Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Saw a hummingbird today, I was stoked.
He was aggressively chasing his mate. Those little Rufies go crazy sometimes.
Saw a White-crowned sparrow too. Don't see them too much, but a lot where out today at the 'ol Stewart farm on Crescent.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Faking Myself
act happy, continue harmony
empty solar plexus.
Know for the first time
exactly who I am.
Be it never
act it rarely.
Fake to everybody
real, I have it.
It comes?
If not in life, dead in no afterlife.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Snowy Owl
They're hanging around south of their stomping grounds for longer than expected, which works out well for us human gawkers. I'm curious to see how long they stay and how many years till they come again. As is obvious by current BC temperatures, nature is in a state of carbon induced flux, so maybe if we're (un)lucky enough, the owls just might stay.
An low and behold the Short-eared owl: a fairly rare owl in BC, it too was resting in the Snowy's vicinity. Boundary bay seems to be a rich source of food for many predators, hopefully this is kept in mind as the Delta-Port and extending highways pave through this so called "Agricultural Land Reserve".



Labels:
Boundary Bay,
Delta-Port,
Short Eared Owl,
Snowy Owl
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
As an era ends...
and these walls are only a memory, I feel motivated to post an old poem I just found as I was moving precious shit into boxes.
Talk About Escapism
I feel the plants form my future
For a new outlook is all
it'll take not to fall
And I found it now
but manifest it how?
Find what you need
And for it plead
Become scared
Mission declared
Fight past feeling
Fuck the kneeling
Tell her what you feel
describe what's real
If it ain't her
Start over
But when life becomes good
You couldn't but you should
And so the mountains fail me
And something I've seen before I see
This time is perfectly planned
With coincidences that land
If life was like this forever
It may not be clearer
But my arms relax well
Even if in hell
With her body on mine
My life I'd enjoy fine
So where oh Lord
do you fit in?
Since God I know you listen
So hear me right fuckin now
I want to live out your mission
And though I'm confused
I'll look past the torment
A follower as Job
If only you'll let me be used
So know that Lord,
That I am deathly ready
To die by your sword
I can't help it however
if ruminations control me
And I'm blinded forever
I'm content to live/die like this
with one condition
that when her and I kiss
I will know you're not vexed
for if you are
I will always be surly depressed
And though I can't know you
as well as I'd like
I ask that she will get through
While humans may not understand
and though feelings of nuclear strife will follow,
You have the last command.
And though I may sin
And induce my own laceration
I believe in the Shroud of Turin
-----------------------------------------------
And so just typing that out has me broken down. May of 2003 is what it was dated. It alludes to a host of multiple different ideas and actions that I knew would affect me and my mind into the distant future. Though I feel now that it was the beginning of the end of my "faith", at the time I was a slightly skeptical person but was also an obsessively devout Christian. Yet, slowly I dabbled in not living the Bible out in it's most literal sense. 2003 was a polarizing year for me where the seeds were laid to sow years of extreme despair.
Labels:
2003,
Christianity,
despair,
mental strife,
talk about escapism
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sick nature clips in this Sitka documentary against the pipeline!
...and the perspective with which the film comes from is one which I share; even aside from the environmental degradation of an oil spill, surfers will go mad not surfing and regardless what aspect of the ocean brings us joy we will be denied it. I cannot imagine a BC coast without the multitudes of magnificent and rare birds we are able to regularly enjoy during all seasons, and thus loath the future spill coming to this coast.
Naturally I will do the minuscule things I am able and willing to do, sign online petitions, vote against the Conservatives, join the odd street protest; but in the end I am sure the pipeline will be constructed and a few eye blinks later we will be profoundly angry at ourselves for not doing more to have avoided the inevitable.
Tipping Barrels from Sitka on Vimeo.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Pondering thoughts on deliberating about thinking about thinking about the philosophy of thinking about thinking about thinking.
Nobody is in control
or of what they know
either how they act
or sentience thought of as fact
somehow I feel ok
if as a plant I don't even grow
seeing much pass
understanding is always subjective
If I don't get taller or greener
nobody can say an observing plant can't see.
yet we say things are said
and act different
than we think about thinking.
Interesting propaganda move, or a benevolent US military?
A curious action on behalf of America. Americans saving Iranians is surely a strange headline for Iranians to read, but why would the US military help people they seemingly want to kill? As the war drum beats throughout the republican presidential candidate race the timing seems particularly odd.
One thing is for sure, Iran has a lot of oil and America wants it.
Considering the malevolent actions Americans have historically committed in the name of getting that precious precious oil, surely their campaign against Iran is driven by similar interests...
and maybe, in the name of winning Iranian hearts and minds, saving them is in the same precious oil interest.
If only North Korea had oil... maybe Americans would, from time to time, save them too.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
OCD presents itself early in life...
and how it's treated will determine the quality of life for the duration of life. Thus a keen eye for childhood anxiety and depression is key to ensuring the child doesn't kill him/herself as an adult.
I often wonder about the etiology of my own OCD, and this study provides me clues. In fact to this day I struggle with oral and tactile sensitivities, and though these sensitivities have varied since childhood they all share a common thread: they occupy my mind to such a strong degree I have no choice but to analyze them incessantly. It's to the point where I cannot focus on immediate surroundings until I "think" through it (thus fuelling the OCD) or accept it (thus theoretically reducing the OCD)... regardless this takes much time, and when I'm forced to endure this in public I become exponentially anxious. Unfortunately analyzing has become a compulsion of mine... a "mental compulsion" is what psychologists have termed it... and since it's not a pysical compulsion I can hide mental turmoil and appear "normal". Yet appearing "normal" has become an obsession, and as such I've become a very good actor. Few things in my mind actually match my actions... but I digress... the correlation this study has shown can shed a lot of light.
Other people's scent can drive me to obsessive oblivion, and how my socks feel on my feet can determine the structure of my day. If I wear a shirt with a tag I haven't ripped out it's an exercise in tolerating OCD, or if my morning bowel movement just doesn't feel right I'm forced to deal with the tactile torment until I... well there is no "until"... the sensation of just not feeling right is there until my brain finds something else to obsess on, in which case the torment continues.
The fact this this has been discovered as an indication of OCD in children is monumental. If we can notice these symptoms in children and get them therapy while they're brains are still developing they will have a higher quality of life.
The cognitive restructuring I'm doing to my own mind via therapy, drugs, meditation and education is taking too long. As an adult it's a process that takes decades, however as a young child the potential to develop a balanced brain is in full effect. The child's brain won't need cognitive restructuring if it develops and structures itself without obsessive reactions to life's stimuli.
"Of course, Prof. Dar says, all children have particular habits and preferences, and they're not all precursors to OCD. So what should parents watch for to correctly characterize normal and potentially pathological behavior? "If you see that a child is very rigid with rituals, becoming anxious if unable to engage in this behavior, it is more alarming," he explains. Also, age is a factor. A habit exhibited by a five- or six-year-old is not necessarily a predictor of OCD. If the same behavior continues to the ages of eight and above, it could be a warning sign, especially if accompanied by anxiety or distress."
Only 12 Spotted Owls left in BC!!
I find myself disturbed.
I find myself deep in negative wonder
how I let this happen.
Growth and development I guess.
The ingredients to a good economy.
I guess.
Human priorities.
Human houses
of unneeded sizes.
Bureaucrats who zone without regard for life,
forestry workers who log "because it's their job",
average apathetic Joes who don't care
but think they do
and stake claim on good intentions.
Caring, "it's not my job" says "we".
And a culture of land rape but without hate
because indifference is a powerful tool
and properly used
win elections as it seems...
dead owls are good for the economy.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Krauss: Remembering Christopher Hitchens
"Just before leaving his company the last time I saw him, in one of those poetic accidents that makes life so unexpectedly enjoyable, I was reading a newspaper piece at his kitchen table about an emerging effort to ensure that young people at elite institutions preserve their Catholic upbringing during and after College. When describing the temptations to depart from piety, the author wrote: “Exposed to Nietzche, Hitchens, co-ed dorms and beer pong, such students are expected to stray.”
I reflected on what a remarkable tribute to the man this simple sentence represented. To be so overpowering in one’s cultural impact that one can be mentioned without explanation is one thing, but to be sandwiched between Nietzche and beer pong is an honor that very few of us can so hope to deservedly achieve."
Click here for the full piece.
Labels:
Krauss,
Krauss on Hitchens,
Remembering Hitchens
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)