Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
towards open waters
moving is having a greater impact on my emotional well-being than i care to admit.
i have been saying goodbye and goodbye and goodbye to all the little things that have made my world for the past 9 years – turks on saturday morning, the shops where i know the owners, the people i see on my way to work whose names i have never known. small things, to be replaced by others – but a settling sadness inescapable when one has had a great love for their neighbourhood at some time in their life (and for most of my time in this place, i have). east vancouver brought me from adolescence into adulthood and has provided a startling and colourful backdrop for so many major events in my life – it’s hard to part with that which has been a support and a comfort, even in all its noise and odour.
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confession
i got very drunk last night, and spent over an hour arguing with a linguistics phd student who is all of 24 years old about his role in doing language work in first nations communities, and i smoked a cigarette. margot and the two stephs and i made fun of the young student and then i went home.
i felt very ill this morning and i have done no packing today.
what is community?
i wanted to journal on something other than just my ongoing move today – and i was going to write on the question of “what is family?” this morning – but a friend wrote a poem to a list of people he knows this morning and it begged the question of what is real community (and he’s right, it certainly isn’t a computer mailing list).
i think it’s an appropriate time for me to write about this, as i am moving out of my physical community and into another – and yet today, when i sent my new phone number out to people by email – it went all around north america – all people who i consider a part of a community i belong to for different reasons. some of them are friends from my physical, some from my ideological and spiritual, and some from the artistic communities in which i am involved.
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mr. picassohead
if it weren’t for the internet – we wouldn’t have things like mr. picassohead – and then what would we do?
a cabin in the foothills
nathan has rented a crazy little cabin on 5 acres in tonasket, washington. (if you follow that link you will notice that the “city” of tonasket has website useful for almost no purpose).
anyhow – this cabin was originally built in 1912, and backs onto state forest land. looking at the pictures sent by the real estate agent, it appears as though this place hasn’t been lived in for awhile, but is generally sound enough and just needs a little tlc. i have included a picture of it so y’all can see where i will be spending part of my time this fall…. looks like a good place to escape from the urban to me….
Red Cedar 