Monday, March 11, 2013

via Animal Defence League


The vote on the Federal Bill C-380 will most likely be March 28th. Send this on to everyone you can think of! Urgent action is needed.

Hon. Gerry Ritz office (Minister of Agriculture and Agri-Food) has requested that we ask everyone we know to e-mail, fax, or phone them and voice your opinions regarding Bill C-380 "Banning Shark Fin Trade Canada Wide". The receptionist is extremely polite and said they are taking all messages seriously and will vote accordingly on the 8th. CALL CALL CALL!!!! Here's the link with all of his contact information. Gerry Ritz is one of the key MP's that will be voting on this issue!!!
                                           Guggenheim, NYC
                                E. Kent Avenue, Vancouver
                                Colby, at home, Vancouver.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Christopher's Toe

It was around September 1998. I had been working for AMC Forest Management since the previous summer. AMC bid on and carried out forestry maintenance contracts that were tendered by the Provincial Ministry of Forests.
I had successfully passed a first aid class so I was hired on to work as a silviculturist, which is a fancy word for someone who kills trees in the name of eradicating biodiversity, in the name of growing the crop trees, at the expense of all other trees, usually alder and willow.

Our mission was to wade through the forest, at various stages of growth and apply whatever tactic that was needed in order to propagate the coveted spruce, fir and hemlock.
This meant brushing back grass and small seedlings with a big blade that was literally a tool that would almost guarantee some sort of injury if any sort of mishap were to happen...
Ergo, enter my first aid ticket.
Let me be honest here, folks, I was no medical crusader, I just barely passed the exam to get the ticket. Hell, I did fail it the first time I challenged it.
I don't even know what possessed me to take a first aid class in the first place. It must have been another desperate attempt to circumvent proper education, which I have always feared in some way.
I was living with a couple of guys in Victoria and we had been connected to the owner of AMC through a rumour of jobs working up in Haida Gwaii.
I had previously spent years commercial fishing up in the Islands and was eager to see the place from the land side, albeit from logged out forest blocks.
 and logging roads.

All three of us agreed to employment over the phone, with plans for flights from YVR up to Sandspit and subsequent travel up to a place called Dinan Bay, via a crew van, work boat and crummy.
The work boat part of that equation didn't work out and 8 of us found ourselves sleeping on the floor of a bakery/jam room, in Port Clements, a tiny town of a few hundred people in the middle of the middle of nowhere.
But that is a whole different story that I will get into some other time. I just wanted to establish time and date.

Back to the Fall of '98. We were in the middle of what was to become a long contract. We would stay in logging camps or aboard an old converted rum runner, sometimes for months at a time. The contract was in Port Neville, a logging camp that was across from Kelsey Bay. It was reached by crew boat from Kelsey Bay, it took about 30-45 minutes, depending on the weather. The end of September and into October on the North Island is unpredictable, with unexpected fog and storms.
This particular contract was remote, we had to fly in and out daily.
There were many mornings we followed the tree line up the side of the mountain in the helicopter. Our pilot's name was Doug, though I confess I do not know his surname.
He was a total flying nerd, I watched him go over the helicopter, piece by piece, every morning, before he started it up and then he checked many other things after the machine was running.
I'll always remember him saying that "helicopters weren't meant to fly. Airplanes, yes, helicopters, no. When the power goes out, down you go"
"I mean, there's always auto gyration. Good luck with that"
With that in mind, Doug was a cautious pilot, which I appreciated.
We had a pilot the year before, who I had heard was a Vietnam vet but who knows?
That is the stuff of legend in the mountain helicopter pilots.
The guy we had for a time landed that machine in places I never knew you could do such a thing.
Like down on a stump on the side of the hill. Step carefully, one at a time out, with all your gear and your lunch.
After the day of work was done, you could hear the reverb of the blades in the sky and your departure was already factored into the end of the day.

We were working a hillside one day, when Jason appeared over the hill and shouted that Chris had hurt himself and he needed help.
I followed him back to the scene of the injury. It was a bit of a weird scene, all the crew were standing around Chris. It seemed as though I was the last to know and was late to the scene of the crime.
Chris was writhing around on the ground, almost incoherent.
He had somehow swung his axe and sliced into his boot.
We all wore steel toe, caulk boots but there was a cheaper, lesser version of the boots and he was wearing those, regrettably.
I could see a gash in the side of the boot, just behind the steel toe part of the boot. There was blood running out of it.
I calmed him down enough to cut the boot off the foot.
I examined the foot and all the toes were there. I cut his sock away and then, like magic, his baby toe literally fell off.
I caught it in my hand.
Chris had not seen the toe and I decided to remain silent about the toe until a bit later. I shoved it into a plastic zip-loc bag and put it in my pocket.
Our leader, Trevor, had already summoned Doug and he was on his way.
I placed the toe in a bag and then shoved it into my pocket.
The sound of the helicopter grew near. Some of the crew helped Chris limp to the helicopter.
Chris and I boarded.

We returned to camp and an airplane had been requested to pick him up and transport him to the nearest hospital.
We stood on the pad and and I presented him with his toe. He didn't really know how to take it. I had waited until he was calm before I let him know he actually chopped off a part of his body.
He seemed a bit shocked and maybe he even felt as if I had betrayed him a little. I explained to him that he was in shock earlier, from the pain and I thought it was a good idea to spare him the news until he was calm. Also, I had to give him the toe to take with him to the hospital. I had gone to the cook shack and gotten hold of some ice and put the toe on ice.
The airplane landed in short time and he was gone in bewildering speed...
I heard a few days later that the doctors at the hospital could not save the toe.
Evolutionarily speaking, he was expediting the process. Humans are slowly losing their baby toe. Apparently, we don't need it as much as we used to.

Thursday, March 7, 2013


This war for peace will never end
When it is over, they will find a new enemy
When the people have had enough, they will discover some other evil-doers
That want to take our cars out of our garages
That want to bring change to an iron trap of sameness
There should be  laws, there are
but nobody follows them anymore
The rule of law have become the rules of engagement
and there are none
The drones are patrolling your neighbourhood,
keeping our future soldiers safe, the children
There are far more funds for bombs than for books
take another look, nothing has changed
well, maybe, we have democracy now
And recycling for the bottles and cans
The New World Order isn't new
It's written in stone and now you all know it by heart
You hear what I mean

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Email From Gerald regarding Grade Nine Movie

so colby asked if tonys buddy could shoot in the downstairs bedroom on a sun from  prob 11 am till 4 pm for a movie competition hes in.  im sending u the clip next. u can fwd it to yr children and then they can fwd it and they all can vote for it so the kids can win the money to shoot the whole movie. so we thot what the hay and thot 4 or 5 peeps for 5 or so hrs - let the kids have their fun..  ---   heh heh . so tony arr at 9 am and he n i cleaned out the whole room and half the so called family room.  we had stuff jammed everywhere incl the front step. then at 11 the peeps started to arr. abt 4 cube vans - one backed up the driveway full of elec gear. about 10 cars on the street - a tent in the front yard for craft serv. u prob saw my pic upstairs - 5 or 6 girls from wardrobe and hair and makeup in the dining room - whole table covered with their stuff but only 1 wardrobe rack beside it. 4 actor kids in the living room flipping channels and pounding on their phones.the 2 older east indian actors joined in later. so it turned out to be an east indie. wardrobe changes in me and r offices. bathroom busy with a lineup.ruth me n colb shut in the kitchen. our bedroom mostly escaped.  downstairs the bedroom and fam room were jammed. actors - monitor - director 65000$ camera and 4 lenses @ 65000 each.  poor sound recording guy jammed between deep freeze and furnace and later saw the back up recording guy jammed way in the backest corner of my basement junk huddled in an old chair - i didnt even know he was there til it was half over  --  i accused him of scoring the private corner office. then poor lighting guys had to go in the backyard after dark to light it up to simulate daylight  --  and they sure did  --  the biggest longest welding flash u ever saw  --  and i think they must have got clotheslined - literally - because they went back there without any lights to see their way. so by 1030 pm they were all gone and tonys buddy jay the director said well thats the magic of film. i said i think thats the unmagic of film. you have like 20 people here for 12 hrs and what have u got - 5 min of film.  he said maybe 3 or 3 and half minutes. so it was an indie film and so NO ONE got paid and if they read this - they were ALL a great bunch to take over the house for one day and we enjoyed the whole thing. lesson to learn  --  there is no such thing as a small film shoot.  so if u follow thru on the instructions on the clip  EVERYBODY can figure out how to vote so we can get the sequel of stefans old room.  thats his room the kids are playing the game in and the fam room and my old desk where the folks are sitting and talking to the teacher. this is such a typathon for me that im fwd it to a few others.  kbye

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Look, Mama, there's an airplane up in the sky... 1914 - present

Global Greens Charter

   "The Global Greens Charter was adopted by consensus at the first Global Greens Congress in Canberra in 2001. The core of the document sets out the principles that bind together Greens from around the world: ecological wisdom, social justice, participatory democracy, nonviolence, sustainability and respect for diversity.  The second section is a 'political action' plan covering some of the most pressing problems facing the world. This section was reviewed and updated at the Dakar 2012 Global Greens Congress in Senegal.  The revsied charter can be found in both html and pdf formats below.

The Charter is the foundational Greens' document. It draws upon the charters and constitutions of Green parties around the world, as well as some ideas from the Earth Charter and from the global gathering of Greens at Rio in 1992. Over two years in the making, it went through numerous revisions as comments and amendments were incorporated. In Canberra, hundreds more amendments were proposed.  Debates and negotiations culminated on the final afternoon of the Congress in a rivetting session where contentious clauses were decided one by one on the floor.  The finished Charter was adopted by acclamation, a truly momentous accomplishment."

There is an election coming up in BC. There are rumours that the Greens could get a seat in the Provincial Legislature. BC could really benefit if they were to put a Green MLA in the House. We need to become responsible stewards of this place. The Greens do not want to discourage business, they want to encourage business to act in a way that is recognisant of out future generations.
Too much business is conducted with no concern given to the provider of our wealth, the planet. 
I hope our votes can translate into a modicum of success for the Greens in BC.

Grade Nine Movie

My friends, a trailer now exists for a film thought up by the one and only Jay Rathore. The Film is called GRADE 9 and you should watch the preview to get a taste of what lies ahead for this story.
Jay is joined by Seth Campbell, Producer, Toby Gorman, Director of Photography and many other dedicated souls.
Please join the site and vote for the film so that we may receive up to $1M dollars to make this film. Think about it...
Support your local film makers.