In Nanaimo’s little newspaper, someone had this to say in a letter with the headline Northern Gateway may bring us great prosperity: “To those who oppose this project even before hearings on the Northern Gateway pipeline are completed, I ask “then what” are they proposing?”
Here’s a great response from a fellow person who pays attention: (more…)
I spent last evening dusting off all of my old CD’s and picking out all my favourite tracks. This week’s episode of the Sweet and Sour Variety Hour featured 100% music, 100% from Ashta’s over-played personal collection from high school and beyond. These are the days of my life. No making fun!!
Salt Spring Island.
The largest of the Gulf Islands, with a population of about 10 thousand in the summer, and 5 thousands in the winter (heresay). It’s the current home of our friends X and Geli, the destination of our first sailing trip, and one of the most beautiful places I’ve been. (more…)
The Sweet and Sour Variety Hour is expecting a few new segments ready to start in the new calendar year. Metaphysical learnings and teachings from Flora the Clarvoyant, and a segment called Librarians on the Radio presented by employees of the Vancouver Island Ragional Library- Nanaimo branch. This week’s show was on the fly. Here it is in 4 parts: (more…)
For one week, I’ve had no sugar.
One week, no salt.
No fat.
No caffeine.
No marijuana.
No orgasms.
No alcohol.
No dairy.
And still 4 more days to go.
Why the hell would someone abstain from these palpable pleasures? (more…)
I came across my own feelings on this subject in a conversation with my dad over a joint on my back deck. I was explaining my thoughts about changes that occurred in me after having moved to Vancouver Island BC. In reflection, maybe it has nothing to do with moving from Toronto, instead more to do with inevitable changes that happen to any 21-25 year old person. Either way, my thoughts were that I’ve mostly overcome one of the most challenging limits in my life, and now everything is easier. It’s a limit I feel has been installed in every person who subjects themselves to “the mainstream”: I’ve coined it as The Complex. (formerly the Female Complex) (more…)
Lookit! An Instagram!