rude awakenings

Instead of mindless expansion we should be expanding our minds. Finding solutions to stop our pollution, to reduce our waste. But we all chase after money and pointless things. Thinking they'll bring us happiness, or self worth. But it's the earth that pays for all the shit we throw away. Make take use, and it's garbage in just a day. But it doesn't just disappear. It's all still here, clogging the Earth's pores with eyesores of giant piles of trash. Every last diaper you've ever crapped in, is still trapped in a landfill. and it'll still be there long after we're gone. Where did we go wrong? When did we split off the evolutionary tree and plant ourselves in the soils of skewed priorities? Working to stay alive, working our nine to five as if the blood that fills our veins is made of money. And I find it funny, when we need air to breathe and this is supplied by trees, we clear cut our forests to build up our factories. We make junk to make a buck, b

This is my message, this is my fight Living the life of the environmentalist's plight. Harper calls us radicals, stops us in our tracks And when we need him most, he simply turns his back. Searching for money, searching for self-worth Building up his ego at the downfall of the Earth.

The Taylor Cochrane band is going in a new direction: quartet with Taylor on random stringed instruments, Scottie White on contrabass and guitar, Luke on accordion piano and clarinet, and kim on backing vocals and various percussion. And let me tell you, it's pretty damn AWESOME

It's funny, how things like this can happen in nature. How does a tree go about growing out of the side of another? I love this planet.

I feel like this blog has gotten too ranty.  I use this site as a vessel for my madness, a place to place my baggage, forgetting that people read this. So now my plan is to change it up a bit. Add more pictures, write only small thoughts So stay tuned! :)

I feel a transformation has taken place. I've spent the past two weeks as a new person. I went on a glorious vacation to the west coast with my soul mate, and had ten days of wonderful adventure. Though it was far from problem-free,  I hardly cared. We took my grandparents' '91 Winnebago, at it was a bet of a piece. The pipe to the muffler broke on the first day, and so every time we accelerated, people would stare in wonder at this crazy loud beast ripping down the street. As well, there were three switches that needed to be on in order for her to start, which caused us some stress in Victoria when she wouldn't start. we had gotten her towed only to realize one of the switches was turned off! But regardless of getting rear ended, getting stuck in the mud at a remote cabin and having the alternator die on our way home, it was still a great trip. We handled each adversity that came our way with cool grace, never getting stressed, and always looking at the positives.