Saturday, September 24, 2011

reflections on life, the 'hood, the belly

Beautiful late September Saturday afternoon: 75 F., 24 C., sunny with the odd wispy cloud wisping around up there. Just returned from a trip up to 'beer store corner', whyte and 112 st., a nice half mile walk each way. There's grocery store, bank, good coffee, beer store and assortment of fast food, optometrist, ballet, tanning.. very girl-friendly and with the beer and the meat and the girls, guy-friendly also. Big hospital and physio faculty across the street.
On my way up (walking north I consider 'up') saw a pair who very much demonstrated that sometimes people and their dogs resemble greatly.  Strong and zaftig (curvy) brunette, really nice brown hair reflecting light, walking strong and zaftig lady Rottweiler. The Rotty was giving me big smiles, the girl had shades on, but also smiling.
(brief work interlude: I work with thousands of repeat customers, and call them to keep em happy and sell em stuff. Today I had 3 names in a row that made me feel like I had stumbled into the gay porn section-  Manhard, Ramsbottom, Cockburn.. You find stupid things to amuse you at work sometimes.)
Good stewing beef at the store, looks like a nice cut, not blade or some crap cut, but still am marinating it for a mighty mighty stew with home-grown veg later. My sis in law grew them, and dropped some off for our consumption. My marinade of the day is soy sauce, garlic, dill, lots of coarse black pepper, and Bullseye hot n spicy bbq sauce. The gal is working weekends, I only do a half-day Saturday, so have taken on the evening feeding on Sat and Sun.

Have a great weekend.  I have a 710 ml Beck's freezerizing for an hour, then I shall consume it when it is just shy of turning to Beck's slurpee.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

the Time Machine, AKA oh me oh my oh

Was chattin with my nephew last night, he's a good feller. Wants to win at everything, and generally does, Scorpio hockey star engineering student. We had some good bonding time when he was 4, he was right into this cartoon with cows as cowboys, Dakota was one, anybody ringin a bell on this?  Anyway, I was mindin him, we went out to the pasture at his folks', gathered dry wood and put stones down for a pit, then cooked 2 cans of beans in the hot embers. Fortunately I brought an extra can cuz young Will (aptly named) wanted more.  Cowboy beans. He still eats a fair bit o beans, good low-fat protein, but he aint livin with his g-f yet. Fart factor.
So, in our convo he mentioned a time machine. I would so go back to the pre-Reagan era, 72-79.  And welcome him to come back and check it out. Watch Nixon fall on the news, or not even have a frickin TV. Cheap smokes, beer, gas, weed, decent workin -joe wages, thanks to the work people did in the 60s, and about half the people on the planet there are now. I dont hate people, nor races or creeds, but its gettin crowded on this ball , and i miss the critters. Hunting mammoth, wackin a few passenger pigeons for a pie...
My point? i think its under my hair, ha, not really , I have kind a sean connnery dome but more hair on it. Oh yeah, listened to this tune 5 times today. Its a gooder. Relative to time machine? should also post a young Bonnie Raitt doin Angel from Montogmery, I fell in love with her about 10 times.
Let's all go back to 72 and do it over. Give Jimmy Carter 3 terms, not the fucking Bush Nazi-trading dynasty. Diagnose Reagan's dementia early, put a hit out on Saddam. Solve it, not react to it.
Here's some Gillian , dont have any Bonnie handy.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NPEj63d0jY&list=FLrVCpBvAxSloKv0qce9jGNQ&index=69

Saturday, September 3, 2011

young Innu hunter in the big shitty

At the bus stop coming home from the work today, a young Innu/Chipewayan looking guy came up and asked if the bus was free. This is in a city of about a million people. Innu are the northern folks that used to be called Eskimos. Chipewayan are a northern group of people that used to be called Indians.  Just for geographic context, I live in Edmonton, lat. 54 N., used to be called Gateway to the North.
So, young buddy was informed he needed 2.85 to take the bus to West Ed Mall. He ran across a busy street like a fkn ninja. He also had eyes that looked like they could see for miles, watching for game. I definitely dont mean a game on Feckbook, I mean like seeing if a herd of caribou was coming, or if some other edible beast was coming within rifle range.  First trip to the city for young dude, but 99.9% of the people in that city couldnt do what he does.
Run soft, move silent, see everything.

Then the bus came. Initially, there were 4 of us at the bus stop, 5 more showed up, it was packed to begin with. Wheelchair, 3 baby strollers, 15 different ethnic groups. I could see northern buddy shrinking into the background, but he got his transfer and I am sure he got where he was headed.
I like lots of space, too.  I am down with the northern folk but a little too much dark in the winter. What is to be envied is the old attention to the natural world that those glued to their phones have lost so quickly.  Where is east or west? many could not answer without a map. To run like a wolf, see like a hawk, be self sufficient and part of your world : completely incomprehensible hippy-dippy concepts to most phone-drones.

Migwetch, young hunter. Soyez bien.