A new Google alert for “Arthur Firstenberg” popped up in my email this morning. It points to a Firstenberg reference in this undated, but apparently recently-penned, 4,457-word screed, “Warning: High Frequency.” The author is Christopher Ketcham. The host site is Earth Island Journal.
I cannot in good conscience provide a link to “Warning: High Frequency” without first providing my own warning about the unconstrained idiocy that’s so brilliantly conveyed throughout virtually every paragraph and every apocalyptic pull quote on this page.
But since the author, Christopher Ketcham, thoughtfully (for my purposes) consolidates his references to Santa Fe in one paragraph, I post it below in hopes that your curiosity may be assuaged and you’ll spare yourself a visit to Mr. Christopher Ketcham’s “Warning: High Frequency” article that undoubtedly reflects the journalistic standards of Earth Island Journal.
In recent years, I’ve gotten to know dozens of electrosensitives. In Santa Fe, New Mexico, I met a woman who had taken to wearing an aluminum foil hat. (This works – wrap a cell phone in foil and it will kill the signal.) I met a former world record-holding marathoner, a 54-year-old woman who had lived out of her car for eight years before settling down at a house ringed by mountains that she said protected the place from cell frequencies. I met people who said they no longer wanted to live because of their condition. Many of the people I talked to were accomplished professionals – writers, television producers, entrepreneurs. I met a scientist from Los Alamos National Laboratories named Bill Bruno whose employer had tried to fire him after he asked for protection from EMFs at the lab. I met a local librarian named Rebekah Azen who quit her job after being sickened by a newly installed wi-fi system at the library. I met a brilliant activist named Arthur Firstenberg, who had for several years published a newsletter, “No Place to Hide,” but who was now homeless, living out of the back of his car, sleeping in wilderness outside the city where he could escape the signals.
Of course, it’s often hard to demarcate where simply sloppy thinking yields to abject idiocy. I’ll focus here on Mr. Ketcham’s apparent misunderstandings and misattributions about my fellow Santa Feans. I’m not saying he’s completely wrong, I’m just saying:
- If Arthur Firstenberg is or was indeed “now homeless, living out of the back of his car, sleeping in wilderness outside the city where he could escape the signals” … who’s paying his legal bills as he continues to pursue his well-publicized lawsuit against his iPhone-using neighbor? And has he indeed moved to the “wilderness” and out of his rental house that, in addition to being adjacent to the iPhone-using neighbor, is located less than a mile west of the Plaza in downtown Santa Fe?
- Isn’t it Bill Bruno, the LANL employee, who’s the more famous of the tinfoil-hat-wearing group?
- And on the subject of tin foil … the hat I understand, in principle if not physics. But the point of wrapping a cell phone in tin foil to kill the signal is … what, exactly? (Does the ON/OFF switch not also accomplish the same effect without resorting to inflicting more non-biodegradable material? See video below.)
- Doesn’t a world record-holding marathoner, even a former one, have a name that would be worth noting? Of course, if the 54-year-old woman referenced actually did live in her car for eight years before figuring out she could move to the mountains, maybe she’s a bit publicity-shy.
- I can’t help but wonder if the author’s repeated references to “I met” should be read literally … like, did he actually meet them in person … or did he “meet” them virtually, online, through the numerous networks of fellow “electrosensitives” who prolifically promulgate and perpetuate the same old tired, discredited, self-nourishing “research” ? I ask, in all seriousness, because when I googled the “local librarian Rebekah Azen,” I found this notice in the Greenfire Times that she died on October 20th. That seems an omission that, editorially-speaking, could have found a place somewhere amongst those 4,457 words.
Follow The Electrically-Sensitive Trail of Arthur Firstenberg here.