More adventures in Juneau

August 12, 2016: Helicopters flew us on top of Mendenhall Glacier, which is part of the Juneau Icefield. It was cold and windy up there and we were glad for our hats and gloves. The ice was as dense and spectacularly blue as ever, with tiny streams running over the surface of the glacier. Our guide showed us how to get into push-up mode and drink directly from a stream. Mendenhall Glacier is a remnant of the Little Ice Age which began 3,000 years ago. It is retreating i. e. its ice is melting faster than snowfall can accumulate to form new glacial ice. The glacier’s melt has created Mendenhall Lake, where we kayaked later that day. The lake drains into the Inside Passage thru Mendenhall River. As the glacier moves steadily away from the ocean, it presses against the mountains surrounding the lake, exerting immense force on account of its mass and weight, ripping off rocks, and pulverizing them within its compressed layers. Ground up rock forms silt and sediment, which produce abundant plankton life, which in turn sustains the crustaceans, krill, and larvae that feed numerous marine creatures including whales. A veritable primordial soup.

Later in the afternoon, we kayaked across Mendenhall Lake, a deep basin filled with freshwater from the glacier. If reminded me of Saiful Muluk, a mountainous lake located at the northern end of the Kaghan Valley in Pakistan, that feeds the Kunhar river.

The water was relatively still but it was cold and wet and extremely foggy. We could see Mendenhall glacier towering over the lake on our left and Nugget Falls, a waterfall downstream of the Nugget Glacier, right in front of us. We were the only ones on the lake at the time and in between paddling and orienting ourselves, I tried to absorb the lake’s grandeur and mystical beauty, its dreamlike abstraction and formidable physical history. It was like being in one of Whistler’s Nocturne paintings. Hauntingly beautiful. Sacred.

Mendenhall glacier, Juneau, Alaska
Mendenhall glacier, Juneau, Alaska
My nephew and I kayaking across Mendenhall Lake
My nephew and I kayaking across Mendenhall Lake

Mt Roberts aerial tramway

Yesterday morning started with the Mt Roberts aerial tramway in Juneau. Completed in 1996, this vertical tramway climbs 1,800 feet from downtown Juneau to the Mountain House, with stunning views of Gastineau Channel. Once we got to the top, we decided to ignore the light drizzle and go on a hike along one of the trails. The first thing that hit me was the smell: pine cones, wild flowers, damp soil, and drenched trees. Took me right back to Costa Rica’s rainforest. The Proustian phenomenon. It’s a fragrance that’s not just full-bodied and earthy but invigorating. The smell of life and death, permanently twisted together into a continuous band. A thick mist stretched over the tops of evergreens like a gauzy canopy that shapes and reshapes the landscape’s contours. Area wise Juneau is the second largest city in the US (2,701.9 square miles) with a population of 33,000 people, 30,000 bald eagles, and a large portion of Alaska’s 3,500 brown bears and 21,000 humpback whales (the whale population has rebounded from near extinction half a century ago). I find it quaint (and quite lovely) that Juneau is not accessible by road, one can only fly or sail into (and out of) the city.

views from the mountain house
views from the mountain house

Hubbard Glacier

This morning at around 9 am we came face to face with Hubbard Glacier. What an awesome encounter! There are hundreds of shades of blue here in Alaska: the sky is washed in azure, the sea has a steel blue sheen to it, and the glacier ice is this gorgeous turquoise encrusted with translucent white, an otherworldly color fashioned by the density of the ice which absorbs all the colors of the spectrum except for blue, which is reflected. Hubbard is a calving glacier, i.e. it was created when pieces of a tidewater glacier broke off and fell into the sea. The process of its creation is still evident, 400 years later. Ice continues to crack softly as the glacier shifts and moves and, every now and then, there is a huge, thunderous boom as large chunks of ice become detached and drop spectacularly into the sea. It’s awe-inspiring. Puts things into perspective. Hubbard Glacier is 76 miles long, 7 miles wide, and 600 feet tall (350 feet exposed above the waterline and 250 feet below). Interestingly enough, rather than thinning and retreating, Hubbard Glacier has been thickening and advancing steadily into Disenchantment Bay since measurements began in the late 1800s. [photograph from www.alaska.org]

Icy Strait Point and Hoonah

Today we reached Icy Strait Point and visited the small village of Hoonah. We learned some Tlingit history thru music and dance, and a short play based on the story of the Raven. “The Tlingit people of Southeast Alaska have two moieties (or descent groups) in their society, each of which is divided into a number of clans. Each clan has its own history, songs, and totems, and each forms a social network of extended families which functions as a political unit. The two moieties of the Tlingit people are the Raven and Eagle/Wolf.”

icy strait point
icy strait point

The Inside Passage

Yesterday was tough. We began to travel through the Inside Passage, “a network of passages which weave through the islands on the Pacific coast of North America,” and hit some open ocean. It was turbulent and in spite of the Sea Bands and anti-nausea patch behind my ear, I had a hard time functioning. By the afternoon, the waters had calmed down and I started to feel like myself again. We had some tea and hot chocolate and watched whales diving into the ocean. First a spray of air and water, then a fin, and finally the sleek tail with distinctive flukes. This morning, as we continue to sail towards Icy Strait Point in Alaska, the sea looks like a smooth sheet of pale blue glass and the mountains in the distance seem insubstantial, floating on top of clouds. Layers of glassy blue sea, snow-white mist, black mountains with patches of sunlit green, and a sky that mirrors the colors of the sea, all combine to create an ethereal scene, a poem to perfection… [photograph from alumni.psu.edu]

Bombino – Akhar Zaman (Official Audio)

Last weekend we attended Celebrate Brooklyn in Prospect Park and were regaled with fantastic music by Bombino, a Tuareg guitarist and singer-songwriter from Niger, and by Femi Kuti, a Nigerian musician who’s the eldest son of afrobeat pioneer Fela Kuti. It was a hot summer day but the concert started later in the evening, when the sun’s harsh heat had begun to settle down. It was a free community event attended by an amazing crowd of diverse people – every possible color, culture, accoutrement, age group and dancing style was duly represented. As I looked around, I saw a vast and happy slice of humanity, fixated on a single idea – to lose themselves in the energetic beat of the music. I couldn’t help smiling and thinking to myself how this is the kind of world we should all be living in. Thx Aliya apa for clueing us in 🙂

Michelle Obama’s Emotional DNC Speech

yes, oratory is an art and michelle obama’s got the goods, but what a meaningless speech. heroes who wear the uniform and risk their lives to pass on those blessings of liberty? america is the greatest country on earth? hillary clinton will break the glass ceiling for women of color? seriously? it’s this kind of effete but glossy language, this out of whack american exceptionalism branded and rebranded according to the times in bloggable non-ideas that has brought us to this terrifying juncture in history. thanks, but no thanks.

Diane Arbus at the Met Breuer

On Saturday we had brunch at Penny Farthing, a wonderful East Village tavern not too far from where my son is based in NYC, and then went to see “Diane Arbus: In the Beginning” at the Met Breuer. This exhibit includes 100 photographs from the first 7 years of her career, 1956 to 1962. The famous child with toy hand grenade in Central Park is here as well as the identical twins and luminous photographs of female impersonators she took at Club 82. She first took pictures from the audience’s vantage point in order to capture the performances but later ventured into the performers’ dressing rooms and that’s where the fascinating power of her work truly shines. Arbus’s interest in New Yorkers, their diversity and eccentricity, and later in fringe communities is apparent here. But we also discover her passion for cinema, how pictures are painted with light and shadow in order to create magical worlds. See “The Kiss” or “Clouds on Screen at a Drive-in Movie” below. Finally, the way her work is displayed at the Met Breuer is interesting. Each photograph is exhibited on a standalone flat pillar and therefore throngs of people interweave across all sides of each photograph, without a set trajectory. One is constantly bumping into other visitors and making eye contact. It’s a bit disorienting but perhaps a just tribute to an artist who never took the obvious path to anywhere.

Diane Arbus. Female impersonator holding long gloves, Hempstead, L.I. 1959

Kiss from “Baby Doll”, 1956, DIANE ARBUS (1923-1971)

Clouds on Screen at a Drive-In Movie, N.J., 1960, DIANE ARBUS (1923-1971)

shakespeare in highland park

last night, shakespeare in the park, i.e. highland park in rochester (also designed by frederick law olmsted). the production was a colorful, fast-paced, punk-inspired take on “romeo and juliet” – not to my 16-year old daughter’s liking (she’s a purist who knows much of the play by heart) but i thought it was great fun. loved the diversity of the cast (Shakespeare Players of Rochester) and found chris peterkin, who played romeo, to be particularly wonderful. great set and lighting. some high-octane music. popcorn, soda, and an enthusiastic audience seated comfortably in folding chairs or lounging on blankets. a great evening!

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weekend in canada

what an amazing weekend in canada! i got to spend time with a dear friend from college and was blown away by her entire family’s warmth and hospitality. my mom and dad accompanied us, which made everything more special. i got to visit two of my cousins and their families, and my daughter got along beautifully with all her new found brothers and sisters. we attended the wedding of a wonderful young man whose parents are close rochester friends. throughout this trip, we enjoyed hakka chinese, chicken biryani, some serious barbecued meat, delicious homemade koftas and karhi, and pakistani mangoes that transported us back to lahore. my daughter got some gorgeous mehndi and bangles in order to celebrate the first weekend after eid and we got to try doubles (a sandwich made with flat fried bread filled with curried chick peas – popular street food in trinidad and tobago) as well as bolani (fried or baked afghan naan with a vegetable or ground beef filling). thank u to all the lovely family and friends we met on this super busy trip, especially our generous hosts. my only regret is that i didn’t take more pictures.

mehndi

wedding

family and friends

annu matthew in rochester

spent time with the wonderful annu palakunnathu matthew today who’s been interviewing and photographing families in rochester for her project “open wound: stories of partition.” she’s already worked with indian families and wanted to include pakistani voices as well. so many parallels between her work and mine. pls check out her gorgeous photo animations here.

ammi with annu
ammi with annu
looking at old family pictures
looking at old family pictures
after dinner with annu and david
after dinner with annu and david

a sky like this

i remember a sky like this, a dark canopy weighed down by millions of stars. luminous liquid pouring out of a vast sieve, i thought. absolute silence. my first night in gilgit. gilgit, an important stop on the silk road. how buddhism found its way to other parts of asia. i was a child then, but i could sense the hallowed beauty of that unforgettable sky.

Milky Way over Lassen Volcanic National Park
photography by cory poole.
 
 

my uncle atique ahmed passes away

yesterday i found out that my uncle (my mom’s brother) passed away on june 6, 2016. atique mamoon lived in london most of his life. he was an outstanding student and athlete at government college, lahore, where he excelled at soccer, field hockey and squash. he joined the pakistan air force and later emigrated to the UK. he was a dashing, debonair man, an intellectual who read voluminously and appreciated art and beauty. the love of his life was a german woman, gaby wolff, whom he met in london in the 70s and who shared his passion for travel and scholarship. they decided not to have kids and lived a cosmopolitan, unorthodox, and fully-realized life together.

but my eternal gratitude for atique mamoon’s independence of mind stems from something personal. my grandfather died when my mom was a mere child, soon after the 1947 partition. when it came time for her to go to college, the family had to consider all the expenses involved in sending her off to lahore. but atique mamoon, who was still a young man getting started with his own career, committed to supporting her education at his alma mater, the prestigious government college. that’s how my mom ended up graduating from GC, and meeting my dad, who was her classmate there. my siblings and i wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for atique mamoon’s belief in education and his unwavering love for his little sister. may he rest in peace. surely we belong to god, and to god we return.

atique ahmed
atique ahmed

Play “Separate is Never Equal” at MuCCC

Went to see The Rochester Latino Theatre Company’s “Separate is Never Equal” at MuCCC last Saturday. It’s a play about Sylvia Mendez and her family’s fight to desegregate schools in California, seven years BEFORE Brown v. Board of Education, which brought school segregation to an end in 1954. Mendez v. Westminster was filed in 1947 and set an immensely important precedent. It was Thurgood Marshall who filed the amicus brief for Mendez on behalf of the NAACP. It contained the arguments he would later use in the Brown case. Two things that struck me. First the invisibilization of Latino history (Puerto Rico’s independence movement obviously comes to mind). Second, the year 1947 which is very familiar to me on account of the partition of India. My friend Sarita Arden drew a parallel between the two “partitions.” Both contained and expressed violence by dividing people arbitrarily. Isn’t it sad that 69 years later we’re still talking about “walls” as a way to make sense of the world?

Separate is Never Equal

[Photo credit: The Rochester Latino Theatre Company]

Orlando shooting – community vigil in Rochester

Today the Bachelor Forum & the Gay Alliance of the Genesee Valley hosted a community vigil to remember the lives lost in Orlando. Hundreds of people turned up.

I didn’t much care for all the government officials and their speeches but was moved by what LGBT activists had to say: a focus on hate crimes, gun culture and the consistent murderous brutality towards the LGBTQI community (not just yesterday but every day), innumerable anti-LGBT bills that are active across 22 states and the prejudice inherent in stupid debates about bathrooms, the intersection of racism and homophobia, Black lives matter, Latinx lives matter, the rejection of fear and the need to challenge bigotry in all its current manifestations (including anti-Muslim bigotry), the meaninglessness of “praying” for the LGBT community when many mainstream religions haven’t done enough to combat/eliminate homophobia, a vow to respond to hate with love and solidarity, and finally the need to acknowledge the damage that was done and be able to heal.

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