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CHAZ PULLED HIS mother’s Outback into the snowed-over parking lot and parked it under the Alaska Recreational Area sign, gaping through the windshield at the three bodies clad in snowmobile suits lying face down on the still-frozen surface of the lake. Another meth deal gone sideways? Maybe. The locals in the jacked-up school buses and Tyvek-mummied shacks in the hills above town were as rough as the muffler-bashing roads they lived on. That was true. But, still, in the middle of a lake, in the middle of the day? The only other vehicle in the snowy lot was a rusted Toyota stake-bed that looked old enough to have come across from Asia on the land bridge. He reached for his phone just as one of the dead men raised an arm off the ice and then lowered it again as though waving. Chaz stopped. One of the other bodies did the same thing, a dead arm coming up off the ice and going back down again. And then the third man did it, too, and Chaz understood they were ice fishermen, lying on their bellies, looking into the holes they’d augered there, jigging. He put the phone down. Jesus. Ice fishing. And he thought he was bored. It was the third week of May and sunny, actual springtime at sea level in the little town on the bay, daffodils thick along the south wall of the Save U More, newborn moose calves tottering through intersections on knobby stilts, piles of dog shit rising like the dead on every thawing lawn. But here, a thousand feet up, aging snow still blanketed the ground, and the naked shore alders shuddered miserably in the wind off the frozen lake. He slumped back in his seat, squinting past the prostrate fishermen. Beyond them the dense spruce forests stretched endlessly. God’s worst idea ever: wilderness. It was Sunday, almost noon, and this was exactly everything he had to do, all day. It didn’t help that Nettle had brought some hipster dickhead home from Humboldt to share her room in her folks’ house and work on the family halibut boat for the summer. Chaz should’ve seen that coming. At Thanksgiving, she’d told him that it was “important to experience all kinds of experiences.” In January she’d gone back to California a week before classes re-started. She hadn’t come home for spring break at all. Chaz’s best friend, Evan, had said, “Chaz, you fag, remember that SAT question: How soon will a girl in college dump her dumbass boyfriend who’s still back home in high school, in Fartfuck Alaska? Surely you picked A.) The minute she runs into an Eddie Vedder wannabe with a bag of weed in one hand and his dick in the other. Surely, dude.” This was exactlywhy Chaz was sitting in his mother’s car watching guys lolling around on ice like pinnipeds, instead of spending the afternoon at Evan’s getting high and playing Guitar Hero: Warriors of Rock. Exactly. Ice fishing. Jesus.
Richard Chiappone is the author of Opening Days, a collection of essays, stories and poems, and the short story collection Water of an UndeterminedDepth. His work has appeared in national magazines, including Alaska Magazine, Playboy, Gray's Sporting Journal, and The Sun; and in literary journals including Crescent Review, Missouri Review, and ZYZZYVA, and has been featured on the BBC radio. He has served as an associate editor at Alaska Quarterly Review, and now teaches at the Kachemak Bay Campus of Kenai Peninsula College and in the low-residency MFA program at the University of Alaska Anchorage. He recently moved from rural Anchor Point to the big city madness of downtown, metropolitan Homer. Chiappone says the following story began with a boy ice fishing in upstate New York. A boy something like him, perhaps, growing up in a factory town, going off by himself in the woods and out onto the ice to get away from his dull, working-class home life and his six younger brothers and sisters. Somehow, the boy morphed into a teenager in a small town in Alaska. Somehow, he now had ultra liberal, ultra permissive parents, old hippies. Somehow he now had a radical, hipster older sister. For some reason, she was bald. Finally, the only thing remaining from the original was the intense confusion of being a teenager, trying to become oneself. Such is the power and mystery of revision. To read more of the excerpt, download a free copy of the Alaska Sampler 2015. Would you like to see your work featured here? Check out our Alaska Shorts guidelines and submit today.
A few Juneau Chilkat and Ravenstail weavers gather together for a meal hosted by one of the weavers at their home; then we weave afterwards. The “Wednesdaynite Weavers” we could call ourselves. A couple of Wednesdays ago, Nila and Laine Rinehart brought fresh Salmonberry pies for dessert – none of us had had this taste before; not like this!!!
Recipe for fresh salmonberry pie!
A couple of days ago, my friend Lis and I went out to her secret berry patch in Auke Bay – we picked all we could BUT we had to leave some berries behind because we didn’t have enough time nor any other containers!!! We picked enough to make about three standard size pies, or as the photo below suggests: 2 large and 3 small pies! Just in time for Father’s Day!
Instructions for making salmonberry pie!
NOTE: I suggest you cut the cardamom in half….use only 1 tsp instead of 2 tsp! In our opinion, 1 tsp of cardamom in the mixture is sufficient!
Some folks may not like the unique flavor of cardamom which if I am not mistaken is a key ingredient in Chi Tea. If you are a creative baker, you may experiment with other flavors to enhance the quality of this wonderful-tasting berry pie…! Salmon berries are unlike any other berry — they are the first of our berry season in Southeast Alaska!
2 large and 3 small Salmon Berry Pies celebrating Father’s Day 2015!
Clarissa’s desk sports a 6-year-old Samsung “SyncMaster XL2370″ monitor linked to her 6-year-old MacBook
10 years ago, I didn’t even know how to turn on a computer. I refused to spend any time in the world of technology; like why would I need it, right? There’s only so much time in the day and I’d rather create than look at a computer screen for hours. Even though I had an official website since 1998 when most artists did not (only because my friend Cecil insisted I had a website so he created it), for the first nearly 8 years whenever I received an email from someone commenting on my work on my website, I always had to ask my kids to pull up my website to see what the inquirer was talking about and at that time it was a chore to do so! Since then, my attitude has changed. I had to surrender to the fact that every business interaction was all on line; there was no need for a hard copy of anything. Not even what’s inside my wallet.
Clarissa’s office in relationship to her living room
My attitude changed too when I began taking control of how my website required many choices: the lay out, the choice of colors, the photographs, the text, etc. I began to see the artistry of a website design. I truly appreciate having a daughter in the family who enjoys creating websites. She also encouraged me to blog nearly 5 years ago even though I initially resisted.
Clarissa’s office in relationship to her sewing space
In reality, I spend 1/3 of my year creating actual product, 1/3 doing administrative work, and 1/3 doing marketing. Creating actual artwork is the best part; maintaining the business end of keeping one’s self from being a starving artist is 2/3 the work which includes: drafting up proposals, applying for grants, responding to emails, attending to bookkeeping, keeping track of receipts, applying to do art markets or artist residencies, doing the taxes, packaging and shipping artwork, preparing for, traveling to, attending and setting up/taking down an art market, researching and ordering supplies, updating the website, photographing the art, comparing insurance, posting blog entries, maintaining the vehicle, cleaning and maintaining the work space, and filing papers, etc.
Clarissa’s office from the perspective of the kitchenette
I spend at least half of my time as an artist in business on the computer. I spend at least half my time sitting in this office. Some artists have enough income to pay someone else to do the administrative/marketing aspect. I have yet to make that kind of income to afford even a rental with running water and sewer, let alone an administrative assistant. Though some day you will know when I have an administrative assistant. She will be the one who answers the call from you!
Clarissa’s weaving area from the perspective of her office
People wonder if I even have a home. Folks want to know where I live and work because it seems I travel a lot (though I have yet to afford a vacation.). “Clarissa’s Studio” is a 9-part series showing the 9 areas of Clarissa’s studio where I work full-time and live part of the year in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. As you know by now, I remodeled a 2-car garage about 10 years ago as a studio without running water or sewer system because I had no plans of using this space as a place of residence. I had no idea that years later, because of big changes in my personal life, I would not be able to afford paying rent anywhere else. so for nearly 4 years I have weathered insufficient heat during the winter and the inconveniences of not having a real kitchen and a bathroom, until someday I can afford a real home.
Over the next three months (starting this past May), I will introduce you to various parts of my humble 700 sq.ft. sanctuary divided into sections. Here are the parts of “Clarissa’s Studio Series”:
“The Living Room” where I play music, read, crochet, knit and clear out the coffee table to do Tai Chi;
“The Office” where I draft proposals, emails, FB, grants, letters, update my website and post blog entries;
“The Sewing Space” where I sew button robes and clothing for the grandkids;
“The Weaving Space” for all my Chilkat and Ravenstail weaving projects on various size looms;
“The Grand Table Space” where I do large layouts of robe pattern designs and cut the applique for button robes;
“The Drawing Room” where I sketch and finalize drawings for robes, paintings, collages and book illustrations;
“The Painting/Collage-making” where I create just that, along with printing limited edition Giclee’ prints and shrinkwrapping them;
“Clarissa’s Kitchenette” where I zap an occasional Amy’s TV dinner for lunch and I keep a modest supply of drinking water;
“Clarissa’s Storage Units” for beautiful and practical storage of all weaving, spinning, sewing, dyeing, beadworking supplies and recent collection of books
The first three blog entries on “Clarissa’s Studio” series include:
The Juneau School District has concluded our investigation into allegations that on or about May 30-31 of this year a group of incoming senior boys hazed/initiated a group of incoming freshmen boys by paddling them multiple times.
These events were first brought to our attention in early June. At that time the district began an initial investigation, which, due to an active police investigation and summer vacation, was put on hold. When we were informed that the police had concluded their investigation we resumed our efforts.