Nomadic Relativism

I wrote this a few years ago and turned it into a song with the help of the talented Mr. Paltrinieri. I keep going back to it because there is so much of it I can relate with.

Disconnected.
Infected.
Silence shattering this glass
All Across the earth

Falling trees
Empty woods
Silence of hungry voices
Make you cry for what it’s worth

Apathetic as we are
Empty souls are not looking
For a thing to do about this

Pack your gear it’s time to go
There’s nothing here left that you know
Infertile earth that is beneath
Our bruised and battered calloused feet

Ciao cheers farewell goodbye
Ciao cheers farewell goodbye
Ciao cheers farewell goodbye

If a boy cries in the desert
Village can you hear him
Make a sound

Hear no evil, I don’t speak it
Cold from the chilling woods
They never get out

Do you really wish to be
Warm from the salty earth
That is the trail

Pack your gear it’s time to go
There’s nothing here left that you know
Infertile earth that is beneath
Our bruised and battered calloused feet

Salmon Swimming Upstream

Not too much to report in terms of crazy adventures. The Kispiox Music Festival definitely exceeded my expectations in terms of size and overall ambiance. There are some extremely talented musicians in the Northern Central Lower Mainland; they seem to call this region by so many different names that it gets quite confusing. There are three groups that are worth mentioning because they stood out:

Los Gringos Salvajes
Blue Island Trio
Cousin Harley

Also, there was an artist working on a piece near the main stage who happened to be there at 3 am when I finished my volunteering shift. He was using fingerpaint on a poly tarp (kind of a plastic) and anyone could try it out. It was an enlightening experience, especially with a group of 4 genius guitarists jamming right next to us. The piece was constantly changing but I put some more pictures on Flickr.

In other news, I will be focussing on writing about certain issues surrounding energy equity in the next few posts since I feel like the personal adventures are not as frequent now that I'm actually doing work. That said, I have many ideas floating in my head that I will need to get out. Whether they make their way here is another story.

While speaking to my mom on the phone today, I realized that I am already beginning to lose my French. This is when the idea came to me that I should also write in French to keep my mind from turning uni-lingual. For my English readers, I will try to translate but you may want to do so yourself if I'm too lazy.

To keep the random train of thought going full steam ahead, I thought I should mention that we made the greatest dinner EVER tonight. A generous woman I met last week offered to give all five interns some free salmon that she caught last year. That free salmon swam its way into a dish of linguine alfredo with caramelized onions, mushrooms, red peppers, fresh green onions and tomatoes. It was, in one word, divine (enough for me to want to take a picture). Now we just need a name for the dish so leave your suggestions in the Comments section.

Hope your mouth is watering.