something tells me that unless i finish uploading the rest of my songs to this computer, i'm going to run out of blog entry titles very very soon.
anyway. on to other things.
several times in the near past i have signed petitions and such to stop the Canadian seal hunt. this is all i can do, really. i have no money for diesel, let alone a donation of 50 dollars to Oceana.
today they sent me two emails, the second within a few minutes of my deleting the first, saying won't you please help us and DONATE? DONATEDONATEDONATE!!!!
Oceana, LAY OFF. i have done what i can. i don't have any money. very very very literally. i feel just as bad about the seals as anyone else does, but when it comes to action donating money is just not on for me. i will gladly go up and tackle the seal hunters, bludgeoning them until the snow runs red, but i don't have any money! STOP ASKING!
so i have officially moved to Powell River, as much because i love it here as because i can't afford a plane ticket back to Maui, so it is here i stay. my last blog had to do a lot with my life on Maui; it didn't feel right continuing there after my move to PR.
Powell River is a small town, about 20,000 people. its community college is more dysfunctional than Maui's. (imagine THAT.)
still, it is fun here, and it has a nice small-town feel which is unbearable in the winter but quite pleasant in spring and summer. i have yet to spend autumn here; reports forthcoming.
i now live with my mom, but it is temporary, at least only lasting until i get electricity, plumbing, and floors into my own house down the street. my own house used to be a grow-op, and is therefore in bad shape. (for you Americans, a grow-op is a place where peope grow marijuana illegally. i know you're thinking "how else is there to grow it?", but up in Canada things are more lax. or they were a few years ago. i'm not sure if the law still says so long as you have under 50 plants it's ok, but it did last i heard.)
i spent december and january here (about half of each month) with my mom, dad, grandparents, and travis, though not all at the same time. while at my grandparents' place i was, for some reason, waking up extraordinarily early and got to see some nice winter sunrises (of course, it helps that in winter the sun doesn't rise until around 8:30).
after christmas (ugh) with the folks and solstice (yay!) with some local pagans, mom, travis and i headed up to PR for new year's and some r&r (no, Ashen, not THAT kind...).
being the only two men in the group, travis and major instantly bonded.
almost immediately afterwards, we headed on down to my dad's farm on hornby, where travis's skills proved numerous and my surliness endless.
i'm upset because my stepmom is a superficial, fake, german bitch. travis is happy because....well, i'm not sure what would lead someone to be happy at my father's place, but if anyone could do it, or at least fake it, it would be travis.
luckily while there we got to stay in the studio, so the never-ending sex we had and the chocolate binges i indulged in were hidden from my dad.
of course, we had to sleep on the mattress on the floor, because we were too fat for the bed. not actually said in so many words, but they didn't need to.
after the almost-good-but-hell-at-the-end visit, dad and margit drove us to the Comox ferry, which goes directly back to PR. below are pictures of the Hornby ferry terminal.
and my dad and margit, because hey--even the devil has pictures, right?
homecoming to mom was good, even if there is always tension no matter which family member i'm with. it snowed! yay! which is apparently really unusual for PR. we've had a lot of unusual this winter.
so we relaxed and vegged at mom's place, rescuing our tenant's cat from his negligence and changing his name from Meow-Meows to Crowley. not like he ever comes when called anyway.
snow was gorgeous, and after a few weeks of making sure i was super careful with my super fragile back, i threw it out on a walk and had to be carried home. luckily both mom and travis are strong like truck! no pictures of me writhing about in agony, but here's one from just before.
also got trav to go with to the live poets' meeting, which is hey--tonight! again--and very fun all around, if you do indeed like that sort of thing.
just as a side note, mom really loves major. who wouldn't?
playful wolffy.
so a short, picture summary of a chapter of my life. this may not happen as often as i'd like. i don't ever take enough pictures.
that would be me. a cat in a glass, going to the moon, brb.
actually, i'm a cat on the moon, going to class, brb.
jag
