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Strange Twist of Dates

A Strange Twist of Dates

A Strange Twist of Dates Feb 3 Life is just so freaking strange sometimes.  It is just a strange twist of dates… Right now in my life, I am at the farm in Big Beaver, and I am trying to get all of my journals moved from paper books that they are and typed out on my laptop.  I have 17 journals that I have written every single day for the past 10 years, and it takes me about four...

Cuban Scooter Heist

The Cuban Scooter Heist

The Cuban Scooter Heist Jan 15 Bean and I are a lot.  That is becoming clear… Bean says that we are the guys in the books that everyone else is reading about here on their vacation.  That is probably a very accurate assessment. The day really began when we were trying to track down a car to rent at Starfish, our resort.  We walked into a tiny air conditioned shack in the resort parking lot where a man was leaning...

The Postcard

The Postcard Barrel

The Postcard Barrel 18 September An amazingly cool thing happened today.  Well, it all goes back a couple of months.  Today ties to a day in late June when I was on Isla Floreana in the Galapagos.  I wrote this from that time….   “The post office ‘barrel’ has existed since the 1800’s and it is where ships used to leave mail they wanted delivered.  If you stopped at the beach where Bahia Post Office was located on your way...

Waskatenau – Finding a Job But Wanting a Statue

Waskatenau – Finding a Job But Wanting a Statue

Waskatenau – Finding a Job But Wanting a Statue. September 17. I awoke this morning to a man calling me to give me job.  That is bittersweet.  I need to job as I need to make money and have enough to get out of the Canadian Freezer before the cold swallows up my will to go on, but jobs just do not really suit me….  They say that a man should never do what he is good at for free,...

A Fantastically Strange Message

Waskatenau – A Fantastically Strange Message and My Mental Difficency

September 16. A Fantastically Strange Message. I received a message in my Big Beaver Diaries inbox today that threw me for a mental loop.  My mother is one of 8 brothers and sisters from a mix-matched family of parents who divorced in the ultra conservative 1950’s.  I often wonder how society viewed divorcees at that time…  My grandparents were undoubtedly seen as despicable sinners by that society.  Both of those grandparents remarried and had more children.  That made it so...

15 September – Sylvan Lake to Waskatenau – Time Warp

Sylvan Lake to Waskatenau – Time Warp

Sylvan Lake to Waskatenau – Time Warp. 15 September. I was awake at 2:45am.  My alarm was set for 4:45am.  I wanted those two hours of a coma sleep, but my body would not agree to such a plan.  I think it is because I have been partying until 4am nearly every day since about December and my body was truly confused about how I put it to rest at 10pm.  I think it thought the rest was just a...

Sylvan Lake: Domesticity, Child Caring and Bearing

Sylvan Lake: Domesticity, Child Caring and Bearing

Sylvan Lake: Domesticity, Child Caring and Bearing. September 14.  I got this message from my friend Jan today.  This entertained me very much; “Anyway I thought you might get a kick out of this… on my Mac my favourites board contains 12 websites. I don’t know if you are familiar with the favourites board but as soon as I click on the internet my homepage consists of my 12 favourite pages in smaller view. But you can still see what’s...

Penhold, Bentley, and Sylvan Lake

Penhold, Bentley, and Sylvan Lake

Penhold, Bentley, and Sylvan Lake. September 13. Penhold parade took place today.  I spent most of the parade racing Kellen for candy that was thrown from cars.  The parade was more about politics than anything else.  It disappointed me.  Where are the cool cars?  Where are the floats?  Here is the Liberal Party representative.  Here is the NDP party representative.  Here is the PC party representative.  Here is the town secretary…  Good thing there was candy to buy the children’s...

Penhold: Pepperoni Hamburgers in a Haunted House

Penhold: Pepperoni Hamburgers in a Haunted House

Penhold: Pepperoni Hamburgers in a Haunted House. September 11.   After a late start because of a little lady’s illness last night, Travis and I left Penhold and went to Red Deer to buy diapers and beer.  That is quite a combination.  I tried carrying the diapers and felt that it was bad luck so I had Travis carry them instead.  Some things just do not look right on me.  Perhaps one day I will have to buy diapers.  Maybe...

Sundre to Penhold: A Cool Trifecta

Sundre to Penhold: A Cool Trifecta

Sundre to Penhold: A Cool Trifecta. September 10.  Maybe I am not supposed to be a writer and maybe my path in life is to bring old friends together…people who have not seen each other in many years.  Today was a trifecta of awesome. Priscilla cooked bacon and hash-brown cuisine for breakfast and we started out day.  A snowy day. This is an absurd amount of snow outside.  It is like January out there and it is just out of...

Sundre: What the Cowgirls Do

Sundre: What the Cowgirls Do

Sundre: What the Cowgirls Do. September 9.   You can really dig through your past when you spend time with someone you grew up with that you have really seen in about 25 years.  It takes a little while for conversations and characters to flow naturally as you show each other who you are today.  Then you just feel so proud of what the other has become with their life. Priscilla and I spent the morning looking at pictures of...

Regina to Sundre: A Gal I Grew Up With

Regina to Sundre: A Gal I Grew Up With

Regina to Sundre: A Gal I Grew Up With. September 8. Coincidences are cool.  A couple of days ago when Bean, Fiona, her parents and I were in Montana’s Cookhouse, I ran into a friend from home named Lynette.  She told me she had been visiting our friend Priscilla Tames who was down.  I grew up with Priscilla.  When they sold their farm my brother bought it.  We were like family as kids. I called Priscilla and jumped in her...

Regina – Sex at Dawn - Part II

Regina – Sex at Dawn – Part II

September 7. Life is quieter in Regina than I ever remember it being.  I guess that is due to aging process?  In any case it has given me time to read, a luxury I do not seem to have enough time to enjoy.  So, I am back to ‘Sex at Dawn – The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality.’  This is Part II of fascinating things on sexuality through the ages. Sex at Dawn – The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality...

Regina: All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down...

Regina: ♫All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down…♫

Regina: ♫All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down…♫ September 6.   Fiona’s parents came to town today.  So, a girl from Scotland who I met in New Orleans who came to Big Beaver, who fell in love with my friend and moved to Regina, had her parents come to visit her.  Bean and I had met them in Glasgow in January, so it was interesting to see them in Regina.  From what I have seen, Fiona and her parents seem...

Regina – Beer Dog

Regina – Beer Dog

Regina – Beer Dog. September 5 Beaner told me that stench is added to propane because it is actually odourless.  That is my interesting fact of the day.  I wonder how it was agreed on what the international stench added would smell like.  Perhaps someone create a smell and everyone said, “This scent furthermore will represent propane and will never represent anything else.  Hereto, all propane processed on earth will have this specific smell added to its gastric compound.”  That...

Regina – Sex at Dawn - Part II

Regina – Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality

Sept 4 It was a lazy one today.  Most of it was spent most of it reading.  This blog entry is a little different as I have taken some very interesting parts out a book called, ‘Sex at Dawn – The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality.’  These are just some fascinating things that I read that should be shared! Sex at Dawn – The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality Christopher Ryan, PhD, and Cacilda Jethá, MD. Published by ‘free-eBooks.net’  ...

Regina: Checking the Oil

Regina: Checking the Oil

Regina: Checking the Oil. September 3. Today was time for a full STI check.  I call it checking the oil.  I have no concerns.  It is just time to have the oil checked.  I showed up at the Regina Qu’Appelle Health Clinic as a ‘walk-in.’  Time to look under the hood.  I was the last guy to get in for checking the oil.  A pretty girl about my age took me into her office.  I have always thought about how...

Regina: Potential Broken Gl-asses

Regina: Potential Broken Gl-asses

Regina: Potential Broken Gl-asses. September 2.  Dan told me that one time he was in Bismark, North Dakota.  He was filling up with gas and realized that he could save $0.04 a gallon if he was part of the armed forces.  So, when he went in to pay, he showed the person behind the counter his ‘Safeway’ club card.  He told them that it was his card because he is part of the armed forces in Canada.  That saved him...

Regina: Road Tripping with Two of My Favorite Allies...

Regina: ♫Road Tripping with Two of My Favorite Allies…♫

Regina: ♫Road Tripping with Two of My Favorite Allies…♫ September 1.   A welder friend of Dan’s told him that metal in the 1980’s was way better than it is today.  The metal that is made today is not very good.  That is interesting because he could be talking about music. Dan, Bean, Fiona and I went road tripping to Parry to Bean’s farm to drop off a truck load of things he has collected that he calls ‘treasures’ and...

Big Beaver to Regina: Labour Day Party

Big Beaver to Regina: Labour Day Party

Big Beaver to Regina: Labour Day Party. August 31. 5:20am is too early for any human to have to be awake.  But I had to tie up a few loose ends with packing before dad drove me to meet Travis and Kellen at the Harptree grid just south of Bengough.  I said goodbye to pa and then Travis and I had an awesome visit all the way to Regina.  It is very nice to be around him. In Bengough at...

Big Beaver: Clown Costume Aftermath.

Big Beaver: Clown Costume Aftermath

Big Beaver: Clown Costume Aftermath. August 30.   Showing up for a party at night in clothing fit for a clown is fun.  Waking up the next day hung over and realizing that you will have to put the clown costume clothes on again to get home is a lousy feeling.  It is awful to feel terrible and have to battle though the day in such apparel.  It limits what you are willing to do.  There was no way I...

Coronach: Old Boys Club

Coronach: Old Boys Club

Coronach: Old Boys Club. August 29.   It was quite a day as a farmer.  I walked over the hills through the pasture with a .22 rifle in search of gophers to hunt, but there are none around.  I walked for a mile and a half through the pasture to the field where my brother and my father are working and I never shot a bullet.  I collected a cow-skull though, so the walk was not futile. My brother Matt...

Big Beaver: Harvest Time

Big Beaver: Harvest Time

Big Beaver: Harvest Time. August 28.   It is harvest time and I am a farmer again.  Not a great one, but a farmer once again…for a couple of days. Chad made breakfast this morning and I headed back to the farm for harvest time in Big Beaver.  The main combine broke down last night but my very handy brother had everything fixed today and we finally got out into the field by 4pm.  We are combining peas.  Dad is running...

Bengough: Motocross Awesome-Sauce

Bengough: Motocross Awesome-Sauce

Bengough: Motocross Awesome-Sauce. August 27. Becoming a farm-kid again is a transition that seems natural, but in a way it is a slow process.  I am out of practice and out of farm-kid shape.  I have the calluses of a writer. In the evening I went to see my friend Chad in Bengough.  I got to his house and he had two motocross bikes in his garage.  I couldn’t resist.  I spent about 15 years on bikes like those, but...

Big Beaver – Something in the Air

Big Beaver – Something in the Air

Big Beaver – Something in the Air. Aug 26. Something crazy is going on… My friend Fiona is from Scotland and I met her in New Orleans, Louisiana.  She ended up in Regina, Saskatchewan, because when we were partying in New Orleans in June of last year, I invited her and her friend to our family centennial farm party in Big Beaver, Saskatchewan.  Unbelievably, her and her friend came.  At our farm centennial, Fiona met my friend Beaner, lust overtook...

Big Beaver: Money, Whores and a Fake Passport

Big Beaver: Money, Whores and a Fake Passport

Big Beaver: Money, Whores and a Fake Passport. August 25. I wrote an email to my friend Rhett a couple of days ago asking him to send me his phone number. He sent it to me and when I looked at it the last four digits ‘9969’ looked unfamiliar to me. I have had his phone number a couple of times before and I had nearly remembered what it looked like. Somehow 9969 confused me. I sent him a text...

Big Beaver: Rain Rain Rain and My Entertaining Father

Big Beaver: Rain Rain Rain and My Entertaining Father

Big Beaver: Rain Rain Rain and My Entertaining Father. August 24.   The rain will not let up.  There has been three inches of consistent dreary rain… Mike woke me up, brought me a glass of water, fed me pancakes and Pizza Pops and then drove me home through the slop.  It was great to spend time with him. I got home and visited with dad and Pat.  I like to be around them.  I like to tease Pat with...

Coronach: Universal Thoughts with Mike

Coronach: Universal Thoughts with Mike

Coronach: Universal Thoughts with Mike. August 23.   It is raining like crazy here.  There is far too much rain.  The earth here is saturated.  It has been two days of rain, at a lousy time.  Had the sun been shining my family would be in the fields harvesting.  I wish that was happening as I would like to be a part of that while I am home. I spend the day with dad and then Michael came to pick...

Big Beaver: The Guy I Was When I Left

Big Beaver: The Guy I Was When I Left

Big Beaver: The Guy I Was When I Left. August 22.   Today I got up to work on a few things and when dad got home from coffee in town we went to work on his truck.  We got under the hood and changed the water-pump on the engine of the truck.  I was once again be the guy I was when I left Canada.  It took us three hours.  It has been many years since I did any...

Big Beaver: Slipping into my Old Self

Big Beaver: Slipping into my Old Self

Big Beaver: Slipping into my Old Self. August 21. I got up this morning to a stack of mail on my dresser old.  I am probably the only person may age in Canada with his high school bedroom basically untouched.  I went through my mail and thanked people for Christmas cards that I just received now. My plan was to only be home for a few days but I will likely be home for a couple of weeks.  There are...

Regina to Big Beaver: Home, Home on the Range

Regina to Big Beaver: Home, Home on the Range

Regina to Big Beaver: Home, Home on the Range. August 20.  When I woke up this morning I had no idea where I was initially.  Then I realized I was in Bean’s bed.  I heard Steve moving around.  I remembered Kelly saying last night that she was going to cook us waffles in the morning.  Steve sent her a message and we went over for an awesome breakfast.  It is really nice to be home.  I had no idea how...

New York City to Regina – Aguardiente in Canadiana

New York City to Regina: Aguardiente in Canadiana

New York City to Regina – Aguardiente in Canadiana. August 19. A little over an hour of sleep is not enough.  I require more.  I got out of bed, grabbed my backpack, said goodbye to Julia and her cat and headed for the airport.  I would have liked to have spent a lot more time in that bed.  Julia is pretty, has an amazing body, is a great person to spend time with and has a laugh that will recharge...

New York City: New York Blues

New York City: New York Blues

New York City: New York Blues. August 18.   I found a little mischief this morning and then made my goodbyes to Irmante and Anne.  Good girls.  Good girls to spend time with.  I packed my bag at their house and went to leave their house.  They have a chubby housemate who Irmante refers to as ‘Sperm-whale’ who a couple of weeks ago went into their bedroom and stole valium tablets and then later stole $40.  I was very cold...

New York City: Manhattan Free Walking Tour

New York City: Manhattan Free Walking Tour

New York City: Manhattan Free Walking Tour. August 17. A Manhattan free walking tour is much less interesting than you might think.  It is a lot of talk about millionaires and billionaires and how much money they have and the buildings they made, and how they left $20 million to their dog when they died.  And there I was yesterday, spending an extra hour on the internet to save $26 on my plane ticket by using all of the internet...

New York City – German Nearly Official US Language

New York City – German Nearly Official US Language

German Nearly Official US Language. August 16. Imagine…  It was close.  German Nearly Official US Language.  Imagine how different the world would be today had that been the case.  Think of the wars… I was told recently that the United States of America had a vote when the country was being formed as to which language they would speak in the country; English or German.  There were nearly as many German immigrants as English at that time.  A language vote...

New York City: Friendship Comets Colliding

New York City: Friendship Comets Colliding

New York City: Friendship Comets Colliding. August 15. Not a lot of things in life feel as cool as having people from different waves of your life meet, hit it off and bond like old friends themselves.  In the dictionary it is one of the four definitions for the word ‘Awesomeness.’  It is in those moments when you find your friendship comets colliding! Irmante and I got out of the house late and went to the High Line, a park...

New York City – Jeff Koon Three Meter Porn

New York City – Jeff Koon Three Meter Porn

New York City – Jeff Koon Three Meter Porn. August 14. Irmante was very sick today.  She did not feel like moving.  But we got her going.  Her hangovers are nothing to be desired. She took me to the Whitney Museum of American Art to the Jeff Koon exhibition.  I have never seen anything quite like it before.  There was a lot of sex involved in it including three meter tall canvas photos of Jeff Koon having sex with his porn...

New York City: North American Ground

New York City: North American Ground

New York City: North American Ground. August 13.   The size of the human beings in North America is always a surprise for me every time I return to this continent. I caught the subway from JFK airport in New York City to Manhattan and the enormity of the people is disturbing.  It is an issue that is going to need to be addressed here in the future as people are not going to live long at that size.  On...

Cartagena: South American Exit

Cartagena: South American Exit

Cartagena: South American Exit. August 12. For days Marc and I have been talking about how we do not get hungover from Club Colombia beer because it is not very strong.  Today was a different day.  We had plans to go to Playa Blanca today, but I was too hungover and tired to be able to get out of bed at 8:30am.  When I opened my eyes again it was 11am.  Club Colombia cervesa finally got me. We had a...

Cartagena – One Last Ripper.

Cartagena – One Last Ripper

Cartagena – One Last Ripper. August 11. Riding a boat from Cartagena to Panama though the San Blas Islands sounds like a great time.  But, when you go to the meeting in the morning to find out about the crossing and there are two Aussie dudes, one old and one young, and an Aussie chick who is the girlfriend of the young one, and an older Japanese man who does not speak English at all and a gay man in...

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City. August 10.  The times they are a changing.  Marc and I said goodbye to Knut today as we headed from Santa Marta to Cartagena.  I liked hanging out with him. It took five and a half hours by local but to get from Santa Marta to Cartagena and then we had a tough time trying to find a hostel as the town seemed to be booked up.  We lucked out...

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta. August 9. Girls in Colombia have a huge party for their 15th birthday.  It is their biggest birthday of their lives and they dress as nicely as possible to be exceptionally pretty for that special night.  In Colombia, they say that an ugly woman is a woman who has never turned 15. Am I tired of Colombia or am I just tired of t fight for a fair price for everything...

Riohacha to Cabo de la Vela: Northernmost South America, Almost

Riohacha to Cabo de la Vela: Northernmost South America, Almost

Riohacha to Cabo de la Vela: Northernmost South America, Almost. August 8. The postal service in Colombia has been a pain in my ass.  I have had postcards I wanted to send out since I was in Bogota about three weeks ago.  A girl who worked in a hostel there told me where the post office was and drew it on a map for me.  I walked across town.  It was not there.  I asked someone else.  They send me...

Palomino to Riohacha – Breaking the Group

Palomino to Riohacha – Breaking the Group

Palomino to Riohacha – Breaking the Group. August 7. The Italian women said goodbye to us this morning with our American friend Julia.  I think Rosie was ready to leave us but Chiara did not really want to leave.  Those are two really awesome women that we had a great time with.  I will miss those girls. Marc, Knut and I caught a bus from Palomino to Riohacha at about 11am.  We found a crumbling hotel and got our own rooms...

Palomino: Pondering Relationships and Flings

Palomino: Pondering Relationships and Flings

Palomino: Pondering Relationships and Flings. August 6. It is crazy how far behind four days without internet can put me.  So I spent a lot of today laying in a hammock looking at the beach and catching up on life. Women are interesting creatures.  One day I think that quiet and shy ones like me because they like to have a leader, and then I meet a really outgoing woman and it turns out that she likes me because she...

Palomino

Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona to Palomino – Sandy Spots

Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona to Palomino – Sandy Spots Aug 5 Waking up in a hammock for two mornings in a row will give you sore shoulders.  It sure saves money to sleep that way though.  And saving money is necessary right now…  I ended up in this park with about $15 to my name because we were in such a hurry to catch our boat a couple of days ago that my hung over mind lost the ATM thoughts...

Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona: Bicycling

Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona: Bicycling

Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona: Bicycling. August 4. Life was a dandy of a beach all day.  That meant beer, sand and swimming.  Things can get worse, but I hope they never do. We met a couple from Portugal today.  They are Pedro and Sarah and they have been bicycling  south for 15 months.  They started in Boston in May of last year.  That must feel pretty good to tell people.  They have 9 months left until they need to make it...

Taganga to Tayrona National Park: A-holes

Taganga to Tayrona National Park: A-holes

Taganga to Tayrona National Park: A-holes. August 3.   I am turning into a mean person because of the pure alcoholism that has taken over my life since Marc arrived.  I told off a German girl who kept on slamming the dorm-room door while we were sleeping.  Then I challenged the massive Scottish guy who ran our hostel because I wanted a better price from him for the dorm for him not having internet for us for the two days...

Taganga Hookers, Transvestites, and Friends.

Taganga Hookers, Transvestites, and Friends

Taganga Hookers, Transvestites, and Friends. August 2. Hookers are funny.  That is a fact. We spent the day at Playa Grande, about a 20 minute hike from our hostel in Taganga.  Knut and I drank beer and swam while Marc went on a dive with the Dutch girls we were with last night.  In the evening the Italian girls joined us in the same club as we had been the night before.  I need to get better at picking up...