Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Prank

During the winter I had a room mate. It did not go well for the other fellow. I failed to note just how anti social the fellow was. So with out intent I earned the mans hatetred. This is an asymentrical situation, he honestly hates, I just find him somewhat amusing. I blame this on his apparent lack of irony.

So in that context and in his absence and a light hearted dinner converstaion lead to the creation a slighly evil prank. Its simply a card playing on his lack of irony.


Sunday, July 15, 2007

Flight Again and the Archeology of Geology.

Flight Again and the Archeology of Geology.

On a personal note yesterday was my birthday, Ya me. It was the first time in years when I had a birthday cake with candles.

Flight Again:




Today I got to go on a chopper ride, the last time I did that was very close to the last time I had a proper birthday cake also at a camp. The mission was to fly over to property that had caused much unpleasantness during the winter and to track down some of the drill collars from the old holes we had moved over. This will lead to the creation of an accurate map, something that is need to make to make sense and hopefully money from that property.

The Archeology of Geology:




The holes we were tracking down were drilled as early as 1989 so there was time for tags and other markings to decay. This lead to the hunting for old drill sites by looking for both flat spots large enough to host a drill and secondly the sandy to grey colours of the cuttings left from the drill. The striking thing is how little things change, the cuttings from 1989 had almost nothing growing in them and had hardly moved from where I would have expected them to be judging from where the old collars were.

The Southern's Brain Fart:



In hunting down one old hole my boss was saying that there should be one between where I was and where we had just been. So I double back, find a large flat spot only its over grown with birch trees as think as thumbs, briefly forgetting how far north I was I entertained the notion that the trees had grown in during the 20 or so years since the drilling.

Sorry for the fragmental nature I do not have the skills of style to wave this into a more coherent peace.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Beer


BEER

July 3 2007

Happy aphelion. Yes thats right we are now as far from the sun as we will be during the year. But that is not why I am here. I am here to talk beer. Two days ago I had a rare treat a very rare treat at work, beer.

Two days ago was of coarse Canada day. I am not a patriotic person, I don't know all the words to Oh Canada and I don't want to. Nor can I remember the names of old Prime ministers I start losing track some time between Defenbaker and Kim Cambell. But I can agree with some traditions and if they involve beer I am all the more willing to take part. Here at camp beer is band along with most fun drugs. Weed is smelt but not seen.

So come Canada Day I like the majority of the camp people took the day off early at 3:30, and accepted gladly my ration of beer from the manager. I am not a big fan of Canadian or Budwiser but like the cowboy music playing around the fire with the music from the pickup truck it fit the place. So now another two and half weeks before my next beer, I will fight to stay sane.

Next week the Black Fly report, where do bites hurt the most and treatments for the bushed people in your family. How to live in the woods and say socialized.