Philly

Here is a song I always think of when traveling out of Bellingham.

Woke up this morning
with love in mind
It was raining outside
but my love still shined
Kept me warm
till my plane touched the sky

And I've seen love
make a fool of a man
He tried to make a loser win.
But I've got nothing to lose
I can't get back again.

Man made rules
been holdin' back my love
Can't hold it back no more.
Churches long preach sex is wrong
Jesus where is nature gone?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?

Woke up this morning
with love in mind
It was raining outside
but my love still shined
Kept me warm
till my plane touched the sky

- Neil Young



Headin' out to the East Coast, Lord knows I paid some dues gettin' through.

10:46pm sitting in SeaTac waiting for a 12:50 red eye to Minneapolis, then on to the City of Brotherly Love. More later.

Dogs

Here is a picture of my ex-dog that I found last night. It was taken back on the Utah Salt Flats back in 2005 or so. I was told that Sam Dog passed away last year. He led a noble life.

As I have housemates, one nice addition to the house is a dog. One is here now, and another will be coming in to take Mortimer's place when Mort moves out with his owner, which should be this weekend. Dogs embrace all the good attributes in people, and they are always wonderful to have in the world.

Although I am traveling all next week, I will be returning to a white/yellow Labrador Retriever living with me. Labs rule. Hopefully he can co-exist with the chickens, being the lab that he is. We shall see.

Fascism?

I increasingly listen to the terms corporate fascism and anarchy being thrown around with regard to the current state of the flagrant havoc that the corporate structures wreaking havoc upon our society with virtual impunity. Obviously BP is one that will never be responsible for the catastrophic impact it's had on an entire region of our country.

But another even more pervasive problem is the hydrofracking of the natural gas that lies within or beneath the shale bedrock oncetain areas of the U.S. Years ago I read about the release of horrible and hiigly toxic chemicals into the atmosphere and environment and the subsequent poising of many residents of the Front Range in Colorado. Now this problem seems to extending into my beloved home state of Pennsylvania. (Here is a primer I strongly encourage you to check out.)

Or nation is in peril. Our capitalist system is derelict. We are a country in collapse on many fronts - sociologically, ecologically, politically, economically. I am glad I am not bringing children into this world. They will see a vastly different world than I have seen. No Brady Bunch or Leave It To Beaver for them. I guess we are too fat, sick, dumbed-down and in debt to dig any deeper than what we're spoon fed on FOX, CNN, MSNBC...

So sad. At least we have gas for our SUVs and McMansions. At quite a hefty price though.

Summer?

Supposedly this June is one of the rainiest on records. To me, it just seems like a normal Junuary in Bellingham. I know that many of the the crops and seeds that people enthusiastically planted in April have faltered and struggled with the onslaught of chill and precipitation. My garden seems to be doing well, although I planted in a low-maintenance fashion to require minimal effort. And it is nice to live on a tenth of an acre, as managing a city lot of this size is not overwhelming.

9:15am on a Tuesday, and the vicissitudes of business ownership in a time of waning government and private institutional support can be rather challenging and discouraging at times. But other times, and generally, I view the silliness of getting overly stressed about these things that I really have no control over. And that always puts me in a better frame of mind.

Traveling on Friday, for a ten-day trip back east. I enjoy traveling back there because it makes me miss Bellingham so much. And I get to return to a wondrous summer of idle evenings in the park, or fun with friends and the myriad activities of the mountains and sea.

The picture above was taken from a path along Whatcom Creek near my house a few months back.

Happy Valley

Capitalism calls, and I am ready to serve. This moring, I write from my perch in the little convenience store in Happy Valley where I used to help out a friend once in a while. He is out of town and asked me to help him out to keep the gears of Mother Commerce greased and turning smoothly. So here I sit listening to a 9/14/88 Grateful Dead concert on Sirius Radio. (I was at this run of Madison Square Garden shows, but not this specific one.)

In additional to manning the helm of this ship, today I will be writing one of two business plans on my plate – one alone is usually a daunting task. But as is typical, the preceding trepidation of nearly overwhelming tasks frequently outweighs the act of actually preforming them. Will I ever grow out of that? But this morning, in spite of being out way too late last night at the Wild Buffalo, I feel content. An old friend came in from out of town last night, so it’s always nice to show a vistor around your funky town. It’s hard to be humble when you live in one of the coolest towns in the U.S.

Day Five of the cleanse, and all is well. I’ve been strict on my raw fruits and veggies intake (except for those two lonely bite-sized Three Musketeers I found abandoned in the back room) and dropped six pounds so far. But it’s back to oranges, pears, carrots and miscellanoeous smoothies.

Nama Cleansing

Today is Day Three of my raw veggie and fruit (and coffee) cleanse. The second day is the hardest from a hunger standpoint, but beyond that it turns less of a physical hunger versus the mental concept of what food really is. But on Day Three, you body starts doing some funky things and you begin to feel the effects of the change upon one's body. I cannot fathom much more than a week of this, but I will keep pushing through the weekend and beyond. The thought of not eating things like ice cream and pasta is worse than actually forgoing it.

Luckily, I ate at Nama for lunch today (a business colleague took me) and realized how flavorful raw foods can be. Bellingham is lucky to have such wonderful restaurants.

But tonight is more fresh local greens with Spring Tonic and Olive Oil (although technically it should be cold pressed, it may not be). Oh well, when you design your own cleanse, you can bend some of the rules.

A good day ending a busy week. Livin' the life in Bellingham. What could be finer?

$$$

"In a nutshell, in this era of corporate anarchy, corporations do not have to abide by any rules—none at all. Legal, moral, ethical, even financial rules are irrelevant. They have all been rescinded in the pursuit of profit—literally nothing else matters." - Gonzalo Lira

I am not going to go off on our crony capitalist system that is breaking down before our very eyes. Social and moral responsibility of the corporation has turned into reprehensibility. And by this, I speak of such looming examples as the banking and energy industries. Our existing corporate structure is on the brink of systematic collapse and the majority of Americans can do nothing more than blame either of the two political parties - in effect the same party - and continue to be spoon fed their news by the corporate elitists.

It would be more fathomable if the average American was benefiting from this greed, but unfortunately most are not. Our wealth, savings and future prospects are basically dwindling to nil while the wealth of this nation becomes more and more concentrated in the hands of fewer and fewer, at unprecedented historical levels. How much longer is this model sustainable?

On a brighter note, Day Two of a raw vegetable body cleanse. Maybe I'm in a pissy mood because I woke to my house mate's Rocket Donuts and it will be another week of carrots, lettuce and apples. This is the third cleanse I've done, and I was lucky enough last night to volunteer at the food bank with a girl that works at a new raw food restaurant in town: Nama. Maybe a raw food diet won't be so bad.