Category: Letter

  • From Norway >> UFOs in the Fjords

    After threading his car through a few harrowing switchbacks on a Norwegian mountainside, Erling Strand stopped the car and pointed. “It started down in the valley and someone saw it moving up the hill there. The lights are yellow, many white, some are blue, very few green, also different types of colors. It’s been so bright that part of the valley is illuminated at night.”

    Erling was describing an unexplained light spectacle in this land of the northern lights. “It’s not the aurora borealis,” he cautioned preemptively. “The lights are down in the valley and there are no houses there. Even the Norwegian air force has seen something and can’t explain it. When a plane comes, the lights go away, but often come back afterwards.

    “I try to avoid the term ‘UFO,’ because most people immediately think of it as nonsense and then no scientists want a part of this,” said Erling, who during the day is a lecturer in computer science at Østfold College. “We try to use the term ‘Hessdalen Phenomenon,’ after the name of the valley.” Just so, Erling has helped the café in town fabricate a “UFO Senter.” It exhibits numerous photos of the mysterious lights, video footage of UFOs, and paintings of bug-eyed aliens.

    As Erling drove on up the mountain to an observation point, his cell phone rang. One hand worried the steering wheel of his Suzuki jeep while the other held a Nokia to his ear. His face turned grave from the news. He closed the phone like a clamshell and said, “That was the police. There’s a missing person in the area. So I have to stop and talk with them, because we have many observers scattered around this area.”

    After checking in at a ranger station on the top of the mountain, Erling returned to the car. Oddly, he saw no relationship between the potentially abducted person and the mysterious lights. “The missing man is mentally unstable, so they’ll use a plane first to see if they can see him in the valley.” This reminded him: “Many of the police have seen the lights too.”

    Erling summarized the situation. “I’ve been working on Project Hessdalen for more than twenty years, and the phenomenon has slowly diminished. There’s no good theory to explain it; no solution can really cover all of the things that happen here. Some think it’s because this is one of the areas of Norway with lots of sulphur and copper. But Røros has copper too, and there are no lights up there.” After two decades of careful research, Erling obviously has his theories, but he remains inscrutable. He seems to want me to make my own conclusions.

    “People weren’t aware of the lights before. But if you know they exist, you start seeing them too and realize that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. Sometimes we’re not sure if we actually see the flashes, though. That is when we check our machines.” Just then, Erling turned off the road, put the Suzuki into four-wheel drive, and revved up a field to a little automatic monitoring station.

    He opened a closet-sized metal building whose roof blossomed with antennas, satellite dishes, and cameras. Inside, gadgets and monitors filled the walls. “We control all this through the Internet,” Erling said proudly. “Whenever anything happens, the cameras will photograph it.” Erling showed me a stack of photos of the phenomenon taken by a spectral camera. (They looked like headlights at dusk.) He boasted in rather an American way that his video has even appeared on the
    Discovery Channel.

    Next stop was a hytta, a small mountain cabin filled with students ranging from twenty to forty years old. They were in Hessdalen to study the lights. A flying-saucer jungle gym stood outside, and “Alien var her” (Aliens were here) was spray-painted on the wall. Inside, a map of Stjernehimmeln (the starry sky) was tacked above a coffee table loaded with Geiger counters and various electro-magnetic sensors.

    Some students were still sacked out in sleeping bags on the floor after spending the night on a “UFO Safari” in the hills. They used their rucksacks for pillows, while others boiled “Yum-Yum” brand ramen noodles. “There was this rising light and many people got very excited,” one of the students said. “We all started taking photos, but it was just the moon rising with the clouds in front of it.”

    “Later on, though,” added another student, “we saw small blinks and a light pole slowly rise up the hill. That was real.”

    “The biggest observation was when we stood up quickly and got lots of little stars going on—about fifty or sixty of them,” said an impish man with a perfect Southern twang, acquired from a wayward year in Alabama. The others laughed but weren’t fazed by his skepticism. “It’s very exciting to sit there and to take measurements. We took photos of sparkling lights down in the valley…”

    “…and then we stopped drinking the moonshine,” the southern Norwegian added.

    In the car ride back over the mountain, Erling said, “It’s too early to say what causes this light phenomenon. I could make all sorts of silly theories, but we’ll wait till we get better info. Some people in Hessdalen claim they haven’t seen the lights”—here, he scoffed in rather an American way—“they just don’t want to be connected with it.”

    I asked Erling if he’d ever seen any unexplained phenomena during the day. “Yes.” Just lights? He hesitated and chose his words carefully. “No, I’ve seen metallic-like objects and something that was cigar-shaped.” Then, taking the measure of his interviewer, he quickly added, “I choose to focus on the lights, though, because it has been a proven phenomenon.
    —Eric Dregni

    Eric Dregni

  • Lily-Livered Amoralists!

    I was appalled to see your article on foie gras [Down the Hatch, November]. Animal activists have been working tirelessly to stop the production of foie gras because of its inhumane treatment of geese and ducks. Many states and countries have passed laws against it, and if you knew how they make foie gras, you’d know why. Ducks and geese are literally force fed to artificially enlarge their livers. A tube is forced down their throats and a mechanical pump pushes so much food into their stomachs that they frequently rupture internal organs. Broken necks are also common. To have your writer so offhandedly dismiss these concerns is very disturbing. All for a spot of pâté at some hoity-toity dinner party. You all should be ashamed.
    Dave Allen
    New York, NY

  • Send More Leaf-Blower Puns

    Excellent article on leaf blowers [“Rake Against the Machine,” November], just one of so many completely unnecessary, stupid new power tools and technologies that we can live without. Most of the dunderheads that operate them have no idea that the leaves under the shrubbery (mulch) are necessary and protective and should be left there to eventually nourish and protect the plant. You pointed out all the microns of mold and filth that pour into our air. And how much greenhouse gas is added to the planet’s already heavily polluted atmosphere? If only we could get this message to our mayor, governor, or legislators, maybe we could pass laws similar to those passed in L.A. Unfortunately health and longer life is not one of our priorities.
    Don Johnson
    Minneapolis

  • Penny Royalty

    Your article about music licensing [“All Shook Down,” November] was timely and important, but I’d like to make some additional points. All business owners should be aware that playing copyrighted music without permission or a license is a violation of federal copyright law. If such a violation went to court, the violator would have a hard time not getting convicted. The area of negotiation and problems is with the way these organizations disburse the money they collect. They pay it out primarily by sampling what is played on the radio, which is controlled by a few corporations. The people who play at a coffeehouse do not sing songs that get played on these stations. So the license money paid by the coffehouse does not go to the songwriters whose songs are used. In Europe, song lists are turned in to an agency and the money goes to those whose songs are used. This could be done in the U.S., but I think American performing rights organizations are too lazy. With email and Internet, this could be easily done. Another issue is the fees they charge. They are capricious and unreasonable. I think there can be some challenges to these folks, but it has to be done correctly or they will simply take the club to court for copyright violation and burn them as an example. One other copyright issue that may be useful is that copyright is dealt with in the original Constitution. It clearly states that creations (now called “intellectual property”) may be protected by the creator for a limited amount of time. The copyright law of 1906 protected songs for seventeen years, with a renewal possible for an additional seventeen years. This was something clearly intended in our Constitution. The rewrite of 1975 extended that to the life of the composer plus seventy-five years. This was obviously intended to cover any family and estate. This was still reasonable, in my opinion, but it was pushing the envelope. Recently, however, the major corporations that own intellectual property have gotten this extended again to cover their older property. Now it covers the life of the artist life plus ninety-five years. This is the Sonny Bono Extension of the copyright act, and I think a serious argument can be made that this is unconstitutional.
    I think that clubs should do what the networks did. They said, “We’ll pay you specifically for each piece we use rather than buy a blanket license.” Then the money would also be credited directly to the real composer. Also, the agents who go after clubs often lie. They will tell them they need a license to do any music live. That is false. Public domain songs can be used, original songs by the performer can be used, and songs for which the performer has permission from the writer can be used. The rest you can cover on a per-song basis, if there are any. If nothing else, this tactic may force them to offer a more reasonable blanket license.
    If BMI and ASCAP were forced to actually collect royalties for the songs used, rather than using the radio survey, they might tell small clubs to forget it, or they might charge a nominal fee. A very strong case could be made that they can collect a list of these songs and that they should, since small venue music is seldom played on the stations where they do the sampling.
    John R. Kolstad
    president, Mill City Music
    Minneapolis

  • Credit Where It’s Due

    It was great to see Brenda Weiler’s 400 Bar show recommended [Broken Clock, November], but her most recent album wasn’t recorded or produced in her new hometown of Portland, as the blurb states. It was recorded in Minneapolis at City Cabin by local talent Darren Jackson (Kid Dakota, Alva Star), John Hermanson (Alva Star, Storyhill), and Alex Oana (producer for Spymob, Semisonic). It’s on the album notes, I swear! Hey, it’s hard enough to get good press for local musicians—let’s not export the accolades when we don’t have to!
    E. Anderson
    Minneapolis

  • Ok, We’ve Moved On

    I really enjoy your magazine—except for the fact that you apparently worship the insufferably smug Al Franken as some kind of god [“Al Franken Is a Big Fat Genius,” October]. He impresses me not at all, and never has. I never thought Franken and Davis were even remotely amusing when they were on Saturday Night Live. This man has no talent whatsoever, except for being an irritant. I agree with Peter Kind of St. Paul [Letters, October], who wrote you about the childish Limbaugh-Franken feud. After Franken’s book Rush Limbaugh Is a Big Fat Idiot and Other Observations came out, some friends of Limbaugh’s wrote their rebuttal, Al Franken Is a Buck-Toothed Moron and Other Observations. While I agree with both assessments, I find this infantilism nauseous. As Kind says, neither sways my opinion. There are those of us who don’t need anyone to tell us what to think or how to live.
    Jerry Westermann
    Fridley

  • The Wind and the Wire

    Bravo to The Rake on its series of stories on shipwrecks [“Too Deep, Too Dark, Too Cold,” November] These were very well-researched and well-put-together articles and I very much enjoyed reading them. As a result of your articles, my husband and I will be attending the Gales of November conference in Duluth next weekend and we are considering making the trip to Michigan for the Ghost Ships conference next spring as well. We have a sailboat on Lake Superior, which provides us an intimate link to her, and we always enjoy reading these stories.
    Karen Brown
    Andover

  • Go Stuart!

    Stuart Greene [Sex & The Married Man, “Dancing With Myself”] has guts. Yes, we all do it. No, we never admit it. And I think his statement that sometimes sex for men is just a physical thing is true. That doesn’t mean we can’t have deep loving relationships, and we prove it all the time. As he said in a previous column, any men who claim they never “go solo” are either liars or politicians or both. Hell, let’s all pretend we never watch TV while we’re at it; it’ll make us seem smarter and more responsible than we really are. Just don’t get moralistic on me, or I’m liable to go all Kiefer Sutherland on your ass.
    Nick Harding, Roanoke, VA

  • No Stuart!

    I just read your article on strip clubs [Sex & The Married Man, “Should Married Men Go to Strip Clubs?” August]. Strangely enough, someone posted it on our bathroom stall in my college dorm. So your friends regularly attend strip clubs. Good, wholesome fun, right? They’re not hurting anyone. I could not disagree more. One question I raise to men and women who go to strip clubs is, Did they ever think about the actual person inside of that body? I doubt it. I don’t know all the reasons why people choose to strip, but I know some. Although strippers probably say it’s good money (or “I’m so hot why wouldn’t I show off my body”), I think they are all neglecting to dig deeper for the real problem. All female strippers have low self-esteem and this is how they make themselves feel better. A backwards way of doing it, if you ask me. Because by showing off their body to these men who call out to them, fantasize about them, call them “baby,” they are objectifying themselves completely. They are losing their identity and being valued solely for their fake breasts and painted faces. And your friends, you say they are capable of healthy relationships. I disagree. If they objectify these women so often and so callously, how could they truly value their wives? And what about how their wives feel? Do you think they enjoy being compared to an unreal standard of beauty? By going to strip clubs, they are disrespecting their partners.
    Jenna Sophia Hanson
    Minneapolis

  • Letter of the Month

    I have been won over by Al Franken a little bit lately because of an interview he did on Michael Medved’s conservative talk-radio show and the Rake interview [“Al Franken Is a Big Fat Genius,” October]. Nevertheless, I think the Democratic Party is a lot like the Rake’s article: confusing and broken up! It’s heartening to see that Al has taken a more moderate tone by saying that there are good people on the other side. I believe this is a new approach for Democrats, to try to be more inclusive. Within that context I’m glad there’s a Rush Limbaugh in the world to put an integrity check on Democrats. It’s ironic that Al pointed to “conservative” media in a medium that makes no bones about being liberal. I think this is because liberals honestly believe that they are objective and don’t recognize their own bias. Also, it was humorous to see Al try to spin the Wellstone memorial in the same way that Limbaugh did by taking the best-case scenario for their particular agenda. I don’t think I was alone when I was heartbroken after Wellstone’s death and was listening to MPR and got sick to my stomach by all the propaganda being propagated at that ceremony. I had to shut the damn radio off. No one can try to tell me that that was only because of the “vast right-wing conspiracy” that I felt that way!
    P.S. Al, I would love to listen to you on the radio when you get there!
    Bradley Nesseth
    Minneapolis