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Wasilla is the place where I have lived for the past 29 years - sort of. The house in which my wife and I raised our family sits here, but I have made my rather odd career as a different sort of photojournalist by continually wandering off to other places to photograph people and gather information, which I have then put together in various publications that have served the Alaska Native Eskimo, Indian and Aleut communities.

Although I did not have a great of free time to devote to this rather strange community, named after a Tanaina Athabascan Indian chief who knew Wasilla in the way that I so impossibly long to, I have still documented it regularly over the past quarter-century plus. In the early days, my Wasilla photographs focused mostly upon my children and the events they participated in - baseball, football, figure skating, hockey, frog catching, fire cracker detonation, Fourth of July parade - that sort of thing. 

In 2002, I purchased my first digital camera and then, whenever I was home, I began to photograph Wasilla upon a daily basis, but not in a conventional way. These were grab shots - whatever caught my eye as I took my many long walks or drove through the town, shooting through the car window at people and scenes that appeared and disappeared before I could even focus and compose in the traditional photographic way.

Thus, the Wasilla portion of this blog will be devoted both to the images that I take as I wander about and those that I have taken in the past. Despite the odd, random, nature of the images, I believe they communicate something powerful about this town that I have never seen expressed anywhere else. 

Wasilla is a sprawling community that has been slapped down hodge-podge upon what was so recently wilderness of the most exquisite beauty. In its design, it is deliberately anti-zoned, anti-planned. In the building of Wasilla, the desire to make a buck has trumped aesthetics and all other considerations. This town, built in the midst of exquisite beauty, has largely become an unsightly, unattractive, mess of urban sprawl. Largely because of this, it often seems to me that Wasilla is a community with no sense of community, a town devoid of town soul.

Yet - Wasilla is my home and if I am lucky it will be until I grow old and die. Despite its horrific failings, it is still made of the stuff of any small city: people; moms and dads, grammas and grampas, teens, children, churches, bars, professionals, laborers, soldiers, missionaries, artists, athletes, geniuses, do-gooders, hoodlums, the wealthy, the homeless, the rational and logical, the slightly insane and the wholly insane - and, yes, as is now obvious to the whole world, politicians, too.

So perhaps, if one were to search hard enough, it might just be possible to find a sense of community here, and a town soul. So, using my skills as a photojournalist and a writer, I hope to do just that. If this place has a sense of community, I will find it. If there is a town soul to Wasilla, I will document it. I won't compete with the newspapers. Hell no! But as time and income allow, it will be fun to wander into the places where the folks described above gather, and then put what I find on this blog.

 

by 300...

Anywhere within a 300 mile radius of Wasilla. This encompasses perhaps the most wild, dramatic, gorgeous, beautiful section of land and sea to be found in any comparable space anywhere on Earth. I can never explore it all, but I will do the best that I can, and will here share what I find and experience with you.  

and then some...

Anywhere else in the world that I happen to get to, such as Point Lay, Alaska; Missoula, Montana; Serenki, Chukotka, Russia; or Bangalore, India. Perhaps even Lagos, Nigeria. I have both a desire and scheme to get me there. It is a long shot. We shall see if I succeed.

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Sunday
Jan102010

My five minute At&t iPhone transaction that expanded to 24 hours now expands to 10 days

I can hardly bear to proceed with this story. Just looking at this picture exhausts and frustrates me. I took it at about 5:00 PM, right after I returned to the At&t store to pick up my iPhone.

Readers will recall that I went there yesterday to pick up the iPhone that Jacob and Lavina had given me for Christmas - in the form of two gift cards. The salesman had told me that the cards were good for the eight gig iPhone, but if I wanted the 16 or 32, I could pay extra. I asked how much more I would have to pay for the 16. He said $100.

I did not want to pay $100 and so chose the 8 gig. The entire transaction was done in five minutes or less. Then the salesman returned one of the gift cards to me and told me it had $48 left on it. This surprised me, and meant that I would only have to spend $52 out of pocket to buy the 16 gig, so I told him that's what I wanted to do.

"Okay," he said. He then got a 16 gig phone for me but, after close to an hour of trying, had to give up and abandon the transaction. He informed me that he had just learned At&t would not put the money originally taken out for the 8 gig phone back into the cards for 24 hours.

More than 24 hours had now passed. I came in, eager to get my phone. This couple was ahead of me, but soon it was my turn.

The lady behind the counter, took my cards, swiped them through the card machine, had me sign and accept, then had me swipe my credit card which was billed another $53. She entered my phone number into the chip that would go into the iPhone.

We waited for a bit, and then she informed me that the transaction could not be completed. It would take At&t ten days to put the money back in the gift cards. I should come back in ten days, she said.

Now, I really wanted to lose my temper, but it was not her fault. It was At&t's fault.

A simple matter of electronic communication and one of the biggest and most sophisticated electronic communications company in the world could not handle it.

So I fought back my temper, but I let the young woman know how extremely disappointed and frustrated I was. In ten days, I told her, I would be in Arizona.

She said I could take the cards with me and get my iPhone down there.

This was not acceptable to me, but it seemed there was nothing I could do about it.

I returned home, spent a bit of time on my computer and then pulled out my phone to give Margie a call. But I could not. The phone was inactive. "Unregistered chip," it said.

So I called the At&t store. A different woman answered the phone. The store would close in 20 minutes, at 7:00 PM, but if I could get there by then they would reactivate the chip - which they had deactivated in their computer when they didn't sell me the 16 gig iPhone.

"I can get there," I told her, "but I also know that somewhere in At&t, there is someone who can solve this problem and you should spend the next 20 minutes trying to find that person. It is not right to do this to a customer."

I got there just before they closed. The original saleswoman reactivated my chip. She told me that she had sent an email to someone higher up to try to get help to solve this problem before I left for Arizona.

I had planned to cook myself a good healthy meal tonight - vegetables and such. But I was so frustrated that I went across the street and down the road from At&t and bought myself a $6 portobello mushroom burger at Carl's Jr., with a strawberry milkshake to wash it down.

Tomorrow night, I will prepare a healthy meal.

Please note: I have broken down today's post into two sections, both because I felt that this segment needs to stand by itself and it was getting kind of long.

The rest of the day will go up at 10:00 AM Alaska time, 2:00 PM East Coast Time, 11:30 PM India time.