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| Summertime, the livings easy?I'm sorry, this is all about poo. I am no better then my nephews.
It is summertime. It is mowing time.
I am back with Vane Lawn & Garden and I am ripping once again through the green grasses of Surrey, the "City of Parks." As of now I have been assigned to pond duty. Pond duty is lame. "Ponds", or "Retention Ponds, or "Detention Ponds" are these green spaces mowed about 4 times a summer. They are overgrown and useless. I think they might have been designed to hold excess water, but it rarely happens and instead they hold the excess garbage of brainless surrey dwellers who view long grass like a secret hideaway to stuff their used condoms, "3 Musketeers" wrappers and broken furniture.
I have been to many ponds. I see much garbage, much feces when mowing, but the pond that I encountered on the Thursday of last week absolutely topped anything I have ever confronted. Its expected to find dog waste, but not like this and at this type of volume. We found more than ten plastic grocery bags of feces within this tiny little pond next to a walkway. I am not sure what is going through these peoples mind. Cities want dog owners to pick up dog waste with a plastic bag and place it in a proper receptacle. They aren't really interested in making sure that dog waste is properly wrapped when it is left in their parks.
This was gross enough, but the pond contained even stranger things. From all weather worn appearances, I came across a package of excrement wrapped up in flower print wrapping paper tied up with pink ribbon. I was beginning to doubt that all of this waste was even from canines.
Finally, I found perhaps the most amusing. A Little Caesers box of pizza containing a hefty pile of feces right next to the log rail fence fronting the pond. It was as if a fellow was simply eating pizza with the box by his feet...
And when finished, he simply slid the box between his legs and under the log rail fence where it would catch the pizza after it had made its way through his intestines.
Of course, the amount of waste in the pizza box was a mystery. I even thought for a moment, no joke, that this could have been done by a horse:
Anyways, again, I apologize for the crude material, but man, how could you not talk about this.
Wierd.
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| FORMATIVE EXPERIENCESIn high school, I took up aggressive rollerblading. I also took up oversized FUBU jeans. When I rollerbladed, I liked to wear my FUBU jeans and my Ripzone hooded sweater(I think FUBU means For Us By Us...as in the black community, and probably really legit suburban kids like me). The Ripzone sweater was real nice, kind of faded "Ripzone Boardriding Company" in Blue and White, matched up against a sort of "burnt orange". I recognized the ironic juxtaposition of the boardriding with my several-wheels-in-a-row-on-a-boot-riding but...it was a really nice looking sweater. What was also great about the FUBU pants was that if I chose to, I could wear my kneepads under my jeans with no one noticing. What a Boon. My khaki carpenter pants, you know, the ones with the little loop for your hammer? could never provide such discretion. They fit much to close to the leg, yet awkwardly too loose to place the pads on the outside of the pants...this would tighten the pants around the knee and cause a flare type jean effect. Obviously, I was not interested. The Ten Stair. Man, I am proud of this. The Ten Step Stair at Brookswood Skate Park was where I really blossomed, came into my own. I could simply jump it, but that was not only dull, but a little awkard. So, I ended up being able to consistently 180' the gap. This, I imagine, looked p-retty sweet. One night, Reuben and I were at the park pretty late. I had been thinking about this for some time. I put on my helmet, took a couple approaches, and then finally flung myself down that moderately large set of stairs, ROTATING A FULL 360' and FREAKING LANDING IT! This in itself was an accomplishment, but most clear to me that night was through the dark, I heard the last remaining skateboarders at the park...skateboarders...doing a wee bit of cheering for me. Oh, I was bursting. I got my first rollerblading company shirt from my what, 16th birthday. FICTION CLOTHING: DEDICATED TO THE TRUE ROLLERS. Yes sir. | | |
| Hey Friends.
I've been meaning to pass this along for quite some time. You know those community buses that will make routes in Murrayville, Walnut Grove, Brookswood...they have I believe it is Ford F350 engines. That is totally lame, cause I always think my bus is coming around the corner when I hear the unmistakable roar of an F350. So, Lame, right?
Big busses, no problem. They whine. But there are too many roaring vehicles on the road to decieve mine ears.
Anyways, I am pretty much finished my music. You can check it out here.
http://www.virb.com/nathanjohnmoes
You don't even have to wade your way through the wasteland of myspace!
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| Hola mis amigos!
Estoy muy bien. Yes, I am very well.
Last week mi profesora asked me a question and I responded and kept on referring to her briefcase, unfortunately I was actually calling it hammer. I had just learned hammer (martillo) and briefcase doesn't really sound like it but it starts with an 'm'. But that was last week, that was me then, this is me, now.
And, I applied to host a radio show at UCFV and on the day before yesterday I got acc-cep-t-e-d. I've got training on Tuesday and then, I don't know, but it's going to be great. It will feature pop music from Vancouver, Victoria, Portland, Seattle.
Yah!
Nathan
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| Ha. this is ridiculous.
I think that the hanging appendages, if they be legs, would make the insect a spider, even if they are unused. Yeah, I think so. Like if I had a hand without bones and it was just really limp, that would still be a hand. A really crappy one, but still a hand. Or if I had a hand shaped growth on my elbow, I would probably also call it a hand. An elbow hand. So what I am trying to say is that if it looks like a body part then I'll call it that body part even if it can't do that body parts function.
No, that is a terrible guideline. It's really just a hand-shaped growth. And if it could give wave, high-five and handshake it would really just be a hand-shaped growth that could wave and do all that stuff. Ah, I really am not so sure.
So this insect thing, I don't know. They may just be special balancers like skipoles, but if they look like unused legs I might just call it a spider and let the little fellow to either rage in indignation or quietly continue knowing he is understood.
Soccer tournament was great. Played with great friends, rubbed stuff on my thighs to make them feel nice and made it to the finals!
SCUBA or, Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus is different from a Snorkel setup since it is Self-Contained, that is to say, a snorkel system relies on atmospheric air gathered through that little tube when floating on the surface to sustain a diver when he heads toward the ocean floor, while a Scuba system is fine running on its own and the diver is reliant on nothing but the containers and equipment on his body. savvy?
Stepping Stones was fantastic too. It's a long wait for next year.
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