Posted by: nativeiowan | May 18, 2009

Weekend Boating in the Isles

Went boating on Sunday. The weather was great. Seas were very friendly. Did a couple hours of site-seeing between Guadalcanal, The Florida Islands, Savo and back to Honiara. Could not have asked for bluer skies and calmer seas…
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Sho Sho sure enjoyed the ride…IMG_0111and she made the boat look real good…

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 14, 2009

People First Network

Added a new link… The People First Network.

This is a very cool network that integrates a number of very remote HF based computer links established throughout the provinces of the Solomons. I highly recommend a look and, if you wish to keep your finger on the pulse of discussion, politics, etc… this will help.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 14, 2009

from my window

An overcast day… traffic is slow. Very little happening… the sea is mill-pond calm. All we got to offer today:

ships on the horizon

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Posted by: nativeiowan | May 13, 2009

from my window

This was too good to resist… two storm systems meeting head on. Have been watching them as they moved toward their head-on collision. I’m still watching and the small “window” between the two storms is almost squeezed out of view. The storm is near/ over the Florida Islands, about 10 miles from Honiara…

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Posted by: nativeiowan | May 13, 2009

from my window

busy bus stop

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Taking the easy way home…IMG_0089

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 11, 2009

from my window

on the horizon: an overcast day but the horizon is clear..

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At the bus stop… classy little girl wiats patiently…

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May 11 3pm

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 10, 2009

killer sun set

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Posted by: nativeiowan | May 10, 2009

Saturday at Work

January 18, 2003…

I’m such a nice guy… I don’t make the crew start work until 9:30 on Saturdays. Lots of work to do. But, hell, it’s Saturday.

I slept in. by 7:30am the sun was so bright you had to get out of bed. I had woke up at 4:30 am, 5:30 am, 6:30 am and each time, merrily remembered I got to sleep in, rolled over and continued my mundane dreaming.

The kids were late. Only Paul and Natasha (the only two who spent last night in my house) made it to breakfast. We were pretty much on time. Spent the morning cleaning up old drums, repainting them, etc. I ran around, hassled with the electric authority and answered emails and faxes.

I leave on Monday for 10 days. Now that we own the depot I don’t like being away. It’s easier right now in that we are way low of fuel. Will be completely out next week. Have heaps of work to do and could use a couple weeks of no fuel for maintenance.

One big project we are just finishing is setting the navigation aids in the harbor. Over the years the nav-aids have fallen down, been vandalized or simply stolen. We have messed around a lot with this issue this year. If the nav-aids are not right the tanker cannot come into the harbor. If the tanker doesn’t come in we don’t get fuel. The gov’t is mismanaged and claims no money for the repair of such things. Thus I have spent time and money this year working on it all.

The last beacon is ready to go in. I fabricated it on the wharf. It is 3 old oil drums loaded with Steel and concrete. I took an 8-inch PVC pipe and used it as the first 12 feet of the “post”. We tied it to the base with steel rods and concreted it into the base. We then man-handled the empty post and the heavy concrete base (it has to weight 4 to 500 kgs) to the wharf where we dumped it in 10 feet of water. Terry and his crew then inserted a 1″ pipe 24 feet long into a PCV pipe 3 inches in diameter and filled the 3″ pipe with concrete. This pipe went into t he 8″ pipe and was subsequently concreted in. So we have a big, heavy base. 12 feet of 8″ pipe and 12 feel of 3″ pipe with a red beacon on the top and a steep pipe in the middle. I figure it should do the trick and last quite a while.

So all of this is in the ocean off my wharf. I figured I could make “lift bags” out of drums, tie the drums to the base and float the entire shebang then tow it to the place where it has to go. I have done under water lifting before. It is not that hard.

I’m in the water. Tying ropes, getting drums set. One drum leaks bad. I discard it. I get another drum set perfectly. It is under water but has enough positive buoyancy to be in place. The ropes are balanced and tight.

The drum is 6 to 8 feet under water. All I have to do is get another 3 or 4 drums set and the whole show will be able to be floated off the bottom.

I sink a couple more drums. My helpers don’t have a clear idea of what I am doing so they do not realize I do not want the drums to sink and lay down on the bottom. I want to partially sink them. Keep some buoyancy so they float just above the base I want to lift.

Two drums are floating above me. I have their ropes in my hand. I grab the hook we made to tie the ropes to and pull the drums down. The boys did not close the bung lid on the drum. The air is venting out and losing its buoyancy. I stick my head under the drum and exhale so my air will flow into the holes in the bottom of the drum. I have the ropes in one hand the base in the other. My ears are under pressure but I can’t “clear”. My hands are both busy. I have the buoyancy of the drums equalized. I have to tie them to the base then go up and tighten the bung.

My ear pops. Needles of pain shoot through my neck and I feel water rush down the side of my neck. It is a terrible feeling. A wrong feeling. I just blew an eardrum.

At the same time the drums lose buoyancy and drop to the bottom. My right leg cramps and I am pretty unhappy with myself.

I surface and the boys don’t have a clue what is wrong. I am probably unfair to them but as “tenders” on a project they should be paying attention. Not the case.

So we end the day without having completed our projects. With a blown eardrum (I have done this once before and it does heal) I can’t dive for a while. I’ll have to get someone else to do the lift for me.

Life could be worse. I head out of here soon. My ear will mend. We will get the lift completed. It was one of those sad / ego trips. I wanted to show my guys how to do it and “show off” a bit in doing so. Just goes to show that activities surrounded by ego inspired intentions usually end in a fucked up finale’.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 8, 2009

grandma’s garden

The day is sunny and warm. A soft sunlight filters through the oak tree in the back yard. A ginger cat lazes drowsily in the shade. An old plank picnic table leans precariously on the glistening lawn. Near by a shining metal barbecue pit gleams. Machined, silver legs. Bright red tray.

A garden takes up the majority of the small yard.

The dew of the early morning fog sits lightly on rows of regimented plants. The straight and stately tomato vines. Held erect with slim sticks. Beads of dew glistening like jewels in the sun.

The slight foreign looking eggplants. The youthful sweet corn stalks. The quietly exotic pepper plants. Lined and disciplined in the 20 foot by 20 foot patch. The tilled black loam in contrast to the brilliant green lawn.

Floating like a snared balloon, bright pink and slightly jiggling, Grandma’s rear-end catches the eye. Between the eggplant and the tomatoes. From a distance it looks quite unusual.

The stretch nylon of her “work shorts” blaze brighter (and bigger) than the day is shining and soft. She rises, sighs. Wiping her hands on her hips she takes a step to her left and bends again. She is weeding. Removing uninvited invaders from the carefully tended plot.

Grandpa, stands at the edge of the garden, leaning on a hoe. He appears to be surveying his empire. Smile of silent satisfaction rests on his weathered face. He pauses in his daydream to reach inside the front of his worn “Osh Kosk” bibbed overalls. He scratches his groin. His look of silent satisfaction widens as he scratches.

“Damn-it Grandpa.” The old man starts, looks stunned. His hand still down the front of his overalls. “I told you ta put shorts on under your work clothes. Everyone in town can watch you scratching yer self. Wish yu’d put yer damn shorts on before yu’d come out. Walking around half naked. Ain’t decent I say”.

Grandma has stood up. Both wrists propped on her hips, her fingers dirty from weeding. She has the “evil eye” fastened on the old man. She’s glaring at him.

“Gawdamnit woman. I told you wuz too damn hot to sweat through all that cotton. Man’s gotta have a bitta air, ya know.”

“I don’ care.” She says. “Gawd and everyone stand’n here lookin at you diddlin’ yer self. Ain’t decent I say.”

Grandma bends to continue her chore. A sly smile crosses the old man’s face.

“I’ll tell what ain’t decent.” He says. “ Look at you. Yer ass s’ big as that barbecue.  Ain’t decent ya say. Hell woman. I’ll tell what s’ not decent.”

The old woman’s agile movement belies her age. She is up and covers the three or fours steps between them like a pro athlete.

Face to face they stand. You call tell Grandma is not happy.

“What do you mean? What are you saying?” she near spits on the old guy.

“Like I said. Plain and simple. Me, I’m dressed proper. Don’ need no shorts. But you, hell woman, yer ass ‘s bigger than that barbeque over there. And them bright pink pants. Hell, woman, they look like theys been spray painted on.”

“Ain’t so. Ain’t So! Take in back. Now. You’re juz being mean. Cause I caught ya fingering yerself n’ all. Yer juz being mean.”

The old man smiles and shakes his head. He can tell the old woman is mad. “I’ll betcha that the barbecue over there is smaller than your ass. If I’m wrong I’ll wear shorts everyday, swear to gawd. I’m right, I’m right. Sounds like a fair bet to me.”

“Sometimes I do declare! How I spent all these years with you? Yer jus a mean old man. I do declare.”

The old man shifts his hoe. Slips his hand inside his bib and scratches a tit. “Sounds like a fair bet to me. You says not I says yas. You got nothing to lose. Hell, I’m the one who stands to lose anything.”

And so it is that we see grandpa walking over to the shed. He opens the door and enters. He returns a moment later holding a large, silver tape-measure.

“You didn’ have to get the biggest damn tape in the shed” Grandma says with a frown. You can see she is unconvinced this is a good idea.

“Jus wanna be sure it’ll do the job.” Grandpa says with a boyish smile.

“Now bend yerself over and let me measure.” He says as he extends the tape out and holds it stretched between his arms.

“No you don’.” Grandma counters. “You measure the barbecue first.”

Grandpa walks over to the barbecue. Disturbing the sleeping cat he takes several measurements. He’s making a show of it.

He rises holding the tape in front of him. His thumb and forefinger mark the chosen measurement. “ Dead on thirty-three inches.” He declares. “Now ben’ yerself over and lets get a reading.”

Grandma looks very uncertain. Her earlier anger has fled. She has lived with this old joker for over fifty years and knows when she has let her self be led into a set up. “Now, now. I ain’t so sure..”

“Bend yerself over now. Let me get a good measurement.” He is walking towards her with the tape held straight in front of him.

“I don’ know. Damnit. How d’ I let you talk me into this?” Grandma slowly bends over. Taking up her straight legged, bent at the hips weeding posture.

Grandpa advances. He’s holding the tape like a probe or an uncertain weapon. “Now don’ you be passin’ any gas while I’m about this measuring.” He chuckles. His smile, now that Grandma can’t see his face, is broad and beaming.

“Jus be getting on with it, damn you. I can’t be standing like this forever.”

“Be patient. Too damn early for the neighbors to be watching any way.” The old man says as he manipulates the tape.

He has his finger and thumb on the thirty-three inch mark. He raises the tape to Grandma’s ass. He lets out a long slow whistle.

“Hell-fire woman. Hold still now. Quit wiggling it, will ya. Looks like you got the barbecue beat all to shit. I do say. Hmm… I’ll have to call thirty-four and a half if’n it’s an inch.”

The old woman is up and mad again. “Give me that damn thing. You’re jus an ol liar is what you are. Give me that thing.”

She snatches the tape from Grandpa’s hand and proceeds to try to measure her own bottom. She tries to hold the tape flush with the side of her left cheek and find the right side with her thumb. The old man watches with a pleased look on his face. Grandma brings the tape up, adjusts her glasses and tries to read the measurement near her thumb.

“Told you.” Is all grandpa says.

“Ain’t right. Ain’t t’ truth. I bent the tape. Here, lets get a real measurement.” She says this as she walks to the picnic table under the oak.

She puts the tape out on the bench seat. Locks the tape into place and delicately (as delicately as possible) sits on the tape. She marks one side with her right forefinger. The other with her left.

“Now what does that say? Smart ass.”

The old man leans close, looks at her left finger and says “ fifty four, no fifty five inches.”

“No, damn you. I gots some over here that don’ count. Subtract whats over here. There’s seventeen inches over here. What’s that make it? Mr. Smarty.”

“Well, fifty four minus 17 is, hmm, that’s be 36 inches. Hell-fire, woman. My measurement was smaller.”

“I wuz sittin. I wuz sitin. It makes it bigger. Spreads it out more, ya know. Here, let me stand up. You measure as I stand.”

With a great show of resignation the old man takes the tape-measure as Grandma stands and pulls her quite ample self into as small of a linear posture as possible.

Without a word he measures grandma’s rump. He does it quickly. Shows her the result without looking.

“thirtyfour inches.” She reads. “Thirtyfour inches.” She snatches the tape. Waddles over to the barbecue. Measures and measures. Walks around the apparatus at least three times. With a sigh of resignation she tosses the tape-measure onto the picnic table.

“Damn you, you ornery old cuss.” She says as she turns on her heel and stomps into the house.

Grandpa keeps his face passive until the screen door noisily slams shut. Once safe from Grandma’s wrath he allows himself a broad smile and a low chuckle. He addresses the cat. “Bigger n’ the barbecue. Hell. I thought I was gonna lose. Was jus funnin’. Now she’ll be pissed all day. Thirtyfour inches… hell fire…”

He laughs low and long as he collects his hoe and resumes his surveying posture.


Posted by: nativeiowan | May 8, 2009

from my window: body language at the bus stop


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May 8 8am

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 7, 2009

from my window

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May 7, 2006, 5pm

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 7, 2009

One of those days

It was one of those days. It had been soooo gooood. So good that you knew. There was no doubt about it. Ma would make you take a bath. You could see yourself walking up the gravel driveway. You’d be extra-special careful to stay in the lilac bushes’ shadows. Extra-special careful to not let the gravel make any noise. You’d make a dash to the back door. Slip in without a sound. And hear “Where you been? Mister!”

Not that you dislike baths. They’re okay. Fine for Saturdays. Baths can even be fun. But not today. Not when you smell just right. Not when you’d had sooo much fun. Had sooo many adventures. Not when your feet are just right. Your ankles dirty enough to look like socks. Your soles dirty, brown and tough.

A bath will ruin your feet. Ma will fill the big ol’ tub up with hot, hot water. She will make you scrape your soles with an old butter knife. Slipping over the river banks in soft feet don’t work. Shoes don’t work either. Tough, horney soled feet is what works. Already June and your feet just in shape. A bath will spoil it all. Ruin it.

She will insist on scrubbing you with a rough wash cloth. Your skin will burn under Granny’s lye soap. She will make you wash your hair. Right when it’s all oily and combs just right. It’ll come out soft and fluffy. She will make you scrub your fingernails with that little brush. Tomrrow your hands will look like a girl’s.  Clean, shiny and pink. But worse… worse of all, the bath will make you smell clean. Just when you’re smelling good. A Bath!

A bath will make you smell like Granny’s soap and Ma’s linen. Not the river. Not like dried sweat or hooked catfish and half-dead crawdads. Not like hot sun and adventures. Not like a June day filled with magic.

Ma’s linen smells fine.  Granny’s soap burns. But today’s adventures. The river. That monster catfish. You can still smell them. They still smell sweet. A bath will wash it all away. Turn it to scum on the water. And you’ll forget.

By tomorrow morning. You’ll have forgotten. You’ll wake up. Yawn. Take a deep breath. Smell Granny’s soap. Ma’s linen. And remember. The bath. Washing your hair. Helping Ma. Changing the sheets. Fluffing the pillows. Crawling into a nice, cool bed. The cool, June breeze. You’ll remember falling asleep thinking “What a magic day it had been”.

You will not smell yesterday. Yesterday’s adventures. Yesterday’s magic. All that magic. The silvery, gray catfish. Fighting against your Zebco. Against you and your Zebco. The shiny, splashing battle. You will forget slipping on that big rock. Sliding, both feet into the river. Wet to the waist. Ankle deep in river sludge. Staying balanced. Keeping the catfish hooked. Noticing the blood. The broken bottle. The cut foot only after the fish was landed.

Ma will see the cut. She will raise hell. Go on about how bad the river is. How dangerous it is. Use the cut as evidence. Proof. May even threaten to call the Doctor. Stitches! A tetanus shot! Those hated stitches. Stitches mean no river for a week, or more. And iodine! Keeping it clean. More baths!

What can you do? Hope she’s not home! Or in the back garden? Gotta be careful. Walk up the gravel driveway real quiet like. Be extra-special careful. Extra-special careful!  Stay near the lilac bushes’ shadows. Make a dash for the back door. Slip in without a sound. Cat-like quiet. Then hear “where you been? Mister!”.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 6, 2009

from my window

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May 6, 2009: 12 noon

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 5, 2009

from January 2009

The following are answers to questions as posed by the Solomon Star. It is important that the answers be printed as is and that literary license is not allowed. This is not an interview… It is a submission with answers to specific questions…

As the new President of Chamber of Commerce what are your immediate plans for SICCI?

Since there are so many important issues that need urgent attention it is hard to prioritize just a few. The business law reform deals with a number of issues, as will the labour law reform, but a short list of other priority areas would include; road improvements in Honiara (Ranadi in particular), inter island shipping including navigation aids, customs clearance times, Solomon Airlines management, water and electricity supply, telecommunication costs, garbage collection and disposal, urban land use, national legislation on lands, business friendly taxation reform.

On top of these issues the Government must also see growth in the tourism, mining, plantation and fisheries sectors if it is to avoid a growing trade deficit, a weakening Solomons Dollar, and higher unemployment.

The Chamber realizes that this is an immense task. Which is why the Government should utilize the expertise of the private sector in making decisions, rather than importing expensive and oft-times confused consultants. Utilizing immediately available private sector business experts to develop policy that aims to enhance the business environment is an obvious choice to make.

The Government has promised greater engagement with the private sector but we need further commitment and continuous meetings to develop how we can actually help government formulate policy. Just saying something does not make it reality. The Private Sector as represented by the SICCI is standing by to assist, partner and cooperate. It remains the responsibility of Government to involve us in a productive and permanent manner.

The SICCI must continue the path established last year whereby an honest partnership with SIG is maintained creating a venue where positive progress and cooperation is fostered. There is, sadly, a thought process that Government and Private Sector are adversaries. By understanding that Government needs Private Sector and that Private Sector needs Government we can prepare to move forward together rather than in opposition. The Chamber proved its commitment last year but remains disappointed in the time lost through political agendas being primary to economic agendas. Both agendas must be addressed yet an imbalance, as we have experienced in the past, easily costs us time we do not have.

Consider: Solomon Islands celebrates its 30th anniversary this July. How long do we have to “get things right”?  I personally feel our problem is that we lack the consistent leadership of experienced and honorable, fair-minded individuals. Not to say that such individuals do not exist but rather that the stability required for successful economic foundations to be laid has never existed. Where are the leaders that we need to make wise decisions at all levels of the community? Government land is often “given” away to friends, relatives and cronies. (specifically noting the Western Provincial decisions to “sell” land including the famous Kennedy Island in 2004 and the loss of public land throughout Honiara) We are currently watching the drama of government vehicles (new and expensive vehicles) being “sold” to public (past public) officers for a fraction of their worth.

The leaders that do the harm to the community may not be with us for long yet the fact that the damage is done, the valuable properly sold for a pittance with the needs of the Nation left unattended; for yet another term.

I feel that we do not have too many chances to get it all “right”. In very rough numbers: Half the population is under 25 yrs. Half of this group is under 15 yrs. We are looking at a huge cross section of our population becoming more and more disenfranchised. We talk of our Nation’s valuable resources… When are we going to wake up and understand that the Youth of The Nation are much more valuable than the timber, fish stocks or minerals we argue over?

All that I read, research and understand tells me that our beloved Solomons are an economically viable land. I feel that the wastefulness of past leadership combined with the collusion of self serving business principles has sent us all down the path of penury. 30th independence anniversary this July… I’d say we have 10 years to prove the current generation has the ability and will power to make a difference.
 
2. What would be your priority areas to address in relation to commerce and industry activities in SI?

We have discussed many areas of importance above.

Specifically we will directly attend to:

  • Take the SICCI to the Provinces.
  • Address taxation issues with SIG.
  • Continue working per developing a better and more professional Lands Office that actually does the work required in a timely manner.
  • Address issues of businesses acting outside the formal sector.
  • Push for transport (road, sea, air) development throughout the country aiming to find a point where the rural dwellers of the nation are no longer penalized for simply being rural.
  • Bring to the forefront the issue of the Solomon “brain drain”… We need to bring our skilled and qualified wontoks back to the Solomons. The only way to do this is to offer the same opportunity and future as is being offered to these people over seas.
  • And the youth of the Nation… We must become wise enough to admit that it is up to the generation now in control to ensure a secure future for our children. We need to give them respect and self esteem. Rather than sell the public playing fields we should build more sporting facilities. Our schools are less than productive. If we cannot prepare a positive future for the youth of the national all else is for nothing.

3. What areas would you like the government to do or improve in relation to commercial and economic activities and growth in the country?

In addition to the previously mentioned issues one thing that needs attention is the level of service from government. The private sector pays taxes and expects a certain return on this investment. However, what we continually see is inefficient government services and inefficient civil servants. Whilst we do understand that some departments are understaffed we believe that a lack of discipline, work ethic and leadership result in a poor level of service. Ministers are ultimately responsible for whether or not their employees work hard and steer clear of corrupt practices. However, it is management at every level that should be demanding more of their staff and themselves. The country will continue to develop at a snail’s pace if corruption and incompetence are allowed to permeate every level of public service.

A work ethic must be developed where the type of energy found in the Government Offices is the same as the energy found in private business. Right now government offices may or may not be functioning to their actual capacity with and deficiencies costing private sector directly. It does not work for Private Sector to wait for far too long to get a property transferred or a permit process completed. Files get lost in the system and the Private Sector suffers. As they say… “time is money”.

The self-serving or corrupt attitudes that have crept into the administrative life of the Solomons has to stop. This comment is pointed at Private Sector as well as Government… It does take two to tango, so they say… The idea that you have to pay a worker or officer a gratuity to do his job is farcical. It is, in my mind, a new occurrence specifically noting that such was not the norm within the first ten years of Independence.

I feel that it is now quite normal to find levels of corruption where by a pack of cigarettes gets you fast attention, where a crate of beer gets you that form processed, or where a few hundred dollars buys a blind eye to a large tax or fee or even remove a legal charge. The mentality here is that the service being supplied is for sale to the highest bidder. This holds true with Government offices, State Owned Enterprises and Commercial Business. We have come to accept the trend that you pay something extra to get good, prompt service. Or, if you do not pay, you wait, and wait, and wait…

With the greatest of respect to all parties: We all have messes we need to clean up. Finger pointing does not work but, as discussed above, I do not think we have much time to get it right.
 
4. As the former Vice Chair of SICCI and long time member of SICCI what are some of the challenges and achievements of SICCI?

We have been heavily involved in government plans to raise the minimum wage (something that the Chamber supported) and also proposed changes to taxation. The Chamber has proven to be an invaluable source of information since we have shown that we can conduct research involving thousands of employees and numerous firms very quickly. The country lacks much of the important data on which policy decisions should be made. This year we plan to undertake many more studies and surveys of our members to help the government make the right decisions.

However, undertaking such work is a challenge to the Chamber since we are a small, self funded organization. Our challenge for 2008 is to look into expanding our revenue base by attracting more members and offering a greater number of income generating services as well as seek development funding to allow our far reaching programmers to be realized.

SICCI is the premier private sector representative for the Nation. We plan to reach out to the provinces and allow the strengths of the SICCI to assist businesses and industry “out there”. I strongly note that it is important that we bring our brethren-in-business into the formal sector, which will be hard at first. The Government must make it clear to the Private Sector that there are advantages in being a part of the formal sector. Hiding in the “black market” areas of rural business is no longer acceptable and we must show others that there are distinct advantages in being part of the formal economy.

To be successful here the Chamber must prove it’s worth to its membership. It must modify perceptions of what our main functions are…
Why should any business or private individual join the Chamber?
What return for investment does it offer?
Will the partnership with Government we discuss really make a difference?
Is the Chamber just for the big businesses?

The answers here are basic and simple: By being a member of the Chamber/ by being a member of the Formal Private Sector your voice has more weight. The more of us who work together to partner with Central and Provincial Governments to “MAKE A DIFFERENCE” the easier and quicker we shall grasp success.

 
5. Do you think government support to private sector is enough or not, if no what areas needs to be supported?

SIG is good at doing consultations (probably due to donor pressure and/or advice in how to go about reforms) but there is no guarantee that the private sectors views are taken into account. The Chamber has had mixed success in this respect. What we would like to see is a greater number of private/public sector boards making real decisions regarding government policy and spending. Although we are represented on the steering committee for business law reform and for labor law reform we would like to see more private sector involvement in the real decision-making. The Shadow Board for the National Transport Fund is a good concept and one that could be repeated in other sectors. However, we recognize that the Government will be reluctant to cede some of its decision-making abilities to the Private Sector. Despite this we see that mixed private sector and government boards are more democratic and effective way of making decisions.

It is important to comment on State Owned Enterprises, SOEs, appear to demand much funding from the Government’s general treasury… Perhaps too much. Noting specifically that Solomon Airline and SolTaiyo cost the Government millions to “keep afloat”: It may be wise to consider the ability of the Government to manage such enterprises. It may be wise to dissect the reasons for such failings. Is it indeed in the best interests of the Government to continue to “invest” in losing operations? Could the money be better spent, elsewhere?

SIG should be supporting the private sector through infrastructure development. Also through bringing opportunities such as partnerships with businesses from off shore. The Government should never “give” money away to stimulate “business”. You cannot promote or develop business by handing money out. It simply does not work. Grants in the name of “development” have long been a path to fund wontoks and cronies.

Give us wharfs, an airline that is on time, good roads, and fair taxes… And then we’ll see how fast and how far we can grow.
 
6. Doing think business and investment opportunities is rising in the country? if so what is the contributing factor?

The high level of economic growth that we are seeing is to be expected after a prolonged period of self inflicted stagnation. Taking specific note that we are still below late 1990’s level of productivity.

High worldwide commodity prices are making the country attractive to investors. Palm oil, metals, timber and fish are currently in high demand. However, there is no guarantee that this will continue indefinitely, as has been illustrated by the recent global credit crisis. The government must work harder simply to remain competitive on the international arena. In order to succeed the government needs to pursue very wise, long-term strategies; which is hard to do in such a fluid system of government as we have here, with no strong party system and continually changing allegiances. Investments are likely to grow but the government must reinvest any surpluses in infrastructure and also health and education. We need an educated, well trained, workforce if we are to develop.

Following and possibly contrary to the above: The investment climate in the country is not as healthy as one may think. We are living on a short-term crest of a wave that may well crash. Logging is less than long-term sustainable. Fishing is the same. Mining… Similar, perhaps? The Government must make gains while the times are good and prepare to invest in the future.
 
The discussions per increasing tax levels rather than reviewing the entire tax system means that an investor stands little chance of creating a return on investment, honestly. Too many taxes open the door to abuse. Too much taxation promotes devious designs. Our currency is in very bad health. It would take a brave investor to bring money from off shore and, at this time, invest in SBD. Political instability is another issue that scares investors off. Land tenure noting costly and tiresome issues relating to inefficiencies in the Lands Office is another detractor to inventors. General safety and security, noting the 2006 riots that erupted without warning, is another big threat to investment.

Instability and the lack of a secure and consistent business environment increase the costs of doing business. Such increases of cost often send honest investors away from the Solomons.

We can all agree that the Solomons offer much potential. Yet the act of attaining or realizing this potential must be done in a partnership between Government and Private Sector… Not at the cost of the Private Sector. As long as we can be fair, honest and transparent we can succeed.

In ending… I offer for reprint a speech that was made to the Sogavare Government in late 2007. I feel the sentiments here have not changed…

Respected Guests, Ladies and gentlemen,
 
The SICCI has been asked to offer remarks per
 
“The Role of the Private Sector and Challenges Faced”… This is an important discussion and I very much appreciate the opportunity to address this gathering. I will keep my remarks short, succinct and pertinent…
 
First off: Allow me to begin by defining “Private Sector” … Encarta states that Private Sector is the part of a free market economy that is made up of companies and organizations that are not owned or controlled by the government. My initial comment here is that the Private Sector of Solomon Islands is unlike that of other counties. Our Private sector begins with the rural sector and flows from there. The largest cross-section of our Nation, the rural sector, is very much a part of the Private Sector. Yet this cross section of our economy is often underrepresented, overlooked, neglected, or worse, exploited.
 
Representing a powerful machine the rural sector has proven to be a strength that has supported the Solomons time and time again. Most urban businesses cater, at least to a degree, to the Rural Sector. We can be blinded at times by considering that the urban economy is the economic end all and be all.
 
It is an articulated aim of SICCI to reach out and include the rural Private Sector in our activities. We are actively, upon the request of the Premier, working to establish a branch of the SICCI in the Western Province. Choisuel Province has also requested that SICCI come and meet with them. I am convinced that our long term goals and visions must include the rural Private Sector. The sooner we consciously do so the stronger our economy will be.
 
Secondly allow me to attempt to paint a picture of our current economic situation: 2007 has been a dynamic and challenging year. Consider: The flow-on effects from the 2000 to 2003 economic disruption are still with us. The civil disobedience experienced in 2006 is still a legacy we bear. The disaster experienced in Western and Choisuel Provinces in April this year simply adds to our list of woes.  
 
I must be blunt here… Over the past seven years the Private Sector has been shaken, rattled and rolled from every conceivable direction. We have all mutually experienced much that directly or indirectly inhibits or even prohibits economic growth.

Combine this with the rising prices for basic commodities, the weak SBD we trade in versus the strengthening of currencies such as the AUD and we see quite a shadowy economic picture emerging.

Additionally; recent Government initiatives to raise the minimum wage and to modify taxation legislation, specifically targeting benefits paid to employees, distorts this picture we are trying to focus in on.
 
I am fond of stating, perhaps bragging that the Solomons is my home. I am proud and honored to be able to claim such and habitually choose to be optimistic in relation to business, our economy and the challenges we face. Where will pessimism take us anyway? No, optimistically, through the fog, the smoke, the confusion and the haze the picture of the Private Sector in the present day economy is very, very impressive.
 
We can see dedicated and loyal citizens, in both the rural and urban sectors, making due in good times and in bad. We see confidence in the face of uncertainty, resilience in the face of adversity and beautiful Solomon smiles all the time.
 
The SICCI represents many private businesses. Admittedly a fraction of the Private Sector, the SICCI membership includes locally owed, and  foreign held enterprises, all of which have survived and supported the national community through thick and thin.
 
Yet I am compelled to point out that the Private Sector does not have an infinite capacity to suffer set backs and still contribute. We have seen businesses leave. We have seen businesses fail. I shall not dissect the reasoning behind such leavings or failures but…
 
If I could wish for if not request one thing from our National Government:
 
It would be stability.
 
I say to our Elected Leaders, Please… Give the Private Sector, both the urban commercial and the rural private sectors, stability. Please: Give us good leadership. Please. Give us security. Please. Give us Fiscal responsibility. Please, Please. Give us wise laws, fair taxes and mutual prosperity.

As our National Anthem states
 
Joy, Peace, Progress and Prosperity
 
And of course…
 
God bless our Solomon Islands from shore to shore

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 5, 2009

press release April 2007

Preparedness in a Modern Society

Protocol: Ministers, PS, Directors, Ladies and Gentlemen…

I thank you for the opportunity to speak to this important gathering. As Vice-Chairman of the SICCI I am honoured and very happy to stand before you today. The involvement of the Private Sector in this “Lessons Learned” workshop is, I firmly feel, both timely and important.

I have decided to restrict my thoughts and comments here to the general heading of “Preparedness in a Modern Society”. To begin my discussion I wish to establish a few general guidelines from which I will direct my discussion. These guidelines are:

1) We, the Solomon Islands, are a modern society

2) Having recently experienced a natural disaster involving both a major earth quake (reported as the 4th largest the world has seen in recent history) and a resulting Tsunami, we have first hand experience what it means to be less than prepared

3) As an island Nation with major population groups widely dispersed and a “Tyranny of Distances” controlling many decisions it is difficult to effect timely and adequate response, equitably, to all areas within our country

Covering point #1:  A modern society may be classified as one that interacts with and involves its members (it’s citizens) in discussion, dialogue, forward planning and decision-making. A modern society looks at and addresses problems from a societal point of view. We do not simply care for those living in the cities or those who are closest or those whom we personally know. A modern society shares decision-making processes with its members. Everyone has a say, everyone has a responsibly and everyone is important in times of need.

The citizens of Solomon Islands have the privilege to elect their representatives to both the National And Provincial levels of Government. These elected “members” represent the needs and wants of their constituency at their respective levels of government.

Such needs and wants may include issues such an education, health care infrastructure development and, in times of dire need, disaster relief. The point here is that planning and forward progress is a societal issue. The people, through their elected representatives, directly influence the course of events in relation to modern societal planning.

Such social involvement or influence contains both a “Top-Down” and a “Bottom-Up” attitude. Top-Down being represented by the projects and activities that are initiated by the central levels of government and the Bottom-Up being represented by the initiatives and activities initiated by the communal levels of societal interaction.

The Solomons has a strong history of Bottom-Up organization and problem solving. I think it is fair to say that traditionally the Solomons addressed its communal wants and needs from a Bottom-Up approach. In times past when disasters affected our various society a  ”self-help” or Bottom-up attitude made recovery appear much easier or simpler than we are experiencing today.

It is though important to note that our society is changing constantly. Larger population concentrations, urbanization, dependency on imported goods; etc takes us away from the “time blo before” and brings us to a new experience with new challenges as well as new opportunities. Perhaps the Self-Help or Bottom-up approach does not always work. Perhaps, as we have just experienced, the Top-Down approach is required to successfully meet society’s requirements in times of trouble. Perhaps here are times when a combination of both approaches are required?

Moving onto point #2: The disaster, which hit the people of the Western and Choiseul Provinces on April 2nd, affected a new, and changed society. Never in our Nation’s history have we seen such large concentrations of population hit by a single catastrophe. This was not an isolated occurrence where a single island or island group was affected. This was a disaster that affected no less that 30,000 people situated on no less than seven major island groups separated by hundreds of miles of water.

We are talking about a modern urban centre, Gizo being effectively “turned off”. We saw thriving communities on Simbo, Rannonga, Gizo Island and Choiseul literally wiped off the face of our earth. We saw both urban and rural dwellers forced to communally address problems which, in the long term, they had no hope of satisfying.

We have no modern experience to prepare us for destruction on such a large scale. The distances and the sheer numbers were and still are overwhelming.

Even the cyclone of 1986 brought us less trauma. It did affect vast areas of Guadalcanal, Malaita Makira and the Eastern Islands. There was huge damage and many homeless as a result of the Cyclone. Yet the scale of destruction experienced in April overshadows our 1986 experience.

In a Positive Vein: This new experience offers us a foundation from which to learn and plan for the future. It is, in it’s own way, a good lesson from which to learn. We do mourn the loss of life. We do acknowledge the damage to personal and communal property and infrastructure. As we do acknowledge the need, the necessity for us to learn from this experience and to ensure better planning and response in preparation for, the good lord forbid, our next natural disaster.

I stress this point; we can be allowed a small degree of forgivness for any inadequacies and failings experienced this time. This has been an important yet sad learning experience.  But it would be shameful to allow too much leeway in the future. Let us not repeat the same mistakes twice.

Moving on to Pont #3: The “Tyranny of Distances” we live with in our Island Nation makes it essential that we do not, ever again, “take too long” to respond to our community members in their time of need. We must be poised and prepared to respond quickly and efficiently to all future disasters. A combination of Bottom-Up and Top-Down management may be of use to us here. Decentralizing the disaster response controls may pay off in the future (especially if Honiara is hit and the Disaster Response center is non-functioning). Provincial warehousing may be an answer. I see a need for “Community Disaster Management Committees” to be established in all communities throughout the Nation. We can never prepare to soon nor plan too much.

I stress here the need for communications in a time of Disaster. With the distances involved here we must have timely and effective communications in order to quickly inform and be informed and to effect preliminary assessments in an efficient and timely manner. I feel quite positive about the way communications were handled during the April disaster. Solomon Telekom did a great job keeping their stricken exchange in Gizo functioning. Many SW radios in effected areas continued to pass and receive news throughout the times of trouble. I will though mention that I feel SIBC should address the issue of their Gizo station going down. The transmission from Gizo being interrupted left a huge gab in information dissemination.

I also stress a need for forward planning and perhaps some regulation of the use of commercial/ private equipment and vessels in times of disaster. I feel it is important that the central authorities ensure that those who offer assistance are guaranteed compensation for their expense and assistance. Yet to go overboard and to pay foolishly exorbitant amounts, simply due to it being an emergency, makes us all look bad.

Profiteering cannot be allowed in times of trouble. As a businessman poised to help in any and all times of need I call on the respective authorities to implement rules that ensure required services and equipment can be quickly sourced, that such is not done to the detriment of those suffering and needing help, nor to the detriment to those offering to help.

Also: I feel it is important that all monies expended be properly accounted for. The SICCI represents the “Private Sector”. We all thank the private sector for their generous assistance in all times of trouble. Yet, as businessmen and women, we cannot tolerate waste or abuse.  As a businessman I do not wish to give donations, destined for Choiseul or Vela la Vela, only find my assistance did nothing more than inflate the cost of vessel or vehicle hire. If I donate money I need to see that it is used both wisely and effectively.

It is immoral, unethical and should be illegal, for donations destined for helping others in a time of need, to be diverted, converted or otherwise mismanaged.

Lastly: I thank everyone for his or her patient listening to my discussion. I hope it is of some benefit. Some assistance to this gathering. I also offer this gathering the full cooperation and support of the Chamber of Commerce. The Private Sector has many resources… not just cash donations… but expertise, experience, enthusiasm and ideas. We would welcome more direct dialogue with the NDC and other Authorities in relation to Disaster Relief, general preparedness, Risk Assessment and Mitigation.

The SICCI remains, ladies and gentlemen, at your service…

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 5, 2009

from my window

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Tuesday 5 May, 2009, 815am

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 5, 2009

press release January 2009

Dear Sir or Madam,

I would like to offer the following as a letter to the Editor.

Subsequent to the reporting carried out in the past week we feel that issuing the message from our press release, in it’s main-body entirety, is best at this time.

Many thanks

The Solomon Islands Chamber of Commerce and Industry offers a New Year’s challenge to all as individuals, as groups and as a Nation…

  1. The proverbial harvest is not for the elder generation to treat as their own, to sell, give away or otherwise consume. The elder generation has an obligation to our future generations. The elder generation must nurture and guard that which we know is valuable. The elder generation cannot use everything we see for our own purposes. The elder generation cannot pretend we are the owners of the future. The elder generation is getting old. The elder generation know we must hand over the future to the next generation, sometime… perhaps soon? The challenge here is to be wise custodians and acknowledge that there will be others coming behind us. Our actions are often dictated by shortsighted viewpoints. I challenge all our leaders, all our members of the “leading generation” to rethink your processes and make new plans based on the concept of guardianship rather than ownership.
  2. An elected or appointed leader, in private or public settings, has responsibilities that they must be faithful to. We have rules, regulations and laws that must be followed… or such is the rumour… Some would believe that once you’re a leader the rules do not apply. We see this in the community, in our churches, in business and, very clearly we see it in government and in politics. We challenge both private and public sectors to pull their socks up and be honest and fair to your individual and communal responsibilities. Do your work in a professional manner. We are all paid to do a job. To demand or expect “extra”, or to take liberties while doing the job is very wrong. We challenge everyone to be honest and faithful in the work place and to cease unprofessional and at times childish behavior.
  3. Parents, Grannies, Aunts and Uncles, Brothers and Sisters… please, act as friendly policemen in your families, your tribes and social networks… We stress “friendly”. We feel that positive reinforcement will work better than violent discipline. Young Citizens… use your peer pressure to ensure you and your friends make the right decisions. It does not make sense to go around damaging property. All in all we share the same environment. We all travel in the same small canoe. Everyone has a role to play. Everyone is important. And it will be cooperation that leads to success. Our families, tribes, communities and Nation all depend on honest cooperation and fair interaction. It is a modern world we live in. And as such we all need to play our role, do our jobs, participate and cooperate. We challenge everyone to be a friendly policeman in your environment. Consider what is best for the community and act accordingly. The big headed, selfish and malicious attitudes that currently exist must stop. Now.
  4. We talk of growth. Yet our community grows annually. And we don’t keep-up. Our statutory authorities and State Owned Enterprises know they need to expand to stay alive. But they don’t or they can’t expand at a pace that satisfies demand. SIEA is under capacity as we speak. SIWA struggles to service the community’s needs. We live with extended power and water outages. For the Private Sector this means that the cost-of-doing-business in Solomon Islands is too high. Most services we all pay for are too expensive and far too undependable. The SIG pays more and receives less too. We watch as the SIG regularly pays inflated prices. The Public Sector, like the Private Sector, is paying too much too often and this simply cannot continue. We challenge all business houses, statutory bodies, state owned enterprises, Central and Provincial government offices, the Honiara City Council…We challenge all to be fair and be honest in all dealings. To do more as individuals so we can gain growth and capacity, collectively.
  5. Corrupt practices must end. Corruption is killing this Nation. We admit that the Private Sector cannot point the finger of accusation at the Government alone. We cannot profane and proclaim government’s guilt. Not when it is we, the Private Sector, that perpetuates and promotes a corrupt system. We must remember that a corrupt action requires two willing parties. We need to agree to make the systems we have work. No matter how awkward they may be. We can change things by playing our individual roles in a faithful manner. Once we are collecting/ paying our taxes, faithfully, and once we are controlling the Public Treasury, in a responsible manner, we will begin to see honest growth. We challenge all involved to cease the dishonest, self-serving and corrupt practices that we all see; all know about, but do nothing to stop.
  6. Should be/ must be spent on education, medical services and infrastructure development. Can we agree that unaccounted for, free money does little more than open the door to graft, corruption and misuse? The topic we discuss here is the proper fiscal management of Public Funds. We challenge the SIG to be wise with and be accountable for all PUBLIC FUNDS.
  7. A society that does not manage its waste, does not remove its rubbish, does not clean its communities… well, such a society is not modern at all. We need a forethoughtful and functioning rubbish collection and disposal system, if indeed we are going to attract investment, bring in tourists or sell our beloved country as a destination worth traveling to. Combined with dependable power and water, waste collection and management, is required for us to be a modern society. We need to raise our image. We need to get away from the “locolo” kind attitudes. How do the international or domestic airports appear to a visitor? What do the “main streets” in the Urban Solomons look like to outsiders? Right now we live with our rubbish piled out side our stores, offices and homes. Rats, flies, mosquitoes, and other nasty creatures breed in these perpetual rubbish heaps. We have no organized place to dispose of our waste. Honiara and other Urban Centers are becoming more and more of a communal dump than a modern centre. We challenge everyone to be aware of your responsibilities. To maintain a clean and healthy environment and to demand the same from our communal authorities. This is a joint venture where success is gained through everyone working together to change a situation we all know is unacceptable.
  8. I place a challenge before the Media of Solomon Islands. We thank the SI Media for their continued persistence in publishing the news. We know it is not always easy. It is a bright point in Solomon’s history that we have such a strong and active free-press. We do though note that the media has a propensity to forget that they are journalists and not novelists. News is based on the facts of who, what, where and when. We challenge the Media of the Solomons to stick to the facts. To, please, refrain from creative writing and to ensure that what you report is indeed news and not gossip, disguised advertising or propaganda.
  9. Lastly: We ask all, We challenge all to be mature. Our Nation is 30 years old. We are a mature nation and, as a mature and democratic population we, the citizenry of the Solomons, have the power to determine what the future will be. We can choose to start, now, after 30 years of trial and error, to make the right decisions. To elect the right leaders. To demand mature behavior and decisions from those we put in power. It is our citizenry, the citizenry that lives on hundreds of islands and speaks over 80 languages; that has the right and responsibility to raise their concerns and demands with one-voice and one-mature-intent. It is time to become a Nation in a true sense. We can and must proudly retain our tribal ties. We can and must proudly teach our children our “home-language”. But we must agree to be Solomon Islanders. We must recognize that our individual strengths, when combined, will create a solid foundation for the future.

The SICCI wishes all a very prosperous and cooperative 2009.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 3, 2009

from my window

Monday 4 May 9am

Monday 4 May, 2009, 9:am

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 3, 2009

where we belong

Received a communication from a friend. Bringing up age-old discourses. Philosophy. Of life. Of belonging.  Of that place where each of us belongs. Of finding the place where we belong. Of finding THE place where we each, in our warmest dreams and softest fantasies, belong. Surely and decidedly. Belong. Are home. At ease. Safe.

As children. We sought such places. Naturally. Were drawn to places of energy. Familiar. To us. An unquestionable, childish, familiarity. Kin. Of a sort. Comfortable and remembered. Past energetic sharings. Past energetic familiarity. With out hesitation. Without reserve. We accepted. Knew. In a foolish yet wise way. The PLACE called us. Found us. Was us.

Sitting in the head high ferns. They grew in front of the old farmhouse. They smelt of loam and life. I could hide in their secure arms. Learn from their age-old wisdom. Watch the tenants there-in. Ladybugs. Earth worms. Beetles and butterflies. Big green caterpillars. The catharsis of life. Unfolded. Before me.

A dusty old attic. Above the garage. A rusted paraffin lamp. Hanging from a rusted nail. A rough wood crate. Obscured lettering. Branded into its side. Once contained nails for horse’s shoes. A small window to the east. I could see the river. Watch the neighbors. Alone in the dusty shadows. Watching life move past.

Mother would ask. –Where you been?- I could not explain. I could not articulate. I had no language. That place. Within? Without? One could shed their skin. Return to the place known yet indescribable. Perhaps she understood? Societal conditioning made me feel guilty. Had I done wrong? To hide. Alone. To seek. Solitude. The quiet.

Life rushes on. Years flash past. The place, forgotten. Found. Rarely… a summers fishing trip. Suit and tie left behind. Ragged cut offs. Graphite rod. Cast into breakers. The day too short. Sun too hot. Fried red. A bitch sleeping. Didn’t feel it at the time. Was far too happy just being. Enjoying. The place.

The place. Elusive. Found in wood. Working with wood. Measuring and cutting. The hours wiz by. Intricate joining. Dovetails. Mortises. Delicate scrollwork. Smelling the dust. Fresh cut. Feeling the grain. Rough and smooth. Holding the tool. Aggressive yet friendly. The place. Not a Place. But a doing. An activity. A process. Within? Without?

I walk in the woods. Of my youth. Cluttered floor of memories and debris. Broken branches. Scattered leaves. Stately oaks. Feminine maples. Ephemeral poplars. Serpentine birch. A place of quiet life. Predators abound. The circle of life. Tooth and claw. Wing and talon. A place to watch. Of wary movement. Of life and death. Living.

A distant call. Faintly heard. The place. The PLACE. Not easily found. In high rise apartments. Fast moving transport. Computerized voices. Guiding us through the unknown. Labyrinth of modern life. Tune out the shadow of the voice.  The specter of memory. Walkman earphones. Dialogue of yesterday’s dramas. Fill our senses. Deaden the pain. The loss.

A sun drenched beach. Brilliant. Blinding. Equatorial sun. Bakes the day. Hiding in the dense shade of a tropical hardwood. Watching the current eddy beyond the reef. A feast to the senses. Liberation to the soul. A hawksbill turtle. Surfaces beyond the breakers. Raises his horny head. Looks you in the eye. Acknowledges life.

The voice. Of the past. The place. A genetic memory.  A family heirloom. Known yet forgotten. The memory. Of the place. Accessible yet rarely frequented. Compensate by making inanimate objects important. The mundane replaces the mystical. Melrose place. Not The Place. Surfing the Internet. In search. Of what? Within? Without? Our modern society. Without! Without.

Vicarious living. Voyeurism versus participation. Blade of grass. First cry of a newborn. The smile of an innocent. The caress of a loved one. The Place. Accessible and oft visited. You’ve known it. May not recognize it. Straightaway.  The kitten in the sleeping child’s grasp. Makes not a move. To disturb. The Place.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 3, 2009

Cmas 2008

Amazing what can transpire as you are just… hanging out, driving along, having fun…

Sorta like you run wild and free then wake up one morning to find you’re a  52 year old overweight kid with a twinge of arthritis and a couple blown lumbar disks.

Amazing, literally amazing…

Had a big Cmas eve last night and a huge Cmas morn with an army of people I now claim as my family. This includes but is not limited to…

Son, Jeff & wife Viola with their sons Abraham and Andrew
Daughter, Annie & Husband Tony with their son Angelo and daughters Angelina and Anna
Son, Don with son Mendozza
Son, Osborne & wife Bridgett with their sons Jimmy and Mac
Daughter Connie
Son Paul
Auntie Salumata
Nephew Bowman
Granddaughter Natasha (Barbara’s daughter)
Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Chewie, Bean and Jelly
Son Terry and his new bride Valarie arrive in from Gizo at noon today

Had the “Chrissie Barbie” last eve. Got the kids chased away at midnight then Connie, Don, Paul, Grace and I played the Santa gig and wrapped presents until  4 am.

Abraham, Angelo and Dozer slept here so they were up early into their stockings and hanging impatiently until after 9 when Annie and Jeff’s families showed up for the destruction of the presents that were under the tree.

So, yea, as you drive along, thinking life is going swimmingly; you wake up one morning to find you claim no less than 7 children and now 9 grandchildren. How’d that happen?

It is all my own fault. Don’t laugh. I’ll admit it…

I demanded this year that I got all the clan here together for a kids’ Cmas. I was not 100% conscience of what I was getting into but I thought it’d be a hoot to have the little ones (and the big ones) do the sugar rushed Santa jig. So I got what I asked for. Dozer and Angelo helping Connie hand out a mountain of over wrapped gifts. The 2 babies (Anna and Mac) were struggling just watching all the colourful paper. Big guys Abraham and Natasha acting cool as they got underwear and books whilst the middle sized guys like Andrew, Dozer and Angelo got battery powered trucks and tanks that make a lot, too much, noise. The mobile destruction units like Jimmy and Angelina tearing through refuse as fast as they could manoeuvre.

The moms struggling between their own presents and controlling the little ones.

The dads as usual were doing little at all.

I’ll say that my ridgebacks are the best behaved in my family. 

So we’re done with the presents. I’ve laid my old wresting mats outside so they can have a place to play, hangout, sleep and make messes. And let me sit here in some semblance of quietude. Paul is heading the cooking staff for the bbq’d feast we have on the cards…We’ll have our Honiara house staff (9 security guards and 2 house keepers)… And their families) show up around noon for an afternoon in the pool, too much candy and sugar rush with grog for the guys, fine champagne for the ladies and even more sugary soft drinks for the kids.

It’ll be fun.

So 08 is over. It’s been an interesting year.

Fuel is in the $30.00 a barrel range…. After starting the year at $80.00, reaching 150.00 and then dropping to 1991 levels in less than 4 months.

The USA has a “coloured” President… Can’t call him black… My  family is from the far western province and we do know what black is.

War, conflict, strife, violence and anarchy abound, but then, is this anything new?

The Solomons have stumbled along. I do believe God loves Melanesia so we do survive but in despite of the leaders of the nation rather than in accordance with their sage and judicious use of power and position.

I received my Solomon citizenship in February of this year. After a complete 27 years as a resident they caved in and allowed me to become a member of the elite club. I know, stupid of them, eh?

Of course being a citizen ( in my capacity of boss of the big oil company, Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce and self appointed rabble rouser, vocal minority leader and general opposition party to the government of the day) is, shall we say, useful. For grins and giggles I enclose my end year letter to the editor. (Apologies to those who have already received this document)

Life is good for me and mine. The little one get big. The big ones get ugly. My dogs are beautiful.

It’s a few minutes before noon and the pool is in full swing. The policing requirements to avoid serious injury are strict here so I may start moving out and monitor the situation there.

I pass my very best energy and kind thoughts to all. I especially wish to note the kind friendship, support and company of…

Sullen Eschenbach who has allowed me the use of her husband, Willis, in making this oil company gig work so well. You are a star MisSellen.

Dok Rob Guild for being a constant and wise friend that I get to see (briefly) every couple months or so.

Dok Chris Filardi for his ever energetic company, intelligent discourse and frenetic sharing of lives.

Uncle JHH Beverley for his constant if sometimes pointed guidance and advice.

Mama Connie Kirton for being base camp Brisbane for the Hemmer clan.

Now I have lost some of my email addresses in a recent computer clean up and may not get this to all involved so…

Willis please forward to  MisSellen.

If anyone knows where Uncle Teddy Selman is let me know.

Mama Connie, Please forward on to the bad boy in Hong Kong.

Tracey, Tonia or Jane… Circulate through the clan there… I do have many addresses for the folks in Iowa.

And feel free to share liberally the news from the Hemmer Clan of the Solomons.

Tropical warmth, sunshine and smiles to all….

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