A Comment I made on a friend's blog

Heya buddy!
So yeah. Today I went to my favorite park in the whole world. It's in the coastal temperate rainforest. It's called Smugglers Cove. It's pretty sweet. There are all these rocks and trees and stuff. I saw a seal. And a seagull. Oh and this kid named Josiah. He's pretty cute.You rock!Anyone says otherwise I'll pretend to kick his ass. I mean really pretend. For real.

Word for the day? Salacious. Did I think about that one before? Do I have salacicity on the brain?

Gotta go.... I think this comment should become my new blog entry. Number 1? Make it so. Engage.

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So yeah.. today I went to my fav park, Smugglers Cove. I also saw some seagulls, a crow, a couple starfish, talked to some random guys fishing on a pier in Davis Bay(but that was later). Skipped down the trail with some little dudes. Fed my mom's koi. Chillaxed alot. And tomorrow I shall perhaps venture down the coast on the quest for my high school transcripts. ( I called ahead)

Right now I'm listening to the Tragically Hip. Cause they're good.

My new playlist is 11:16:29 long. Pretty good since I just started grabbing some tunes for it this morning and stopped at lunch.

I was listening to a sweet song. You should listen to the song. You know. With instrumentation and singing of the lyrics (which are quite good). The song is called God Said No by Dan Bern. I found it on a disc my brother made of stuff. Then my pal Rob and I listened to it on our little road trip and maybe it was just the yerba mate working but, man, I was nearing epiphanyland there for awhile. So yeah.. there's a link to in on this other blog I found... I'm to tired to repeat something that they did there well enough = good.

Listening to a Best of Gypsy Kings Medley.. just flashed back to a crazy night in Guatemala. Near the beginning of our time there. While we were staying in Mazatenango, working with Habitat for Humanity. One night we decided to take the students to the mall. This was a ways away. We had like one truck. It would take a couple trips.. we started walking. The truck ferrying. People piled in and out. It was so loaded down. On our trip we decided to squeeze in a couple more since that would be everyone. I was hanging out the back crazy like. I had to make sure to keep my feet up.. cause they were dragging as I clung in the back.... crazy weird night.. the lights, the dogs, the smells, the sounds. The cobblestones and the ditches. I need to go to sleep.

Hanging out of the back of a truck reminds me of a time in Guatemala when we were cramming into a chicken bus on our way back to Jocotenango, I think. I had my backpack on, I think, and it was so crowded. Ben and Cheryl were with me, I think, and they squeezed through and on. I half climbed in. My backpack was hanging out the open door. Along with some of me. I was holding on to the railing heading up the stairs. I think Cheryl's butt was crammed up against my hand and I tried to apologize for the inappropriateness (now that's a word!) but I suppose that's life. Crammed out of a bus flying through the streets of Antigua.

Now I'm listening to a spanish version of Hotel California. Gypsy Kings. It was used in The Big Lebowski. See the internet isn't evil. It's a friend. Yes...... but wait.. wasn't I going to go to sleep all the way back up there? Is this some sort of plot? Sleep deficiency? Subtle brainwashing...... He said todos.. hah.. spanish... *drool*... Adios amigos... tiempo soñoliento.. sleepy time.. according to Babelfish translation.

Now I'm listening to Elvis Costello (wow his real name is apparently Declan Patrick MacManus.. cool) singing I'll Never Fall In Love Again. He sang that on an Austin Powers movie. OOOh.

Ok so it's really really time for sleep. If I don't get to sleep soon I may have trouble getting to that brunch tomorrow!

Later.

Ok proof read.. listend to some Steve Miller Band.. did stuff.. undid stuff.. OOOh Big Ol' Jet Airliner.. don't carry me to far away.... ok one more picture. This ones for Alida. Dancing Horse.

Going to the movies

So it's been awhile since I went to Raven's Cry Theater in Sechelt. But I was up on the coast, my parents having taken off in the boat for a few days and I realized that I don't know that many people up here any more. I know their younger siblings. But I'm not so much going to hang out with them. So I was figuring on a night at home reading.

That all changed when I remembered the Metcalfe brothers. Andrew and Peter. We've had a few adventures together so I figured I'd call them up, not sure if they'd be around or back to the mainland and Island for school. They were home. Ideas flew around. Beach fire at my place, beach fire at their place, rent a movie and watch at their place, rent a movie and watch at my place, (we're a creative bunch you can tell), or go watch Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby. Well I said that a beach fire at their place sounded really good so lets do that. Peter said that Andrew really wanted to go to the movie. So we did that.

And I snuck in cheese. One of those little white round cheeses that comes wrapped in the red wax. We then shared the cheese while we waited for the film to commence as we were crammed into the seats that are probably comfortable for those 5 10 and under. I think all of us were over or around 6 foot. But you know, that didn't matter once the movie started. Yeah there were some parts that moved slowly but the funny moments definitly swung the scales in favour of it being a very enjoyable and suprising movie.

And maybe I'll have that beach fire tonight....
Bye,
Jordan

The Season's Close

We went caving again the other day.. So some cave pictures.. here's the entrance to the cave.

I'm just putting the finishing touches on a slide show that we'll be showing to the parents tomorrow at pick up. This last groups' done alot of things. The pictures don't do justice. Caving, hiking, canoeing, and more. They've made some sweet relationships and had some good times. And they've allowed me to come along as well. It's amazing once again seeing the world a bit like I used to, with the eyes of a 16 yr old.

Anyways.. this 26 yr old needs to get his butt into gear and get some more things finished. Tomorrow I pack up my things and move on out once more. I'm probably going to be heading up to the Coast for a couple of weeks to a month. And then I'm thinking of Victoria. I've got some ideas to pursue. ;)



Wish ya all well,
Jordan

Ruminations During A Morn's Observations

The squirrel and the robin must be pretty aware and cautious to stay alive. Squirrels seem jumpy, nervous, paranoid. Moving here and there. Rapid. Skittish. Even when they attempt the "stay motionless" manuever their rapid heartbeat and pent up energy can be observed. Like a coffee addict. The birds seem to observe motionless. Well those that remain. Most take to the trees. A useful trick that takes the squirrels a bit longer. The trees seem to be like a haven or refuge. The forest floor a dangerous place. It's the dark, dangerous woods of old faere tales. Not these toned down, neutered ones we have about nowadays.
Tales with ogres, bogey men, and witches in tasty homes with ovens for cooking children. They were scary, yes, but they had faces. Those evils of old. They could be faced. They could be wrestled with. They could, no matter how scary, be defeated.
But now our tales are not near as in your face scary. The danger not as apparently dreadful. We don't dread them that much at all. Death over there. Starvation. AIDS. Obeseity. War. Impersonal. Massive. Faceless. Things you can't push in the oven. Things you can't momentarily blind by reflecting the sun off of your shield. And we don't have any magic beanstalks anymore.
So we try to ignore and move on. Listen to music. Watch TV. Eat. Excercise. Buy stuff. Not buy stuff. Pick your poison. To do battle with our modern bogey men? No way.
These aren't witches, ogres, ghouls or ghosts. They are giants. What can one man do against a GIANT? And then I think of Mickey. When he was a tailor. What? The Mouse? The spokesanimal for the sanitization of fairytales committee? Yeah.
He faced a Giant at least once. I saw it on TV. He was bragging about killing a bunch of flies at one blow. Do you remember? They thought he was talking about Giants so he was taken before the King and told to slay the Giant. Hmmm. This I can relate to. The job seems too big for a tailor. It seems too big for me. Now we can back down. And do. Often.
But not that indefatigable mouse. (I mean... everyone was watching.) So what does he do? He uses his ingenuity, and what's on hand, what he knows, and goes out there. He had a couple tricks. The one I remember most was when he challenged the Giant to squeeze water out of a rock. He used a big chunk of cheese. Fooled the Giant. Beat the Giant. (Who ended up becoming an amusement park or some such thing?)
Perhaps there is something we can do. Perhaps Giants can be defeated by simple people: tailors, poets, scientists, trades people, young, old, and inbetween.

Sometimes we are squirrels, and we nervously dart around and freak out and run away. Sometimes we are the birds and we observe; pick our time to run away. Perhaps we are to be mice. Stand up. Think. Slay Giants.