diversity/or lack thereof of people on my blog posts. hmmmm. i haven’t made color an issue when posting on here. i see people as people.907 brown seal, i’d like you to see people as people, without having to point out skin color, or ‘gusaq’ people. cultural diversity is right!
happy martin luther king, jr. day! and thanks for reading 'eskimo power!'