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Should a 22.3-foot tide fall at the same time as a southwesterly, people are like, OMG, look at that, waves be crashing on the Spit. They seem surprised that rocks as big as basketballs get thrown up on the road, turning the asphalt into Tranquility Base after Neil and Buzz blasted off to Apollo 11.

Oh, and then when a cold front out of the west slams into a warm front from the east, the dudes go, Whoa! Snow! Yeah, that’s right. Snow, in Alaska, in September. What did you think this was, Maui?

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In the past week, the weather has ranged from toasty warm to rain with a chance of seagulls to just a light touch of mid-elevation termination dust. On Tuesday morning ice covered the Betster’s windshield thick enough to require three minutes of scraping. That includes digging out the ice scraper. Some people never could find scrapers and so used handy implements like spatulas.

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Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, started on Sunday. Yes, it’s now year 5,776, a pretty respectable run for a culture and a religion. It’s also the anniversary of the creation of Adam and Eve, so congratulations ye distant ancestors.

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The sandhill crane colts have begun to gather together for the big migration. On the Spit, except for a few brave businesses hanging in there for one last cruise ship visit, many places have closed. At Mariner Park, Mavis Muller and her magical assistants are getting close to finishing Reach, this year’s Burning Basket.

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Now that Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell has ordered Mt. McKinley be renamed Denali, will other prominent Alaska geographic features be next? The renaming of a mountain with a dead guy’s moniker on it to an indigenous name does raise the question of other appellations.

Ahem, like Homer.

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The other day the Betster ran into a friend who has toiled for decades in the visitor industry. Oddly enough, she was not chained to the counter at her way-cool shop on the Spit, but out and about in the middle of the day. As if reading the Betster’s mind, she smiled, and said, “Late August.”

While school teachers, college professors and those who work in the education enterprise have been moaning about going back to work, summer employees run around town with big grins on their faces.

“Late August,” they say.

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In the past it happened that moose hunting season and school opened in the same week. The School Board didn’t realize that a hunting family kid might want to skip school the first few days and go hunting with Ma and Pa on opening day.

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Recently the Betster has been having issues with computers — OK, to be exact, the grand wonder of interconnected devices that saturate our lives. The B. doesn’t just mean a lone computer. No, we’re talking system-wide problems, input errors that begin in the cloud — that mysterious web-based storage network — and end ... well, that’s the problem. In theory information submitted on online forms should be wending its way to the Betster’s inbox. Where does that go?

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Recently the Betster has been having issues with computers — OK, to be exact, the grand wonder of interconnected devices that saturate our lives. The B. doesn’t just mean a lone computer. No, we’re talking system-wide problems, input errors that begin in the cloud — that mysterious web-based storage network — and end ... well, that’s the problem. In theory information submitted on online forms should be wending its way to the Betster’s inbox. Where does that go?

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On a fine summer evening when the setting sun lights up a cloud-splattered sky in azure blues and brilliant pinks, how can we not think we live in the most amazing world possible? How can we believe all the trivial pains of life matter when the glory of nature sweeps aside monkey-mind worries.

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Less than 24 hours after the Homer City Council held its longest meeting in recent memory — 4 hours and 8 minutes, but who’s counting? — a 6.3 earthquake shook somewhere under Iliamna Volcano. The psychologist Carl Jung called this “synchronicity,” or an acausal connection between events.

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OK, Besteroids, here’s something the Betster bets you didn’t know: This is National Moth Week. In celebration of that event, Shana Loshbaugh, area researcher and journalist and all-around awesome person (who has done more than her fair share this week to make sure you have a Homer News in your hand) shared some pictures she recently took of moths on the southern Kenai Peninsula. (See above and get a macro science lesson.)

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On an early morning walk this week, the Betster, observant as always, noticed a couple of things:

1. In the wee hours of the morning, when some fishermen may be stirring but most of the rest of Homer is still slumbering, it’s light. The sun may not officially have risen, but it’s light outside. That early-morning soft summer light that makes you glad you’re in Alaska.

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Recently while walking the Spit, the Betster noticed an odd phenomenon: Homer cars sure do have a lot of bumper stickers. At least the B. thinks they could be Homer cars. They have Alaska plates, and the “no Pebble” stickers suggest a local origin. 

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You know how in all the hip cities neighborhoods have cool names? There’s Soho in New York for “south of Houston” or SoMa in San Francisco for “South of Market.” Homer has Old Town, the area south of the Sterling Highway, and “The Views,” the area above Pioneer Avenue where all the names end in “-view.” Oh, and the Homer Spit, which everyone knows as “the Spit.”

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Lately it seems like Homer has had some really important people come to visit. Earlier this month King Harald V of Norway dropped in to chat about climate change. The Norwegian ambassador Kåre Aas also came with the king. This week Her Excellency Anne Anderson, Ambassador to the United States from Ireland, graced our town. His Majesty might have been royal and all that, but Her Excellency smiled a lot more. 

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As the latest whining about our heat wave shows, you just can’t please Homerites. Let the temperature fall below 5 degrees (“balmy,” as they say in Fairbanks) and we’ll say, “Oh, I hope next summer is really warm.” Then when we get a fantabulous stretch of weather like we’ve had since last week, we start grumping about how it’s just too dang hot.

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Next Wednesday the Homer Advisory Planning Commission holds a public hearing on how to connect Waddell Way from Lake Street to Heath Street. Should it be at Grubstake Avenue or Bonanza Avenue? Buried in the discussion is another question: What to call the street?

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What with graduation, climate change  and the state budget, there’s been a lot of talk about the future. OK, make it The Future, kind of like Detroit, a place we might want to visit someday, except shinier and with jetpacks. At graduation ceremonies, you heard a lot of talk about where we go next. That would be The Future, kids.

Meanwhile, the Alaska Legislature has been making its own future by dragging out the present as it goes into double-triple overtime trying to pass a budget. 

What with graduation, climate change and the state budget, there’s been a lot of talk about the future. OK, make it The Future, kind of like Detroit, a place we might want to visit someday, except shinier and with jetpacks. At graduation ceremonies, you heard a lot of talk about where we go next. That would be The Future, kids.

Meanwhile, the Alaska Legislature has been making its own future by dragging out the present as it goes into double-triple overtime trying to pass a budget.

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