Camped in the mud in a construction site overlooking the Fraser River, with trains roaring past, freighters loaded with crushed cars headed out to china and freighters full of new cars headed in, and eagles gliding overhead. Holding down the Direct Action camp in Delta for 2 weeks has been a mind-bending experience. Surreal, and …
Category: Life of Carmen
South Fraser Protection Camp
Rumour has it that tomorrow they may come with an injunction to take us away. I am gathering courage to be in this place, where the past five years have led me – to stand my ground with all the motley superheroes i have met along the way. At South Fraser Protection Camp. Smack in …
The Gauntlet
So I am walking down the Drive (as per usual) and I come upon one of of those little knots of Italian guys, shooting the shit in front of a café. The way they do this is, they line up on both sides of the sidewalk, keeping up a lively conversation. People walking on the …
Hockey, airlines, TV and funny monkeys
There’s this big momentary kerfuffle going on about NHL hockey, about how some guy crunched some other guy into the boards and landed him up with a concussion. Apparently it was a “legal” move, the bodychecker wasn’t punishable and the bodycheckee isn’t seriously hurt. It made a great big thud and the crowd went wild. …
Yoga’s not supposed to be fun
Oh yeah, yogaland. Realm of lithe supermodels with nose rings and lotus tattoos. Smooth-skinned muscular young men. Lululemon pants. Asses like plums. People with their knees twisted behind their necks, smiling placidly through the unbearable pain. Gurus of some higher spiritual order, sanctimonious and serene. Somehow just so much better than we mortals could ever …