Monday, October 29, 2012

The Potential To Go On And Accomplish More: Life and Thoughts after Backcountry

"One idea that came to me around the time that our season was coming to an end and reached a climax around debriefing was the hope that Backcountry would not be the best thing any of us would ever do with our lives. While it was an incredible experience and something that I will always cherish and never regret, everyone in our crew had the strength and potential to go on and accomplish even more impressive things. But that fear seems totally unwarranted when you look at what many in our crew are doing now, whether it be traveling across Southeast Asia, Australia, or New Zealand, working as an engineer in the Appalachian Mountains, taking on Mt. San Jacinto, returning to Kings [Canyon] with NPS, or like you going to motherfucking Russia this year. Our season was great, but I can only begin to imagine what the future will bring for all of us. Yeah, they were right when they said we were "a good crew". "

 

Erik Pérez
2011 Americorps CCC Backcountry Trails Program - Kings Canyon National Park

4/9/12

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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Gastronomic Diplomacy

We scoured the city looking for the ingredients. Marshmallows, check. Hersheys, check. No graham crackers, but we made a substitution with a similar type of cracker. Sitting with newly found friends of a variety of nationalities, makeshift fire made in a metal ash tray at a hostel in the middle of Bangkok. This is the part of American culture I love. Make s'mores, not wars.

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My Exit Speech

Camarillo, CA

 

I could stand here and tell you that I never thought I would be here, but that would be a blatant lie. It was indeed inevitable that I would be in the position that i am today. I have not done anything that anyone here could not have accomplished. I am not supernatural. If anything, I feel that I'm more human than I get recognition for. But, no man is an island, no man is self made. Rugged individualism is a glorious myth, for it takes an entire community, a society, to raise and form the thoughts and ideals of an individual. My story isn't new. A lot of us came from humble beginnings, needed to change the direction in which their life was going, or simply wanted a greener thumb. But what's adversity to someone who's determined? Adversity shouldn't drive us to fear, we should embrace it and realize that adversity only makes the story greater. The stars align for those who choose them to be. If you believe that something is, then it will be. There is no gang, no policy, no action that can stop you from achieving your dreams.

 

Jason

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Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Americorps CCC Backcountry Trails Program Experience

To whom it may concern:

 

 

I remember my C-II Brian Lussier claiming Backcountry to be a magical place. He referred to it once as going to "Narnia". When I came to the Backcountry Orientation, I thought I was going to see a bunch of hippies, I guess I was thinking of a commune. I wasn’t sure if I was going to fit in, but I found out that everyone there was just as diverse as the places that we’re sent to, and that diversity is welcomed. On my application, I wrote that a community is a group of individuals who share resources, brought together (intentionally or not) by or for a commitment or cause. The community aspect of Backcountry is just as important as one’s work ethic. Everyone on your crew is essential to the experience, a unique dish for the potluck. One of the most interesting aspects of the community is how your peers become self-reflecting mirrors of your weaknesses.

The unknown, especially if you grew up in an urban setting, can be intimidating. Everyone should know that anyone is capable of completing a season, but what sets a Backcountry Corpsmember apart from everyone else is the choice, choosing to leave what you knew (or at least thought you knew) as the world, electronics, friends, family, and complexity behind. But it’s worth it. The mountains have and always will be neutral. As my supervisor David Villarino once told me,” the mountains do not judge us, and they are not out to get us, they are just simply unforgiving...” . For me, Kings Canyon National Park seemed like a type of purgatory, heaven was the beautiful scenery, hell for what you have to go through to see it, to be deemed worthy to witness the timeless surreality. It may be the closest some of us will ever come to experience what author Milan Kundera calls the “lightness of being”, a detachment from or absolute absence of the weight of our burdens. I believe the experience represents philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche’s idea of eternal recurrence.

When you leave backcountry, you may be transcended, or awakened from apathetic slumber, or at least more confident in every future action you take. And yet your family and friends will not fully understand what you have been through. But every Backcountry Corpsmember will. One of the things I like most about the Backcountry Trails Program is that no matter when you completed your season, whether it was 1979 or 2012, when 2 Backcountry Corpsmembers meet and shake hands, it is respect, and automatic trust, because both know and recognize that what was accomplished in their 5 and ½ month journey was extraordinary. It is as if 2 soldiers from different fronts, but fighting the same war, finally meet, although it was never a war, but a challenge of nature and self. These bonds can never be broken.

But there is something that the program does ask in return. When you leave the program, whether you return to your center, transfer, or decide to move on from the California Conservation Corps, teach. Go out and spread what you have learned.

There are no guarantees of what your experience will be like, but I guarantee this: No matter how your season is going, it will come to an end. In a blink of an eye it will be over. And everyone on your crew will go their separate ways. What you do with the friendships made, the skills learned, and ethics instilled is up to you.

 

Meet you at the top,

 

Jason Evans

2011 Americorps CCC Backcountry Trails Program - Kings Canyon National Park

2011 Operation Sunrise Legacy Volunteer Project (Greenwood Center) - Grand Canyon National Park

2012 Tahoe-Baikal Institute Summer Environmental Exchange Program

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Sunday, January 8, 2012

Four Tattoo Artist in Havana

Whether you’re harboured in Cancun or Montego Bay or simply seek a subversive siesta South of the Straits of Florida, Cuba could be for you - especially if you’re thinking about getting inked by some of the most innovative artists in the Caribbean. Arriving on the eve of the anniversary of the Revolution (January 1, Liberation Day), I passed along timeworn colonial streets in a rickety red ’57 Chevy taxi. With the rich, moist, warm Cuban air and exhaust fumes blowing into the backseat, I felt a bit dizzy and exited to find a sweet rum filled mojito at a corner bar, a salsa band pulsing frenzied rhythms to the enjoyment of the patrons. I puffed on a Cohiba, sat back, relaxed and began to understand why Ernest Hemingway spent the better part of his life living and writing here. It’s awesome, amigo!

Founded in 1515, Havana is one of the oldest cities in Cuba and, with two million inhabitants, it’s also the largest. Covering some 250 square miles, the urban sprawl and pollution is at first overwhelming, but like all fine cities, Havana is a collection of dozens of neighborhoods (barrios), each with its own distinctive flavor and charm. The oldest barrio, Habana Vieja, is the beating heart of the city and home to many historic buildings, churches, and monuments, most dating to the 16th and 17th centuries. And once you set foot here, you’ll discover that most Cubans endure a life very different than that depicted in the Western media. Although you’ll find yourself condemning the government at times (and maybe your own, if you’re American), you will fall in love with the country and its people. Cubans relish a passion for pleasure and this groove is certainly addictive. 

PERSPECTIVES OF THE CUBAN TATTOO SCENE
In the 1960s and ’70s, tattooing had criminal associations and it was not desirable by the majority of the population. Tattoo studios were largely underground operations and the government cracked down on the ones it could find. By the late 1980s, these attitudes changed, as popular culture dictated that tattooing was cool and here to stay. The government began to concede, however rigidly. They felt that tattooing was an art form, deciding it was better to tax tattooists to some degree, but only after influencing them to join government-run ‘artists associations.’ Still the police could show up on an artist’s doorstep and take away their equipment, if they felt like it - especially if the work was gang or drug related. They even went so far as to outlaw the private ownership of an autoclave, a rule that still exists today! Nevertheless, tattooists continue to use their contacts at home to buy busted autoclaves from discriminating hospital officials and have them refurbished by friends. 

Today, there are approximately ten noted tattooists in Havana, each with their own style and reputation. But many of the older guard fled to Europe or North America in the mid – ‘90s, because they could make much more money tattooing there, and, more importantly, they could get the supplies they needed without the hassles of U.S.- imposed embargoes or Cuban governmental prohibitions. 

Although de facto illegal (there are no studio advertisements in the yellow pages), tattooing seems to have been finally accepted by the Cuban government as a profession, especially since I noticed a couple of tattooed policemen in the street, one fine day!
But in this country of contradictions, life, like work, is never what it seems.

The Cuban government allows tattoo artists to operate, but only under the tenuous cover of ‘artist,’ that is, as long as they pay their annual dues to the Asociacion Hermanos Sais (a youth arts organization under the Ministry of Culture) and keep their membership cards updated. ‘Your card covers you as an artist, then you can tattoo (without governmental interference),’ as one tattooist (Ché Alejandro) put it. Occasionally, foreigners attempt to set up tattoo studios under the guise of a ‘local’ establishment of Cuban tattooists, but these are usually snuffed out by the police, and the ‘imperialist’ operator is forced to sell out and leave the country. Actually, these instances are fortuitous for some locals, like the talented Agustín, who purchased the majority of his tattoo equipment from an Italian imperialist who was forced out of Cuba several years ago. 

Interestingly, over the past three years, there have been six mini tattoo conventions in Havana, showcasing the talents of artists from around the country. They are held over the course of a week at the Centro Artistico in Havana, and the last one was in spring 2004. These expos are advertised locally on radio and attended by old and young aficionados alike. Unfortunately, according to Ché, ‘the association of artists doesn’t allow you to make money at the expo, only to promote your work.’

THE ARTISTS
First off, locating tattoo artists in Havana is not as easy as you might expect. They are not listed in the yellow pages or on the Internet. (Actually, Cubans are not allowed to browse the Internet, only to use e-mail. But tourists can do both whenever they want!) Hardly any of the artists have telephones. Some speak English, but, for the most part, they speak only Spanish. Basically, what you need to do is stop some tattooed streetwalker and hope she can point you in right direction! But once you get your headings, you’ll find that each and every artist is an acquaintance and full of admiration for the others. I certainly did not get the feeling that there was any competition to speak of, especially since many of these guys helped each other to get their start in business. 

1) Ché, 520 Tulipan, between Ayestaran and Ayuntamiato, Barrio Cerro.
Ché, at 31, is the ‘old man’ of the Havana tattoo scene. When he’s not skateboarding or surfing, he tattoos by appointment at his home studio ‘Tat-2’ in Barrio Cerro. He’s a carpenter by trade, but has spent the better part of the last 12 years tattooing in Havana. He works in all styles, sets no hours and prefers not to overwork, because he dislikes getting mentally tired. Most of his equipment (Spaulding and Unimax units, inks, spare coils) comes to him from his girlfriend when she visits from Missouri, U.S.A. But of course, he modifies most of his machines and has a friend in Havana named Ernesto who even manufactures his own brand. 

Ché is largely self-taught and started tattooing after drawing comic books when he was younger. This is evident in his flash sheets. When he started tattooing in the late 1980s ‘no one in Havana had tattoo machines - everyone pricked by hand.’ As for all of the other artists working in Havana, having outside contacts for supplies is essential, or you’re out of business! But still, these contacts can only go so far, and they don’t fully satisfy the need for more tattoo equipment. Case in point, Ché was desperately searching for a PULSE rebuild/repair collection when I spoke with him last. 

Ché loves his profession, his country, and his lifestyle. ‘I will never leave Cuba, nor will I stop tattooing.’ Like most tattooists, he derives an intense sense of purpose through his artistry and doesn’t mind the fact that most of his local clients can’t afford the premium prices fetched by tattooists elsewhere in the world. So, Ché is willing to work for much less than his North American counterparts. He makes up for this by inking tourists: ‘I find a lot of tourists coming here for ink,’ he says. ‘It’s much cheaper than elsewhere in the Caribbean, and our work is as good as the next guy.’ When asked about the future of Cuban tattooing and its place in the world, Ché offered a brief, yet profound statement: ‘There are good tattooists in Cuba. We do art that lasts. Come here and see for yourself!’

2) Mikail Bonet, 202 Tamarindo, between Flores and Vega, Barrio Cerro
Mikail Bonet, 23, is known throughout Havana as the ‘biomechanical man.’ He has been tattooing for over four years out of his bedroom studio. He has always been drawing since he can remember. Ché, who lives a short taxi ride away, helped him get a start and to find his style. Mikail’s father lives in Miami and assists with ‘under the table/embargo’ tattoo supply when he can. Sometimes shipments have to be coordinated with other family friends in the Miami area. ‘Everything is a challenge in Cuba - supplies, inks, logistics. We simply have no access to them. Our postal system sucks or is nonexistent, so forget that method altogether!’

I found that all tattooists in Havana use acupuncture needles for their machines. They are readily available for purchase at area hospitals. Other, more Western needles are far too expensive to purchase in Cuba and difficult to find anyway. 

Mikail picked up his taste for biomechanical work when browsing through some smuggled tattoo magazines showcasing the work of Paul Booth. ‘I really like Booth’s work. He’s solid and smooth.’ It seems that this genre is readily sought after by many of Mikail’s clients, because I couldn’t find any other examples of his work outside of the biomechanical style. 

Mikail doesn’t advertise much, but attends the tattoo expos and hands out his cards. ‘Tattooing in Havana is a word of mouth kind of thing on the streets. If you’re good, people will come. If you suck, you better find another line of work! It would be great to advertise in the yellow pages, but that would arouse too much governmental interest. I still have worries at night that the police might come and shut down my operation.’ 

Although tattooing is still an underground profession in Cuba, every artist hopes to build a first-rate tattoo studio in the future. As Mikail explains, ‘It’s every Havana tattoo artists’ dream to have their own shop, but space is expensive and the government would probably tax the hell out of us! But on a more practical level, I could simply use some new supplies, especially some tube cleaners for ink. Better yet, I would love to get my hands on some new tattoo magazines, to get more ideas that I can innovate upon. That is what I could use right now more than anything else.’ 

3) Agustín Tattoos, 2114 Calle 60A, between 21 and 23, Barrio Buena Vista/Playa.
Agustín, 23, operates a lived-in studio out of his second story bedroom. When I caught up with him, he was doing a cover-up for Hector for $25 U.S. (That’s right, almost all cash transactions in Cuba are with greenbacks.) Agustín is self-taught, and what separates him from his colleagues in Havana is that he is the only tattooer who also pierces. No small accomplishment, since piercing supplies are harder to get than tattoo supplies! But lucky for Agustín, he has some admirers in Italy who occasionally send him gear. Still, he would be psyched if he could get his hands on a Micky Sharpz iron, because, ‘it’s a better machine than the others. It’s one of the best.’

Agustín has been sinking ink for nearly ten years, and he proudly displays the photo of his first tattoo session back in 1992 (he was 12!). He’s been piercing for four years. Agustín has more flash than anyone in the city, and runs an efficient and popular business. When I arrived at his studio, a European tourist was waiting for some ink and several other locals where crashed on the mattress where Agustín sleeps. He has almost put the finishing touches on his new studio, which will double as a waiting room. It is located next to his bedroom. 

Agustín excels at portraiture, but he also tattoos tribal motifs and occasionally does cosmetic work. ‘It’s not just young people who are getting tattooed here. Older people come in for cosmetic tattoos. Many people, young and old, come for a tattoo moment, with no predetermined design in their head. They just seize the moment to get inked. I love that spontaneity.’ And when I asked him what his message to readers would be, he replied, ‘In Cuba, we want to connect with the tattoo artists of the world. We want the world to know that there are innovative tattoo artists in Cuba, each with a unique style and feel for the art. We want share and learn from the best, but above all we want to ensure that Cuban tattoo survives.’ If Agustín’s addictive enthusiasm and relish for tattooing is any indicator, I am sure that he will succeed, even if all others fail. 

4) Sosa’s Custom Tattoos, 268 Villegas, between Lamparilla and Obrapía, Old Havana.
As I approached the door of Sosa’s Old Havana studio, three Bahamian men puffing torpedo-sized Cohibas were asking about a back piece for one of their girlfriends. Sosa, 26, is the only tattooist operating in the historic city center near the touristy pedestrian mall Obispo Street, which is the most traveled thoroughfare in town. The location is awesome and Sosa draws more tourists than other artists operating in the city. Sosa, who speaks excellent English, knows the dirt on every tattooist in Havana and the suburbs and runs his little parlor out of the living room of his parents’ home. You literally open the front door and walk into the studio. It’s that simple. 

Sosa studied drawing before becoming a tattoo artist more than five years ago. His grandfather is a noted Cuban painter, and I’m sure he has drawn inspiration from his work. Sosa got his start with a notable Havana artist Junior Perez Carvajal, and he apprenticed with him for a year. But Junior soon left Havana for Italy, to cash in on business. He hasn’t been back for several years. 

Although Sosa does have a Spaulding and Kaplan machine, he has more difficulty than others in attempting to find supplies. ‘When I first started, I spent one year looking for a machine. Flash is difficult to get, so I usually barter and trade for it. We cut samples from the magazines we get our hands on, but I could always use more.’ Sosa first worked with Chinese inks, but ‘they fade rapidly, and I wasn’t impressed with the results. Today, I encourage my repeat clientele to use their contacts in Canada, Mexico and Europe to send ink and to bring it with them when they want a tattoo. It sucks to have to work this way, but most of the time it’s my only option, although I am beginning to find more ink from Western sources.’

Sosa tattoos about 200 small pieces before he gets hired to do a sleeve or large back piece. The problem is that most Cubans simply do not have much money to spend on larger pieces. When tourists come calling, they are, of course, charged slightly higher rates, but the work they get is still a bargain, no matter how you look at it. For large back pieces, expect the tourist rate of $150-200, sleeves $80-100 and smaller pieces $40. 

Sosa told me that there are two distinctive tattoo seasons when business is hot. ‘The two best tattoo seasons are during summer vacation (July and August), when everyone is ready for the beach to show off their new ink. Also, December-January is popular because almost everyone has a holiday during the Revolution celebrations and Christmas season.’ 

If you are a tourist, these are also great times to visit Cuba, and especially Havana. There were endless free public concerts around the time I visited, some ranging for ten hours, including salsa, rumba, pop and rap music. And because Cubans are passionate about their music and dance, you won’t want to sleep, for fear of missing a memorable experience. And with all of those faded 1950’s billboards and high-finned vintage cars driving about, you might feel as though you have been caught in time warp! These antiquated streets are an eerie spectacle to behold, and whatever your reason for visiting, it is impossible to resist Havana’s mysteries and contradictions. Trust me, if you get down here, you will never forget your experience. It’s as indelible as it gets.

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Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Temporary Farewell

Dear People,

 

I feel like I’ve been at war for much longer than what most are aware of, then maybe I’m aware of. Most of my life I have had to switch uniforms, having the curse and blessing to become the comrades of many armies, or playing on different teams, having the opportunity to meet a variety of people. Yet my allegiance to the war against intolerance, poverty, abuse of human rights, and the abuse of Earth’s natural resources never yields. I have been blessed to have had lots of success with my current uniform, my current army, the California Conservation Corps. 

The trail that leads to legendary success is treacherous, because no such trails exist. These are made solely by the individual that chooses to make such a  trail. On April 24th 2011, I, along with a few of my fellow current comrades, have been selected to embark on another journey into the backcountry of some of the United States of America’s most beautiful national parks. We will have no electronics, or communication with the outside world except by mail in which I have written the address below this message. I will be headed to Kings Canyon National Park, led by a man name David Villarino. When I was locked up years back, an OG once told me: “When you’re in here, all the days are the same, except for your first and your last.” But this new experience isn’t jail. This will be liberation. I’m looking forward making lasting friendships, as I feel I have with the California Conservation Corps that spans beyond any temporary uniform. Another man once told me if I plan to attempt to carry the world on my back, make sure you stretch. I stretch every day. We stretch every day. There is a lot of work to be done, and when I return, I hope that I am an even better person, and I can contribute even more to society.  

The King returns September 28, 2011.

Jason Evans

 

Jason Evans
Attn: CCC Trail Crew,
P.O. Box 928 Kings Canyon, CA 93633
United States of America

 

 

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Showtime

Showtime. No turning back. Sometimes we must reside temporarily in the darkness, only to step into the light when the time is right. But how does one know when, the clock you were given at birth is faceless?

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