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Thomas King on not being raised within the Cherokee Nation, from The essential, inconvenient book for all Canadians, an interview by Taiaike Alfred. (An interview with Prof. Alfred from the CBC’s wonderful 8th Fire.)
I just carry myself and the culture and everything else that I have been able to pull together around with me like a turtle does.
A brief note to my myself that I want to read Thomas King’s latest and am looking forward to Taiaike Alfred’s in-progress memoir on Mohawk ironworkers.
The quote stirred up an image of my long ago turtle island dream, the one where I stood on a white sand, Caribean blue beach and watched the horizon swim toward me, a turtle the size of a continent. I wonder if I was a little turtle in the dream, ready to jump on with my culture and everything else I was able to pull together.
Thanks Tianyake for sharing the photo.
We’re renting our home near Nanimo and Hastings, on the bike route. Both the upstairs and downstairs suites are available for October 1, 2012. UPDATE Sept. 7. The downstairs suite is rented but the upstairs is available.
It’s a quiet neighbourhood (no traffic noise.)
Safe for kids.
Kind, responsible neighbours all around.
Local elementary school is Garibaldi Annex with an intimate, caring K-4 program and an innovative homelearning program.
Walk the back lane’s and see how generations of families have grown food in the city.
Fabulous local food shopping and restaurants along Hastings St.
About the house:
New drainage in 2006.
New roof in 2005.
Heating and insulation upgrade complete by October 1st, 2012.
Full of perennial food (raspberries, currants, gooseberries etc) asparagus, rhubarb herbs, flowers and art/craft materials. Care of garden will be negotiated between us as landlords and residents of both suites depending on interest level. There’s lots of room for annual vegetable gardens.
About the suites:
Upstairs: $1450 plus 60% utilities
Kitchen and private back deck face south over the backyard. Front yard patio.
Freshly painted this summer.
Gas Fireplace in living room
Storage closet on main floor plus overflow in downstairs laundry room.
Downstairs $1050 plus 40% utilities
New floor in living room.
Note: ceilings are 8 ft in living areas but shower in bathroom is 6.5 ft.
Private patio onto the back garden
Big closets in both bedrooms plus unheated 35ft2 storage room (good for root cellar!)
Interested? Call 604-707-0337 and ask for Keira.
It’s been a doozy of a month for many I love. We met Jacinda and Leon and their baby Maddy when Harry was a baby. We live close, we celebrate our milestones and holidays together. Maddy slept over the night her sister Phoebe was born and we went to meet her together, just a few hours after she arrived.
We live far away from our families and that’s only possible with friends like these. They bring the joy. And endless practical help.
A fire broke out at their house, started in the dryer. Jacinda was sound asleep but woke up, feeling hot. She looked out the window to flames and screamed “FIRE!”
Maddy flew down from upstairs, Jake and Leon grabbed the girls, whatever coats they could from the front door and escaped to the street. They watched as flames engulfed their home and all their belongings.
Fire trucks arrived, blocking their car, and so they ran up the street to us. As we would have done.
We got through the first few days, alternately giddy with relief and shell-shocked. Offers of help came from near and far and most of our activity, once our school community and their extended family met their immediate needs, was answering the phone and emails of all those who love them.
One of Jacinda’s hand-crafted Soul Sisters on a bed or rosehips, harvested last fall from their wild and lovely garden
The next wave of support rolled in. Tawny, one of the many fabulous souls they’ve introduced me to over the last 9 years, set up a website with a list of their needs to get re-established. It’s a wiki, a website that we can all edit. So we can add in what we can share and they can keep track of the needs that are being met. It takes a lot of help to start again.
Here it is: http://oldales.wikispaces.com/
p.s. The title of this post is borrowed from Jane Rule’s great novel: After the Fire
I hope you cross paths with it someday.
I saw a swarm of mosquitoes hovering today
flying in drunk tired circles
stupid in the late season
There’s breeding ground a-plenty:
garbage can lids under pots of earth,
overflowing with rain water
mini ponds in low, sodden footprints
but I tracked them to a crack in the lid of 5 gallon plastic juice bucket
Inside a stinking brew of weeds
water rich green, primordial soup
I remember now: a splash of olive oil on top of the weed tea prevents this
Tip it over, wave goodbye, no tears at the
mosquito graveyard (where the garlic grew)
There’s death in the garden. I’m always murdering something when I’m out there. Slugs get it the worst. Right through their soft bellies with a sharp stick. I don’t show much mercy to aphids and their nasty leaf-sucking ways either.
However, it’s all hand to hand combat and I don’t focus. I’m opportunistic and lazy. I’m picking greens for dinner or throwing a bit of mulch around, thinking peaceful garden thoughts (or anxious thoughts about money or bored considerations of what to make for dinner) and then GWAH HA HA…!
What I need are more predators. Garden snakes eat slugs. They’d be more consistently motivated. But it’d take some doing to get a habitat corridor going in this neighbourhood that would support a snake population. A snake learning party? Invites all done up with skull and cross-bones with a big X through the slug? T-shirt tie-in?
Gardening, from a permaculture perspective anyway, gets you thinking about sex and death pretty much all the time. A permaculture garden provides the setting for a frenzy of fucking, birthing, eating and dying. (I liked when farmer, story-teller Michael Ableman said last year at his talk in North Van that we we are missing the boat trying to interest people in sustainable farming by talking about health and abundance etc: it’s SEX, SEX, SEX all the time people. But then again, you start with sex, you get to death and in that little human conundrum there lies the story of how we got to the hyper-controlled rows of veggies jacked up on fertilizers.)
I spent yesterday’s late afternoon out there in the end of September sun; warm enough for bare skin, humming the same song over and over, like an am transistor radio in the 70’s
Do you realize
that everyone you know
someday will die
and instead of saying all of your goodbyes
let them know you realize that life goes fast its hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
it’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning around
The Flaming Lips know what’s up. They share it generously with balloons and confetti and smoke and LOUD, BEAUTIFUL noise. I loved hearing the new Embryonic songs live and loved, loved that Steph was there with me. We’ve been listening to new music together since we met in grade 9 but its been a million years since we’ve been able to go to a gig together.
It was perfect- well a drink or two would have made for more unrestrained dancing but as Wayne points out there’s trade-offs to the Malkin Bowl. You get to rock out in a forest cathedral but they kick you out at 10 and don’t serve booze. Isn’t that just like real life.
Thank-you Flaming Lips for another magic show in our forest, in the heart of Vancouver. ’til we meet again, in the meantime, I discovered you’re all on twitter…
I am pulled into my back. Nubs of wings want to sprout.
It fucking hurts to grow wings out of this calcified chest cage.
Pushing, through flesh, wounded thin at the surface. Sap oozes, trickles down and pools, a little ocean, a salty bath for all the micro-organisms living in the small of my back.
The body absorbs.
The sea evaporates and is renewed,
one inch less.
Millions live, millions die. This goes on for a long time.
The salt tang, the liquid pooling, the body absorbing,
water sliding, sap oozing, forming eddies.
Taste snaps me back: this is a spiral pulling in on itself.
Something vital is being drained while I lie, face down in this cool, sunlit room. Rest does not follow this waiting.
There is a depth,
and a wide open sky,
a golden field stretching to horizons.
I need to walk it. On and on, through the day, sipping water, warmer than my breath, little laps to make it last.
Ahhhh, another blast in the middle of my mouth, stretching me thin into a wisp of cloud.
Vapour calls to vapour, clouds coalesce, densify
and rain over me,
my naked body, lying flat on a field of rape yellow, blue flax in my mind’s eye,
tongue out, waiting to receive.
I heard from a couple of neighbours that they have “known” about the London Drugs expansion for a long time. The office of our MLA, Shane Simpson, says they’ve been aware of plans since 2007.
London Drugs corporate headquarters wouldn’t deny there were plans to expand, but emphasized there was nothing “in writing”.
There is no formal development application as of yet. I hope that global economic melt-down means that plans like this will also magically melt away. But the strategy to clear the block of long-term tenants like Tevere Deli is obviously going ahead. When their leases are up, the rent is raised beyond the point that existing businesses can afford.
New businesses have been offered short-term leases, and are all aware that some kind of future development is coming. Whether that’s London Drugs taking over the block all the way down the Bank of Montreal, or London Drugs paired with an IGA grocery isn’t clear because nothing about this process is transparent.
Why in a global recession would you want to get rid of a great, little business like Tevere Deli? Perhaps because once long-term tenants are gone, and new tenants’ short-term leases expire, the opposition to upcoming development plans is crippled and the way is cleared for expansion.
I’ve put in a call to the city to find out more about our community planning process and will share that information here.
Ultimately we as residents and small businesses and folks who work at organizations in the neighbourhood have to ask ourselves where we want to live and work? Do we want a neighborhood that supports small, local businesses? One in which small business compete and co-exist with franchises and mother corporations? Or do we give the place over completely, as so many other communities have?
There is a cost. Main streets can and do die. I grew up in suburbia. I spent my 20’s on Vancouver Island when the big boxes sprouted up on the highways, destroying the downtowns. I lived near Broadway and Commercial as the small businesses left and the chains moved in. None of these places felt more safe, welcoming or prosperous as a result of the changes.
It’s bizarre to me, at a time when the business pages every morning give yet more stunning examples of the fragility of globalization and its accompanying money scams, that any of us still believe turning the block over to corporations would promise salvation from “seediness.”
I’m no more a fan of cheque-cashing businesses or pawn shops than most of my neighbours. They exist to exploit the poor. And clearly in Vancouver, where so many of us move too because of its beauty, we like things shiny and new, apparently prosperous. But when we dismiss it all as “seedy” we also dismiss viable businesses with dingy signs that reflect what a new Canadian without much start-up capital can achieve.
But it’s not our choice what businesses choose to expand, some say. Well, why not? We have community plans, even a “Visioning” committee for our neighbourhood through the city? Do we want more small businesses like Wheelhouse Seafoods where you can bump into a local farmer dropping the meat she raised herself, or more of London Drugs selling more cameras and small appliances, manufactured way outside of Canada?
I’m interested in creative ideas of how to express those choices, ideas and visions for our neighbourhood like the carrotmob actions where a network of consumers buy products in order to reward businesses who are making the most socially responsible decisions. I’m following the work of entrepreneurs like Toby Barazzuol of Eclipse Awards and the Strathcona Business Improvement Association in the Downtown Eastside who spends time meeting with arts groups, and building green rooves to grow food, as a way of revitalizing his neighbourhood for business and residents alike.
More ideas please!