23 March 2005

Slices of the future

As I complete my packing process, tick of "to do" items and make the rounds of goodbye coffees, drinks and visits, I'm starting to panic. I haven't made a big life change in a long time. I'd forgotten the sensation of, "It's okay - I'm not done just yet - I still have time." And viewing slices of the near and distant future. "This time next week I'll be... this time next month, next year." My mind is jumping back and forth. Whirring through the last four years of my life and career. Leaping into a future I can see only through a haze of possibility. I know that no change worth making is easy or soothing. Like eucalyptus flavoured cough syrup, growth is good for you, but has strange aftertaste.

17 March 2005

Vernon landscapes

I'm totally excited to be heading back to Victoria's 'big' city and the ocean, but I'm definitely going to miss some of the scenery.




Tillistar Village




Tillistar Back Yard




Kin Beach

16 March 2005

Vernon and Victoria

I'm leaving my hometown again. Again for Victoria. This time, packing up my belongings, I know just how much I'm going to miss my smalltown life. All around me people, scenery and landmarks trigger the constant carbonation of memory. And I’m glad. I've been a part of Vernon since 1985. I enjoy seeing subtle layers of time in the architecture, politics and economy (or lack of) in my community.

My first move to Victoria in 1996 was soul crushing. I was so incredibly alone. I missed home immediately, deeply. It surprised me that Vernon’s lakes, back roads, coffee shops and parks were irreplaceable. One of the most sculpted and entertaining cities in Western Canada offered up a cosmopolitan future and I didn’t want it. Of course, small-town life went on seamlessly without me. Like apple seeds in the sun, plazas, highways, multi-arts centres all popped up while mega stores sprouted out of overgrown fields.

In 2001, was happy to come back to a town that felt like home and had even a small chance of offering me an occupation. Vernon had been growing for years and is still expanding. Just not enough to support my career.

04 March 2005

Reality and television

Watching anything from a Michael Moore documentary to a CBC investigative report, I know I like reality. So why do I hate (and I mean that with the full intensity intended by someone who rarely uses that word) reality television shows? Because reality TV isn't insightful commentary. Voyeuristic melodrama that is anything but real has no chance of being more than annoying and boring. I used to think blogs were to e-zines what reality television shows were to dramas. Now, I think the comparison would be more effective if blogs were perceived more like independent film. And reality television scheduled in between soap operas.