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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

From Past to Present in Panama

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What an amazing trip so far! Yesterday, we kayaked across Portobelo Bay (near the isthmus of the canal) to an island with remains of a Spanish Fort dating back over 400 years. Christopher Columbus first discovered Panama in 1502 creating a commercial and political trading post with Spain. Jump ahead several hundred years and Army Green Berets used to combat jump into Panama for military training. But all those days are over and instead, for a small entrance fee, we gained access to 48,287 acres of protected jungles with important ecological roles. One of our own, an editor from Lonely Planet, especially enjoyed the muddy terrain when the rain started coming down. Hey, they don't call it the 'Rainforest' for nothing!

Monday, August 28, 2006

Playing in Panama City, Panama

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Panama City is not as hot as everyone warned me it would be. And even if it was, I'm too engrossed in what I'm doing to care. I'm on another eco-adventure tour - this time in the dense lush forests of north-western Panama!

Today, we explored the Panama Canal by motorboat, catching glimpses of rare exotic jungle inhabitants like howler monkeys, sleeping tree sloths and miniature black bats. The world-renowned Soberania Rainforest is only minutes from Panama City and home to more varieties of birds than all of North America combined.

It wasn't easy videotaping animals that refuse to sit still, especially the ever-playful white-faced monkeys. They jump from canopy to canopy showing off their quick stealthy moves. It's frustrating for the lens but easy on the naked eye to follow. After the flora and fauna activity, we met with the Embera indigenous community for a tour of their tree huts and a sample of their cuisine. Dating back 300 years, the Embera Tribe now make their living through tourism rather than surviving off the land alone. Since the Park is a protected environment, the Embara can't hunt animals for food or chop down trees for fire, like they used to. They too have been forced to globalize sporting cellphones rather than shoes to stay alive.

Much more to come tonight as we dine at a place called the "Greenhouse Restaurant", known for their authentic Panamanian delights.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Crazy for Crepes

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My God (Buddha, Allah, etc...) I'm starving for a crêpe this morning! But, where to go for a savory bacon, avocado and sourcream crêpe served up by the nicest Frenchman to grace the streets of NY? It's quite the haul from Albany but "Crêpes on Columbus" is worth every George Washington Bridge and Interstate toll charge. I ordered up a popular favorite followed by a Belgium Dark Chocolate Crêpe with fresh oranges and grated coconut. Yummo!

Friday, August 25, 2006

Justice-Journalism

World Hum posted an article by Sarah Stuteville, a "justice journalism" writer from an NGO called Common Language Project or CLP. There are many forms of politically engaged journalism to fight social injustices and Sarah has tiptoed through Cambodian minefields, poked around crime-riddled red light districts in Calcutta and lately just returned from Pakistan. The challenge of her writing really hits an inspiring nerve.

"...as I look into his stern face registering my presence for the first time, my stomach rolls over itself and a stinging cold suddenly runs up my spine and down my arms, sending a series of tremors through my hands as they flutter and grasp at the dusty earth to steady me on the uneven slope. I have never been so afraid in my life."

She is describing Al Qaeda, The Taliban, Terrorists and/or The Enemy. She goes on to explain that she's in Pakistan to 'challenge deeply rooted animosity towards the West' by offering assistance to those impacted by recent earthquakes. She comes bearing USAID and humanitarian needs. Her presence is doing more for the war on terror than any military campaign or CIA can.

In a world of monopoly-driven news reporting it's wonderful to read justice-seeking journalists who refuse to sit on the sidelines and wait for a story to come to them. Journalists who seek out stories to challenge and educate us about societies on the fringe, that are dangerous and violent and merciless, or so we are thought to believe. That's no-holds-barred reporting that Sarah does at "WorldHum" and a number other fantastic reads.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Too Popular for PBS?

New York's primary elections are almost upon us. And come September 12th, I'll be hitting the polls to pick a candidate for U.S. Senator, State Governor, Attorney General, Comptroller and several posts for State Senate and Assembly. Tonight, three out of four candidates for Attorney General met in the PBS studios to debate hot topics like education, taxes, illegal immigration and the death penalty. The show was broadcast live throughout the state including Buffalo, Syracuse, Watertown and Plattsburgh while the Capital Region's #1 newspaper, Times Union Editor Rex Smith, facilitated questions.

Unfortunately, the winning candidate with enough moxie NOT to show was Andrew Cuomo and because of that, I think he lost several votes. I ran camera #4 for PBS tonight and was anxious to clip a lavalier and polish up a backlight for the son of one of this state's most gifted speakers. I used to work with Mario Cuomo in the early 90's, a magnetic personality with the charm and wit to win over the ugliest Conservative. All I can do is suspect that Andrew's giant lead in the polls afforded him an excuse to be elsewhere... but if I find out that that 'elsewhere' was a Kenneth Cole runway with his sister or a "Good Morning America" interview with his son Chris Cuomo (the new Morning News anchor) he's lost my vote as well.

Monday, August 21, 2006

A Cannibal's Kettle

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Lake George, NY is the center of high-class cultural taste every August and if you're one of the few who own lake front property there's a good chance that you were at the Double H Gala and/or the 4th annual Adirondack Living Show™ this weekend. PilotGirl Productions shot an episode for the Adirondack Living TV channel with host Jeff Fraser at the Adirondack Show and stood swooning as Richard Marx sang "Endless Summer Nights" at the Gala the night before. Not that I like or ever liked Marx's melodic music (too many ballads) but he's adorably short with dark spiky hair, plays acoustic guitar and has an irresistible air of pompousness and swagger. Who doesn't secretly love a musician with that much self-importance and hubris?

The Adirondack Living Show™ featured furniture makers from around the country including this crazy-looking dutch tub whose European designer launched as a 'new way to outdoor bath'. It requires no electricity, plumbing or hot water and instead works via a fire contained within it's rings- there's even a place to rest your beer, wine or champagne. The plastic bowl was the brunt of several jokes but more than one customer ended up strapping it to their carhood and taking it home. When the show was over I instead dashed to the beach for a quick dip.

But then the sky turned slightly ominious and thunder rolled far in the distance and all the lifeguards shouted that everyone exit the water for 20 minutes. I hadn't even dipped my big toe in yet and was sweating with hours worth of toil and labor. When 20 minutes was up another thunder cloud belched softly and the adolescent beach patrol again postponed my launch for another 20. I had only a few minutes left to swim so I took matters into my hands and made a mad dash past the guards.

Running at moc speeds and not caring that I wore a mismatched bikini, I hit the water with full force and propelled myself under. I knew that as soon as I surfaced guards would be whistling for my retreat. The water felt great and cooled me back to my normal temperature. "Hey you, you can't do that! You get out of there right this minute!" shouted the guards. I tried to pretend like I didn't hear their threats. I swam one lap, the length of the ropes and back, laughing all the while at preposterous rules that beg to be broken. Maybe Richard Marx inspired me today?

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Review of a Rav Play

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She held back her tears long enough and finally let the strain and stress of 6 months pour over her cheeks. 12 hour days of planning, producing and directing her first Capital Region stage play pulled together last minute to raucous applause and appreciation. Last night was the premiere opening of 3 episodes of "The Brady Bunch" and Debbie had gone so far as to write the show's Hollywood syndicate to get approval.

Directing a children's play is anything but child's play. It's a demanding excercise in patience and self-control. It requires balancing a full-time job with long hours of practice and unlimited investment of your own dollar. Deb pulls through though and between her and her budding cast of characters, ages 5 to 50 years, they all perform like pros. The leading lady who plays Florence Henderson's role has an uncanny almost frightening resemblence to the real Carol Brady.

"Marcia, Marcia, Marcia", "Groovy" and "Oh, My Nose!", expressions that brought back 70's nostalgia for the pop culture phenom. The stage was broken down into three sets, the kitchen, sittingroom and bedroom. With a little imagination, the audience envisioned the original Astroturf covered backyard in front of them. Rotary phones, bright orange fiberglass armchairs, mod wall colors and other funky furniture decor made it all seem like we were an actual television studio audience. There was even a electronic black and white applause box that lit up at the end of every episode. No detail, however small or inconsequential, was left out. The audience supplied an endless laugh track through all 90 minutes.

Way to go my friend! The show runs today, tomorrow and next weekend (8,8,2pm) at the Classic Theatre Guild at Voorheesville Elem. call 459-9826 for more info! Don't miss it.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Country Cares for St. Jude

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A few years ago, I produced some television spots on the St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis, TN. The hospital is the world's largest epicenter of pediatric medical research and it didn't take long for the crew to see how lucky we were to be healthy compared to the hundreds of children desperately ill and battling to stay alive.

Tonight, Albany's local St. Jude chapter and country music station WGNA finished off a 24-hour fund-raising radiothon raising nearly 200,000 in donations. My camera's were rolling when the announcement was made. Overwhelmed with the generosity, my good friend and St. Jude Associate Director Jenn Joy, admitted that it could be the largest total ever raised in the Northeast, perhaps in the entire country! Way to go Albany!

There were no big celebrities or big rich companies contributing to the goal either. This was purely country music listeners, many who are probably middle class Americans struggling to make ends meet to begin with. A wheelchair bound 9-year old battling Osteogenesis Imperfecta (Brittle Bone Disease) helped pull everyone's heart strings. Little Allen's bright brown eyes and hopeful outlook reminded everyone, once again, how lucky we truly are. Thank you Allen.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

This is for All the Lonely People...

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Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky...

Tonight I learned that 'America's' Gerry Beckley refuses to wear shoelaces with his white canvas duck deck sneakers and Dewey Bunnell measures only 5'6". These two incredibly kind musicians flew in from L.A. this morning to pitch their recent sold-out concert in Sydney Australia on National Broadcast television. PBS was delighted to showcase their music for several hours tonight. It generated hundreds of phone calls and had everyone in the studio feeling 70's nostalgia. Let's continue with that thought...

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try...

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Albany Pine Bush

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Getting lost in the Albany PineBush is a terrifying ordeal for a city slicker like my walking companion. Deer ticks bite at her ankles, long slimy snakes cross her path and a web of spiderwebs stretched between branches get caught in her hair. Thank God that nobody but the red-tailed hawks circling like vultures from above heard our blood-curdling screams when we nearly stepped on a harmless grass snake. Our well-groomed path, with it's bright red trail markers, disappeared minutes into the trek leaving us a bushwacking expedition complete with deer flies and fresh deer droppings. "Gross!"
"Welcomed to one of the last remaining examples of an inland pine barren environment in the world" I declared. Admittedly, she was too thirsty and too tired to care. "Oh come on! This is an adventure. Enjoy it." She looked at me like she was going to tear me into a million shreds and toss me to the turtles in the swampy vernal pond to our left. She continued on not trusting my instincts to find our way back but helpless to do anything about it.

A tiger swallowtail and Blue Karner butterfly danced in a clearing of wide open landscape filled with dense shrubs and flowing prairie grass. Wind swept sand dunes spotted with tap roots of pine trees that had burned in the past dotted the landscape. In the distance we heard traffic congestion. My friend breathed a sigh of releif and skipped infront of me to lead the way. We were out before we knew it.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

This Channel is Bound for Glory

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Take a deep breath and "Puff" on this one everyone. The magic dragon himself stopped by to frolick in our early autumn studio called WMHT-PBS yesterday. Known better to the folk renaissance of the 1960's as singer/songwriter Peter Yarrow of "Peter, Paul and Mary" he's also a longtime activist for equal rights, peace, the environment and education. Last night he won over the community pushing pledges and supporting commercial-free television with humor, wit and charisma. He bounced from call to call personally thanking each viewer for their contribution while notoriously flirting with the volunteer phone ops. Nobody balked at his deep tissue rubs or gentle foot massages, especially the lone female camera op on camera 2, that'd be me! There are so many wonderful songs from that generation that metaphorically speak volumes with what's been happening today. We implored him to sing in full verse but he teased us with only a few classic gems, like this one...

Well I got a hammer,
And I got a bell,
And I got a song to sing, all over this land.
It's the hammer of Justice,
It's the bell of Freedom,
It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

A Capitalist Apocalypse

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I loathe adverts, distrust globalization and believe consumerism corrupts the mind. I go kicking and screaming when I have to enter a Walmart and sit restlessly watching a Pepsi or Coke commercial before a movie starts. Intrusive advertisting permeates our culture, our economy and our egocentric philosophical system. From communication mediums to transportation hubs like roadways, buses and now even airplane tray tables, I know I'm sounding like Karl Marx here but desire and abundance in this country is out of control!

On Sunday evening this viewpoint was re-enforced when 60 Minutes reran a story that originally aired in November, 2005. At that time, I was aboard the M/V Explorer shooting a documentary with several hundred students. We had just left a one room, thatched-roofed mud hut occupied by India's lowest class, The Untouchables or Dalits. They were remembered fondly as I sat in disgust watching the Joneses of America spend upwards of 2, 3, and 4 million dollars on bigger homes. Here's a condensed excerpt from the piece:

"It’s not just their fancy vacations and designer clothes, their swimming pools and their growling SUV’s. It’s the house. The size of the average new house in this country has grown almost 50 percent in the last 30 years, while the average family has shrunk. As reported last fall, houses are growing from sea to shining sea, like some alien weed. Across the country, thousands of perfectly sound and cozy houses are being torn down. The empty lots then get filled up with huge houses. "I just don't know why people need that much space because it's not as though everybody has a lot of children. Coming in here are two people". The Joneses are everywhere, in old communities and new developments, building Galacticas or McMansions and starter castles." more...

Sunday, August 06, 2006

New York's Wurst

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Germany, specifically Berlin seems to be 'The Place' to be right now. I've got several friends visiting the Reichstag and learning about the history of the Brandenburger gates. Mutti is expected to fly over anyday now. After reunification, redevelopment of the entire city has turned it into a towering tourist attraction with hundreds of wonderful eateries and new restaurants. But unless its a media sponsored trip, I generally opt for a more affortable fix for potato pancakes.

On Friday, with help from several city friends, I discovered a comparative beer hall right here in New York - it's called Hallo Berlin and it's located in Hells Kitchen. With a witty poster declaring "Welcome to New York's Wurst" on the front window and a head chef named Torri, with cheeks as pinchable as Dizzy Gillespie's, it's no wonder our birthday girl Ms. Jenn fell in love with the place...oh, and the cook! Torri offered up a 50/50 concoction called 'Diesel' to wash down my original spicy-laden German fries. The half soda and half dark lager tastes more appealing than it sounds but it's in high demand here. Make sure to eat at one of the beergarden picnic tables shadowed by a Berlin Wall replica on the back patio. It will make you feel like your in Potsdamer Platz as opposed to the corner of 10th and 44th Street.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Keeping Cool Cave Dwelling

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Struggling with temperatures that soar above 100º and rolling brown-outs that shut down your A/C for most of the day? Do what I do - bury yourself in a cave 150 feet below ground with prehistoric stalagmites. Howe Caverns is among a very small number of mineral caves in the world that maintains a refreshing 52º year round. Besides staying cool, it's a fascinating place to learn about limestone beds, underground brooks and streams and gemstone mining. And to my surprise, an adventure tour offers spelunking for those not afraid of crawling close spaces. It still rains calcium deposits but if your hit in the head by a droplet it's a sign of good luck.