Again

So there I am, Friday night, Playing hockey in soaking cold hockey equipment. It only took a couple lengths of the rink before it appeared that I was sweating. The heavy equipment added a couple of pounds to my gear. SO, there I was couple of lengths later, sweating my bag off...

I joined the team not even aware that there was a goalie. I didnt know what positions were available. I love to play forward. I get to be balls deep in the offense, standing if front of the net. Trying to steal the puck from the defense, getting break aways, the most exciting part of the game.




So during the stretches we chat about whos playing D. The circle of guys start shouting out what they are playing, and its going in a circle, and I say "what ever." That is later on changed to D. Knowing I would get more ice time. I dont mind sitting back. Watching the cherry pickers, making the big poke checks, clearing the net of screens, making the occasional hip check.

Im still drying off my gear, its sitting outside in a drizzle of rain. I'll let it sit for a while longer, if it starts to clear up, it will dry. If not, Im going to have to find a tarp, or even put it in the car hold (garage for you non-simpsons watchers).





I love hockey, I dont care if Im watching the game and cheering for a team that no one likes. Or playing and scoring a hat trick.

Hockey is a great game!

No time to waste

I did it, caught the guarder belt...
Im tall, dark, athletic, and best of all single. What does this myth mean. Does this mean Im supposed to get married next.
I dont think so, Im just hoping it subliminally puts me in a mind set that gets me on track.
Marrige, its a life time commitment that says you love someone, want to spend your life with a person.
and ever since the dawn of time, people have rushed into marrige. The old ball and chain. over time the whole commitment has ment less and less with more people realizing they might have made a mistake, or in their minds they belive they will find a better realtionship with someone else. But really.
Married with children, they wake you up in the morning, might get you in a bad mood. you live with your spose. cabin fever sets in, what did i do.

This is going to happen to everyone...no matter what

Forgiveness and 2ed chances are what you are going to have to get use to. Arguments are going to happen, and you are going to have to realize that no 2 people are the same. Ideas have different angles, and a different point of view is not always bad.
Im still young and learning social patters, behaviours, and i will never fully understand the ladies thoughts...
I just hope to learn enough to get by

What makes hair stand up

I was watching a DVD set the other day. It was about sharks. This guy was swimming around with the great white sharks, and playing with them. Hanging off the dorsal fin. tickling the noses.



At one point in the show the shark he was playing with, got scared off, and the swimmer (AKA the shark man) didnt know why. All of a sudden a shark about twice the size he was playing with was curious what he was, and started to bump him.

This made my hair stand.
Why?

Last day of summer

Im pretty sure today was the last nice day of the summer.

Iv been waiting for this for a couple of weeks, and I seized every ray of sun I could.


Next up.

-40...without the wind chill...



ready or not, here I come

Relative

When Im woken up in the morning, I wonder what time it is. Some times I get to close my eyes, not worry about when I have to get dressed, eat, and run out the door to try and be on time for work.

All my alarms are on time for me to respond accordingly.

These alarms are not limited to when I am unaware of the time. Some alarms are triggered by other peoples actions.

I keep a close watch on my toast. I dont like toast to browned. I like a soft middle with the surface of the bread just turning brown. The time varies from the size of the toaster, to the size of the bread. Time varies.



When I bike. I like challenging obstacles. With a full suspension bike this makes the balancing of myself magnified. I can slowly pedal over steep slopes, and plan my way without having to stop. But if I ever foresee myself getting stuck I try to stop myself before getting shot over the handle bars. But if I know im getting shot over, I let go of the bike, and try to land without injuries. Time only is relivent becase of the time it takes me to realize my situation.




As I was driving to Yellowknife, coming from rea edzo. I pass the airport to my right. Its a smaller airport. As I pass it I come up to the intersection of the old airport road, and the road that I can take to Ingram trail. I go stright, but I realize the person at the stop sign doesnt know I am even here. If you dont know this intersection, its a T- shaped intersection. So the person is taking a left. and Im to his left. but he doesnt look left. And begins to turn. I swerve into the left lane. face incomeing traffic. and quickly swerve back to my lane, barly missing the truck i would have had a head on collision with, and barly missing the truck i would have t boned. I swear and cuse at all the drivers here in Yellowknife. they all suck

Faster!

Extra dimensions? Iv read that People have found an extra dimension by imploding 2 protons by ramming them together, both traveling nearly light speed.



They say since matter is getting dissolved into fragments so small we can detect its pressence, its no longer there and must have traveling into an other dimension.

Im on the skeptical side.

Try hit 2 semi trucks together, both traveling at light speed and see what happens, i bet its like a bomb and everything gets shattered.





But then again, what do I know

perspective

Socially I see myself like a Comeleon. I can easly fit into different situations. I like experencing different cultures, I like to taste change.
but there is one social change Iv been confused over.

also, Im not a married man, Never been engaged.

So I dont know all of the views from what Im about to write about.

When I see 2 people at a wedding I see 2 people deeply in love with each other. Merging two family's together into 1.

This happens more today then ever in history.

The bride keeps her last name.

This can create an image of conflict. A individual in the family, separate from her kids, and spouse. Not merging with the family. But simply living with. Socially independent.

This is what I see.

what is the full story? Do these brides fear of leaving their family? Do they not really want to be married? and this was easyer then saying no? Is it a hassel changing your last name? Does it seem like an escape route, just incase?

So much to say

Have you ever called into work, not ill, not going to the doctors, just going to watch tv, take afternoon naps, and maybe go to the gym?

Have you ever been in a camp, surrounded by other co-workers. Ill, tired, should be going to a doctor, but find your self sweating, dehydrated, and exhausted from working for 12 hours?

When you went to school, did you have teachers that were specialized in their subjects. Have activities in your neighborhood, and police focusing on traffic because its the only crimes.

When you walked to school, did you have street lights? Could you scare away the stray dogs? Hear gun shoots? Was their a bus system? and after school, were their any school sports? Coaches?

Did your mother breast feed you? Could you remember the first time you didnt use training wheels? Have a super hero? When you were first walked, did your parents take pictures?

Did your parents use drugs? Could they pay for rent? Did they work more then 1 job? Did you receive an allowance? Did you go on vacations? Move often? Did your parents beat you?




How well off are you?

Trails, paths, roads, and highways

I have seen a lot of roads, trails, express ways, and paths.

When a river makes its way to the ocean, it creates a habitat that can either be full of life and wonder. Or can be a short and so rough that its nearly impossible for life to flourish. But in both cases life is present. Life is always changing. Its a law of life that is out of my control. Adapting to its environment.

Rough Rivers smoothing the beds of rock it passes, tumbling smaller jagged rocks to baby bum smooth stones, cutting its way over time into large bends, creating "s" patterns in the crust of the earth. Always creating a straighter, gradual, way down.






These paths that are created by nature.

Paths created by humans are meant for travel. Almost like rivers, point a, connecting to point b.

The more populated areas have a grid of paths connecting to every possible area within the grid. paths become roads, roads become highways, highways become express ways.

These changes happen over time. Time helping the colonization of an area.




Paths also have a different meaning to humans. The path of good, a nun helping the sick. Evil, terrorists killing the weak to gain strength off the fearful. Wealthy, the hard worker saving money to retire young. Poverty, the poor trying to survive in a harsh world.

All paths are created for a reason, and changed for a purpose.

I am following a path that I have created, its a path molded and shaped by my experiences. I dont know what is around the next bend, but I do know I am paving the way there. I can choose my way, and directions are an option in the roads of life.

Broken Thoughts

In the last week, Iv had to many random memories, ideas, and possibilities that its filled my mind of loose ends.




In the second year of working in the oil patch, I got blinded by time. When you work a 2-1 rotation, you are mainly at work. Working in a surrounding that could change for the worse without a warning. Of course there are some warnings if you are trained and watching for them. But to the majority of people, you arnt watching for them. You are keeping busy, sweating, moving, appearing like you work for your money. And I would say for the majority of people, we were under payed. The chemicals that we work with are highly toxic, leading to short lives, or fatal injuries that can happen. These are situations that should not be taking lightly. But I had fun while I wasnt working, I had a crew that meshed into a good group of buds. After work we would take the crew truck and find a random spot in the woods, make a fire, and drink our misery away.




I grew up in the north. Very high north. Most people in Canada dont know the town, or area. Cambridge Bay, Nunavut. Hell most immigents dont even know that Nunavut is a terrioty. 6 years ago I applied for my visa over the phone, and the person clearly of a asian decent that was taking my application. She asked what town I resided in, "Cambridge Bay" I responded. She followed that up with, what provence, "Nunavut" I respond. She held the microphone and all i heard was a muffle. I remember for 15 minutes I explained that Nunavut was a terrioty, not a different country And i eventially had to talk to her supervisor and all it took was,
Supervisor - "Hello sir, what is the problem"
Me "Im trying to explain where I am living in canada to this person"
Supervisor "and where is that?"
me "In Cambridge Bay, Nunavut"
Supervisor "oh im sorry, that terriotoy isnt in our data base yet, and this person you were talking to is new to Canada"

DUH!


Time is the ultimate base of all things. Its never ending. With every second goes by, Everything gets older. Photos and videos are memories that are captured. Most of the time these are the ones most of us remember, only because we are constantly reminded. But these are not the most enjoyed memories. For the most part the times I've enjoyed, I was so busy with excitement that I didn't even think of taking a camera with me, or sper of the moment activites that you cant plan taking a picture.

Heaven on earth?

Morning fog always creeped me out. As it would roll back onto the ocean it always felt like it was hiding something that was escaping. It happened everyday but I mean, really, there are so many radars and technology advances to find a boat on the ocean, that it just would make a cool surrounding till the sun came out and misted the fog away.



























Then again, what about the spirit world where some say at the break of dawn if you look close enough you see everyone that has died dancing away on the water. Was this fog the arms of encouragement that brought them to the ocean tops? And what about hell? Is it the depths of the darkest oceans?

Heinz Beans - 57 Varieties

So there I was, with a can of beans. It was the last thing I had to eat, till I had to live off the berries I could find in the area. Who knew that my gas reading was wrong when I left the harbor. Its not something you think about to check before getting your boat all set to go across the sea.

So there I was on a rocky beach that I eventually hit, with my last can of beans.



I looked for this exact can. This was it. 13.7 oz. of beans, that could last me a week if I saved it right.

wrong thing to do I guess

I didnt see him coming. Something this large you would think so, he took me from my right leg. Tore with his teeth from the belt line of my pants, just under my belly button, a line right to the middle of my quad muscles with one quick jerk. And broke my back with a swipe to my head with his left paw.

But I wasnt what he smelt. No it was the hienz beans he was after, he quickly let me go after tasting the sweat, and jeans i was wearing the last 3 days.


I didnt blame the bear, thous were dame good beans. I was left alone after the bear ate my beans. A chopper looking for me witnessed the whole thing. They scared the bear and brought me to a hospital. It only took 2 hours.

The doctor said I lost alot of blood and barely missed my main arteries, Im lucky to be here.

Bristal pit

There it was, the pit shaped from past bikers. An old shovel left at the top of the hill, possibly left there for others like me to reshape jumps, make a jump, or other possibilities.

http://cityexplorer.yellowknife.ca/imf-aims51/imf.jsp?site=yk_maps

I ended up here alone. At the top of the hill its super unquiet. Next to the pit there's an airport that isn't the busiest, but enough planes flying around to be to noisy to live in the area. Rolling down the hill I realized I forgot my helmet. uh oh. oh well. I roll up to the jumps cautious at first. testing the loose gravel trying to make paths i would take. I need to get used to speed i tell my self, and air.

So i take the biggest jump to get used to it all. First Jump, perfect. Rear wheel lands first and I gain more confidence in my riding skillz.




Walk back up the hill watching a herc take off right above me. The night earlier I saw on the news, a plane tried to take off but failed and killed 150 people on board. This pit would be the worst place to be in the same situation.

The next ride down I put my self in the situation I didn't want to be in, riding down in the same path of a stream, and my front tire locks into it. I miss my turn, and since I'm getting used to speed, I'm going pretty quickly the wrong way. fuck

I'm heading for the big jump, totally mess it up.

Scratched up arms, knees, tweek my previously dislocated finger, but the head is fine, I know how to take a fall...i think

I get back up, make sure the bike is ok, push it back up. Throw my sweater back on. Maybe an other day