Monday, 27 January 2014

Changes

I went to an event this morning of an organization I belong to. 

Made me think really hard about this song.


Think we should all revisit it to some degree.

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time 

 Send "Changes" Ringtone to your Cell 


Friday, 24 January 2014

Free Range Escaragot




Not as nutty as it sounds.  Started off in a small interior hotel bar between "Live Shots" into pretty much every national newscast in the country.  Gustafsen Lake August 1995.  A confrontation between the RCMP and the Ts'peten Defenders in the interior of British Columbia near 100 Mile House.  It would end up being the most costly incident of its kind in Canadian history.  Over 400 Mounties eventually involved and the Canadian Military.

Free range escaragot .

Why not?  I can sell you a pet rock. 

I love escaragot, well actually I love garlic and butter with the escargot acting as the sponge.  Do they even really have a taste other than the chewy part of that scrumptious buttery garlic taste.

Between to much time and to many drinks we came up with the concept of free range escargot.  Would they taste better?  Was it a more humane way of raising them?  Do snails even have feelings?  What kind of spin off industries could be developed like selling tourist guided roundup tours.  A painfully slow event.

When I was in college a friends father raised snails (escargot) in the back yard of his home on Burnaby Mountain.  It didn't take up a great deal of space and I would not consider them penned in but perhaps not quite the kinda of free range we would have in the Cariboo.  Other important questions were raised, like how would they fair in taste up against those snooty French snails although checking at the Super Market shows that a lot of the escargot are from countries other than France.  Could we get away with a hefty price increase over your basic model with the term Free Range in bold lettering maybe followed closely by hormone free, whatever that actually means.
All important issues discussed at length while waiting for the days events to unfold.  And all on the company dime.  It wasn't called Camp $ Overtime for nothing.  God bless the snail.


Monday, 20 January 2014

Seeing Black

"Seeing Black"

How did you come up with a day and time
You didn't tell me you'd changed your mind
How could I have been so blind
I didn't know you'd changed your mind

When you made the decision to get off this ride
Did you run out of places to go and hide
Did you know everybody would be surprised
When you made the decision to get off this ride

When you made the decision to jump ship
Once and for all lose your grip
Did you wax the deck to make it easier to slip
When you made the decision to jump ship

When did you start seeing black
Was it too much good you felt you lacked
Was it too much weight on you back
When did you start seeing black

When did you start seeing red
Did you see me standing over your bed
Did you hear anything I said
When did you start seeing red

When did you start seeing white
Tell me baby what was it like
Was it when you received your last rites
When did you start seeing white

Did you use a compass to get out of this place
Did you ever hear my voice, did you see my face
Did you finally get tired of running the race
Did you use a compass to get out of this place

Did you feel your act was a final truth
The dramatic ending of a misspent youth
Did you really feel you had all the proof
Did you feel your act was a final truth

Was it hard to finally pull the plug
Was it hard to receive that final hug
Did evil triumph over love
Was it hard to finally pull the plug

When did you start seeing black
Was it too much good you felt you lacked
Was it too much weight on you back
When did you start seeing black

When did you start seeing red
Did you see me standing over your bed
Did you hear anything I said
When did you start seeing red

When did you start seeing white
Tell me baby what was it like
Was it when you received your last rites
When did you start seeing white







Sunday, 19 January 2014

Humorous

Sometimes it helps to laugh at certain situations and for that matter ourselfs.  I often find myself trying to look at my situation in a humorous light sometimes finding it sometimes not.  Some people take themselves way to seriously, remember the sun will come up tomorrow with or without you.  Sometimes a different view or perspective is all that is needed to change an entire situation around.  Laugh people it can be our biggest gift.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

It's a beautiful day

Truly is.  Funny how though I start to look for things that can go wrong.

What is with some of these guy's pants, looking like the are carting three days of you know what.  And the straight brim on the ball cap. 

Witnessed to many blessed blogs.  Fuck get over it.  Here is the one and only dudes.  You can't write nor can I so stop it's painfull!



We were blessed by the minister 
Who practiced what he preached 
We were blessed by the poor man 
Who said heaven is within reach 
We were blessed by the girl selling roses 
Showed us how to live 
We were blessed by the neglected child 
Who knew how to forgive 
We were blessed by the battered woman 
Who didn't seek revenge 
We were blessed by the warrior 
Who didn't need to win 
We were blessed by the blind man 
Who could see for miles and miles 
We were blessed by the fighter 
Who didn't fight for the prize 

We were blessed by the mother 
Who gave up the child 
We were blessed by the soldier 
Who gave up his life 
We were blessed by the teacher 
Who didn't have a degree 
We were blessed by the prisoner 
Who knew how to be free 
We were blessed 
Yeah, we were blessed 

We were blessed by the mystic 
Who turned water into wine 
We were blessed by the watchmaker 
Who gave up his time 
We were blessed by the wounded man 
Who felt no pain 
By the wayfaring stranger 
Who knew our names 
We were blessed by the homeless man 
Who showed us the way home 
We were blessed by the hungry man 
Who filled us with love 
By the little innocent baby 
Who taught us the truth 
We were blessed by the forlorn 
Forsaken and abused 

We were blessed 
Yeah, we were blessed 
Mmm, we were blessed 
Yeah, we were blessed 
We were blessed

Lucinda Williams






Sunday, 12 January 2014

On the phone.

What to think?  Why has he come to a complete stop?  Does this mean it is incredibly important or he's just pissed that the person on the other end is reminding him to get something he has already got in the bag?

Thoughts to ponder on a boring Sunday.


Thursday, 9 January 2014

Anatomy of an Epidemic

I take drugs.  No not the recreational pharmaceutical's that are so common in todays world but the prescribed type which as well fuel a  multi billion dollar  industry,  all be it legal. 
The drugs I take are for a mental illness.  They have funny names ending in pine and one.  Do they help?  I think they do.  In the peaks and valleys we all face my valleys do not seem as low, I am not so sure about the peaks.  Before I started a program,  which the drugs are only a part of, l self medicated myself with alcohol.  Heavily!

A couple of weeks ago an aquantince of mine suggested that I take a look at this book.  An Anatomy of an Epidemic.  After reading the book In layman's terms it basically disputes most of today's modern diagnosis of mental illness and the treatment of,especially prescribed pharmaceutical's .  The author claims that things like PTSD, ADD, Bipolar etc. are being grossly over diagnosed.  Apparently the book has been widely read and debated.  Where I am going with this is that I find it totally bizarre when people take a single peace of information and change their entire life around it, we are not talking Dr. Aikens diet here or the debate on gluten free baking.  It is your brain, the most complex and hardest to understand computer ever.  The author claims that there is no hard proof of these so called chemical inbalance's that are at the route of some of these conditions.  As a lay person I'm confused but I think I'll stick with the doctor's opinion.




Sunday, 5 January 2014

Downtown Train



People watching can be very interesting especially on transit. Wish I was in the backpack business, a lot of people carrying them. All different shapes and colours. People run a lot on transit, well not exactly, they run a lot between forms of Public Transit, all though both  running and walking are very tried and true means of travelling. Don't really see they need to run when the next Seabus clock reads 14:30, but what ever gets you thru the day. 
Lot's of people spend a good deal of their time looking down at their smartphones,  oblivious to their surroundings. I am guilty. Tried to turn into  the wrong side of the Seabus terminal when trying to read an email only to run into a locked turnstile and a strange look from the attendant.  The email was a Future Shop flyer which obviously needed my immediate attention.
The most relaxing form of Public Transit, even in peak hours (it only runs in peak hours) is the West Coast Express,  by a long shot. Love the train!
Lots of people sleeping, working and actually looking like the are winding up on the westbound trip and down on the eastbound.



A very long time ago I worked on a TV show in Vancouver called funnily enough the "Vancouver Show". I had just started in the business as a Studio Assistant. The show, believe it or not was 2 hours live in prime time between 7 and9. It was a real roller coaster of good and bad TV. I easily worked on more than 300 shows before I was transferred to the news department.We had a wide variety of guests on from a young Brian Adams to Mitzi Gaytnor but on the the most colourful was a guy I had never hear of (a lot of the older guys were in awe) Tom Waits. The fact that I remember the whole shoot quite clearly mixed up with all the others says a lot. One of  greatest songwriter's and poet's of our time. He wrote a song years later which  the picture I took reminds me of.

Take a listen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSOYAiRz9x4&feature=youtube_gdata_player