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Found this in the Dollarama, laughed at it's novelty, I've never seen a Pomegranate & Mango Disinfectant/Cleaner before.
But, really, why not? Why should we associate cleanliness with the smell of Lemon or Pine-Sol? So I overcome my prejudice and buy it, it seems to work fine. I just have to make sure I don't inadvertently drink it...
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At work, the chefs' girlfriend has been selling her dreamcatchers, finely beaded little spirals hung with feathers and leather thongs.
Jealous of her success, I came up with my own "indigent artist" crafts project to sell in the restaurant: The Kootenai Mancatcher. Tradition has it that when a Kootenai girl came of age and found herself single, she'd assemble a mancatcher from a pair of her choicest knickers and hang it upon her schoolbus or trailer to demonstrate her availability ....
Only $60.
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Finally, my 8th attempt in perhaps 3 weeks to get out and close to the areas I want. Close, closer, but the logging roads divide and multiply and I'm never quite sure where I am, I have only a rough number of KM up a logging road that becomes 2 and then 3 and then 6, and when finally I've explored every dead end the day is almost over and I'm parched and well devoured by black flies and mosquitos.
The geography up here, it's perfect, even the feldspar crystals in the granite are a couple of inches big, pyrite crystals a quarter inch, the whole mountain was slow to cool, and from here it's just get out and walk and explore...
On the way back, long road, I stop and explore a couple of roadcuts of interest, and finally find something, hard to see in the overwhelming, bright light of day, but I pack it home to check later. A white, degrading feldspar filled with smoky quartz, mica, some black tourmaline or schorl...
And, under better examination, more time:
Beryls. Small, pale blue-green crystals, some with good shape, none larger than a half a centimeter in the micah/black tourmaline/smoky quartz matrix, but what I'm here for.
Now to return, dig deeper, follow the vein up or down the mountain and see if I can't find better...
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Now, finally, Spring and Summer are here, and that means that time will largely be spent outside. Camping, fishing, prospecting, you have it, life is too short to be paying rent. My address is the world.
That said, the world doesn't all have free internet, and with the assassination of my old computer by Microsoft I probably won't regularly be blogging. Maybe, if we're lucky, once or twice a week.
If we're lucky. I wouldn't count on it and I'm not making any promises. Maybe I'll start blogging with pen and paper and just posting my blog posts as photos or scans of my notes...although that would depend a lot on me improving my handwriting. Yeah, I know. So do you.
If you're in the neighborhood and you want to get in touch you know how. Otherwise, catch you in the fall when I move indoors.
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The last 4 days at the restaurant, crazy, Sunday, running, Monday, unexpectedly busy, children coming up from the dock, blended families of 8 and 12 people, 4 adults, the rest all children, separate bills, crazy again, unexpectedly so, and it goes ridiculously late...it's as if pinatas are bursting in the restaurant filled with children, crayons, sand from the beach, the night's a gong show...
The next night, quiet, much quieter by far, but we've a new cook and things don't go even slightly as planned. A slight rush - busy, but only for an hour. And in that hour the new cook gets 8 orders, more than he can keep up with, he's big, fat, lazy, likes to stand around and work the deep-fryer, came here from Prince George, only he's not working out....the orders are slow, too late, the ferry's here and there's lineups of irate customers trying to cancel food orders that have already been placed, the other waiter, classic sketchy waiter from down east, gets into a shouting match with a rude English lady at the bar, nobody does rude and ignorance better than the British, they're the soccer hooligans of Europe, he's giving her as good back, yelling at her to fuck-off, that if she doesn't pay for the food she didn't get he's gonna call the cops, it's a shit-show...
I stay out of it. I'm busy enough as is, got my own tables to worry about, later on I get the full story. That he said the job was bullshit and it was suggested by the competent chef that he leave, and he did, only he wanted to keep living in the staff accommodations and after numerous attempts to start a fistfight with the owner had to be escorted to Nelson with the RCMP. The other waiter couldn't get the food for an irate woman that wanted to get on the Ferry, hence the shouting match.
This place, restaurants in general, they're a shit-show.
Wednesday, slow in the afternoon, I stay until 3:00, short break, back at 4. At which point it's a bit busy, but we get it under control. At 4:30 we start getting phone calls - "do we have power?", apparently the power's out in Nelson, no restaurants there are open, first 1 call, then 2, by the fifth one I'm answering the phone with "Yes we have power", 20, 40, now a hundred calls an hour, hang up and the phone is ringing, there's a tidal wave of tourists and locals leaving Nelson for the pub, it's 30 minutes away, I can see it on the horizon, I warn the kitchen, the new waitress arrives just in time...
The restaurant has about 40 odd tables, or 200+ seats. 3 servers. We are slammed. Beyond slammed, people walking in, sitting themselves at dirty tables, expecting to be recognized, the entire town has had the same idea...
The other waiter, he knocks off at 10 to start doing his cashout, we're (the new waitress and I) are doing side duties to 11:00, he's still puzzling why it doesn't add up, I help him a bit, cure a few of the errors, help the waitress, then leave, he's still got problems, I'm on to a couple of days off and never have they been so well earned...
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Dating
OK. I've been on a few internet dates. I confess this with the same reluctance I would admitting to masturbating, adultery, or excessive drinking and drug use.
This is a list of some of my best -- AND WORST -- dates ever. Note that you gotta go on a lotta dates to get this kinda list, this kinda discouraged. And my online dating thing has been sporadic - an every few years kind of thing at best. Some of these dates go back 10 years, others are a little more recent. And to answer any people who might argue "It beats hooking up at the bar", well, you don't have to hook up at the bar, and at the bar you can see what your getting...
Anyways - apologies to the countless normal, decent dates that I went on but just didn't hit it off with. Memory is selective, it tends towards the extreme, and in this you will find the extremes...
Dear Osama
In which I write everyone's favorite advice columnist.
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