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I have to point here that all people who comment blogs are native english speakers and use often slug as a code. This makes the reading of comments almost incomprehensible for non native english speakers and this is a pity. After all this is an international site and english can be an international language but not the english slug that is killing the real language. Also the use of all these emoticons turn meanings to the category of ridiculus. And the final question is : Is there anybody serious left here ?

British Columbia has over 200 some "ghost towns" that are known and on occasion some intrepid hikers/ explorers along the coastal waters or the interior mountains deep in forests discover another one as one town was only a few years ago . It had about a dozen buildings fairly intact . It was a fish canning town approachable only by boat lost in the trees and undergrowth with only vague shapes seen from the shoreline. All of any docks or piers had long vanished due to probable storms. The discovery was made by several members of a few families who upon their return to Vancouver reported the town to the proper department that it was "unknown". They decided to put in a land claim and some went back to live there. After a few years they obtained "squatter's rights and the town, with all it's contents was theirs. All the old machinery, the buildings became their property including a large company safe. The founding company was long gone and they had to hire someone with experience on the model and make of the safe to open it. It was empty save a single old penny.
I took some time this summer and went exploring along the coast of the mainland after renting a canoe and taking foods and various equipment stopping now and then to take some good close looks into the closely packed trees from the shoreline. I found several abandoned old homes and a few commercial buildings silently rotting away within the perpetual hazy gloom of the forests. A few remnants of canning factories were found along with offices and several homes all overgrown and some leaning up against each other as well as some that had collapsed in all stages of rot and decay...I love old abandoned buildings and homes, ever since childhood, from perhaps my earliest memories of being driven through the ruins of bombed out Berlin and so many other places and exploring them as I grew up. I especially loved all the overturned trains just lying in fields or in what was a train station. I could climb in and out all day and go through all the old luggage left behind.
As I wondered through through these old abandoned buildings along the BC coast, peering into or entering one collapsing building after another, the scattered remnants of family life...an old iron bed, a fallen kerosene light beside it, a small chest of drawers, an overturned bookcase , discarded toys or a mould encrusted doll,or a rotted mattress and pieces of rotting clothes amidst the piles of old whiskey bottles outside many of these cannery homes caused me to imagine , again and again, the people...the families that once called theses houses "home".
All families are microcosms of the complex world in which we live. Here is where we first experience the shock of the disgusting and the presence of possible evil, suffer from deprivation or overindulgence, have the chance to learn value of balancing completion with cooperation, and feel the love of imperfect beings around us. A family is a training ground for life.
Whenever I think of families long departed from these towns or homes and, indeed, of the very concept of family itself, it is children that always comes first, and vividly, to mind. Perhaps it is because our childhood stays with us until we die, in more ways than we know or care about to admit...
The mothers, usually caring and nurturing; the fathers, both caring and uncaring, how were they to their children in these isolated "towns"? Were they physical and emotionally there or absent long enough for the children to be strengthened or weakened by it...How was life for these people of a "company town"..? I don't imagine for a moment that it was as nice as any TV family of the 1950's ....

Documentary from Zeitgeist Productions by French filmmaker Agnes Varda. Sort of blew me away. We have all seen the pathetic scenes of dump salvage workers in Africa and Asia. This film first shows how poor French in the countryside used to (some still do), glean the farm fields for crops the machines missed. Grain to potatoes. The scenes then shift to urban French, who salvage furniture, etc., from market places, and food from restaurants. I then recall my summer visits with family in central PA, where I heard of how, during depression days, my aunts and uncles, then kids, did the same, including walking along the many Bethlehem Steel freight train tracks to collect coal that must have fallen off the coal cars. Our Dad instilled some of the same in us, and I still have an eye for useful stuff people leave at our recycling center. Never had to buy a bike for the twins. Just repaired the mostly nice ones others left, and after kids grew, returned them for others to use, taking larger ones. The 1% won't get any of this. Gleaners, indeed. Aa.

7:15 A.M and only 22 deaths.

I wanted to post a comment on the most recent feminism blog, but I see the comments had been disabled. Let it be known, I will not attack anyone on their personal opinions and perceptions. I don't see a productive furthering the discussion of a serious topic if we are in a sense intimidating others from contributing.

The videos the previous blogger posted have very valid points that were being made and I encourage others on checking out what is being said.

The exact anger and frustrations that men may currently feel are the exact same emotions that drove women to take the extreme stances they have today. I feel there is no constructive and mutually beneficial way in becoming more understanding of each other if we are going to perpetuate these negative behaviors.


But...that is just my thoughts...

Anyway, the comment I wanted to make on his blog was:

Last night, a buddy and I went out. We were both standing by the bar and a woman and her friend came up to the bar next to my buddy. From what I think I know about women, now days, a lot of women need to give you the green light to approach them. (maybe I was informed wrongly). But, my buddy is more the traditional guy. He just went ahead and tried to talk to them. Boy, did he get an ear full. *&%^ off, why you talking to me you #%$#...the lady started screaming at him.

Just today, I seen two younger women broke down with their car. Granted I seen that while I was driving by the parking lot...they seemed to be confused/perhaps stuck on what to do.

I just wonder if they were maybe not waiting for a man to show up to help them?

My thought was...after these relatively two current situations that I personally witnessed....Is it that men are only good to women when they are needed? I hear it a lot, I only want a man around when I want them around....some women say.



Not to mention...I am sure some of you were waiting for my input.

What do you crave and cant do without...

Booze
Food
Or whatever...

As I m getting older, I ve noticed when ever I forget someones name, or do something stupid , I blame it on getting older. I ve also noticed , you can sure get away with a lot when you play the getting older card, Have any of you played the getting older card.

Few months back we had a nice cs member named pinkdejevu ,later she had an other profile named Pinkisloveable , does somebody know where she is now ?

Been wet here all day, even the dogs didn't want to go out in it. Just finished a "smoke" and now trying to figure out what to do for the rest of the night.

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Not feeling so much depressed today as just feeling run down in general. Its not that I been doing a lot, maybe the problem is I'm not doing enough. Hard mentally to do stuff when you are not on top of the world.

Tomorrow is a new day, new adventure.