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by Corey Matsumoto
We are very excited to introduce a brand new monthly publication to our community. Immanence Magazine is published and printed locally, and is filled with information by contributors who wish to share their knowledge and experience for the enrichment of their community.
In addition to focusing on important local news items, the purpose of Immanence magazine is to provide a unifying media for representing and strengthening the many different aspects that make Powell River such a great place to live. We are here to help build and promote a thriving community enriched with arts and culture, health and healing, environmental preservation and sustainable living ideals. A section entitled “Planet PR” is dedicated to promoting local food production and energy self-sufficiency on a regional and individual scale.
At the back of this magazine you will find the most comprehensive community calendar published in Powell River. Look to us first and never miss out on the many amazing things your community has to offer.
We hope you find Immanence Magazine to be worth saving, or passing on to a friend, and welcome your contributions should you be inspired to share your knowledge and ideas with our community.
Enjoy Immanence, the heartbeat of a thriving community.
Local residents have two distinct concerns about a proposed landfill expansion in Wildwood: what’s there, and what would be added.
The capped landfill owned by Catalyst Paper is a haphazard mixture of metals, contaminated wood, hog–fuel, black, green and white liquor dregs, fly and bottom ash and unidentified substances. Dust and leachate from the site have historically been a problem in the community, and the landfill was capped because of contamination in 1995.
Catalyst proposes adding a 1 million ton, 20-metre fly-ash mountain on top of the capped landfill, making it the highest man made structure in the Powell River area, aside from the mill itself. The terminal cap is an unstable foundation for this structure.
A basic point of contention is the proximity of the landfill to local homes and businesses. Catalyst is seeking a waiver of the prescribed 300 metre buffer zone that protects residential neighbourhoods. At least 7 homes lie within 100 metres, and 90 homes and a restaurant lie within 300 metres of the site.
The proposed expansion poses at least two grave threats:
1. It would deform and pressurize the existing landfill, and thus exacerbate the toxic leachate into local groundwater.
2. The dioxin containing fly–ash dust has already been a problem at this site. Because of prevailing wind patterns, dioxin containing fly-ash dust goes directly to the local neighbourhood, including an elementary school 575 metres downwind. Residents say that the proposed height of the structure would greatly increase the dust problem. Catalyst contends that their current method of slurrying the fly-ash would stem the dust, although they base this on a study they admit was flawed. They recommend further dustfall testing in 2007.
Catalyst contends that the residents’ fears are unfounded, and that the community response is a simple case of “not in my backyard”. Residents point out that dioxins are bio-accumulative, and have no place in an agricultural neighbourhood.
The group “Powell River Legacy” will continue to oppose the landfill as part of their ongoing commitment to food safety and sustainable economy.
by powellrivernews.com
Powell River residents gathered Saturday, May 26th at James Thomson School in Wildwood for a rally and parade sponsored by the fledgling group Powell River Legacy. The event gave voice to a huge groundswell of support to defeat Catalyst Paper’s application for a landfill expansion.
The rally featured local speakers as well as Green Party candidate Silvaine Zimmerman, musician John Tyler and the Powell River Raging Grannies. The event was capped by a bagpiper-led parade of over 350 people through the streets of Wildwood. The march ended at the landfill gates where community representatives delivered collected petitions to Catalyst personnel.
The 2700+ signature petition traveled to Victoria two days later with MLA Nicholas Simons to be delivered to the B.C. Legislature and Minister for the Environment, Barry Penner. The Legacy group maintains an active, informative website at www.prlegacy.org. The group anticipates tackling further community and sustainability related issues once the landfill permit application is defeated.
by Giovanni Spezzacatena
Powell River’s Model Community Project for Persons with Disabilities and The Powell River Brain Injury Society are proud co-sponsors of the 5th annual Rick Hansen Wheels in Motion Event for 2007. It’s the 20th anniversary of Rick’s ‘Man in Motion World Tour’ which increases awareness, quality of life, and works for a cure for spinal cord injury.
Our 2007 goal is the purchase of a standing frame for the Powell River Recreation Complex. The adult ‘glider’ standing frame provides dynamic leg motion for wheelchair users, enhancing the therapeutic benefits of standing.
On Sunday June 10th, 2007, starting at 9 am at the Recreation Complex, choose the 1 km, 5km, or 10 km routes to walk, wheel, run, bike, or roller-blade! The event is free to participate in, with money being raised through pledges, donations, and special events. Pre-Register online: www.wheelsinmotion.org. There are three $100 cash incentive prizes for the individual, the family/friend team, and the corporate team raising the most money, as well as buttons and t-shirts! Donations can also be made at Scotiabank.
One special event this year is our ‘Raffle in Motion!’ Win prizes like a round-trip for two to Vancouver, with a stay at the River Rock Hotel-Casino, Terracentric’s Zodiac tour, and more! Tickets are $2 each. Buy them at: Scotiabank, RBC, Rocky Mountain Pizza, The Recreation Complex, Visitor’s Centre, Jump Radio/MCP, Magic AM, and Powell River Brain Injury Society, etc. The raffle draw date is June 27th.
Info: www.modelcommunityproject.ca/wim.htm
Or call MCP at (604) 485-2688
by Don Mallet
The little country of Bhutan, nestled between India and China, is the world’s only “democratic monarchy”. This experiment, originated by the current king Jigme Singye Wangchuck in 1972, means that if the “Gross National Happiness” with the king drops below 50%, the Bhutanese will vote and elect a new king. There has not been a vote yet.
GROSS NATIONAL HAPPINESS (GNH), also originating in Bhutan, is an attempt to gauge the success of the nation on its intangible and holistic quality of life, rather than on its productivity as measured by its Gross National Product or Gross Domestic Product. It is based on the premise that true development of human society takes place when material and spiritual development occur side by side to complement and reinforce each other. The four pillars of GNH are the promotion of equitable and sustainable socio-economic development, preservation and promotion of cultural values, conservation of the natural environment, and establishment of good governance. This is often discussed in tandem with the Genuine Progress Indicator of the green movement.
The “happiness” factor could be used to gauge such things as citizen reaction to growth, development, and social issues such as crime, immigration, emergency measures and epidemics, and could even offer a new mechanism to evaluate physical and mental health care. If one goes to a hospital or a care home, one’s happiness will influence one’s recovery and general health. The population could decide that “alternate” medicine is less costly, and/or as effective, and therefore makes the user more “happy” within such a system.
Some critics of GNH point to expulsion of the “illegal Nepalese immigrants” as an example of how GNH can be misused. Although this expulsion reduced Bhutan’s wealth by most traditional measures such as GDP, the Bhutan government claims it has not reduced Bhutan’s GNH.
I have asked our local Canadian Tire to think about implementing the Gross National Happiness model in the compilation of their customer service data. The customer could vote on their service, cost, product satisfaction, etc. in a program similar to GNH available at the store or at home and on-line - without a phone call from a representative. In a town like Powell River, which is transitioning from a resource economy to a tourist and retirement destination town, anything to improve user happiness would go a long way to reducing the future health costs to our already stretched and breaking medical system. The Boomers want to be happy! Who will offer it? Who will train the staff to “deliver it”? Who will implement GNH?
Most businesses offer “friendly service” in their PR, but why not ask the user (the customer), and get some hard data? The data can be used to re-train rather than fire certain un-friendly staff who are a liability to the business, or to adjust some company policies. I find for example, that while some service staff use the proper words as trained, the “feeling” is not there, therefore happiness is not created in the customer. Let’s see if the quick-to-react free market (business) sector will jump on this before the socialist (services) sector!
We don’t want pills or rhetoric, or excuses, we just want healthy food, good quality and environmentally friendly products, friendly and prompt service, and to be “happy” with all of the above! That’s not much to ask, is it?
The Boomers will either break every system (which we created) because of our numbers or we will come up with novel solutions. Let’s begin by placing a value on “happiness” and empowering the individual by giving the user of the goods and services a political voice, and not just another poll to be expediently manipulated by every side.
by Roe Knotwon
Catalyst is applying to expand the landfill and put Powell River on the map with the Sunshine Coast’s only pyramid. A 72-foot monument to consumerism and waste, the pyramid will take 35 years to complete, have a foot-print of 14 acres, be the largest manmade structure in Powell River and add considerable weight to the cliffs above Powell Lake.
The pyramid will be relatively inexpensive to build as slurried fly ash supplied by Catalyst will form the major construction component. Slurried fly ash looks like watery cement, and is brought in cement trucks. You’ll be able to see between four and eight trucks running daily if the pyramid is to be completed on time and at a savings to the company. Once dry the fly ash slurry hardens, like chalk, which is a good thing because it is caustic and you wouldn’t want it migrating into the water or blowing away.
Finally! A decent tourist attraction in Powell River: the Powell River Pyramid project. How did Wildwood get so lucky? I decided to go there and ask some Wildwood-ites which way the wind blows.
Back in the seventies the landfill was an illegal dump site. No one kept records and no one knows what is down there—probably anything that couldn’t be flushed out to sea. In 1996 the company legalized the landfill and capped it with asphalt. A permit was given to create a mini-landfill adjacent to it. The people in Wildwood were not excited about a landfill close to their homes—but it was small, only 100,000 cubic meters.
This mini landfill is almost full and there is nowhere to go but up. When I ask which way the wind blows, Wildwood-ites tell me it blows over the elementary school, houses and farms.
by Corey Matsumoto
The 3rd annual Powell River Folk Feast happens on Saturday June 9th, noon until midnight at Local Loco’s Cafe on Willingdon Ave.
The event promotes art, music, and healthy living. It will feature an outdoor craft fair, live music from local and out-of-town acts on the newly created outdoor stage, and, of course, a healthy feast of great food.
Folk Feast was originally created in June 2005 to raise funds to get Local Loco’s Cafe off the ground and introduce the cafe’s owners to the community. The event was such a tremendous success that Folk Feast became a yearly event with proceeds going to local charities. Last year’s event raised over $500 for the Powell River SPCA and the Kyoto Twist Solar Cooking Society.
This year’s musical headliner is a funky/groovy foursome from Kelowna named Terza Rima. Their fun-filled bouncy grooves got people jumping at last year’s Diversity festival. Other performers include Ethnic Junction, The Sojourners, Cris and Chris, Ray Rothschild, Dan Erickson, Groove Garden, The Cushing McLeod Blues Band, and DJ’s Dub Commandante and Marlin.
Arts and Crafts vendors can contact Skye at 485-5626.
For more info visit www.locallocos.com.
by Jo-Ann Diggon
This summer 300 athletes with disabilities supported by 300 coaches, officials, classifiers and assistants will be competing in Powell River.
The Powell River BC Disability Games is looking for volunteers to make the 2007 edition of the Games the best ever. Over 300 Volunteers have already registered but 200+ are still needed. We need people for accommodations, ceremonies, food service, fundraising, medical services, promotions, protocol, registration, security, sports, and transportation.
Look for Jo-Ann Diggon and the VW Westfalia (the “Volunteer Wagon”) with the wonderful artwork! It’s hitting the streets until early July. Stay tuned to Jump and Magic Radio to find it! You can also drop by the Volunteer Centre’s new location at 4482 Marine Avenue, or visit www.powellriver2007.com.
The Volunteer Wagon will be set up 12–4 during Local Loco’s Folk Feast on June 9th, and the Rick Hanson’s Wheels in Motion event at the recreation Complex on Sunday. (see story on page 3)
by Eva van Loon
Some say the law is an ass.
Admitted, the law is behind. Law necessarily follows society rather than leads. Our representatives make laws, relying on lawyers to write laws into a workable form. Then the courts decide what those written laws really mean to you and me in our fast-changing world. Thus law always follows events.
Even before my call to the Bar, I regarded law as an arcane product of patriarchy, created by men, of men, and for men. My professors predicted a “takeover” of the profession by women, but, although there’s been some long overdue re-balancing of rights, women leave law almost as fast as they enter it. Why? Because practising law is usually a rat race, not healthy for children and other living things.
After years of absence, I recently had to take the Bar course again, which meant spending nine weeks in the building that now belongs to the Law Society of BC. I was curious to see how the course had changed in 22 years. Daily I entered the building by the back door, sniffing for a holistic attitude, a new ethic or—gasp!—a spiritual dimension in today’s legal profession.
By chance I left by the front door one day, down the wide front steps LSBC inherited with the building, complete with a ramp, greenery, and sunshine on an otherwise bleak block of downtown. I looked behind me, and there was my answer, not once but a dozen times. NO SITTING ON STAIRS, proclaimed decorous signs firmly attached to the risers. FROM HERE TO RAILING, added one sign, in case of any doubt about the prohibition’s scope.
I ask you, whom would it harm if a few human butts whiled away some sunny moments on these concrete surfaces? What is the mischief this “law” seeks to remedy? What’s the point of such rules? Don’t we want freedom of assembly?
The law is still behind. It’s very clear on one point, however: it doesn’t want your behind, or mine, blurring the tidy straight lines of its stairs.
by Annie Poirier
People take fashion seriously, yet often have no clue where to start.
This is tragic. I wish to fix it. Why not take advantage of all options available to us? We live only once.
I’ve styled most ages, budgets, and body types. My good success rate depends on the importance of taking unique personality and tastes into consideration. What people want, but often forget in front of the closet, is that your sense of style reflects who you are—if an important element of yourself gets discarded, you’ll feel uncomfortable in your clothing and uncomfortable with yourself.
Fashion is my passion and career. Can a fashion correspondent raised in the NWT and now walking tall across a Gulf Island (in major, cool platforms) provide you with the cynical, bitchy articles—with the odd tidbit of advice—you need to feel better and put together?
I aim to entertain and inform. My style was always unusual—while young I preferred classic clothes over the current trends. Nowadays I’m a pencil-skirt-and-pumps kind of girl, with a rock-and-roll edge. Trends suck (unless I like them).
Explore with me. Next time: Summer Fashion Do’s and Don’ts.
by Corey Matsumoto
In a hip-hop scene flooded with posers, drug imagery and materialism, Halifax native Classified stays true to his grass-roots. With over ten solo albums and a career spanning over a decade, Classified has slowly paved the way for the Canadian hip-hop scene by writing all his own lyrics and producing music worthy of several industry nominations.
Classified began his career early, performing creative rap acts during his high school years in the ‘90s. He created his own label, HalfLife Records, and released his first full-length album, Time’s Up, in 1995. A year later Classified was producing tracks for other Halifax artists.
Collaborations with the likes of Maestro, DL Incognito, Choclair, Royce 5’9, and J-Bru have led to some of the highest selling independent rap albums in Canada. Classified continues to produce album after album of cutting edge tracks, with no sign of slowing down. He is currently promoting his 11th album Hitch Hikin’ Music, and will be performing at the White Jag Pub on Tuesday June 19 with Jordan Croucher. Tickets are $15 advance and $20 at the door.
For more information call 604-483-7788.
Full Disclosure was a radio show hosted by Luke Brocki and Amanda Bell broadcasting cutting-edge music every Thursday night on CJMP 90.1 FM. Although the hosts have recently moved out of Powell River, Full Disclosure lives on in the form of CD reviews in this ongoing column authored by the (now defunct) show’s hosts.
The Pack
Tintype
(2007)It was after midnight on that cozy strip of Vancouver’s Cambie Street that lies nestled between Gastown and Skid Row and two ladies were blowing the roof off Pub 340 with drum volleys and vocals so hot, raw and overtone-rich they’d wake Janis Joplin from the dead if her body hadn’t been burned and ashes scattered into the Pacific Ocean.
Citing Blind Willie Johnson and the American Civil War as influences, this duo blows through 17 tracks on Tintype, an unforgettable, whiskey-soaked-deal-with-the-devil blues romp that raises the bar for today’s garage revival.
Serve with: Leadbelly, Jimi Hendrix, Black Keys
LCD Soundsystem
Sound of Silver
(March 2007)James Murphy, now the driving force behind New York’s red-hot LCD Soundsystem and co-founder of dance-punk haven DFA Records, spent the 90s in obscurity, playing in aggressive, post-hardcore bands after passing on a chance to write for Seinfeld. He recently traded his guitars for turntables and quickly became one of the coolest people on the planet, with an enviable 75,000 friends on MySpace. He follows the success of his 2005 debut with Sound of Silver, a sleek mashup of punk, disco and electronica equally suitable for the couch and the dance floor.
Serve with: Talking Heads, The Rapture
The Can
Monster Movie
(1969)
This gripping debut by Krautrockers Can is a staple of German experimental music of the late 60s. Grounded in garage rock, Can soon ventured into unknown territory, experimenting with blues, acid rock psychedelia and world music, creating their sound through free improvisation and tape edits.The album’s final track, “Yoo Doo Right”, is especially engaging. It pounds for 20 minutes as a tribal-rhythm mantra edited down from a six-hour improvisation, its lyrics portentous of original singer Malcolm Mooney’s eventual psychological meltdown. And check out the faceless Galactus on the cover. Brilliant.
Serve with: Kraftwerk, Velvet Underground, Zu
by Skye Morrison
When I was first getting to know Meghan Hildebrand, I remember her quietly describing herself as “shy.”
I don’t believe that she is shy, and I’m sure that you would agree with me if you have ever seen her high-impact works of art. Her paintings howl and laugh, they snicker and roar. They are anything but demure.
Meghan’s premier Powell River Show was held May 28th at Bemused Bistro, 4623 Marine Ave.
Unfortunately, that evening is gone. Hopefully you were there. If not, hurry down there while the show is on display for June. Her work can also be viewed at Artique, 4722 Marine Ave, and Local Loco’s, 4692 Willingdon Ave.
And if, by chance, you should have the honour of meeting this young contemporary master, you can decide for yourself if she’s really shy.
Artisit Profile:
Who: Meghan Hildebrand
From: YellowKnife, NWT
Recently From: Nelson, BC
Inspiration: Independent media, friends, old industrial stuff, the coast, vino
Mediums: acrylics, collage, oils, scratchboard
Website: www.meghanhildebrand.com
by Alfred Muma
The Kelly Creek Summer Arts School opens Monday July 9th and will operate until Friday July 27th, at Kelly Creek Community School (KCCS). The new summer arts school organizers, Laurie Lee, Ceramics Instructor and Alfred Muma, Drawing and Painting instructor will be joined this year by Ruth Doyon, Printmaking Instructor. The three courses offered (one per week) will be Ceramics, July 9th to 13th, Drawing and Painting July 16th to 20th, and Printmaking July 23rd to 27th. Morning instruction will be available for adults interested in taking one or all of the courses offered. The afternoon class time is for children. During July 16 to 20th there will also be a special plein air course for painters. The class room courses will be limited in class size between 5 to 8 students. Printmaking and Ceramic Children’s courses supplies are included with the course fees. All courses are open to Powell River and area residents as well as all visitors to our beautiful upper Sunshine Coast.
For more information on the courses, registration fees and times call Laurie Lee at Kelly Creek Community School Programs Office, 604-487-9925, or email llee@sd47.bc.ca.
Course registration/application forms are available on line at www.awmuma.com/summerartschool or at Kelly Creek Community School Programs Office.
Make cheques payable to Kelly Creek Community School Association, (KCCSA) and return the registration forms to the KCCS Programs Office or mail to:
KCCS Programs Office, C-35, RR#3, Patrick Rd., Powell River, V8A 5C1 by June 10th.
by Jana Pierce-van Loon
Witches in the Kitchen (2006) by Blair and Anne Marie Drawson is a fun, fanciful and down-to-earth romp thru a year in the life of a Junior Witch by the name of Ivy Prickle Tree. Ivy is a young Witch who has failed cooking at school, so she is sent to her Aunts Nettle and Thistle to be taught Kitchen Witchery. We follow Ivy throughout a whirlwind year at her Aunts’ place, celebrate seasonal holidays such as the Solstices and Equinoxes with her, and learn a little bit about Witches in the process.
Witches in the Kitchen is accessible and informative for all ages. It is easy to understand without falling into the simplicity trap, and its characters are lovable and fun. Blair Drawson is an award-winning illustrator, which shows in the book’s artwork. The book was done collaboratively between Blair and his wife, Anne Marie, though she sadly passed away while the book was being put together, and did not get to see it to fruition. You can see her as a character in the book, and in the dedication at the back.
Altogether enjoyable, Witches in the Kitchen gets 4 bookworms out of 5.
by Barb Rees
Have you ever said, “I couldn’t write a book?” Gwen Enquist was one of those people until she came to the Festival of Writers three years ago. Inspired and encouraged, she went on to join the writer’s group Sassyscribes. The rest is history.
Gwen launched her novel, Phone Calls After at this spring’s festival. The story follows a family reeling from the death of one of their members, and further complicated by a mystery woman’s appearance.
“Nothing good ever comes from a phone call in the night. Anna sat against the headboard, trembling, the down comforter clutched tightly around her neck. People die.” Excerpt from Phone Calls After.
Readers will recognize aspects of their own lives in this story of love and family strength. I enjoyed this page turner and look forward to her next book. Phone Calls After is available at Breakwater Books and Coffee Shop, online at: www.trafford.com or through Coles Books.
by Nicole Narbone
Nothing like live theatre to spark up a crowd, and when the crowd is part of the theatre, it’s an entirely different experience. The crowd at Local Loco’s was the cause and the butt of a variety of gags and jokes on Thursday, May 17th when the Defrosted Flakes Improv Troupe showed up to entertain.
Improvisational theatre games (popularized by the television show Whose Line Is It Anyway?) are a fun way to challenge your acting and comedic skills. The point is to create humorous situations and crises based on suggestions from a live audience. Defrosted Flakes, always on the lookout for new members to torment, practices weekly and performs monthly at Local Loco’s. The skills that some members have from years of musical and theatre performance mixed with the raw energy and fresh perspective of the newer people in the troupe concoct a hilarious result. The Flakes have performed as a group and as individuals at Art in the Park, Lund Days, the Evergreen Theatre, the Gazebo, Texada Community Hall and in the Comox Valley. No matter the venue, Defrosted Flakes is ready to laugh with you, not at you. Seriously.
If you are interested in live improvisational dinner theatre, you would be wise to call now for reservations. Tables are already booking up for this evening of great food, fun and laughter.
Improv Dinner Theatre
When: Thursday June 14 @7 pm
Where: Local Loco’s Music and Arts Cafe
Cost: $2 per person (Suggested donation)
Contact: Corey (604) 485-5626
corey@locallocos.com
Website: www.locallocos.com
by Velma Richmond
Basic soap is made by combining oils and fats with lye (caustic soda) and water to produce a chemical reaction called saponification, which produces both soap and glycerin. Natural soap retains glycerin which makes for a gentler soap since glycerin is a moisturizer.
Most natural soap makers use the traditional French method called cold process. In this process, the oils and lye are heated to only about 120 °F, at which point, essential oils and herbs might be added. Natural soap makers use high quality oils like coconut, palm and olive. This liquid is poured into molds and left for 12-24 hours, depending on the oils used. The bars are then removed from the molds and allowed to cure for 30 days. After curing the soap is hard and no longer caustic. It can legally be called soap.
In commercial soap making the oils, lye and synthetic compounds are heated to high temperatures and boiled. Once saponification occurs, the glycerin is removed and sold to the cosmetics, food or explosives industries. The absence of glycerin is why many commercial soaps can dry the skin. The soap is then sent through milling machines which shred and compress it to make a hard bar, a process that requires the addition of various chemicals. By the time the soap is finished, it can no longer be called soap—it’s a detergent bar. The finished product is sometimes called a “beauty bar” or a “luxury bar” instead.
Commercial soap is usually made with cheaper oils, such as tallow, or synthetic compounds. Essential oils are rarely used. Perfumes added during the commercial process are usually artificial, and may irritate skin.
Natural soap makers can tell you exactly what is in their soap and are proud to list their ingredients on a label. Powell River has several soap makers. Check your local health-food stores and the Open Air Market for natural soap.
by Eva van Loon -Cognition Therapist
Einstein, who said humanity would have about four years to live should Earth lose her bees, wouldn’t be surprised that we killed off the honey bee while trying to improve it. Theories spring up everywhere about “Colony Collapse Disorder”: GMOs? Cell phones? Is WiFi messing with bee navigation?
Obviously CCD has to do with human activity. Seven billion talking apes surely affect the entire ecology.
Bee die-off increased since the 80s, but we ignored it. Recently 60% to 90% of honeybees disappeared, just when humanity began changing its mind about the importance of green living. If Einstein is right, we must fix this mess by 2011.
What about human immune systems? Can ironically self-named homo sapiens withstand its own activity?
In the forty-four years I’ve taught, our education system has stopped working for many students. If Einstein’s right, my work as a cognition therapist will end contemporaneously with “universal education”.
Humans can’t see the beehive for the bees, it seems.
The biggest underlying mental deficit people now suffer is auditory processing: the ears work fine but the brain can’t hear. It all boils down to mega-stress on the organism. Poisonous air, over-processed food, chemicals in everything, mega-electro-magnetic radiation, clutters of imagery, floods of sound bytes, sundered families who can’t afford their lives, and violence everywhere. Today’s harried, hurried, anxious children have no idea how to be quiet in themselves, much less communicate with others. Since they are often the third generation of dysfunction, frantic families cannot help them find the way. Our society can’t find home any more than the honeybees can get back to the hive.
No child left behind? Where did we think we were going?
We’d profit from listening to organic beekeepers. They report no CCD. Some wild bees are also doing fine. The implications are plain: humanity is not smart enough to mess with honeybee genetics or, for that matter, its own. We don’t yet think to the seventh generation, and we’re addicted to thinking ourselves exempt from nature. By submitting our young to unparalleled stress, doubtless we impair their growth in multiple ways.
Out of the mouth of babes, it is said, comes wisdom. We should listen, really listen, to the alarms coming from the mouths of our children. It is coming, they warn. Human colony collapse is just around the corner.
by Stacey Forbes
I know you don’t know me yet, as this is only the first issue of my column, however, can you do me a favour? Will you stop buying lettuce greens from California? At least until November, when I will again ask you not to, but give you a new reason. After all, you can grow your own lettuces easily in our climate, or buy them at the Open Air Market from a local producer, or from a BC grower at the supermarket... maybe.
When I picture, in my minds’ eye, a clear plastic box of organic, Californian, “spring greens” taking up space in a fossil-fueled “boxcar” on wheels, spewing greenhouse gases, unsafely passing its way up Interstate 5, I cannot help but wonder if this is logical. Do we really want to buy “easy” greens from a thousand busy highway miles away?
I’m not going to ask for anything else this month—this is a great start, and an easy one, especially at this time of year. For now, until I can figure out how to grow them here, I still buy a few lemons, and more than a few avocados, with the idea that I will allow myself to buy the things that cannot grow here, the awaited treasures of the season. All I can really ask of you, of course, is that you give my ranting some quick thought. And provide you with this caveat emptor: don’t expect to pay less for your local greens than ones from far away. Local farmers work hard, and they need to make a living. The grand scale of the lettuce imports make them relatively cheap, but their grand march lessens their original value.
Stacey Forbes is a graduate of the Dubrulle Culinary Institute in Vancouver
Powell River gets a new high-end restaurant this month with the opening of Manzanita in Townsite by Allan and Amy Sharp. The kitchen staff of Manzanita work in what once was the vault of Powell River’s courthouse, which now has a new life as a nine-room hotel beautifully renovated in a style appropriate to Powell River’s history as Canada’s first lumber town by owners Ian and Lilia Gould. Oldtimers can likely confirm that the Old Courthouse Inn is much more commodious and welcoming than the original courthouse ever was. Today its closest contact with crime is the drop-dead view from Manzanita’s sunny dining deck.
Occasionally the connection with the law is stronger—the Law of Attraction. In its first week, Manazanita hosted the thirty-seventh wedding anniversary of a couple who had been wed in the courthouse. The groom attributed the longevity of their marriage to the Law of Obedience: “Yes, Dear.”
The Sharps are proud to be part of Townsite’s grass-roots renaissance. Perhaps it was inevitable that they open a seafood restaurant in such a convenient venue. Allan has farmed mussels and oysters in the Okeover Inlet for years, and Amy comes from San Francisco, renowned especially for its seafood and nouvelle cuisine. With its warm, bright Southwest colors, a menu built on local produce, Allan’s seafood, and salmon caught by local supplier John Hughes, Manzanita is bound to refresh local appetites. Chef Paul Preminger, with twenty years’ West Coast cooking behind him, plans on changing the 12-item menu every other month to reflect seasonal peaks in produce and protein. The wine list, however, will complement the local foods with wines Powell River has not seen before.
Manzanita will be open for dinner seven nights a week, 5-10 p.m. Reservations are appreciated: call 604-483-2228.
by Julie Bellian
Farming is dreadfully un-hip. Even the way I put it sounds gormless. Farming suffers from a low-status image. Who, these days, will ever be enticed to take on such an un-cool identity as ‘farmer’? As a ‘career’ it is beyond unpopular. Yet people supposedly want what the traditional farmer produces—fresh, naturally grown, local food. So who will grow it if no one wants to be a farmer?
Why such an uncomplimentary stereotype—especially here, where you can meet the grower of your food, and where the health and socio-economic benefits of local farming are apparent by the fact that our region is not dominated by agri-business. Eating local is all the rage in cities: nothing is finer than feta cheese and blackberry vinaigrette on baby salad greens. But to say you have to go home to your goats puts you in a class of dubious glamour.
This community has a vision and many agricultural achievements: our GE–free Crop Area Declaration, seed-saving initiatives, food sovereignty & charter work, markets, preserving Agricultural Lands, opposing restrictions on selling local meat. I can talk until the cows come home, but the question remains: who wants to be a farmer?
This page invites you to join any of these local food activities however you want. Plant experimental food plants in the new demonstration garden at the Open Air Market, grow your own variety in the Living Seed Bank, bring your canning and fall harvest to sell at the winter markets, or hold hands-on workshops that our organizations can sponsor. It all adds up to more local food.
I am inviting discussion about local food & farming. Ideas for making it ‘fashionable’ would help. But we have to get our hands in the dirt and do it.
Julie Bellian is Coordinator of the Powell River Open Air Market
This beautiful pale blue stone, with clear and white lace-like parts threaded throughout, was one of the first stones to reveal its healing properties to me. How, you ask?
I was drifting around Sechelt in a profound state of depression. I ended up in a lovely store called
Much later, my curiosity piqued, I began a little research and discovered things written about my little stone.
This stone has immanent within it inspirational qualities: air, movement, flight, grace. Useful for throat, heart, third eye and crown chakras and bringing one into a state of higher frequency, which is desirable for shifting blockages. Blue Lace Agate is specifically beneficial for arthritic conditions, digestive issues, and circulation.
Quite appropriate! I thought.
I encourage you to pick up a piece and allow your consciousness to gently expand into a greater sense of communication and harmony with self and others.
by Michelle McCann
Here are your instructions to get to The Place.
Picture this: an eagle majestically soaring, a roaring waterfall, a beautiful sunset—your favourite dream of serenity. Ok—got it? Take time to notice the warmth of unconditional love. Breathe deeply through your nose; breathe right into that place; fill it with your breath until your heart chakra expands. Connect with that feeling and breathe fully, receiving love and light, expanding through the Universe. Exhale deeply, breathe in again, the love and light reflected to and through you—love’s infinite fractal geometry.
Each of us is a tiny sliver of the ONE, containing within our proteins that make up our DNA and RNA the information to make up the collective whole. Coming to Earth meant operating under the illusion that we are not only separate but unique, refracted aspects of one another. This gives the game of life a basal feeling of disconnection from others. We live in a fear-based reality, adrenaline pumping us here and there, to and fro. We distract ourselves with materialism, competition, and the fear of scarcity, feeding the illusion. We’re so busy, many of us are unable to breathe and feel through the heart chakra.
Resistance to the uncomfortable is itself uncomfortable because it is not the natural state of being. We have been living the polar opposite of our natural rhythmic state. It pays to remember that the elusive state of abundance is achieved by intent and a vibrational intensity entered only when one is in touch with Source.
Matching one’s vibrational energy to engaged energy is the way to physical manifestation of everything conceivable. First, go to thought form. Start inward, going outward. Build from the inside out. Letting Light and Spirit flow gets easier as we re-align with our Divine nature.
I believe the age of our conditioned fear response has passed. We are waking up to the New Paradigm. The Shift, the Quickening is upon us and we are learning constantly how to co-create our reality. Opening each individual heart chakra will open the collective heart chakra--this is the way to compassion for ourselves and our fellow “slivers”. As the synapses in each brain connect through peptides, receptors in the brain will bridge eventually with very little effort. It will become second nature, letting ourselves go to the body’s natural state of balance—a homeostasis beyond our dreams.
by Morag Grayheart
This column is partly history, partly mythology, partly religion. It is an attempt to reawaken knowledge of the Divine in All Life.
Isis (Greek form of Auset) is arguably the most important Egyptian Goddess—certainly the most well-known one. She was the personification of the Ultimate Female Creative Force, and possessed great skill in magic. Her titles include Queen of All Gods, Lady of Heaven, and Maker of Sunrise—to name a few. She was worshipped not only in Egypt but also in Greece, Rome, and Western Europe. Her attributes were bestowed upon the Virgin Mary as well, carrying on Her veneration into Catholicism.
Isis is Goddess of All Things, but specifically motherhood, family, and magic. She was considered the noblest example of a loving wife and mother, and was central to spells for protection and healing. Her herbs include fig, heather, wheat, barley, wormwood, vervain, rose, palm, and the sacred lotus.
Today Isis is worshipped by modern Pagans and Witches, and continues to be an important figure of mythology and history.
by Captain Paul Shepard
Earth Day has come and gone. One day of the year devoted to environmental concern—better than nothing?
Since 1968, the environmental movement has roller-coastered in popularity. In 1972, escalating human populations seemed the priority, but by 1992, that concern didn’t even make the agenda. When we warned of climate change twenty years ago, no one cared. Now, ecology’s in vogue again thanks to global warming. Big organizations are tapping the public for donations!
These organizations are too political to offer practical solutions. The solution is simple: live in accordance with the three basic laws of ecology.
First is the Law of Diversity. The strength of an eco-system lies in diversity of species within it. Weaken diversity and the entire system will ultimately collapse.
Second is the Law of Interdependence. All of the species within an eco-system are interdependent. We need one another.
The third law of Ecology is the Law of Finite Resources. The limit to carrying capacity implies limits to growth. Human populations now exceed ecological carrying capacity. This diminishes both resources and diversity of species. The diminution of diversity in turn causes serious problems with interdependence.
Einstein wrote, “If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would have only four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.” That illustrates the Law of Interdependence. Forget global warming, folks. The disappearance of the honeybee could end our existence far sooner than we think.
The honey bee is disappearing. Why? We don’t know--perhaps genetically modified crops, or pesticides, or cell phones interfering with bees’ navigation. Around the world bees are disappearing in a crisis called Colony Collapse Disorder.
We keep our place on this planet by a mere toehold. Yet we cut down the forests. We pollute the soil, air and water, although running out of fresh drinking water. We’ve plundered the oceans of life: 90% of all fish have been removed from their eco-systems, over 65,000 miles of long lines sit in the Pacific Ocean alone, while tens of thousands of fishing vessels scour the seas in a rapacious quest to scoop up anything that swims or crawls. The largest marine predator on the planet right now is the cow, for ocean fish are rendered into fish meal for domestic livestock. This is eco-insanity.
Consider the humble honey bee. The little black-and-yellow insect flitting busily from flower to flower is all that stands between us and our demise as a species. We had better see to its survival.
by David Parkinson
Isn’t that what the grocery stores are for? Yes and no. Lately you may have picked up on a renewed interest in all things to do with food: where it comes from; how far it’s traveling; what’s in it; who’s producing it; how it’s produced; and why our food production is the way it is.
Powell River is an interesting place to be these days. I feel very lucky to be coordinating the local Food Security Project, whose two main goals are to help increase local food production and to help residents of Powell River gain access to local nutritious food.
I’ll be using this monthly column to talk about the activities and events that are working towards these goals, like the 50-Mile Diet challenge, the Fruit Tree Project, and other workshops and events that are planned for late summer.
I’ll also connect food-growing and the local food movement to other things that are happening around town, such as how best to use land in the Agricultural Land Reserve and how Powell River could plan to deal with a changing climate and the rising cost of fossil fuels.
See you at the open-air market!
To receive David’s newsletter or to make suggestions and ideas, contact him at fsp@prcn.org.
by Terry Brown
Coming soon to your neighbourhood! Scenic Clearcuts. Toxic Waste Monsters. Frankenfish Farms. Unbelievable Giveaways. Towering Development. Power Line Matrix. All in HiDef Surround Sound Reality!
Okay, much of this is already reality, not a soon to be released feature film. What is coming soon is a provincial government land planning process for the Sunshine Coast Forest District (SCFD). This District extends from Gambier Island in Howe Sound up to Mt. Waddington. This includes the Upper and Lower Sunshine Coast, Toba and Bute inlets and a huge swathe of backcountry up to the border of Tsy’los Park around Chilko Lake. This district is larger than some countries. Many countries can only dream of having crystal clear lakes and rivers, wild salmon and trophy size cutthroat trout, good populations of grizzlies, forests reaching from ocean to alpine, and octopus gardens.
Many of us grassroots activists, as well as the Powell River Regional District Board, have been actively lobbying the provincial government for a full Land and Resource Management Plan (LRMP) which includes all land and water issues. Fully eighty-five percent of the province has already completed LRMPs.
However, the process which the BC Liberals are offering us leaves most of the issues out of the discussion. We’ve been told the following will NOT be included in this planning process:
1) New Parks: The SCFD was included in the 1996 Lower Mainland Protected Area Strategy. The result? Protected areas totalling only 3% of our district. All the parks were created around Vancouver and Whistler.
2) Marine Issues: This is too fraught with interjurisdictional battles between the federal ministry of Fisheries and Oceans and the province.
3) Forestry Methods: Clearcut logging of ALL the maturing forests is the game plan, since this area is the best growing land for Douglas Fir on the coast. In other words “One Big Tree Farm”.
4) Mining: This is reserved for a separate process.
5) Private Land: including all the land giveaways that the current provincial government is bestowing on companies like Island Timberlands, Plutonic Power, mining companies etc. etc.
The government has given this area to private corporations to extract the raw resources for their benefit, and to hell with the local ecology, economy, jobs and communities.
It’s up to us who live here to come up with our own Community Vision. A vision which maps out what kind of life we want to have here, for now and for many generations to come. To make a positive difference join the visioning process with the Community Roundtable. Contact Terry or Jude for more info at 604-487-0168 or jlabrams@shaw.ca.
What does it take for good to triumph?
You. Me. Now.
by Eva van Loon
July 5, 2007: the Agricultural Land Commission came to hear Powell River’s input on an application to remove 5 land parcels, 847 acres, from the Agricultural Land Reserve to build an international airport, a gated housing development, a 5-star hotel and convention centre, and a golf course.
Powell Riverites filled the Ballroom at Town Centre Hotel. Almost forty people responded to the presentation by representatives of the City, Catalyst, Sliammon band, the joint-venture developers (PRSC), and the wildly named Yrainucep Development Corporation.
(In case you missed it, “Yrainucep” is “Pecuniary” for those of us who read backwards, and pecuniary means anything to do with money.)
The Commission listened attentively for over 4 hours. The applicants presented Powell River’s need for residential and industrial development on land which, they claim, is no good for agriculture anyway. Then the public spoke, many expressing confusion and doubt over so vague a proposal, while acknowledging PR needs diversified economy.
Where are the disputed parcels of land? The prettiest bit is Parcel A, 143 acres roughly between the Recreation Complex and Willingdon Beach, where so many of us enjoy the lovely trails. Parcel C is 32 acres between Cranberry and Townsite, partly logged in the past but still affording recreation. The remaining three parcels lie joined in Wildwood, one entirely owned by Catalyst.
In arguing that these are not cultivable, the applicants never bothered to define “agriculture”. On the website, however, agriculture is defined to include the growing of trees—something all 5 parcels are very good at.
Material posted at the meeting claim that only 7% of soil in the five parcels is top quality, but the soil maps reveal that Parcel A has mostly excellent soil, the Cranberry parcel has middling soil, and the Wildwood parcels, while having the poorest soil overall, can and do produce. In order to get Parcel A out of the ALR, the applicants lump it with much bigger parcels where the soil is poorer, claiming in the aggregate that these lands are not cultivable. No plans for desirable Parcel A or for the Cranberry parcel were presented; presumably these lands are wanted for speculation of the pecuniary kind.
Whether it was this distortion of the nature of the parcels, the vagueness of the proposal, or the sheer madness of the notion that enough people would fly to the Pearl on the Sunshine Coast to support a jetport and convention center and untold local “careers”, the public’s b.s. detector began twitching early on.
Applause showed strong feeling against giving up the nature of these parcels for the sake of a development out of tune with Powell River from the get-go. Yet, clearly the public also harbors huge concerns about sustainability of the local job market and economy as well as the local food, water, and energy supply.
ALC members will now discuss all the oral and written input and decide whether this application is a good way to address those concerns.
by Corey Matsumoto
As is the case with many underground publications, Immanence is a rapidly evolving project full of challenges and fueled by many contributions of knowledge, opinions – and of course –advertising dollars.
The largest challenge has been printing. We are intent on having a magazine that is entirely locally produced and printed. This is quite the task in a community where the local printing “industry” consists of a handful of color copiers and an assortment of obsolete museum–quality machinery as old as the mill itself.
There is an unfortunate catch–22 scenario where money is not invested in local printing because the local printers don’t get enough business to afford the gear needed to print the large local jobs. We refuse to let Immanence become a part of the imbalance and hope to bring back the days of locally produced and printed publications (remember Powell River News?). We are finding ways to support 2 or 3 local printers by giving each a bite–sized portion of our monthly print run. It’s working out so far.
The higher cost of printing locally means a reduced number of pages and a shorter print run per advertiser than we’d like. Other local publications produce huge volumes of copies for a much cheaper price. It is my belief, however, that the market is being flooded with stacks and stacks of copies that end up sitting around and dumped in recycle bins by the handful. Ever looked through the paper bin at the recycling depot? This is money spent out of town and wasted every month for the sake of “high distribution”. The worst example is a tourism magazine that touted impressive distribution figures. We were given a box of 500 to distribute at our business –we only needed about 60 to display for the summer, and another 40 lasted the rest of the year. If every business that advertised got a box of 500 magazines, I could imagine how easy it would be to fulfill their “high distribution” figures.
Advertisers are wising up to these techniques, and are looking for true value advertising that works. It is my hope that our advertisers realize how visible and effective their ads are, and that readers of Immanence Magazine appreciate the minimal amount of advertising per page. It is not my intention to disrespect the other publications in town, because I believe each provides a service to the community. I’m simply responding to the many questions I’ve been asked about the apparent lack of copies of Immanence around town.
As you read through this magazine, take note of the different businesses that partner (advertise) with us each month. We are all trying to build Powell River into a thriving local economy, and by spending money locally we are strengthening our town against a dying mill.
PS. I promise that I’ll take up less space for my rants if you start sending us letters, articles and news items. Send your 2 bits to editor@immanence.ca and let’s get people talking.
by Corey Matsumoto
There is talk going around town about a blacklist containing the names of businesses that support petitions in favor of halting the Wildwood landfill expansion. The blacklist insinuates that a movement to halt the landfill expansion will lead to the shutdown of the mill resulting in millions of dollars of lost annual income and municipal tax revenue.
When will all Powellriverites wake up to the possibility that the mill is already on a shutdown schedule planned years ago? The layoffs began nearly a decade ago, and continue on a regular basis throughout the industry to this day. It looks to me that the New York company that now controls the mill is looking to make a few quick dollars by conveniently dumping toxic waste next to our farming community and potable water sources instead of creating a separate landfill far away from airable land and schools. They are not concerned about the long-term health of our tiny, far-away community because they are not planning on being around for long. They are using the constant threat of closing the mill as a scare tactic to control Powellriverites through fear and sway public opinion in their favor, no matter how ludicrous their argument is.
We are being led to believe that if we boycott businesses that stand up for the long-term health of the community, we will help the mill to remain open longer. The fact is that the axe is already poised to strike whether or not we concede to corporate bullying. I feel like we’re living in a horror movie where the victim sells out his neighbours to avoid being hurt, but is killed anyway (as planned) once he has served the villain’s purposes.
The best option we all have is to support local small businesses–especially the businesses that stand up to corporate bullying and have a REAL interest in protecting and sustaining the health and viability of our community.
It’s time we all learn to use our wings and fly together as a community without an operational mill. The nest is being tipped over whether we like it or not, and we look like fools by pecking at each other’s wings on the way down. We should be supporting each other and turning our fears into enterprising ideas for sustainable economic diversification.
by Agricultural Land Reserve Response Team
URGENT! Stop the removal of 880 acres from the ALR and support agricultural and sustainable initiatives in Powell River.
Powell River’s farming future is in crisis. The City of Powell River and its land development corporation have applied to the Agricultural Land Commission to remove 880 acres within the City from the Agricultural Land Reserve, one of the largest exclusion applications ever. ALERT, the Agricultural Land Emergency Response Team, is working to keep the land in the ALR and to devote it to varied agricultural, educational, value added and residential uses, called the Alternative Agricultural Plan.
Join us in bringing this vision to reality. Call: 604 483 4923 or email: powellriveralert@gmail.com
For more information, refer to www.immanence.ca.
by PR Brown
Cranberry Day returns to Lindsay Park for another year! This year’s theme is Celebrate Cranberry and events run from 9am – 3pm, July 29th, starting with the traditional pancake breakfast. Edgehill’s famous hotdogs and burgers will be available all day. Old-time Cranberry residents can visit at Pioneer Corner. There’ll be kids’ games, bike decorating, music, a talent show and silent auction. Come and meet new and old neighbours. For information or to volunteer contact Pam at 604-414-0826; Katherine at 604-414-0800 or prbrown7@shaw.ca. To register for talent show visit the Cranberry Bar or store.
Schedule:
9 am Pancake Breakfast
9-3 Pioneer Corner
10:30 – noon Children’s games
10:30 –2:30 Bike decorating
1:30 – 2:30 Talent Show
2:30 Awards & prizes
3 pm Closing
by Corey Matsumoto
Lund Dayz returns this year on August 18. The event has a large and long-running history as a festival of music, art and craft vendors, and activities for the kids. Although Lund Dayz of recent years have been somewhat smaller than those of its rich past, this year’s event promises to be the better than ever with music and activities at Nancy’s Bakery, Terracentric, and the Lund Pub lawn.
The event kicks off Saturday morning at 8:00 with a pancake breakfast hosted by the local fire department. Kids activities include a fishing derby, bathtub races, and a boat building contest hosted by Terracentric.
Those interested in performing during the event or setting up a craft table can call Caitlin at 483-4238. Event organizers are also welcoming prize donations and volunteers to help make this year’s event a smashing success.
by Allan Lindley
Summertime has arrived, the sun is shining and the flowers are in full bloom. If you listen carefully, along with the buzzing sound of bees and mosquitoes you might hear a new breed of insect…the Reading Bug!
“Catch the Reading Bug”, British Columbia’s province-wide Summer Reading Club, has arrived at the Powell River Public Library and at Ahms Tah Ow in Sliammon. Children of all ages can join this free summer-long program beginning July 3rd, and explore a wide array of reading and fun-filled activities, including games, crafts, and performances, that will no doubt leave them “itching for more!”
Started in 1990, the Summer Reading Club supports children in developing a life-long love of reading. By maintaining their literacy skills during the summer holidays, the program has encouraged them and their families to feel comfortable in using libraries and library resources.
A Summer Reading Log is given out at the beginning of the program, and for every seven days that they read, they receive a sticker. At the end of the summer, all Readers who complete their log and all seven weeks of reading will receive a special Summer Reading Club medal in recognition of their achievement. As well, children can take part in the many SRC activities offered by their local public library.
This year the two acting Student SRC Coordinators are Allan Lindley and Karina Harry. Allan is a member of the Upper Nicola Okanagan Indian Band near Merritt, BC, and is an Indigenous Studies and Communications student at the Nicola Valley Institute of Technology (NVIT). Karina is a Sliammon band member and will be participating in the Native Indian Teaching Education Program (NITEP) at UBC this fall. This marks the first time that two First Nations people have facilitated the program.
The programs will host two daily sessions on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays at the Powell River Public Library, one in the morning from 10:30 am to 12:00 pm for children ages 6-9, and one in the afternoon from 1:00 to 2:30 pm for children 9-12.
In Sliammon, it will run at Ahms Tah Ow Wednesday afternoons from 1:00 to 2:30 pm, and Thursdays from 10:30 am to 12:00 pm ages 6-9, and again in the afternoons 1-2:30 pm, ages 9-12.
Studies show that voluntary reading, along with strong parental support, is the number one factor in establishing strong and healthy reading habits in children. Both the Public Library and Ahms Tah Ow’s S’Library host an impressive collection of First Nations literature, both fiction and non-fiction, for all ages.
Registration for the Summer Reading Club is expected to fill up quickly, so contact either the public library (604) 485-4796, or Ahms Tah Ow (604) 483-9646 ext.232 to sign your children up so that they can Catch The Bug!
/ by Corey Matsumoto
Aside from an unseasonally rainy day, the 2007 Folk Feast went ahead as planned at Local Loco’s Cafe on Saturday July 7. Attendees packed inside the cosy cafe to celebrate art, music, and the community of Powell River. Event headliners Terza Rima played a killer set, showing no signs of fatigue from their long 13 hour journey from Kelowna. The all-day event raised $110 for the Powell River SPCA.
by Corey Matsumoto
The 2007 Diversity Festival happens July 20-23 in a picturesque setting at Shingle Beach Campsite on Texada Island. The festival celebrates DJ culture and live original music. This year’s Beach Stage performers include Juno nominee Adham Shaik, Jeff Milligan, Michael Red, DJ Soma, Sirbassa, Nils, and many more. Live original music will be showcased on the Diversity Stage and will include Five Alarm Funk, Dream Tree Project, Big Bass Theory, Dub Truck and others.
A Vendors Village will be set up and several free workshops will be held throughout the weekend at the Loco Zone (Local Loco’s food, art and open-jam tent) and other locations throughout the festival. There will be a Tabla and Sitar workshop, an interactive traditional folk and fairytale workshop, a Chakra Sounds and Active Meditation workshop, and music workshops for kids of all ages.
Tickets are limited to 600, and are available online at www.coastalconscious.com or at Local Loco’s Cafe on Willingdon Ave.
There will be retractable rain covers over both stages to ensure a rain or shine event.
Dogs are not permitted on the festival grounds, so please plan accordingly.
Janet Panic has built a reputation as one of Canada’s premier songwriters over the past ten years. Janet’s latest record The Girl Who Passed For Normal tells stories spanning the passionate to the humorous delivered with a stripped down Here I Am honesty. These predominantly live solo tracks feature her innate ability to deliver the goods as a singer/songwriter with nothing more than a guitar in her hands and someone to listen. Her voice is sweet, her music is funky and uplifting, and her lyrics are on par with the greatest of writers. The Vancouver Sun called her a cross between Lou Reed and Leonard Cohen. She moves between haunting ballads and up tempo melodic foot tappers with flawless dynamics and arrangement. When she is heard, she is understood whether she is singing in English or French. Janet Panic’s appeal is universal and she brings magic where ever she goes.
You can catch Janet Panic live at Local Loco’s Cafe on Friday August 3 at 8pm. There will be a $6 cover charge. www.janetpanic.com
Full Disclosure was a radio show hosted by Luke Brocki and Amanda Bell broadcasting cutting edge music every Thursday night. on CJMP 90.1 FM. Although the hosts have recently moved out of Powell River, Full Disclosure lives on in the form of CD reviews in this ongoing column written in turn by Luke and Amanda.
The White Stripes
“Icky Thump”
(June 2007)It had to happen sooner or later. Jack and Meg White are going through an experimental stage. While several tracks on Icky Thump are solid and reminiscent of earlier albums, the majority of the disc goes in unexpected directions. They dabble in hard Celtic, alien noises and Spanish stylings. The result is scattered and thus not great for playing in the car, but this factor will likely be forgiven by devoted fans. More importantly, this album, despite inconsistencies, somehow feels epic. And that’s the upside of many experimental phases; an incredible tour. This anthemic album was made to hear live.
Serve with: Black Keys, Kings of Leon
Of Montreal
“Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?”
(January 2007)This disc will be a part of your daily routine for awhile. You will find new lyrical gems in its space-disco Beatle-esque sound with every listen. Kevin Barnes created this album from the ashes of a bitter divorce and if you listen closely, you will find traces of heartbreak, but they’re well hidden in this rude, beautiful, funky and funny disc. Critics say this is Of Montreal’s darkest recording to date, but it’s also probably the first album about break-ups and depression you can dance to. This band gets better with every release, which isn’t due so much to experimentation as to genuine artistic growth.
Serve with: Neutral Milk Hotel, Elf Power
Spoon
“Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga”
(July 2007)If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, seems to be the unintentional message of these southerners. The bouncy, laid back, raspy, fun rock songs found here are present on all their recordings. It’s not that the band fails to evolve; it has just mastered the “Spoon sound”. Each album tries something new on a track or two. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga does so with “The ghost of you lingers”, a cold Bowie-inspired experiment. But despite the brilliance, it’s also the song you’ll likely skip over to get back to that summertime swagger. Keep this one in the car.
Serve with: Pixies, The French Kicks
by Amanda Bell
by Skye Morrison
I would like to tell you about one of my favourite things in the world. Well actually now there are eleven of them, and they are quickly multiplying. They are black, 9”x6”, hardcover sketchbooks, known as the Draw in Me Books. They can be found lying on tables and shelves, in stacks of magazines, and tucked under the couch cushions around Local Loco’s —usually not far from a case of pencil-crayons or a box of markers. They implore you to add something, whether it is a scribble, a poem, a cartoon, or an elaborate painting. They colourfully showcase the diverse creativity of our community and its visitors.
One day I remember a woman approached me with tears in her eyes, after having spent nearly two hours absorbed in working in one of the books. She confessed that though she had loved art in her youth, she hadn’t drawn in over thirty years until that day.
These books are, themselves, a work of art. A collage of playfulness, wisdom, inspiration and beauty, with of course the odd morbid doodle and innuendo.
If you should happen to find a blank spot in one of your “Draw in Me Book” journeys, don’t pass up the chance to go down in history. I am convinced that these books will be famous one day.
If I’m wrong, however, they will still be the eleven (and counting) of my favourite things in the world.
by Alfred Muma
The popular Powell River Studio Tour, now in its third year, will take place Saturday and Sunday August 25 & 26, 10AM to 5PM.
You can visit the 30 locations with 33 individual visual artists represented in their studios as well as a number of gallery artists in two local galleries and one artist co-operative. There is a lot to see and experience, for the eyes, heart and soul.
The tour this year extends from Saltery Bay to Lund. The diverse media include drawing & paintings, fibre arts, jewelry, mixed media, wood arts, photography, pottery, stained glass, sculpture, small press books, art cards and printmaking.
Plan to use both days to enjoy a more leisurely pace—taking in the studios, as well as the live music and refreshments offered at some of the locations.
The free brochure and maps will be available two weeks before the tour at Tug Gum Gallery in Lund, Powell River Visitors Centre, Artique Artist Co-operative, Local Loco’s, Sunrise Gallery in Powell River and south of town at Gallery at Sunspot 101. Or go to the web site www.powellriverartists.com/index.html for downloadable brochure and maps in printable Adobe Acrobat (PDF) format.
Follow the bright studio tour signs to the studio of your choice for glimpses of the lively art scene of Powell River.
by Annie Poirier
Pleated shorts. They add at least ten pounds and are a prime cause of middle-aged-tire-waistitis in the under 30 set. They were all the rage 20 years ago. Instead, get some nice un-pleated linen or cotton shorts. Those are timeless and flattering. If you’re 30-plus I recommend getting a longer pair, maybe mid-thigh or longer, that fits close to the leg because huge baggy shorts just look weird on anybody.
Crocs/ Holey Soles. This applies to all seasons. I don’t care how comfortable they are, or how trendy they are. Anything is better than these cartoony soul-sucking destroyers of society.
Socks and sandals. Yes, I know it’s a cliché, but there’s a reason. Wearing your socks out like that will get them dirty faster, and some of that dirt will never come out. Not to mention it’s completely unnecessary during the summer (way too hot!) as well as being an antithesis of sexy footwear.
Polyester/nylon velour tracksuits. They’re not gangsta’, or flattering, or at all stylish. They’re tragic. In spite of colour, they show every stain. They’re made from synthetic fibres and so don’t breathe, which makes you sweat even more—not wise in summer time. Get some clothes made out of real fabric that breathes. Do it for the children, the future, and Gandhi.
by Eva van Loon
Since July, 2005, Trendzessence has made a delicious difference to local shopping. Starting out with Sue Russell’s imports and local designer Selena Asher’s originals, the store soon also featured such items as Verlee Peter’s horns and hemp fashions from Jo’momma Designs. When Alisha Van Belle of Jo’momma Designs became a partner, the trio opened the current location on Alberni Street.
The new store soon evolved into a community showcase for artists: Cher Peters’ fairy wings, jewellery, and quality sunglasses, Hanna Heart Song’s crochet bags and hats, Sue’s father’s stone jewellery, and anything that fit the style of Trendzessence—even organic body jewellery. Trendzessence plans to expand its selection of clothing from other up and coming local and West–coast designers.
Alisha Van Belle handcrafts the Jo’momma clothing line from home in Lund. Most of these funky garments are styled in natural fabrics like cotton and hemp. Organically grown hemp is highly wearable, both for its superior insulating and anti-bacterial qualities. Hemp breathes so well that it deals with perspiration better than does cotton. Alisha is expanding the range of natural fabrics to new sensations like soy and bamboo blends. She is also starting a “huggable revolution” with cloaks and sweaters in soft, fuzzy fabrics. Inspired by fairies, elves, nature spirits, Alisha works her prototypes until the fit is perfect for real women’s shapes. When her garments become beloved pieces treasured until worn out, that’s her greatest compliment! These are innovative designs in fabrics that feel too good to take off.
by Kevin E. Abrams
Colloidal silver is comprised of electrically charged particles of pure silver in a distilled water solution. Rather than an anti-biotic,” colloidal silver is described in common literature as anti-fungal, anti-bacterial and anti-viral. Unlike antibiotics, colloidal silver, an anti-microbial, does not destroy positive intestinal flora, and historically has been shown to be non-toxic except to single cell pathogens.
Colloidal silver has been used successfully against over 650 causes of dis-ease, including parasites in their single cell stage. Silver impregnated bandages have long been used to prevent infection and accelerate healing in burn victims.
Botanically speaking, a tablespoon of CS will also destroy bacteria, which causes stem rot, thus measurably extending the life of cut flowers. It can be given safely to animals in their drinking water. CS has been used successfully against everything from cancer to eye and ear infections, and works because of its capacity to destroy the enzyme, which makes it possible for single cell pathogens to metabolize oxygen.
Through the use of CS, dis-ease-causing pathogens are suffocated. Best of all, with the persistence of antibiotic-resistant micro-organisms, pathogens do not develop a tolerance for CS. CS can be used either for health maintenance or as a remedy. It can by obtained from a variety of sources, or it can be made in the home or even while on vacation. In fact, colloidal silver should be an article in every person’s travel kit.
For more information about colloidal silver, its uses, availability and application, please contact Kevin E. Abrams at, 604-485-4778 or email abrams32@telus.net
by Eva van Loon
Sing along to the advice I give inquiring parents who want to know What They Can Do to prevent or cure learning disabilities:
“Blow up your TV; throw away your sodas;
give away the Ritalin; try to be home;
get some music lessons; do a lot of dancing;
memorise the tables on your own.”
Many parents suspected those drugs anyway, and just knew they were right about piano lessons, memorizing, and the infamous “New Math” of the Seventies. It’s fun to watch them blench at the notion of Doing Without TV.
“But we only let the kids watch a little bit,” they invariably protest. “Only the good stuff.”
There is no good stuff. Seriously. It’s not the content; it’s the screen itself. Recent research vindicates what many have sensed all along: TV, however good the content, is toxic to children.
One study concludes that, for every hour of TV a child under seven watches daily, there’s a 10% greater likelihood of developing ADHD. So, if a child watches ten hours’ TV per day, it doesn’t matter if parents mute commercials and restrict content to education and nature channels. They’ll soon be dealing with ADHD (and paying therapists like me to fix it).
Another study notes that the human brain makes more high-confidence errors in a cluttered environment. That means kids making zillions of mistakes in video or computer games will still enjoy it, but kids making errors on a piece of paper or a single problem on an educational TV screen at school will be fighting to keep some self-esteem.
Finally, since 1974 my own experience with kids diagnosed with “Learning Disabilities” tells me that the majority have had very significant long-term exposure to TV and/or computer screens—and those are the same kids who haven’t developed normal visualisation skills.
Conclusion? Young humans should be severely restricted in access to TV and computer screens. Under seven years? No screens at all. Forget baby Einstein—the parent is far more important than Einstein or any teacher ever can be.
Go ahead. Blow up your TV. Let’s have a TV-blow-up party. Take that, Military-Industrial-Corporatocracy! One small step for a family—a giant step towards reclaiming our brains.
by Wolfy
Don’t let the stairs deter you! (Lawn dining in clear, warm weather.) Well priced, central, pleasant licensed restaurant in an old house, with several dishes worth coming back for. Local owners see to your every need without over-hovering. “Everything is made from scratch,” says Sharon Smalley.
We three fussy diners had a great time for $88 plus tip, including 2 appies, 2 desserts, four drinks, and three entrees. Try the stupendous coconut prawns for your next deep-fried delectation (8 points out of 10). The “Chippers” appie is deliciously different (7). Best dish is planked wild salmon with blackberry-orange relish (8).
Come back for Sunday breakfast—the traditional is a mere $2.99 (8), but you’ll be tempted by full menu—the Southwest Bennie gets a resounding 9 points from a picky breakfast eater. Lunch at $5.49 to $10.95 offers a full range of sandwiches.
5th Avenue Bistro
Location: 4722A Marine Avenue
Menu: Seafood and more
Pricing: $5.49 - $10.95
by Stacey Forbes
Yaaaaay, it’s local strawberry time! The only trouble: there aren’t enough district growers to supply our voracious appetites for the beloved berry. Let’s beg them to grow more. I have succumbed to purchasing one box of un-local strawberries to get the juices flowing on my continuous regional search. And in preparation for next year, have inserted, into my recently amended garden soil, twenty strawberry plantlets. As it is their first year, I was to pick off all the berries—I have been dutiful -and regrettably counted all 87 of the sacrificial buds. But next year…
For your first truly ripe berries of the season, there is only one choice of preparation: eat them straight off their stems, juices dripping. When the excitement of ‘au naturale’ wanes, slice the cored berries in half lengthwise, add a few drops of lemon juice, (or excellent balsamic vinegar), a decent sprinkle of white organic sugar, and a gentle toss. Let sit at room temperature for an hour and serve without adornment.
For an unpretentious, but luscious, dessert find the last of the pink stems of tart rhubarb selling at the Open Air Market. Cut them into chunks, gently tenderize them along with a small scoop of sugar in a saucepan over medium flame until they yield to a blunt knife; cool. Fold rhubarb gingerly with a similar amount of fresh berries done in the macerating-style above and alternate with softly whipped, organic cream in a tall-stemmed glass.
Savour this delightful short visit from the strawberry in its finest hour and happily anticipate forthcoming seasonal gems.
Stacey Forbes is a former chef and a cooking teacher; to add to her field of interest, she is now discovering an intense interest in sustainable food gardens.
by Julie Bellian
B.C. had an idea. Look into the future, picture B.C. torn up, congested, covered with vinyl, and riddled with sewage systems. Put aside lands for farming, in anticipation of this mess. Call it the Agricultural Land Reserve and keep it protected for food production, just as Parks are protected for our common use.
City Council is telling the Province that Powell River prefers to see an international airport for jet-setters, a plastics factory, and gated community for rich out-of-towners on these lands.
Snow peas from China grown in human excrement, anyone?
Food prices in stores will soar as fuel & ferry prices soar. Peak oil & climate change will end our apparent glut of cheap food. This abundance is artificially boosted by oppressive systems the world over. Canada, get your head out of the sand.
Have you noticed? Organic food… Farmer’s Markets… “Eat Local” – it’s all the rage elsewhere, especially among urbanites, as if it were just invented. Powell River, you have been doing it for 20 years! You are the first GE free crop area in Canada! Famous outside of Powell River! Let’s increase local farming, not discard it.
Besides—mass-produced food is crap. Do you mind pus, chemicals and drugs in your milk, meat & cheese? Watch factory food being ‘cooked’ and you’ll see where pimples come from.
Recipe for cancer? Read a few labels.
Powell River, stand up for the lands and for local food & farming.
by David Parkinson
Did you know that Powell River has a community garden? Although many would-be gardeners and urban farmers have backyard space, there are many people without access to a patch of soil where they can grow some of their own food. More and more, people are starting to recognize how we all need to take responsibility for our food choices, to start learning more about where our food comes from, to support our local economy and our fellow citizens who work the land on our behalf, and to start learning the skills required to produce some of our own food.
The Seventh Day Adventist Church, on Manson just north of Alberni, has a very strong commitment to seeing that people in our community who are in need of food can get that need met. They host a soup kitchen and offer free food every weekday, and they have generously allocated part of the church property to the community for a food garden.
Hana-Louise Braun is the volunteer coordinator of the garden, and has had help from a few other volunteers who have done a lot of weeding and planting. They are all putting their work, energy, and passion into turning this patch of land into a lovely food garden. About half of the garden is being set up with beautiful curvaceous raised beds for use as a permaculture garden, and currently has lots of kale, broccoli, beets, and other plants. There is a border of Jerusalem artichokes and plenty of herbs, and Hana-Louise plans to make the garden produce food year-round. The other half of the garden is set up as allotments, which are being gardened by families or groups, who are free to do whatever they want with their plot, as long as they commit to a full growing season and grow organically.
Eventually, this garden will host workshops and events so that more people can have a chance to learn about growing food. If you’re interested in becoming involved, give Hana-Louise a call at 489-0080, and you can arrange a time to meet her and get started working in the garden.
by Eva van Loon
On the way to or from Saltery Bay, you can’t miss the sign to magic–NIMH.
Intrigued, you pull over and park. What on earth is NIMH?
Peace envelops you as you wend your way through the riot of happy plants to a funky little building where, hopefully, the hand-lettered signs will tell you what’s going on.
NIMH is a small, family-owned organic farm, based on perma-culture design. NIMH’s goal is sustainability. It stands for Natural Institute for Medicinal Health.
You can eat plants and flowers here, including the biggest variety of tomatoes ever seen. All produce is grown right on the farm all summer long, and several greenhouses extend the growing season.
Step inside the tranquil arbor. Sit and sip a cup of organic coffee or tea, with nothing more important to do than watch the goldfish swimming in the pond.
Doesn’t it all inspire you to get on with your own garden? NIMH is ready for you: there’s a selection of hard–to–find organic fertilizers and garden products that will lighten your wallet in a good way.
Need protein? Free-range chicken eggs are available year ‘round, and NIMH’s homegrown pork, chicken and duck will add organic meat to your diet.
After tea walk over to beautiful Donkersley Beach. Take an organic cold drink, a snack or frozen treat along.
Wait–hang around till evening. The Starlight Lounge, inside the arbor, will be hosting gatherings for music and friendship.
Maggie Lindsay
Who can resist a depiction of the glorious deep blue of a summer night sky...spangled with stars...?
Lapis lazuli is a combination of various minerals, mostly blue lazurite. Pyrite contributes the gold flecks and calcite streaks through with white threads. Often confused with the blue hydrated copper stone azurite, or jasper stained blue and sold as “Swiss lapis”, real lapis has been used for centuries to make ultramarine paint for painters.
A stone prized since ancient times, lapis is said to have existed before time was born. It is alleged to lead one to gain access to ancient mysteries while conferring the wisdom necessary to understand them. Lapis was said to be a stone set in the breast plates of high priests.
Vibrating with the third chakra, this stone can help one speak one’s truth to the self, to others, and to the universe, thus bringing balance to the throat chakra. That balance can extend to the second or brow chakra, providing release from emotional bondage as one gains third-eye clarity that allows fuller objectivity. Objectivity in turn allows one to acknowledge, accept, and release, as a pattern of balance, especially of the yang/yin, sky/earth, male/female energies. This is one way to promote a strong energizing, vitalizing connection between the physical and celestial forces. The resultant sense of connectedness enhances the awakening of the light of unification with all-that-is.
Some down-to-earth qualities attributed to beloved lapis are the alleviation of insomnia, balancing the thymus, resolution of throat disorders, and physical and psychic protection.
by Michelle Lea McCann
The key to humanity’s evolution is breath.
Breathing in, out, and through is the connection between the physical body and Spirit. The silver thread between life and death—breathing—is autonomous and automatic. When we lose consciousnesses, our parasympathetic system (the part of the nervous system that that controls involuntary bodily functions) agitates the sympathetic systems (or voluntary regulations) in the body into working. A miracle of the body is it keeps us going despite our being rendered useless by the loss of consciousness.
To be in line with Divine energy, to attain and maintain our cosmic connection, our raising of consciousness demands we must breathe. The word breath translates to spiritus in Latin, prana in Sanskrit (which is synonymous with life force), spirite in French, pneuma in Greek, and hā is the Hawaiian word for sacred breath, synonymous with soul.
The alignment with Spirit we desire is attained through breathing with conscious intent. Mind-body-soul consciousness and breath is the connection to the cosmic lattice between life and death. The wisdom of all cultures’ collective and individual perspectives is dismantling the old paradigm—beliefs based on good versus bad, separateness, and the illusion of duality.
True breathing is not fast shallow chest breathing—it is deep full slow belly breathing. Take a deep breath through the nose into your belly—see the breath as white light filling you from top to bottom, feel full with it. Release—slowly. Breath again, slowly, release again, slowly. Repeat. You will feel calm, at peace, and connected with The Source.
Evolution now is the attainment of heightened awareness through breath. We are waking up and we are re-membering our divine ability at re-creation and real-ization that yes, we are all one. So breathe Spirit throughout you, into you, around you, all in infinite connection to all that is divine. All is one in the now.
by Morag GrayHeart
Nut (also known as Nuit, Newt, and Neuth) is the Egyptian Goddess who personifies Sky. Nut means “night”. Her titles include “Coverer of the Sky”, “She Who Protects”, “Mistress of All”, and “She Who Holds A Thousand Souls.” According to the Egyptian Book of the Dead, Nut is described as a friend and protector of the dead, and is known for providing food and drink to them.
Nut is often portrayed as a woman bearing a vase of water on Her head, though sometimes She wears a headdress of horns and Hathor’s solar disk. She holds a papyrus sceptre in one hand and an ankh (Egyptian symbol of life and death) in the other.
Nut’s sacred symbol is the ladder. Ladders were often placed within tombs to protect the deceased, and to invoke the aid of the god of the dead (Osiris). Her sacred plant is the sycamore tree—aside from personifying sky She was also thought to personify this tree. Groves of sycamores were grown in honour of Her, and to get into Her good books. Nut’s sacred stone is Lapis Lazuli, a stone thought to represent the sky.
Morag Grayheart is a Hearth Witch, Walker of the Twilight Paths, and political activist.
Eva van Loon
My daughter and I lived in Hawaii during the worst eight years in American history. We watched the legal system upholding the supposedly most democratic nation crumble to dust. Canada had better pay attention—now.
Are Canadians aware that habeas corpus, the common law that protects us all from arbitrary confinement, has died in the US? Not only can aliens like me be thrown into prison indefinitely without being charged, but the same can happen to citizens, like my daughter. She can be classified as an “unlawful combatant” (Well, gee, y’mean there’s another kind?)
We fought the Shrub in both elections. Accustomed to the scrutineers and lawyers monitoring any Canadian election, we were stunned by the lack of public checks and balances in the American process. Beyond question, both 2000 and 2004 were stolen elections. Following that fiasco, millions petitioned against the appointment of Gonzales as Attorney-General and of Alito and Roberts to the Supreme Court, to no avail. Such appointments, like everything else in the US, are all about business.
Now Gonzales is in hot water for having a raft of Department of Justice attorneys sacked for their political views. This is the same man who gave the Shrub a legal opinion sanctioning torture, making America a laughingstock for what goes on in Abu Ghraib and Gitmo, and who failed to advise his boss that wiretapping ordinary citizens is illegal. “Department of Justice” is now an oxymoron in America.
US Supreme Court has just contradicted itself, 5/4, on two free-speech cases. Get this: an Alaska high-school student may not say anything that could be interpreted as advocating drug use BUT an anti-abortion group should have been allowed to broadcast ads targeting a specific Senate candidate right up to election day. So much for the McCain-Feingold law which bars paid ads from even mentioning the name of a federal candidate within 60 days of a general election or 30 days of a primary.
So much for freedom of speech. So much for reasonable limits.
Busted for high-school dress-code violations, my daughter would argue freedom of expression in the principal’s office, only to be told by a principal that the US Constitution does not operate on school grounds! One of her creations, a T-shirt protesting the Patriot Act, won her a scholarship from the American Civil Liberties Union (high on the list of the Shrub’s targeted organizations). Then she designed a T-shirt with these words scrawled blood-red across the famous photo of a student screaming over the body of a dead colleague at Kent State University in the 70s: “Land of the Free…because of the brave!”
Where are today’s protesting students? Where are the fraidycats who promised to stand with me as Women in Black on the corner of High and Main on Maui Wednesdays? Where are the millions mobbing the streets against each fresh outrage on citizens’ rights? The nation’s falling apart but you would think, unless you get independent news, that America’s business as usual.
Living in the US scared us. Speaking out is not safe. Belonging to certain groups, spelling your name certain ways, reading certain books, visiting certain websites—you may be spied on, with impunity, by the Shrub and his shrublets, and punished as the Decider, not the law, sees fit.
The Rule of Law has died in America. So we came home. But home is not enough. Canada still feels safe…er. But those who have felt the totalitarian chill to the south, the storm that would destroy our freedoms and pleasures is no respecter of boundaries. Think it couldn’t happen here? Reflect that two kids named Alistair Butt can’t fly because somebody put that name on our no-fly list. Remember the saying, “All that is necessary for the forces of evil to take over…is for enough good people to do nothing.”
Did we vote for a no-fly list? Why aren’t we on the streets, screaming outrage?
The lands of the free belong only to the brave…and the Rule of Law.
by Kevin Austin
If, as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words, then there was a heck of a racket coming out of the Rodmay Heritage Hotel the other night. It was opening night of “Standing Up for Eagle River”—a photo, art and musical celebration of this beautiful little waterway south of town—which is in imminent danger of clear cut logging.
The community turned out in droves.
The walls of the grand old hotel lobby were adorned with more than a hundred images of the river. Contributions ran the gamut from professional works to cherished old snaps from dusty scrapbooks. The kids from Kelly Creek Community School contributed a series of nature drawings, and Terry Brown debuted his film Eagle River: Liquid Jewel Of The Sunshine Coast to a crowded house. Folks were treated to a performance by violinist Madeleine Hocking who then joined in to help Sweet Cascadia raise the roof.
It was a glorious night with a wonderful homemade feel, with a little room for politics: the Friends of Eagle River, who organized the evening, updated folks on what has been happening down at the river, beginning with the most important thing. Fifteen months after learning of Island Timberland’s plans to log the river, the trees are still standing, but the forest is by no means safe. There are no guarantees that harvesting won’t start tomorrow. Trees are taped as you read this.
FoER also presented its Greenway Corridor proposal—a rough draft of what we would like to see happen along the Eagle River, which is a broad and protected swath of land along both sides of the water from the estuary to the dam. This would provide wildlife with unobstructed passage between the ocean and the wild areas above the dam, and leave the impression of wilderness to all who visit the place. To date the company has rejected this idea, but the trees are still standing. Now we as a community need to make this happen.
The Art Show will be up at various locations around town this summer, to remind everyone of what we have and what we stand to lose. Keep an eye out for it, and visit the river—it’s precious.
If you wish to add some of your work to the collection please email eagleriver02@gmail.com.
by Kevin Wilson
A critical decision when starting your own business is what to sell—whether product or service. There are two main ways of deciding.
First, “Do what you love, the money will follow”. This can work well, but often it doesn’t happen freely.
Second, look for something that people want very much and are willing to pay for, and then sell it to them. This often pays better, but you may end up with a business you’re not very interested in.
Ideally, combine the two: find something that fascinates and motivates you and that people will buy.
How do you find that something? Market Research!
You probably know what you’re interested in, but you may not know about all of the possibilities for basing a business on it. One way to find interesting niches is to explore online.
Check out eBay Pulse: what’s hot?
(http://pulse.ebay.com/)
Look at the most popular information products on Clickbank: what’s selling?
(http://www.clickbank.com/marketplace.htm)
Use a keyword research tool: what’s being searched for?
(http://tools.seobook.com/general/keyword/)
Use Amazon: what subjects are selling?
(http://www.amazon.com/gp/bestsellers)
If your market will be purely local, you need local information.
Talk to people. Do surveys in busy locations like the mall, at the Open Air market, or at events. (Get permission to survey on private property). What do they want to buy that they can’t get?
Who are the “movers and shakers” in your area of interest? Talk to them—find out what people are buying.
Is there a rash of new stores or services of a particular type? Can you piggyback on that without competing directly?
The bottom line is that if people won’t buy what you have to sell, you have no business. Find out before investing years of time and energy!
Jerome Desilets
I was given a copy of Immanence, set on shutting down the Mill and having a utopia of arts-and-craft vendors only in Powell River. No room for industry or new airports, from what I could gather.
The mill is on a shutdown schedule planned years ago? The mill is using the constant threat of mill closure as a scare tactic to control Powellriverites through fear? They are asking businesses to stand up to corporate bullying and learn to be a community without an operational mill? Simply put, there is no organized boycott.
I am someone who earns mill dollars. Businesses that don’t support how I make a living won’t get my support, and that makes perfect sense to me. A person saying not to support businesses that don’t support how people make a living wage is not controlling by fear but simply stating a fact of life and simple economics.
Those collecting a pension from working in the mill and now protesting the landfill are the biggest hypocrites. They ought not cash another pension cheque ever again. They ought to live off the land and fend for themselves.
Go ahead and garden, but let’s get the town developing. I am in full support of the Wildwood development and let’s see about using boiler sand in the new asphalt runway. Log it! Burn it! Pave it! And get jets landing on it!
A new airport would bring untold opportunities. Make it extra long and wide, big enough for decent-size jets. Maybe even some of our starving artists might make enough to eat. Look at Comox: West Jet came in and now it’s a resort destination. It’s growing by leaps and bounds.
A drag strip could be made on the old airport; I support that. A professional drag strip like Mission –great stuff! Get the funny cars, rail cars and drag bikes going--more money into our town. Take in a ton of taxes and things could get fixed up around here. Maybe some new pavement: some of the roads feel like railway tracks or a mechanical bull ride.
A good part of Westview is built on landfill; we all went to school over landfill; played soccer over landfill.
Flyash is no more hazardous than the cement you’re already walking on. The signs on the hill and highway are more of an eyesore than the landfill will ever be. They serve only to harm investments in our community.
As far as dioxins are concerned, 95% are consumed: the BBQ is the worst offender –cooking fats creates dioxins. Vegetarians do have one thing right: the majority of your food ought to be fruits and veggies. The output from our power boiler is so non-polluting that it is not necessary to report it. If it went into your garden, and you got dirty hands from gardening and then ate a sandwich with those dirty hands, you could get 1% of your daily dioxins. A modern power boiler has no impact on your health concerns.
Some of the businesses supporting the landfill protest have merchandise from Third World factories, with, as we have seen on the news recently, no controls over formaldehyde and other poisons in their products. Where are these materials going to end up once the kids are not playing with them? You guessed it –a landfill.
Let us never forget, Powell River is here because the mill was made here, and is still here. I would like the silent majority who support the mill and town development to get vocal and get to meetings, and any future protests that may happen.
August’s theme is the humble blackberry (not the electronic gadget, the other kind). With the fruit ripe on the vines and the festival upon us, we have decided to put in a lot of blackberry content – the juice of the issue, if you will. We hope you enjoy the information presented on this Pacific Northwest seasonal gem.
Immanence has received a lot of feedback from its first two editions, which couldn’t make us happier. However, some feedback has indicated that there seems to be a rumour that Immanence is part of a “contingent” to either shut down the mill or let anarchy run the town – or something along those lines. This deserves an answer.
Regardless my personal opinion or the opinions of our contributors, Immanence, I may assure you, has no opinion. Mainly because it’s flattened tree pulp and ink stapled to form a magazine. If it had opinions it would be a sentient being, and most likely would shake off the control of its editor.
Immanence is made by you – the community of PR – and the opinions are your opinions. If you feel your opinion isn’t being represented, then please send me your piece. I will publish it, at least on the website if print has no room. I will even publish hatemail (some of which we have received), on the website only – it is there if you choose to see what people waste their time writing.
If you feel there isn’t enough reporting, or said reporting is too biased one way or the other, then step up – give us your unbiased, positively-languaged (meaning no bitching, personal attacks, or insults – it’s possible to be tactful with criticism) piece of news on what you find important.
It’s called Open Source Media for a reason – it’s open to the source, which is you, dear reader.
The deadline for the September issue is
September 1st. Limit 300 words.
September’s theme is The Autumnal Equinox.
Send submissions to editor@immanence.ca.
by United Steelworkers
The United Steelworkers are on strike against the Coastal Forest Industry over respect and dignity issues.
One of the main issues in the Coast strike is the unilateral right that the companies have to implement alternate shifts that result in workers working up to 15 – 16 hours per day, all at straight time rates of pay.
In some cases, employers have put workers on punishing shifts, such as 6 days on and 3 days off. Workers on this shift only get 2 weekends out of every 9 weekends off to be with their families. You can well imagine the impact the impact that this has on family life.
These shifts leave workers fatigued and burned out. They are unable to spend quality time with their families or participate in community activities.
Some of the 43 fatalities that occurred in the forest industry in 2005 can be directly attributed to the shifts that the Industry has imposed on its workers.
The callous attitude of some companies toward the safety of their employees is reflected in their refusal to agree to contract language that would allow all of their employees to take off the remainder of the day when a fatality occurs in the operation.
Another of the main issues in this strike is the abysmal treatment of contractors by the major forest companies.
The major forest companies have been squeezing their contractors to the point where it is nearly impossible for them to make a living. Some of the majors want to divide up existing stump-to-dump contracts into smaller and smaller contracts and pit contractor against contractor, leading to a rapid race to the bottom.
Three of the major licensees on the Coast of British Columbia have betrayed their employees, their contractors and the communities. In 2003, they promised to invest $1 billion if they got a concessionary Collective Agreement and Forest Policy changes. They got both.
Rather than live up to their promise of a $1 billion investment, the majors have closed mills, increased log exports, and abused their employees and their contractors. Now they want more.
by Meghan Hildebrand
You’ve probably seen the hand-made signs around Powell River: “Ratepayers’ Meeting Tonight”. Perhaps you are involved in your neighborhood group already, or you thought it was an assembly of crotchety neighbours kvetching over property taxes – if you wondered at all.
A ‘ratepayer’ is anyone living in a community, not just a property owner. We all pay taxes and are all welcome at these public meetings. Groups exist in Cranberry, Townsite, and Wildwood and meet once a month for 9 months a year, sans the summer months. A typical evening meeting is 1 1/2 to 2 hours and will follow a prepared agenda with an opportunity to add your concerns from the floor. In Cranberry, there are even free goodies and coffee after the meeting.
Ratepayers’ Groups are non-political and funded by the modest donations of its members (five dollars buys you a year membership in Cranberry). It is an opportunity to meet your neighbours, voice your concerns and ideas about the neighbourhood or region as a whole, and an excellent way to consolidate our voices when dealing with the city, province or other organizations. A ratepayer association is the democratic voice of a community.
Joining the executive is an opportunity to get involved. The groups generally have a president, a vice-president, a secretary and a treasurer. There are always ways to increase your inv olvement -- or to just be a fly on the wall. There are often special guests and delegations from the other neighborhood groups. And cookies.
From September to May, Cranberry meets at 7 pm on the first Monday of the month at the Unitarian Hall, 6826 Cranberry Street. Wildwood meets the third Wednesday of the month at James Thomson School, and Townsite meets the third Thursday at the Anglican Church.
See you in September.
by Corey Matsumoto
How did Immanence become labeled as a vehicle for shutting down the Mill? How does someone equate concerns about the long–term health of our community (ie. dumping industrial waste within 100 meters of residences) to a desire to put hundreds of our fellow community members out of work?
It just doesn’t equate.
I’m all for the mill cutting costs to be able to maintain its contributions to our community, but not at the long-term risk of our community’s health and food production. Allowing the expansion of a towering dumpsite across the street from a farming community seems as silly to me as taking a crap in your living room rather than walking down the hall to the john. Surely there is another suitable dump location somewhere else within the region that doesn’t equate to a 1000 mile haul.
We live in a mill town, and as we see other mill towns suffer around us it is natural to become scared and defensive about a way of life that seems to always be on the brink of collapsing. It’s important that we don’t panic and lose our senses by hurting each other irrationally.
The points I was trying to get across in my letter in the last issue of Immanence Magazine addressing the “blacklist” was that I don’t believe that any of the businesses that support a petition against the landfill expansion have control over the sagging pulp mill industry, and that the mill may close whether or not we continue to let it dump waste next to our farmland.
I do believe that we, as a community, need to start planning for a future without an operational mill. I am not optimistic that the mill will decide to hire 1000, 400 or even 50 new personnel in the future. Apparently the Municipality (and Yrainucep) share my opinion that the mill won’t be around forever, and are hastily looking for economic diversification projects. Even if the mill is just able to maintain its current state, how long are the suits in New York going to let their company pay out more than its fair share of municipal taxes?
We as a community are not nearly prepared enough for a mill closure. If the mill closed today, it would cripple our local economy, and it is likely that both my businesses would die before they break even.
This is where I reiterate my call to help build a stronger economy by supporting all locally based businesses and creating new sustainable business initiatives that will take Powell River from uncertainty to prosperity –without sacrifice.
by Eva van Loon
The annual BC Cultural Crawl, a guide to late-summer festivals, kicks off each BC Day and lasts through August. The website, www.art-bc.com, says, “Over 70 communities across the province present their own unique cultural fingerprint to residents and visitors from around the world.” The PRCAC is now the official ambassador for the Cultural Crawl in Powell River. Printed guides to the Crawl are available on the ferries and at information centers to augment the website.
The Crawl lists several cultural and gastronomic Powell River gatherings
August 18/19 ~ Art in the Park at Willingdon Beach 4845 Marine Avenue, Powell River. This year the spoken word gets more play, with a Waxing Poetic poetry workshop on Saturday at 1:30pm and Powell River’s first ever Poetry Slam on Sunday at 1:30pm.
August 19 – 25 ~ Blackberry Festival. The Blackberry Festival is a week long celebration of those wonderfully delectable berries that grow in abundance in Powell River. There are different events each day winding up with everyone’s favourite, the Street Party (see story page 5). The Open Air Market holds a Blackberry Baking Contest and special Blackberry games for kids. Consult local listings or call the Marine Area Business Association (MABA) at 604-414-5232 or email blackberryfestival@yahoo.ca for more information.
Ann Nelson of the Arts Council points out that Powell River has sprouted several more summer events that deserve to be included in the cultural crawl. First, the Farmer’s Market runs every weekend, Saturdays from 10:30 to 12:30 and Sundays from 12:30 to 2:30 on McLeod Road –you can’t miss the zillion cars parked along the road. A weekly Wednesday market runs from 6 to 8 p,m. at Unity Hall on Cranberry Street. Both markets include art, jewelry, and crafts as well as good food.
Additionally, catch the Powell River Artisans’ Market in the parking lot of the Old Courthouse Inn in Townsite on Saturdays from 1 to 4 p.m. Contact Lilia or Karen at townsiteartmarket@gmail.com for vending inquiries. In Westview, another exciting Artisans’ Market is in the planning stage at Stone Owl Earthworks on Willingdon.
Powell River again proves itself a cultural capital of Canada. People involved in the arts and culture here are extremely busy, especially in summer. Important as it is to let visitors know about our festivals, however, it is equally important to invite all locals, but especially young people, to take part. Youth sometimes feel deprived of city entertainments and opportunities, and there’s some truth to their complaint. Turn it inside out, however, and opportunities present themselves to participate, to shine, to innovate, and to make a name for oneself ten times more easily in a small town than in the city.
As a veteran of nascent cultural activity in Yukon and as someone who discovered Powell River through the BC Cultural Festival (now, alas, defunct), I note that cultural festivals are not just good for business but also spawn new activities and businesses and thus strengthen community life. Enjoy the Crawl, and be sure to have your cultural activity included next year.
by Corey Matsumoto
Powell River’s first Crystal Faire happens in the Stone Owl Earthworks’ courtyard on Wednesday August 22nd from noon until the half–moon rises.
The event signifies the beginning of a Willingdon Market which has been in development since the construction of a permanent market space in the courtyard by local craftsman Carston Huber.
There will be an open acoustic stage welcoming all musicians to come down to perform throught the day. Art, crafts, and food vendors are encouraged to take part by contacting Maggi at 485-7922 for more information.
by Giovanni Spezzacatena
The only-just-becoming and the passing-away. These two opposing ideas describe the aesthetic of wabi-sabi. The Japanese words “wabi” and “sabi” are difficult to define precisely, because they refer to that which is elusive, personal and subtle. This is where Zen Buddhist philosophy shines through, as in the famous saying by Rinzai Gengen in the 9th Century: “When you meet the Buddha, kill him.” All meaning lies within—mistrust authority in favour of self-defined truth.
Wabi-sabi openly romanticizes the parts of nature that are usually overlooked—the awkward, fleeting, unformed shapes and colors of early spring, and the murky corrosion and earthiness of autumn. These two extremes form much of the traditional Japanese aesthetic sense that evokes certain melancholia, where the natural world and seasons are seen as symbolically reflecting the inescapable stages of life.
The wabi-sabi aesthetic can occur in any art form, whether Zen poetry or haiku, design, pottery, or paintings and architecture. It can be functional, representational or completely abstract. Wabi-sabi is not about an artist’s use of materials, tools or even the employment of a ‘style’—it is a mindset. Wabi-sabi values natural products, textures, and irregularities, again evoking Zen philosophy where these imperfections point to a deeper truth, and encourage contemplation.
Leonard Koren, in his book Wabi-sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets and Philosophers, pits the wabi-sabi aesthetic against what he sees as its opposite: High Modernism, with its use of pure, flat, bright colors, perfect simple geometrical shapes, machine-like precision and anonymity. Instead, works in the wabi-sabi tradition focus on individual, small, insignificant details, and in subtle and roundabout ways that call for the viewer’s contemplation.
It’s interesting that this aesthetic is currently undergoing resurgence, in an age where mechanical reproduction is standard, and as a reaction to some of the slick, artificial, and cynical Modern and Post-Modern arts. Some people are looking for art through natural objects that can expose a unique and changing character: the table with its thick grain, the paint peeling off to reveal layers beneath, the metal sculpture oxidizing, the obscured, just barely intelligible image. All evoke time passing, and by that token, the richness and impermanence of life itself.
Giovanni (Gian) Spezzacatena is a mixed-media artist residing in Powell River, after having lived in Montreal and Seattle. He traveled to Japan in 2006 at the end of a year-long journey. Gian is part of the 3rd annual Powell River Studio Tour (Aug. 25-26), as web designer and participant (www.powellriverstudiotour.com); his own website is www.rabideye.com.
by Corey Matsumoto
The 15th annual Powell River Blackberry Festival runs from August 18th – 26th, with events happening at various venues around town throughout the week.
Art in the Park kicks off the festival on Willingdon Beach on Saturday 18th and Sunday 19th from 12pm – 6pm.
The Hospitality Olympics happen at the Texada Island Inn on Monday August 20 at 6pm. Watch members of the hospitality industry overcome obstacles (literally) for the honour of hosting next year’s event.
Don’t miss the Wine and Cheese Reception at Dwight Hall on Wednesday August 22 from 7 – 11pm. Enjoy an evening of wine and cheese tasting, entertainment and demonstrations. Tickets available at Tourism Powell River or call 485-4000.
On Thursday August 23 the Powell River Sailing Club sponsors a Sailing Regatta at 6:00pm (for more info call Sue at 483-3901).
Powell River’s largest party of the year happens on Friday August 24 with the Blackberry Festival Street Party. Live music, and a ton of blackberry–inspired food and crafts will be available.
The Festival wraps up with the Studio Art Tour on Saturday and Sunday 25th &26th.
by Eva van Loon
Can poetry be armed and dangerous? In your face? Fun to watch?
At poetry slams, you bet! The New-York-born phenomenon has burned its way across the continent and has invaded Canadian cities as well. Even Nanaimo has been taken by Wordstorm. Competitive, edgy, and fast paced, slams have revved up the cultural pulse of diverse communities.
Powell River’s first ever poetry slam happens Sunday, August 19, at Art in the Park. Sponsored by Immanence Magazine and directed by Editor Jana Pierce-van Loon, herself a veteran and winner of poetry slams in Hawai’i. PR’s first Slam Dunk will feature cash prizes for the best performance poetry to strut its stuff onstage at the annual art event.
Performers can read or recite poetry. Each contestant has three minutes, with points deducted for overtime. Poetry may be one’s own work or another’s, but all material must be legal and tasteful. There will be a small fee to enter, which goes to the prizes. Judges will be drawn from the audience. Registration for Slam Dunk begins Saturday, August 18, at the Immanence booth at Art in the Park.
On Saturday Aug.19 at Art in the Park Immanence Magazine is sponsoring a children’s poetry seminar at 1:30pm. Kids of all ages are invited to sign up on-site and learn to have fun with words.
by A. Rianrhod
Got duds in your closet that you snagged at Fits to a T at 4573B Marine Avenue?
Go ahead: tell your friends a Club Med designer picks out unique fashions for you.
It’s true. Tanya Close was a Club Med bartender wowing the crowds with her costumes on Theme Nights when she was chosen as one of the Club’s costume designers. Given her diploma in fashion design, the job was a natural—but Tanya gave up the sunny, laidback lifestyle to join her mother in Powell River. Four years ago, opportunity knocked when the Fashion Emporium closed on Marine—“Downtown has such character!”—and Tanya found herself in “rags”, as clothiers affectionately dub their business.
Running rags in a small town has its pleasures as well as its difficulties. In cities so many customers sport the very latest that a competitive atmosphere is inevitable. In Powell River Tanya has found a tacit pact among clothiers not to encroach on others’ exclusive lines. There’s a camaraderie that promotes variety and unique styles while preventing crippling price wars.
That variety—formal, casual, and career clothes in sizes 4 to 18 chosen first and foremost for their fit—makes it hard to spend just a few minutes in Fits to a T. Tanya says there are many women like the writer, several sizes different up top from below. The prospect of finding, say, a Pure cotton sweater and one of those swiffy new skirt styles that would actually fit is tempting, especially since Tanya does her buying at Vancouver’s Fashion Xchange—aware that her customers like their clothes to be unique. Whatever I buy, I won’t see it all over town. Cotton sweater not quite the ticket? Try the cashmere. Or skip the sweater in favor of a soft Thai shawl.
Fits to a T is a must for the shoe freak. There’s a small mountain of the cute, the unusual, the comfortable, and the affordable for your feet, priced from $20 to $70. Boots will arrive for the fall, too. Likely the footwear will find compatible bags, hosiery, and accessories to round out a purchase. If you’re lucky, you’ll arrive just as the passing season’s offerings go on sale to make way for the next collection.
Fits to a T opens six days a week, 10 to 5:30. Come see Tanya’s painting, the background for her business card. There’s an eye for style here as well as fit.
by Annie Poirier
Back to school season is upon us. A time of dread for those going back for another round of endless hours spent in an airless classroom not doing much of anything at all, and for newcomers to the affair to be filled with a terrifying kind of avaricious, consumerist glee. Flipping through the catalogues and fliers, tiny beady eyes glittering and small wet noses twitching, these are truly terrifying times to be around a five-year-old.
If you are of the parental persuasion, you will inevitably be wondering how you could make this time more bearable. There are really only two ways to go about it—you could buy what you believe to be cute and trendy, and keep you kids from having any fun at all and then totally regret in the future when you watch the home videos of birthdays long past and actually realise how they look...or you could let them have fun with it.
Frankly, I prefer the latter. Far fewer migraines, and, in the end, lots of giggles for everyone involved.
Another very good reason for letting your kids dress however they want (well, within reason) is that it will help them figure out earlier on what really works for them—what they like and what they’re comfortable in. It’ll give them more confidence, and ultimately help them better understand who they are earlier on.
Really, if you’re worried about what other people will think about your little angel showing up at the first day of school in a rubber duck costume with costume pearls and a tiara, don’t. In the long run, it’s not a big deal—and isn’t one of the most important parts of parenting making sure your kids are happy and comfortable in their own skins?
by Lyn Adamson
Last year, Powell River made history by hosting the first annual 50-Mile Eat-Local Challenge. 253 people pledged to add more local food to their diets for a period of 5 weeks. 11 people went all the way, aiming for 95% of their food from sources within our local food shed. The 95% option still allowed for a guilt free cup of java (hopefully from a fair trade company!) and the occasional spices not found in our area.
Was it boring? Far from it!
People shared stories about meeting their neighbours, traipsing gravel roads to find farm gate sales, slicing zucchini to make pasta, and learning to enjoy the fresh diversity that is available right here in our own backyard. Friends swapped recipes, and a number of 50 mile diet dinners were hosted. Even some restaurants got in on the action, with The Flying Yellow Bread Bowl featuring 10-mile Soup, Local Loco’s putting on salmon specials and the 5th Ave Bistro cooking up a local dinner special every Friday night during the challenge period.
People from around the country and beyond were curious about our project, with the Tyee featuring the challenge in their 100 Mile Diet series. From that exposure, we were dubbed the Eat Local Capital of North America!
This year, we’re on again! And it promises to be bigger and better. Over 400 people have already taken the pledge and add more local fare for the 6 week period from August 11th – September 23rd, ending at the celebration of farmers and growers at the Fall Fair.
People who take on the challenge benefit from knowing that they are reducing their carbon footprint (most food in North America travels over 2500 km’s from farm to plate!), while supporting their local community. The challenge participants share in an online forum, where they can ask questions to find local sources of food, and share information and recipes. If you would like to sign up this year, please email Lyn Adamson at saltydogcottage@shaw.ca or call 604-414-0990.
by the KeukenHeksen at WolfHaven
You’ll get no precise measurements from me—in our house teaspoons and tablespoons are so forlorn they hug one another standing in the equally lonesome measuring cup, whispering sweet nothings to one another. Nope, Blackberry Gravy is what happens spontaneously in August when you are trying to cook six dishes at once in a Powell River “heritage” kitchen.
Start with your own gravy. You know—whatever semi-liquid you use to make meat and potatoes slide down efficiently. Chicken/duck/turkey-based would be nice. Maybe skip the wheat flour in favor of a less sludgy thickener: fufu flour is my favourite (cassava), or rice flour, potato, cornstarch…whatever. Of course there’s already plenty of garlic in the mix, and sweet, very fine or powdered onion.
So much for basics. Now for the exotics. Since you’re going to make a fruity gravy, why not ginger, coriander, tarragon, and maybe fresh basil as a brightener. Use your imagination here—thinking of what the blackberries will contribute, I might even try nutmeg or cinnamon next time. Seriously. But I’ll never forget to add a generous glop of dry sherry (unless it’s the turn of Stone’s Ginger liqueur).
Next burner over, the blackberry compote simmered temptingly. A bit wacky from picking berries in the sun, I tried just a cooking-spoonful. Mixy-mixy-mix—yum! More! Two or three doses later, I had a gravy so perfect, it would be a sin to call it gravy. It needs something French—coulis? Just dribble it in pleasing patterns around the mound of mashed.
Wasn’t that fun? Thank Earth for the mighty blackberry!
by Julie Bellian
No point being squeamish. If you eat meat, someone kills it for you.
Do you buy turkey, beef, lamb, chicken or pork from Powell River farms?
Well, you’ll have to kill it yourself, come September.
New laws prohibit the sale of any meat slaughtered on farm and Powell River has no licensed abattoir or slaughter house in the region.
I wanted to have a slaughtering demonstration at the Fall Fair but people thought I was being morbid.
I want to have a display showing how vegetables grow in dirt, not plastic bags.
I want to show you how free-range chickens will gobble up maggots or carpenter ants, whatever you like….
I still want to tell you the food you’re eating comes from the flesh and udders of animals (vegans excepted).
Why am I saying this?
To get your attention.
Farmers feed you. Land feeds you. Animals feed you. Supermarkets do not make food. The farmer has been doing the dirty work for you.
And fighting for your right to healthy food.
Now we are told to go be criminals.
Are you going to wait until it has all vanished? Powell River Dairies? Already gone. Raw milk? Illegal. Local meat? Soon to be outlawed. Farm eggs? Days are numbered. Agricultural Land? What the hell, who needs 2% saved for farming, let’s build monster homes in Wildwood.
Better make friends with your local farmers.
Or grow your own.
Or settle for a future of “meat-extenders” and other corporate food miracles.
But if you want fresh, healthy, real food, you might find yourself running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
David Parkinson
Is growing food a political act? Someone raised this question at the Food Gardening Forum back in March, and most of the people present agreed that it was. Maybe you’re wondering how anyone could think that something as innocuous as pottering around in the backyard growing some veggies could be political… but when you stop to consider how much our food system is shaped by political decisions, anything that goes against the ever-increasing centralization and corporate control of food production starts looking… well, political.
I believe that we are going to see a lot of social decision-making power naturally moving from higher levels down to the local level over the next few years, as the realities of peak oil and climate change start sinking in and local solutions become necessary. Economies will naturally “relocalize”, meaning that it will become necessary to produce more goods close to where they end up being used. (The Transition Town movement in the UK, and the Post Carbon Institute in North America, are good places on the web to learn about relocalization.) If we’re smart, we will already be thinking ahead and putting some of the pieces in place; it’s a mistake to expect that solutions will come from the current political system, which moves slowly, and usually in the direction that corporations want it to go in.
Especially in a small isolated place like Powell River, we need to become more self-reliant, and more reliant on our local community, friends, and neighbours. Food is one huge area where we need to strengthen the local economy, but ultimately we will need to create many of the things that now come to us from far away – and stop relying on those things that depend on fossil fuels. Today’s backyard gardener, or musician, or carpenter, or mechanic, or compost specialist, might be tomorrow’s political leader, simply by virtue of the fact that they will be able to solve the real problems that we will be facing in a few years’ time. The future might belong to the grassroots after all.
by Corey Matsumoto
The 2007 Sunshine Music Festival plays out during the Labour Day long weekend (Sept. 1–2) at Palm Beach Park.
This year marks the return of Todd Butlter as MC and features the Wassabi Collective (Nelson) and Ndidi Onukwulu (Toronto) as festival headliners.
Many other notable acts include Current Swell (Victoria), Geoff Berner (Vancovuer), Cara Luft (Winnipeg), and many more including local performers Ben Bouchard, Dan Minard, Hugh Prichard, and Audrey Houle, among others.
A trio of Australian performers will also join the line-up this year as they tour together across Canada. Emaline Delapaix, Cloe Hall (Melbourne), and Anita George (Tazmania) each perform on Sunday, and kick off the festival with an intimate candlelit dinner show at Local Loco’s on Friday August 31 at 8:00pm (reservations required -call 485-5626).
This year also marks new festival leadership after last year’s retirement of Don Bowes after 25 years as President of the Festival, and features a new logo design by local artsit Skye Morrison. Also new this year is the decision to have all Festival shirts and hoodies provided by Big Robbies Hemp and Juice Bar, featuring the comfort and durability of hemp fabrics.
The supervised children’s play area returns this year with lots of fun games and activities for the kids, allowing parents time to enjoy the music without distraction. There will also be several vendor booths selling arts, crafts, and great food.
Tickets for this year’s festival are $40 for a weekend pass or $25 per day. Students and seniors are admitted for $30 for the weekend or $20 per day. Children under 12 are free. You can purchase tickets at River City Coffee, Nancy’s Bakery, Rocky Mountain Bakery, and Local Loco’s Music and Arts Cafe.
There will be a shuttle service departing from the Westview ferry terminal at a cost of $10 per day return. Those looking to use the shuttle service must call Barb at 485-7559 to pay and reserve in advance.
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With respect :-D, Hypatia.
by Tamara Mctee—Chartered Herbalist
Aloe vera is famous for its healing quality when soothing sunburn. But this succulent plant also has a myriad of other uses, both internal and external.
There are quite a few internal uses for the aloe plant that I will talk about here, but first a word of caution. When taken internally, moderation must be used. Overuse of aloe vera can cause loss of electrolytes, especially potassium. Overuse as a laxative can cause possible weakening of the rectum. During pregnancy aloe should never be taken internally because of its strong abortifacient qualities.
When used in moderation aloe vera is helpful in cases of colitis, peptic ulcers, and as an excellent colon cleanser. It can be taken to help keep a woman’s menstruation cycle regular; taken every three hours in dried powder form will help expel pinworms. In cases of constipation aloe helps to make things go again.
To do an aloe vera purge, make aloe vera juice by following these directions: cut two 8- to 10-inch pieces of the fresh plant. Wash, then blend with ginger tea and a spoonful of honey – using just enough liquid to blend nicely. Chug it down about a half hour before a meal – this should get things moving nicely.
When used externally aloe can treat infected wounds – placing the plant’s gel on the wounds will prevent and draw out infection while soothing the pain. It is also useful for bug bites, poison ivy, x-ray burns, acne, dry skin, and wrinkles. Apply to abscesses, haemorrhoids, and canker sores. When combined with cayenne pepper and raspberry leaf tea, aloe makes a nice gargle for sore throats.
Used as a conditioning shampoo, aloe leaves hair soft, shiny, and manageable. Simply rub fresh aloe gel into your hair and scalp the night before showering. In the morning, lather up and rinse, using water only.
Remember: the fresh plant is always best. Keep it in your window sill and it will serve you well.
by Eva van Loon, Cognition Therapist
Auditory-processing deficit shows up far more commonly than attention deficit in cognition-therapy assessments—it’s the major problem among students today. Often, the deficit is huge: a teenager, hearing things as if the brain were only five years old; an adult hearing as if the brain were ten. Such big gaps block literacy, numeracy, and critical thinking to the point where school and work are next to impossible.
Nothing is wrong with the person’s hearing. Sound travels from the ear to the brain just fine. Then it’s as if the brain says, “Just where do you want me to put this jumbled mess of noises?” There’s no thought structure, no framework, to help the brain sort out sounds.
Do you have this deficit? If others have to tell you things several times, if you have trouble coping with several directions at once, if you promptly forget what you’ve heard, if your handwriting is an irregular mess, or if you procrastinate or distract yourself, your auditory processor likely is not working as it should.
This deficit is not a disease, but can be the result of early trauma, such as an accident, bullying, relocation, or even being yelled at in school. For some, there’s no clear trigger beyond the common conditions of life today. What is clear in every case is that auditory-processing deficit blocks the repair of any other deficit that may be present, such as attention.
Auditory-processing deficit is often called CAPD (Central Auditory Processing Deficiency). Testing for CAPD, however, can miss the deficit if timing is not part of the test. A student cleared of CAPD may still show signs of auditory-processing deficit.
People with this deficit can sometimes read English anyway, thanks to exceptionally strong visual processors and good working memory. These compensatory strategies cover over the fact that the brain is not connecting the way the language sounds with the way it appears on the page, at a subconscious level, which is the auditory processor’s job. If those skills are not subconscious, reading is likely no pleasure.
Typically, a teen with low reading scores has developed high visual and/or social skills—but these don’t fix the deficit. Schools are not equipped to fix it, either. An eight-year-old scoring Age Five in auditory processing will likely score the same when re-assessed at twelve.
The brain must build subconscious structures to organise incoming sound. This rebuilding must be done in rhythms that trigger chemical responses which enhance memory and learning. Such learning is permanent, like learning to ride a bike—you can’t forget.
The best part of this new therapy devised by merchant scientists is its brevity. A permanent cure for auditory-processing deficit is usually accomplished in about forty one-hour sessions. Re-testing one, two, or even three years later shows 98.7 per cent retention of the learning—and a much easier cognitive life for the student since the therapy.
Get assessed. It’s free from your neighbourhood cognition therapist. You’ve nothing to lose but that noise in your mind.
by Wolffy
Drive out towards Wildwood and signs will guide you. Popular licensed upstairs restaurant with water view to die for. Call 604.483.3545 for reservations.
Three meals including 3 entrees, 5 drinks, 2 appies and a shared dessert came to about $100 plus tip. Cheese bread here is the best ever comfort-food treatment for white bread. The signature Burger (good fries), Pesto Penne, and Curried Fettucine were worth the wait (7.5 points out of 10). Next time I’ll try the orange-pecan spinach salad, sesame prawns, or wasabi salmon. There are three vegetarian dishes on the menu, too: a fajita, a mexi-burger, and pesto penne.
Any wine called Sawmill Creek must be a house wine here, well priced at $5 per glass—there are three whites, three reds and a “sinfandel” (for its morning-after headache) available by the glass. By the bottle, there’s a full wine list. Soft cider is a welcome alternative for diners wanting a dry, non-alcoholic drink—made in BC, too.
Fruit crisp freshened the mouth for dessert (8 points) but was outshone by the spectacular Chocolate Confusion (9)--we would have eaten a second one if we weren’t so stuffed. Doggie bags were in order—Major gave them 8 points.
by Eva van Loon
Warrior Lawyers: A call to arms
All lawyers prepared to defend the Rule of Law, stand up!
While Powell River planned Art in the Park and the Blackberry Festival, celebrating the free expression of our local energy, a meeting on August 10 in Quebec moved Canada closer to annexation by the US.
The press won’t unmask the SPP (Security and Prosperity Partnership). Canadians won’t hear of the theft of their country until we run smack dab into militarisation and annexation on our passport or account applications, our next attempt to buy local meats, our next business contract, and a host of mundane activities soon to be affected as never before by “Deep Integration” North American Union, launched in 2005.
Bewildered? Deep Integration is “a corporate-led coup d’etat against the sovereignty of three nations enforced by a common hard-line security strategy…. It’s a scheme to create a borderless North American Union under US control without barriers to trade and capital flows for corporate giants, mainly US ones. It’s also to insure America gets free and unlimited access to Canadian…resources, mainly oil, and… water as well. It’s to assure US energy security as a top priority while denying Canada and Mexico preferential access to their own resources….” (Stephen Lendman)
Scared yet? Paul Roberts warns, “Unless Congress immediately impeaches Bush and Cheney, a year from now the US could be a dictatorial police state at war with Iran.”
Don’t pooh-pooh. There’s no room to prove it here, but you owe it to yourself, your family, and our precious community to check out the articles by political savants posted on the Immanence website. Those should give you a taste of the about-to-jump-off-a-cliff sensation that’s tainted my mouth since my 8-year stint of living in America.
We’re a tiny country, big only in size and resources. There’s one Canuck for every ten ‘Murricans. With our oxymoronic “armed forces”, we likely can’t repeat our 1812 coup of burning down the White House and sending America packing. And there’s only so much that ordinary Canadians, untrained in law, can do (besides dumping the coporatocrats next election).
Nope, if we want to keep Canada, we need legal guerrillas in courts and boardrooms, starting NOW. Criminal lawyers, staunchly defend the rights of the accused! Immigration lawyers, balance human rights with Canada’s need for independence! Tort lawyers, avoid damage to Canada’s hard-won safety nets! Corporate lawyers, distinguish local, mom-and-pop, Canadian bedrock business from the foreign corporatocracy that would have us all become merely good little consumers and workers—helpless, hopeless slaves in our own country.
Canada needs lawyers who will think of their great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren while picking up the sword and the shield that law is said to be.
Some citizens pledge to a local diet, to consume less, to purchase only locally, or to support grassroots community life. Some businesses hire and contract locally, or feature homegrown product and expertise. Such small rebellions won’t save Canada.
We need lawyers who understand that sometimes courage means turning a client away: just say no to whoever would own us. Lawyers who realise that people depend on them to grasp the big picture and act accordingly. We need warrior lawyers not just to fight for individuals’ rights and freedoms but for Canada’s very existence.
Step One: get online and read what’s left of the independent press. Read it and weep. Then pick up that sword and shield. The law’s our best weapon in the fight to remain ourselves.
by Eva van Loon
There’s only one food outlet in Powell River where you can be sure that anything you pick up is organic. No need to peer at the small print or search for the organic label at Silke’s Organic Market at 4603 Marine Avenue--this is the only store in B.C. that stocks nothing but organic. Products are drawn from local farms, British Columbia, and, where and when necessary to round out choices for the customers, other countries, including the tropics.
“Folk in the community of Powell River are highly conscious of their health and diet,” says www.silkesorganicmarket.ca. Everything in the pleasantly arranged market caters to that need. Fresh vegetables are fruits are appetizingly arranged, a powerful stimulus to a more veggie-based diet. Packaged goods offer intriguing variety; it’s easy to spend an hour just browsing the labels. As for the chocolate, it’s the really good stuff, the kind which drains your food budget before you know it.
Pleasant as it is to shop at the Market–there’s plenty of parking nearby–there’s no need to leave your home. Silke’s Organic Market will come to you, first online and then by delivery. Owners Silke and Volker Pfeifer say, “For many people, our weekly deliveries of fresh certified organic products gives them the confidence they will always get the freshest available organic foods for their meals.” There’s a fresh list of what’s in the food basket every week. While the store is open Monday through Saturday from 9:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m., you can order online anytime, with delivery at your convenience.
by Morag Grayheart
Hathor, ancient Egyptian cow-goddess, was seen as the personification of the Milky Way. She stood in cow form upon the earth, Her four legs holding up the firmament, which was Her belly.
The name Hathor literally means “house of Horus”, and Horus, as the sun god, was seen to enter Her mouth each night and be reborn again in the morning. Consequently He was seen as both Her husband and son.
Hathor maintained the living with Her milk and provided food for the dead in Tuat, the underworld. She was a cosmic primal mother goddess, and is one of Egypt’s oldest known deities.
Hathor also had Her destructive, angry side. After being convinced by a sun god to kill off the human race, She so enjoyed the slaughter that the rest of the gods had to give Her a draught that made Her unable to see humans.
Hathor’s main temple was at Dendera, where She was worshipped with Horus of Edfu and Their son Ihi, portrayed as an infant playing the sistrum. Great festivals were celebrated in Hathor’s name, especially Her birth festival at the new year, which ended with a drunken orgy. (Much like modern New Year’s festivities.) Hathor thus became known as the Mistress of Merriment, Dance, and Love.
Later in Egyptian mythology, Hathor came to represent all great Egyptian goddesses. Shrines in Her honor appeared across the land, the most famous being the Seven Hathors (at Thebes, Heliopolis, Aphroditopolis, Sinaitic Peninsula, Momemphis, Heraklespolis, and Keset).
As the cow goddess of Tuat She is portrayed as wearing a long pendant collar and the Menait, emblem of love and pleasure, on Her back. She is also depicted as a woman with a solar disk between two horns on Her head, as a woman with a cow’s head, and as a cow walking out of a funeral mountain.
by Maggi Lindsay
A slight departure on the crystal theme – here is a question I get asked quite often: “Does this stuff actually work?”
Oh, my, my, my, my...there I am, sitting in my little shop filled with crystals – how to answer? There are so many possible ways.
So my answer is usually to say simply, “Yes, for me these rocks and minerals are not only Earth’s beauty manifested (which is a good start), they also benefit my health and soul.”
Another concept worth debating – one’s soul. Mind – body – soul – spirit – work. On what do crystals “work”? As soon as we being to assign roles to crystals we need to agree on some definitions. Perhaps the question could be turned around – to you, out in reader-land.
You could share some of your crystal experiences. I already know all my stories. Like the day I was buying crystals from the Crystal Man (that is what he calls himself) out of the back of his old red pick-up truck in the rain in the parking lot of the Courtney ferry. He hands me a large smokey quartz crystal from Russia – the third time I burst into tears. So he hands me a box of Kleenex and quietly goes off for a smoke. When I come back to myself after twenty minutes or several lifetimes I have had a life-altering epiphany. He, of course, had seen it before.
I have only experienced such a profound shift upon touching a crystal once before – but that is another story.
So here is my invitation. I call upon you all to bring me (Maggi, Stoneowl Earthworks) your stories.
Let them be soul-changing, scientific, anecdotal, incidental, hearsay – they will all be of interest and with your permission I will begin to include them herein.
Perhaps it is not a story, but a question. Ask – someone may have an answer.
by Corey Matsumoto
It’s time to take a sigh of relief that the summer of 2007 is officially over. “With a summer like The Summer of ‘07, who needs a fall?” you might ask. True, we did get a lot of rain and cloud, but we also had a fabulous season of festivals, fun and controversy. When there is controversy, I feel better. Controversy means that issues important to the community are coming to the surface where they can be discussed and debated. A lack of controversy, in my jaded mind, means that someone, somewhere is getting away with murder under the radar of the watchdogs in the community. When the headlines are quiet for too long, I get downright nervous.
Looking back, I think the Summer of 2007 was an important time in the history of Powell River. It was a time of division, heated debate, and most importantly –the communication and free expression of opinions and ideals.
It was a great summer for the future of our farmland, which was proudly defended by a community becoming aware of the imbalances between free-enterprise and long-term sustainability.
It was also a good summer for bringing differing opinions about the mill to the surface. We seem to have a love/hate relationship with the mill. Naturally, those that benefit the most from the mill love the mill more than others. The truth is that we all benefit from the mill in some way, and if we can agree to this much we have a great foundation for developing a strong future for Powell River.
Enjoy the autumn season, and don’t forget to think locally when you shop!
by Eva van Loon
When 75 persons turn up, mostly via moccasin telegraph, at a church-basement meeting to discuss a nefarious proposal by City Council to re-vamp the city’s sewage-treatment plant, you know, as one participant said, “Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark.”
To the newcomer, it seems a bit odd. Isn’t it a good thing to upgrade the local sewage-treatment plant? Especially since the population has been rising nicely and presumably every newcomer feels the call of nature daily?
Two issues were well aired at this meeting, ably run by Patricia Aldworth. One: the impact of a sewage-treatment plant on home values, hereinafter called the NIMBY Poo issue (Not In My Back Yard). Two: the lack of public participation in the plan, hereby dubbed the Poo Gate issue.
Unlike the Town Centre Hotel meetings about the Yrainucep and LNG-on-Texada proposals, the sewage meeting was a purely local issue. It was not about fighting off yet another brilliant project from outside to abuse PR’s spectacular resources to provide our beleaguered city with McJobs. Unlike those meetings, the subtext of this one did not require us to consider whether Powell River is to be a community or a commodity.
This meeting was about, well, about our own sh**. Not BS but HS. The smelly human stuff. The stuff every single human community on earth should be thinking seriously about handling in the greenest possible manner, starting yesterday.
Yet the smell of the meeting, pardon the expression, was similar. A complaint that kept bubbling to the surface, like methane gas, was poor communication by, with, and about City Council. Once again, people did not know enough to be at a point where decisions can be made, and they weren’t happy about it.
Does this Council fail to communicate effectively? For neo-PRites, it’s hard to tell and wise to refrain from opinion. But even to newcomers, something in the area of municipal communication is obviously not working well.
After a century of being a company town, perhaps Powell River needs new communication styles as much as we need fresh bases for business, good jobs to fill, and educational opportunity.
by Pat Parsley
It has become apparent to me recently that there are actually people in our society who believe that it is acceptable to clear cut our forests, pollute our waters, pave every green space in site and consume fossil fuel as fast as they can. Perhaps those individuals do not have time to watch The Nature of Things, or read scientists’ environmental reports as they are too busy working at the mill, driving, flying, racing drag bikes and consuming fuel in other ways. However, as this is a free country, I will defend their right to voice their opinion, no matter how absurd it may be.
Our human species is rapidly approaching extinction due to our own behavior. We have already caused the extinction of other species. Are we now hell-bent on destroying our own?
Our pursuit of comfort and consumption of products, fuel and the desire for monetary profit is the driving force that will end the human race. The glaciers are melting, oceans are rising, green space is rapidly disappearing and yet we continue to consume,
consume, consume. Due to our easy existence, we don’t even complain when large corporations want to speed up this process. Very learned scientists have been telling us for years that this is a disaster that’s fast-approaching. Why aren’t we listening? Are we so spoiled and lazy that we don’t have the energy to listen or change our own behavior?
Climate change is happening. Period. If we don’t start saying no to the large corporations who placate us with comforts, we are contributing to our own demise. Say no to the proposed LNG Plant on Texada and the hazardous waste dump in Wildwood.
by Jerome Desilets
Catalyst has been named to the Carbon Disclosure Project’s (CDP) TSX 200 Climate Disclosure Leadership Index for our work addressing climate change issues.
To honour Catalyst and the other CDLI companies’ efforts, the CDP (in partnership with Deloitte) plans to hold a private dinner that will bring together the CEOs of the 15 CDLI companies and the CEOs of the 32 Canadian-based CDP signatories, as well as any CEOs of Canadian subsidiaries of global CDP signatories.
The CDP provides a coordinating secretariat for institutional investors with a combined $41 trillion of assets under management. On their behalf it seeks information on the business risks and opportunities presented by climate change and greenhouse gas emissions data from the world’s largest companies: 2,400 in 2007. The CDP website is the largest repository of corporate greenhouse gas emissions data in the world.
www.cdproject.net
The Carbon Disclosure Project (CDP) is an independent not-for-profit organization aiming to create a lasting relationship between shareholders and corporations regarding the implications for shareholder value and commercial operations presented by climate change. Its goal is to facilitate a dialogue, supported by quality information, from which a rational response to climate change will emerge.
by Heiz D. Becker
We have three groups of people in Powell River. Group ‘A’ believes there is no limit to economic growth and promotes it at any cost. Never mind the next generation, debt, inflation, environment, or the future. Their mottos is “Let’s live it up “.
Group ‘B’ contains persons who are aware of the limits on how much abuse mother nature tolerates before punishing us. She has chastised us in the past for being ignorant, greedy, overpopulated, etc. She lost some skirmishes but never a war.
Group ‘C’ consists of many little subgroups, the blissfully unaware, the ones who lost confidence in the three levels of government & democracy, the fatalists who hope we muddle through somehow through the wonder drug called technology.
The coming municipal elections will be a battle between group ‘A’ and group ‘B’. Group ‘A’ enjoys the backing of the provincial government, developers (I fear developers more than terrorists), big & small business, recipients of municipal grants and the bunch of assorted sycophants.
Group ‘B’ faces an uphill battle and have to persuade members of group ‘C’ to come out and vote for long-term survival quality of life, self-sufficiency, affordable taxes, maintaining of what we have and more genuine belly laughs.
Our biggest challenge is finding self-actualized persons for the job of guiding our city into the future.
by Guy Hawkins
I recently got back from my ride on Friday September 28 with Betty Krawczyk who was released from prison just days before - having served more than six months for civil disobedience. WOW I had an incredible experience of personal soverneity riding in the Critical Mass bike ride. Imagine 1500 cyclists - some in costume - some riding ridiculus ‘two story’ bikes, all participating in an act of civil disobedience with Betty Krawczyk . We were all charged by Betty’s presence - a 79 year old grandmother had taken back her personalsovernty by no longer recognizing the authority of a court of law. It was all hooting and hollering for the entire two hour ride through the streets and over the bridges of Vancouver. We stopped all traffic at will by simply getting off our bikes in front of stopped vehicles so they could not move. We blocked intesections of all the main streets as well as ‘closing’ the bridges to vehicle traffic in one direction untill all riders had passed. Five or six uniformed police officers cycled behind us as ‘sweepers’ to reopen the intersections as we vacated them. One of the funist parts were the reactions of people who were being inconvienced by our civil disobedience. We forced vehicles to stop for up to five minutes as 1500 cyclists rode by. Many drivers were honking and giving the high five as well as the pedestrians who had to wait the five minutes also.
People were really happy to share in our display of personal sovernity. Many called out and waved from the sidewalks and came out from shops as we passed. We thanked the drivers and pedestrians for their good humour and we thanked the ‘knockers’ for stopping the traffic so we could ride through. It was the coolist thing ever!
by Stephen Stiles
What’s new in Powell River? Check out the new Community Resource Centre, located right next to Minato Sushi, up on Joyce Avenue.
So what is this new resource centre all about?
The vision is to create a central hub for community information, advice, and referrals for everyone in the Powell River area. Activity is focused around a community café, with its telephone and free Internet terminals. And as the months get colder, the lounge area in front of the large rock fireplace is set to become an increasingly popular spot.
Staff and volunteers are trained to help put people in touch with the services they need. A number of other agencies also provide services on a regular basis: the centre houses Powell River’s Poverty Law Advocate, who offers free help in many different areas, including tenancy issues or legal questions related to employment and benefits. Also based at the centre is the Community Assistance Program (CAPII), offering information and coaching to people on income assistance. A wide range of pamphlets and posters is available for people to peruse.
Based on our philosophy of community helping community, we at the centre look forward to the public’s suggestions and support in delivering programs or workshops that promote community integration and capacity building. If you have ideas, please see us! We especially welcome ideas around using the centre during evenings and weekends. PRACL and YAK (Youth Advisory Committee) already use the centre two evenings per week. Last Saturday we hosted a gardening forum.
While the centre will not duplicate existing services, it does work with other organizations to fill service gaps. A large, diverse steering committee—representing a variety of organizations—works to achieve a broad mandate.
The centre has been very busy since opening its doors and is set to become even more active as the teaching kitchen is finished and a new community demonstration garden is constructed. With more workshops and activities added each week, it’s the place to be in Powell River!
The Community Resource Centre is open to both Powell River residents and visitors, 9am to 4pm, Monday through Friday. Why not come and have a look around, enjoy a coffee, share a story, or tell us about your vision for the community?
www.danawylieband.net
Dana Wylie’s songwriting is an international affair. Her band’s debut album includes songs written in such diverse locations as a gambling boat in the South China Sea, the windswept clifftops of Cornwall and the depths of a Winnipeg winter, to name but a few. The band’s music ranges from blues and cabaret through soulful pop to folk and roots, embracing both rural and urban sounds. Although Dana and her bandmates hail from rural areas on opposite sides of the Atlantic, it was in a bustling Asian metropolis where the band had its first incarnation.
After several years of singing “other people’s words” as a music theatre actress, Dana turned her focus to writing and performing original material, moving to Asia for a quiet respite from Canada’s theatrical scene. In Taiwan, she was instead plunged into a lively music scene, playing solo at corporate functions, with David Chen’s Muddy Basin Ramblers, leading her own bluegrass outfit The Wylie Brothers, and forming the Dana Wylie Duo with Englishman Jeremy Hellard.
A singer/guitarist, drummer and virtuosic harmonica player, Jez had been performing both solo and with a number of bands all over Taiwan when he met Dana in a Taipei music shop. After a year of performing both as a duo and with the Wylie Brothers, Dana and Jez decided to move to England to concentrate on their music full time.
This they did. Over the next two years they played nearly two hundred gigs in pubs, clubs, barns, fields and festivals, village halls and community centres, even people’s backyards and living rooms. From the Applecross Peninsula in North-Western Scotland to London’s legendary Jazz Café. They also self produced their debut album, ‘Almost There…’, released in the U.K. in 2006, and found the perfect bandmate in double-bass player Nye Parsons.
Nye has developed a formidable reputation as a jazz player over the last decade or so, playing all over the U.K. with innumerable bands both as a regular and stand in member. His lyrical melodic style hovers somewhere between jazz and folk and perfectly complements Dana’s fluid songwriting.
Ever the travellers, the Dana Wylie Band have relocated to Canada where they continue to explore both musically and geographically. They are scheduled to record a second album in November following a tour of Western Canada.
Full Disclosure was a radio show hosted by Luke Brocki and Amanda Bell broadcasting cutting edge music every Thursday night. on CJMP 90.1 FM. Although the hosts have recently moved out of Powell River, Full Disclosure lives on in the form of CD reviews in this ongoing column written in turn by Luke and Amanda.
Justice
"Cross”
(June 2007)Imissed this show on October 13. The Commodore Ballroom quickly sold out and even craigslist failed to offer decent prices. The afternoon was crisp and sunny, nicer than many this summer; instead of worrying about last-minute scalping, we grabbed some wine and instruments and had a jam session at Trout Lake. But be sure to give Cross a listen. It’s the debut album from Justice, a buzzy French electro outfit comprised of Xavier de Rosnay, Gaspard Augé and a large illuminated cross. The result? A revolutionary, pitch-shifting mess of funk, dancehall and hard house beats that will make you dance… when the choppy breaks aren’t making you check your speaker wires, that is.
Serve with: Daft Punk, MSTRKRFT
Ween
“La Cucaracha"
(Octoberr 2007)Ween’s shiny new website features Flash animation of a fist slowly extending and folding a middle finger, a bull with four eyes and detachable horns, a squirrel munching on a shell casing and large screws impaling dog/bird and sheep/wolf hybrids. “Please use the cow’s head to navigate this bitch,” say instructions at the bottom.
If Björk rules the musical kingdom of Weird, Dean and Gene Ween are her most trusted advisers. Ween’s ninth studio album, the psilocybin-soaked La Cucaracha comes out October 23. The duo hits Vancouver’s Queen Elizabeth Theatre November 14. The time has come to forget about sacred cows… except, of course, the demon god Boognish.Serve with: Tenacious D, Flaming Lips
Spoon
“Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga”
(July 2007)If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, seems to be the unintentional message of these southerners. The bouncy, laid back, raspy, fun rock songs found here are present on all their recordings. It’s not that the band fails to evolve; it has just mastered the “Spoon sound”. Each album tries something new on a track or two. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga does so with “The ghost of you lingers”, a cold Bowie-inspired experiment. But despite the brilliance, it’s also the song you’ll likely skip over to get back to that summertime swagger. Keep this one in the car.
Serve with: Pixies, The French Kicks
by Luke Broki
by Barb Rees
Do you love to put your thoughts on paper? Have you got yearnings to be a published author, improve your writing, or simply pass on family stories? Then the Powell River Festival of Writers third annual Fall Fest is just for you! With their vision to “celebrate the craft of writing and the joy of reading,” twice a year, they’ve attracted big name authors and publishers to Powell River over the last four years.
This year, author Adam Schroeder, is excited to be teaching his one day workshop “Writing Your Socks Off” at the Fall Fest. He graduated with a Masters Degree in Creative Writing from UBC in 1999. Since then he’s written for magazines, taught creative writing and published Kingdom of Monkeys, and recently Empress of Asia. Empress of Asia has been nominated as finalist for the Ethel Wilson Fiction Prize.
Rally with other writers of varying levels of experience for a fun and informative day. Learn from the best while being encouraged by your peers to keep writing. A book fare, refreshments, workshop, handouts, and inspiration are sure to make this Fall Fest a day you’ll remember.
Join them, Saturday November 3, 9:30 a.m. – 4:00p.m. at the French Club (downstairs), 5110 Manson Ave. Cost $50.
For further details call Barb at 604-485-2732 or visit: www.festivalofwriters.com
by Eva van Loon
“The most unique books in the world!” gushed the Harry Potter fan.
“One of the single largest operations the province has seen….” read a local paper.
“One of the only all-Canadian teams in the game!” boasted the coach.
These actual speakers are well on their way to fluent ENGLESE. They understand that today, vagueness is a virtue. To be a fluent speaker of Englese, one must learn the fine art of waffling. Learn to mess with the language of uniqueness.
Today’s old farts grew up in a world that not only believed in the comparative and superlative—as in good, better, best; or ugly, uglier, ugliest; and fabulous, more fabulous, most fabulous--but also believed that a few phenomena are beyond such comparison, In Standard English, truly extraordinary things merit words meaning singularity. Unique, like only, means there’s only one, just as unicycle means just one wheel but bicycle means two wheels.
Don’t tell one woman her beauty is unique and the next she’s more unique—unless you like being slapped. Don’t call one team the best on Tuesday and another team the best on Wednesday—you’ll hear complaints. And don’t claim your business is the only such venture in the province—you’re risking a lawsuit for false advertising from entrepreneurs like you who believe their gig is an original.
Being slapped, sued, and complained about are unpleasant. Smart ENGLESE speakers opt for fuzzing up the concept of uniqueness. Why stick one’s neck out? On a planet this crowded and messed up, there’s bound to be another version of the unique woman, the only team, or the single largest business somewhere, isn’t there?
Standard English is too risky, and too much work. To claim an operation is “the single largest the province has seen” or a team is “the only all-Canadian” means you’d better do the homework before blathering. That’s a lot of research.
As for unique, it’s a two-edged sword. Unique books could be uniquely good—or uniquely bad. A woman of unique beauty…could look at you sideways and decide looks can kill.
Being only…is lonely. Why risk it? Go ahead: be a real ENGLESE speaker: fuzz it up!
Englese / Standard English (SE)
more unique, / unique
most unique
one of the only / one of the few
one of the single best, / one of the best, largest
largest, etc.
by Glen Roscovich
An amazing feat of technology is rapidly becoming just another household appliance enabling a new approach to rural and remote lifestyles. Back-to-the-landers of previous generations would drool with envy at being able to consult Google, the great oracle of our age, when faced with the tribulations of life outside the embrace of urban utilities.
If knowledge is indeed power, the Internet gives us access to more power than we know what to do with.
Two-way, satellite-based, high speed Internet service allows us to live and work anywhere we choose. One of my customers is able to live in a tent on a nearby island as he manages the technical aspects of a massive data-storage facility in Colorado. Many operate on-line businesses, monitor stock markets, run web sites, do research, write, or keep in touch with their regular business while hanging out at remote cabins. Applications are limited only by the ingenuity of the customer.
If you can generate enough power to operate an ordinary light bulb, you can have high speed Internet and dial-up telephone service independent of the wired grid. Equipment required consists of a small satellite dish fitted with a transmitter/receiver unit and Ethernet modem. This unit relays signals with a satellite in geo-stationary orbit 38,000 kilometers above the equator. The addition of a router and Voice-Over-IP telephone adapter to the system means that you can plug in an ordinary telephone that will operate independently of the computer.
This capability won’t cripple a strained budget. Recent price cuts make the satellite gear available under $300. Combined telephone and Internet service can be had as low $80 per month. Professional installation is required.
by Eva van Loon Cognition Therapist
My funky California university is hot about transformative learning. Call it insight learning, because it is the kind of learning that hits you like a lightning flash. It rocks your world. Great stuff. But those flashes of insight are not all of learning, and not all of transformative learning, either. Sure, going to India and experiencing Tamil village life will change your life, but it won’t teach you to read better.
Decades of teaching have taught me there are two areas of learning. One, there’s the stuff you think about, sometimes long afterwards, chewing it over until finally it finds its place in your organism—or passes out of your life, like food you’re done with. Call that content learning.
Two, there’s stuff you have to struggle to make second nature, like riding a bike or driving, before the powers that be will even let you on the road. Getting a driver’s license is transformative in just about anyone’s book. Suddenly, you can move around your world with ease, just because this riding or driving skill has lodged itself unforgettably in your subconscious.
I’d call that transformative, wouldn’t you? It’s functional learning, too. It’s down there, in the subconscious, where you never have to work it all out again. It’s become automatic, like walking.
Think about your brain as a two-storey office: content learning happens upstairs in the conscious; functional learning happens downstairs where the shipping dock is and nobody sees it.
Reading is supposed to be like walking: automatic. A functional reader sees a sign and comprehends it without even remembering the words or shapes. Numbers, same thing. Basic logic, same thing. It must be automatic. Immediate. A subconscious, unforgettable skill. If you have to think about how to do it every time, it won’t work.
You see the page, the problem, or the situation—and you understand instantly what it’s all about. This is the true definition of literacy, numeracy, and critical thinking, the tripod of skills on which all content learning ultimately depends.
Content learning is easy once functional learning is in place. The flip side of that truth--which schools find difficult to recognise--is that content learning is sheer hell for a brain which has not yet achieved the basic levels of functional learning.
The lightning flash that made me a cognition therapist was the realisation that functional learning happens in a manner entirely different from content learning—and in a manner virtually impossible to install in our schools. The brain does functional learning in an environment chemically different from the exciting, engaging group climate of content learning that schools generally seek to create for their students.
That’s why “special ed” faces such enormous obstacles: times have changed drastically, and the children who come to Grade One with large parts of functional learning already in place are pitifully few compared to fifty years ago.
Next time: how to create a mental climate for functional learning.
by Tamara Mctee—Chartered Herbalist
Melissa officinalis, more commonly known as lemon balm, balm mint, cure all or gentle balm, has excellent results soothing all different kinds of nervous problems. Lemon balm lowers the blood pressure by toning the heart and circulatory system, calms palpitations of the heart and anxiousness, chasing away the black clouds of obsession and neurosis. It soothes nervous headaches and strengthens the memory, a blessing for those of us who tend to be absent-minded.
Lovely lemon balm is a safe herb to use during pregnancy, nursing, and for babies and young children. While pregnant, if you experience dizzy spells or headaches, relax, put your feet up, and drink a nice warm cup of lemon balm tea. This herb is also pleasant as a belly balm or oil.
Use lemon balm for chest colds, take hot for flu. Eases stomach and intestinal cramps, curbs flatulence – try chewing a fresh piece of lemon balm before or after a meal. Ladies – to relieve menstrual cramps or to bring on your period add a couple of handfuls of lemon balm to a nice hot bath.
Asthma sufferers rejoice – add mullein leaves, comfrey root, and lemon balm to hot water and infuse for 10 minutes for an attack-soothing tea. Sometimes it helps to repeat the mantra “Ahhhhhhhh!” while you wait for your tea – it helps open up the airways.
Melissa contains sedative oils, so parents may want to try giving some leaf for chewing to a high-strung child, or serving lemon balm iced tea at the next big birthday party. Lemon balm, chamomile and lavender flowers make a nice bed time blend for insomniacs. For a pillow to promote sleep, collect enough lemon balm leaves, mix in some lavender flowers and stuffing for softness, and voila – sleepy-time pillow is ready!
When used in an ointment lemon balm can ease rheumatic pains, heal bug bites, bruises, and sores. Now you can see why this herb is sometimes called a cure all.
The early fall is a great time to harvest lemon balm. Collect before or after flowering, after the morning dew has dried. Lemon balm is superior when used fresh so use it while it’s here and save what you can for the winter blues. Try lemon balm in the kitchen to flavour soups, cakes, and puddings.
To make a hot tea: steep 2 tablespoons of ripped up or chopped leaves per cup of boiling water. Cover and let steep for 10 minutes or longer.
To make a cold extract: use same ratio of leaves to cold water, cover, and let stand for 8 hours.
Relax and let lemon balm lift your spirits.
by Stacey Forbes
Do you enjoy downtown Marine? Well, you can do most of your food shopping there. It’s wonderful: start at the north end of Willingdon and purchase properly stored nuts, and gluten-free breads at Kelly’s; move next door to Chopping Block to buy store made lard or tallow, meat and fresh seafood. Heading south on Marine itself, there’s the well-stocked Asian grocery store that is Golden Gate Variety. There are quality Middle Eastern items at The Flying Yellow Bread Bowl just behind. Across the street Aaron service, sells (unfortunately not Canadian) recycled bathroom tissue and “Kleenex” in nice big boxes. Rene’s pasta, next door, makes tender fresh pasta, sauces, soups, baguettes—all takeaway. His homemade gelato is as good as I’ve had.
Another block south and you arrive at BC’s first certified organic food store, Silke’s Organic Market. A pleasure to shop at, Marine Avenue’s newest addition features all organic dairy, chicken, fresh-ground flour and colourful produce, including an array of vegetables, fruit, and eggs from local certified farms. Aside from a very few items—this is real food. For good salami, prosciutto, seasonal cheeses and pastas in many wonderful shapes, stop in just 3 doors down at The Italian Grocery Store.
Unfortunately, south of the popular stores mentioned, there begins a decided lack of food items (hmm... we need a specialty food store and an all-butter organic bakery... anyone?) until you reach Rocky Mountain, lastly, for delicious country breads and fresh ground coffee. Be sure to ask your purveyors if they use any hydrogenated shortenings or margarines—you don’t want these trans fats. Here’s to quality food, and bon appetit!
Open long hours and a short trot from our major shopping, Vietnam Cuisine welcomes the hungry with wonderful courtesy, pleasant surroundings, and a large and various menu enhanced by a small but adequate bar selection and complimentary spring rolls.
Of the 87 dishes (plus 8 vegetarian dishes) on the menu, a favourite is #49, Stir-fried Rice Noodle with Crispy Chicken at $11.75—yummy rice.
The price point is remarkable. Where else in PR can two people enjoy a cider each with a full dinner and free appetiser for $43 including tax and 15% tip? (No room for dessert, though—we were stuffed.) On your next visit to the hospital auxiliary, trot down the block for lunch: your choice of 17 dishes for $8 plus tax. So much for the fast-food habit!
by David Parkinson
No matter how old I get, the end of the summer always feels like time to go back to school, time to look back on the summer and forward to the winter, time to make plans and get back to work again.
So what’s your back-to-school project?
Here’s mine. We hear a lot lately about the importance of eating locally. The 50-mile diet here in Powell River is a great example, and a good way of teaching people about what is and isn’t available in the local food-growing area. More than that, it connects people to their local farms and food-growers, whether they go to the open-air market or shop at the places in town that support local food production. Additionally, participation in the eat-local challenge builds relationships between neighbours, since people often share their produce over the back fence (think: zucchinis!).
I believe that local economy will become more important over the next few years as the need for locally-grown food increases, while the need for local economic networks of all kinds becomes more apparent. But how are we supposed to get from here to there?
Here’s one idea: let’s share knowledge about how to become more self-sufficient, grow more food, and preserve what we grow. By the time you read this, there will already have been two workshops on food gardening and preparing a garden for winter. On October 20, local wilderness expert Brian Lee will be leading a workshop on foraging for edible plants and mushrooms.
I’m excited about these workshops, since they allow people to connect with other people who have similar interests and similar concerns about our local food economy. I’m also more than willing to consider all kinds of ideas for workshops that might interest people, whether you yourself are the expert or you want me to find one. Contact me at (604) 485-2004 or fsp@prcn.org. Let’s spread the knowledge!
KeukenHeksen at WolfHaven
This “health soup” is one way my grandmother kept 7 children going through wet Dutch winters a century ago, when everybody was on a 50-mile diet.
Ingredients:
pearl barley
dark red berries, dried, canned, or fresh
raisins
fruit juice, leftover cider or wine
other fruits, chopped into tidbits
cinnamon, cloves, anise
Throw everything except the barley into a large pot over medium heat. Bring mixture to a brief boil and toss in the barley, maybe a cup for a 10-12-quart pot. Spice to taste and let it simmer until the barley is done and the raisins, craisins, and dried fruit are plumped up. The liquid will have thickened somewhat. Adjust the spices and add a little honey, steevia or sugar if necessary. A touch of lemon juice can add interest.
Go easy on adding fruits like apples or pears that turn to mush when cooked. That’s another recipe.
Served hot for winter breakfast, or cold with a little whipped cream for dessert, gezondsheit brei when thickened to the next level can be used as a fruit compote, on toast, waffles, or those wonderful eggy pizzella available at our farmers’ market.
You can freeze or can gezondsheits brei. How long it keeps in the fridge depends on how spiced it is.
by Eva van Loon
Not enough people have read this 18-year-old book, which leads us down the jungle path to find out why things are the way they are. Ishmael re-landscapes the mind. Said Jim Britell of Whole Earth Review: “From now on I will divide the books I have read into two categories -- the ones I read before Ishmael and those read after.”
In 1989 Ishmael won Ted Turner’s prize, for fiction about solutions to global problems, by exploring the biggest challenge in history: how to save the world from ourselves. Over the years the book has developed iconic status, studied in schools as well as in the New Tribalism movement it spawned.
Ishmael opens with an ad: “Teacher seeks pupil. Must have an earnest desire to save the world.” The narrator is startled to find his teacher is a silverback gorilla, Ishmael, who grew up alongside humans, uniquely placed to deliver lateral insights into history.
Ishmael’s paradigm of human history differs from any in schools: the agricultural revolution about 10,000 years ago marked the time when some humans conceived the idea of locking up the food, thus forcing others to work, war, or wheedle for their share.
The ultimate expressions of that doctrine of locking up the food are now upon us. Our government, for example, forbids us to sell the food we ourselves grow except under its tight control and, sometimes, to impossible legal standards. And agribusiness has invented terminator seeds, the idea being to force farmers to buy seed each season under the guise of quality control. Such control over food supply swiftly turns Earth into a prison planet. Science and the rule of law become the work of the devil instead of the tools of enlightenment they were meant to be.
Think about locking up the food. Spend a few minutes imagining a life without that doctrine, without worry about the next bag of groceries. What would our neighbors be like if they weren’t forced to compete for food, basic clothing and shelter? If we each merited that much, simply by being born?
Mind-boggling, isn’t it? Our entire market economy—and the war machine that depends on corporate greed--just imploded inside your head.
Ishmael suggests a subtext for the Adam-and-Eve story: eating from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil refers to the notion that humanity is special within Creation, special enough to take on god-like powers. That sense of entitlement sanctions limitless technology as pure science.
Children understand this parable very well. Remember Jurassic Park? As the scientist who cloned dinosaurs from prehistoric mosquito blood proclaimed the glory of science, my 7-year-old companion stage-whispered to me, “He thinks he’s God!” Yes, indeed. That film was all about the consequences of our arrogance, our sense of entitlement to rule our planet. Kicked out of Eden? No problem. Humanity has better ideas, anyway.
Ishmael divides societies roughly into Takers (they’re ready to take over from God or fate) and Leavers (they leave things up to God or fate). Taker societies have now taken over from Leaver societies around the planet. It isn’t difficult to peg our own society as the Taker type. The hard conclusion, however, is that Taker societies inevitably collapse. Leaver societies are more durable.
Quinn insists humanity wasn’t born a menace to the planet, and nothing compels us to continue being a menace. “I think we have a much finer and more exciting destiny than conquering and ruling the world,” he says. “This book shows that we can learn about…that destiny…from the life around us--and in Ishmael…life speaks with the voice of a lowland gorilla.”
Google Ishmael. Discover new groves of thought. Meditate there on ways to strengthen our life in what could be Eden once again, right here in Powell River.
On September 30th, 2007, the government declared new Meat Inspection Regulations, devastating local farmers’ livelihood and Powell River residents’ choices for local healthy foods.
The Regulations state that any meat products must be sent to a licensed abattoir for inspection and slaughter before sale to the public, effectively halting on-farm slaughter and locally made meat products. Non-compliance is a regulatory offence, without jail time but with stiff fines no small farmer could afford.
The new legislation is impractical for ferry-bound Powell River, forcing the transport of livestock by road and ferry. Since our farmers raise animals in small numbers, the time and expense involved in moving livestock are especially prohibitive.
Will a large-scale abattoir, which has no attachment to the animals, be as humane as the farmer who raised them and prepared them for consumption on their own land? Are farmers forced to consign their animals to the horrible deaths common to large slaughter operations? Doesn’t the journey to the abattoir itself entail needless suffering and loss?
The main purpose of this new regulation is protection of exports. Should government not enact a larger scheme to protect us from imports containing viruses, bacteria and heavy metals? BC brings in tons of pork intestines for sausages and hundreds of thousands of chicken from China, lamb from Australia, and meat from the US—what’s the overall picture of consumer protection?
What to do? Some local farmers have cut back their orders for next year, preparing to quit. Others vow to carry on, undeterred by the moccasin-telegraph news that local feed stores are being asked to have customers sign off on feed purchases on a “voluntary basis for now”—indicating an unhealthy government interest in who’s doing what down on the local farm.
These issues could have their day in court once a farmer is charged with an offence under this regulation. Hopefully local interest groups would fund the farmer’s defense, including arguments that these provisions deny small meat producers the right to gain a livelihood in any province, a right guaranteed by the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, within demonstrably reasonable limits.
The problem with the wait-and-see-and-defend approach, aside from the pain people in lawsuits inevitably go through, is that there’s no guarantee that a successful defense will strike down the offending law. Even if the law is struck down, what’s to prevent the government from then enacting a different one? Back to Square One!
Local farmers, consumers, the Green party, Farm Folk/City Folk and the 100-mile-diet Society are pro-actively petitioning for a Powell-River solution to be added to the Regulation.
The petition requests the government work with farmers to create a different regulation for our area. Nicolas Simons has agreed to read the petition in the Legislature once it has 1,000 signatures.
Ferdinand Vondruska of C-Dar Farms and Lodge says, “Are we to sacrifice our small farms to protect those that have caused the problems—feedlots with thousands of cows penned side by side? We are about to cave in to very shady…foreign demands that will kill the small farmers. It will certainly not make meat any better!”
He points to Switzerland, where traveling butchers visit farmers on demand with trucks equipped to take blood samples of animals as well as ensuring proper registration. Farmers producing meat products receive certification of humane handling and the A1 standard of the Swiss Government, resulting in a better income to the farmer.
“Farming on 20 - 100 acres has nearly become an impossibility. It is only with the support of the public that the small holder or mini-farmer will survive. There still are hundreds of them; however, once they are gone, they cannot be replaced. A vital link in the production of wholesome food will quickly disappear. We have reached that point in history.”
Powell River farmers, pointing out there’s never been a problem with local meats from small farmers compared to agribusiness, don’t object to meeting public-health standards. What’s objectionable is the potential for harm to the animals and to the area’s livability, inciting rebellion against a law that not only fails to enhance a strong local economy but threatens to destroy an essential part of it—control over our own good food.
Should the petition work, PR may win an arrangement, perhaps like the Swiss, that hews closer to “reasonable limits” to Charter our rights to gain a livelihood. If not, groups had better get together and get ready for the first skirmish in a long legal battle.
by Corey Matsumoto
Owning a thriving pub has long been a dream of Shawn Bateham, a vision that is finally coming together at the historic Rodmay Hotel where McKinney’s Pub and Eatery is set to open on October 20th. Alea and Henri Newport augment their son’s vision with a passion for antiques and the history of the Rodmay Hotel. Alea’s relationship with the Rodmay started with an antiques-and-collectables-store she opened with niece Selena Asher-Richards called Charm, Chintz and Chrome. The “3 C’s” is located on the street-front corner of the building, and will soon feature a tea parlor and used books). Alea fell in love with the historic Rodmay and dreams of seeing it restored to its original glory.
The story of McKinney’s Pub starts back in July when the family reopened the historic Rodmay lounge as McKinney’s Night Boat Lounge on the main level. The Lounge hosted some fine events, like the sold-out performance by Shona Le Mottee, who returns for the grand opening of McKinney’s Pub.
Two months later, an opportunity to expand into a larger premises presented itself with the closing of the White Jag Pub. Work began to renovate the pub into a 1900’s craftsman style Irish pub, complete with detailed hardwood mouldings and high-end fixtures. A new main entrance welcomes patrons on Ash Street. All generations will feel right at home as they step into the warmth and coziness of the freshly restored interior.
The new bar set-up offers liqueurs and spirits including many quality scotches and whiskeys. The kitchen has also been overhauled. The pub, open for lunch daily, serves high-end food long into the evening.
The stage was rebuilt centrally to afford all patrons a prime view of the live entertainment that will prevail every weekend. The upgraded sound system supports a wide variety of entertainment, from live music by local and touring bands to comedy.
“We’re here to entertain you” says Shawn. Alea adds “if the music doesn’t appeal to you one week, check back for something completely different the next”. Look for band schedules in Immanence and Powell River Living Magazines.
Shows will begin early in the evening, making McKinney’s Pub and Eatery a great place for an evening of entertainment.
For more information or booking inquiries call Alea or Shawn: 414-0548 or email mckinneys_on_ash@shaw.ca.
by Morag Grayheart
Kali is a more misunderstood Goddess of the world. We can all get behind the endless-love-compassion thing. But death and destruction? Scary!
Ease your fears – Kali is endless love and compassion, though in a different light. She is the death of the ego, the death of the illusion we perceive as reality. She makes us remember we are spiritual beings on a human journey – not vice versa. She grants total liberation.
Attachment to the ego comes from over-identification with the body, the physical plane. Kali’s name comes from the Sanskrit kal, meaning time. Time takes its toll on our bodies as Kali wears away our ego.
Not scary, huh? Better than the endless sex-death-violence thing.
Where did that misconception come from? One word: iconography. Kali is usually seen with dark blue or black skin, standing on the chest of the white-skinned Shiva (Her male counterpart), wearing a garland of skulls and a skirt of dismembered arms, holding the severed head of a demon in one of Her four arms, tongue sticking out and Her face alive with triumph – while Shiva’s face is so peaceful one must believe Him to be dead.
Kali is the womb of creation from which we came and to where we shall return, the inky darkness of primalness. She is form supported by peaceful formless awareness, the bright light of enlightenment. She wears the trophies of Her conquest over the material world – destruction of the ego and the body. Kali destroys demons, personal or otherwise. She allows us to be who we truly are.
By granting Her children moksha – liberation – Kali is the ultimate Goddess of enlightenment and compassion. Meditate on Kali’s love – She has much to teach us, and we have much to learn.
by Eva van Loon
Hardly! PRites don’t go shopping in the suddenly cheap US from here—gas costs too much. Our big stores are crammed with toys, food, and equipment we don’t trust—mostly stamped “Made in China”--the only stuff many of us can afford.
And we’re supposed to be proud and happy the loonie is flying awkwardly at a US buck-‘n’-better?
People in the UK, Europe, Japan, and a dozen other countries are saying the same about their lively currencies. Could it be that some coins have learned to fly? That Canadians, among others, have turned into economic geniuses? Maybe we hit the jackpot at this late moment in the history of humanity?
Put the flight of the loon into perspective: America, the 20th century’s economic centre, has collapsed. Yes, that’s the past tense—this isn’t a possible future event but is happening before our eyes, right now, this week. The loonie isn’t flying—the once-almighty Dollar is drowning in debt.
Columnist Patrick J. Buchanan says, “Bush is presiding over a worldwide abandonment of the American dollar…. A sinking dollar means a poorer nation, and a sinking currency has historically been the mark of a sinking country. And a superpower with a sinking currency is a contradiction in terms.”
Convinced the US is the axis of humanity, he asks, “What does this mean for America and Americans? …The chickens of free trade have come home to roost.”
What does that mean for us poor sods geographically parked cheek by jowl with a sinking superpower? That’s what we want to know! What’ll happen to Canada and Mexico? Is the new American Dream a total reliance on snowbacks and wetbacks, even if we stay put in our own countries?
Where are these MBA types when you need ’em?
Even a deaf Canuck can already hear the US licking its parched Botox lips over our water, oil, lumber, grain, hydro and minerals—for which Uncle Sam’ll want to pay us with as few of those empty Dollars as possible.
Unfortunately, there’s one of us…to every ten ’Murricans, not to mention that in Canada “armed forces” has been a jolly oxymoronic in-joke for most of two centuries. OK, so we burned down the White House in the War of 1812, the last overt attempt by the US to gobble up Canada--the fiction is, we’re nice to our neighbors now, all around the world.
My slender wallet insists it’s a pistol for Canadian independence and self-reliance. Think I’ll venture on a little pre-Yuletide hunting trip around PR, keeping a sharp lookout for the local and the Canuck-made. I’m pointing this scrawny little wallet straight at you, Great White Shrub. I’m buying basic and Canadian, from the tree to the turkey to the treat for the dog. If that throws a twig on the economic conflagration now consuming the White House, let it burn to reiterate our message from almost 200 years ago: Canada does not want to belong to the US.
When the first NAFTA came through, I was in law school. A handful of us came to class sporting black armbands, distrustful of that four-letter word, free. We thought if America, selling itself as a fair and balanced market economy, were allowed to use Canada as its private resource ranch, we’d probably get screwed in the end.
Damn! We were right! I hate that.
Corporate capitalism is fair to neither resource exporters nor to workers who add value to those resources. When the corporation puts cheap resources from Canada, like lumber, together with cheap labor in China, it looks like prosperity as long as the transportation industry can keep the wheels greased. With the death of oil, the transportation industries are in big trouble, spelling the end of resource economies as well.
We’d better look ahead. Get used to the idea of adding value to our own products. It will be ridiculously expensive to send our wood overseas to be made into toothpicks, paper, and lumber. We must figure out ways to make finished products ourselves. Then, with our compadres down Latin America way, we can chant, “We don’t need no steenkeeng Dollars!”
Repent. The end of the Dollar is near. Live local as you’ve never lived before.
by Corey Matsumoto
The public meeting hosted by the PRSC Limited Partnership on Thursday, November 8, at the Powell River Recreation Complex came as a surprise to many people. The open house, presentation, and meeting was hosted to collect public feedback regarding potential usage of PRSC land holdings, some of which lie within Agricultural Lands Reserves (ALR). The relatively sparse attendance by the general public seemed to indicate that either many people didn’t know about the meeting, or the hundreds of citizens who were so passionate about Powell River’s Agricultural Land Reserves this past summer suddenly turned passive. (Maybe leaflets promoting the event–were there any?–were disregarded as 4-month-old announcements.)
Those who turned out were certainly subject to a strong feeling of deja vu given the familiar display of maps and charts indicating the pertinent information and suggested uses for the land parcels in question. Each map had an accompanying suggestion sheet inviting the public to write down ideas for development.
There was a familiar air of discontent amongst the attendees as they mingled amongst PRSC board members during the open house segment. It seemed that PRSC board members had either forgotten or ignored the suggested uses put forth by the public 4 months ago when the ALR controversy was at its height. The board had no new plan to put forth for discussion aside from vague “suggested uses”. The persistence of the word ‘airport’ as a suggested possible use of a familiar section of land fueled a sentiment that the PRSC Limited Partnership is still intent on pursuing its original plan, using poorly advertised public meetings to bolster a revised ALR exclusion application.
The board faced tough questions from the audience. Some questions, directed at the City’s involvement in PRSC, could not be answered since there were no city officials at the table.
There can be no doubt that the lands in PRSC’s possession have a great potential for much needed economic development in Powell River. Many alternative ideas for usage were scribbled on the suggestion sheets by the public. Some of the ALR designated lands may be best used for agricultural initiatives, and some may be better used for other purposes. The question remains: Who is coming forth with a viable action plan to pursue these ideas, the money to convert these ideas to reality, and the drive to see these ideas to fruition?
by Corey Matsumoto
If you can crack the above code you’re much better off than many of us. With a news item so filled with acronyms, it’s no wonder many people are confused with what the heck is going on. Scott Randoph’s presentation at the PRSC Limited Partnership’s public meeting and open house helped to clarify the whole scenario.
In 2003, Norske Canada was approached by the City of Powell River and Sliammon Development Corp (SDC) to purchase waterfront lands near the mill. In 2004, the 3 parties signed a memorandum of understanding. This paved the way for the creation of the PRSC (standing for Powell River, Sliammon, Catalyst) Limited Partnership, collectively owned by the Powell River Waterfront Development Commission (PRWDC -AKA City of Powell River), Tee’skwat Land Holdings (Sliammon), and 0606890 BC Ltd. (Catalyst Paper Corp).
PRSC is managed by PRREDS (Powell River Regional Economic Development Society), headed by Scott Randolph. PRSC bought land parcels totalling about 800 acres from Catalyst. Some of this land is designated as Agricultural Reserve Land (ALR) which means that it must be used for agricultural purposes unless an application to remove the ALR designation is successful. The developer involved in the project was a company named Yrainucep (the word pecuniary, meaning money, spelled backwards), which did little to create public confidence.
Earlier this year, PRSC applied to the Agricultural Land Commisson (ALC) to remove the ALR designation from certain parcels of land in its possession to create a gated community and private jetway. The application was rejected in September. Yrainucep has “withdrawn” from the project, but people still wonder: is PRSC is now positioning itself for another application?
Still confused? Visit: www.prreds.com/prsc.htm for more info on the PRSC Limited Partnership.
by Kevin E. Abrams
The legal fiction we call a corporation was defined as a legal “person” by the US Supreme Court in 1886. As a “person”, a corporation is deemed to have rights similar to rights of a human being or free will man or woman.
In the book Fleshing Out Skull & Bones, the authors ask, if a Corporation is a “person” owned by the shareholders, are the shareholders engaging in slavery? And, if the Corporation is indeed a “person”, does it have an innate and unique capacity for moral and ethical action of independent volition? Do legal fictions defined as “persons” have any inherent capacity for moral conscience?
Like the straw man of the Wizard of Oz, all corporate fictions are mindless. Lacking any life of their own, they “innately” serve only themselves. Neither do corporate “personas” possess an innate capacity to respond to moral concerns. Thus, when a community or government becomes corporatised, the interface through which goods and services were provided and government policies were enacted shifts from an interface of local merchants and representatives interacting with the people to corporate fictions interfacing with “customers” and so-called voters.
Does any free-will man or woman have a real vote in any provincial or federal election today? In effect, one acts on behalf of the legal voter, the straw man in the corporatised fiction. In this domain, there exists no true capacity for a response to the moral and ethical conscience of the people, because the voter is actually “owned” by the fiction.
Corporations undermine community and representative government by co-opting free-will men and women into the fiction. Free-will men and women are construed as servants and reduced to items of inventory, i.e., employees “rewarded” for service, rather than masters compensated in an equal value-for-value exchange. Corporations undermine and actually destroy independent initiative and true capitalism, where labor would by its own merit be entitled to a direct call upon the wealth, principal, or capital it produces. By this definition, potters and glassblowers are capitalists, or producers of wealth, whereas corporate fictions are collectivist usurpers of wealth. As “persons” corporate fictions are a pretense. Psychologically, they are pathological, for in time, the people begin to mirror the fiction.
by Corey Matsumoto
Parents with elementary-level children have a new resource in town to assist with their child’s homework. Homework Help will be provided by a volunteer qualified experienced teacher at the new Community Resource Centre at 4752 Joyce Avenue from 5:00pm-6:00pm Monday to Thursday. The trial program began on November 5 and will run until December 13 with a possibility of continuing into January if there is a need.
The program works on a sliding scale, which means that parents pay only what they can afford (it’s free to those who can afford nothing).
Staff are welcoming retired teachers who are willing to spare 1-4 hours a week for the program. For more information about volunteering or participating in the program, call the Centre at 604 485-0992 or just drop in.
by Eva van Loon
A pair of hotshot environmental engineers, Shaoan Cheng and Bruce Logan, have published a study in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of economically viable electrohydrogenesis.
No, wait! Don’t go. Don’t glaze over. This could be men at work at their best. This is marvellous, maybe. This bears study. This is something we might be able to use to turn Powell River into a totally self-powered city.
Microbial fuel cells work through the action of bacteria, which can pass electrons to an anode. From the anode, the electrons run through a wire to the cathode—bingo! electric current. Meanwhile, the bacteria munch through organic matter in the biomass material. A jolt of electricity helps generate hydrogen gas at the cathode.
The energy produced is 288 times what goes in. That means 287 chunks of hydrogen energy to power vehicles, homes, you name it. That’s enormously more efficient than ethanol production, and doesn’t steal the corncobs off poor people’s plates. You can use wood chips as biomass, for example. Compost, presumably.
Feasibility study, anybody? I wonder if Canadian Tire would sell backyard reactors….
The Pacific Northwest may not be the first place you would expect to hear rollicking Celtic, folk or world music, but The Town Pants are determined to change that. The Vancouver, Canada–based band combine aspects of Irish traditional, acoustic pop, roots Americana, even Australian and Mexican influences, to create their own unique brand of “West Coast Celtic.” Armed with a pawnshop’s worth of musical instruments, The Town Pants play songs that appeal to young and old alike, remaining in the heart and head long after the music stops.
The Keogh brothers, Dave and Duane, lead the band in vocals and instrumentation with banjo and acoustic guitar, teamed with Aaron Chapman on tin whistle, harmonica and vocals, and fiddle maven Virginia Schwartz, who weaves a fiery thread through the songs. Together they generate a rare blend of passion, energy, animation and spirit. With the added musical touch of a hand percussionist and bass player, the Town Pants are unsurpassed for their fast-paced West Coast Celtic style.
Feverish, stampeding, The Town Pants’ lively renditions of traditional and contemporary Celtic-influenced tunes, combined with the group’s original compositions, create a distinctive sound that has attracted fans around the world. At home, Vancouver fans selected The Town Pants as one of their favourite National Celtic/Traditional Acts in Vancouver’s Georgia Straight entertainment- weekly annual “Best of Vancouver” readers’ poll, where they were shortlisted with such groups as Great Big Sea and Natalie MacMaster.
The Town Pants are a busy band, wrapping up a 3-month, 43-show North American tour in September. They’ve already booked spring gigs in Texas and New York that far into 2008.
The band will be in Powell River briefly to play McKinney’s Pub and Eatery at the historic Rodmay Hotel on Friday November 23rd, and then will be off to play the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver the following night.
The Town Pants are sure to be one of the best live music events of the season -don’t miss it!
Full Disclosure was a radio show hosted by Luke Brocki and Amanda Bell broadcasting cutting edge music every Thursday night. on CJMP 90.1 FM. Although the hosts have recently moved out of Powell River, Full Disclosure lives on in the form of CD reviews in this ongoing column written in turn by Luke and Amanda.
St Vincent:
Mary Me
(July 2007)The first time I heard Annie Clark’s piercing pipes was when she opened for Arcade Fire in June of this year. A curly haired cross between little orphan Annie and Audrey Hepburn walked out on stage with a team of catholic middle school musicians. Her live set of mellow-dies and her sophisticated soprano enticed me to buy the album. It surprised me how produced it sounded at first but the combination of soulful singer-songwriter/choir music with electronic spacey beats just works. Marry Me is a very thoughtful and sexy disc.
Serve with: Tori Amos, Feist, Metric
Wolf Parade:
Apologies to the Queen Mary
(September 2005)Shrill and elegant voices, dirty guitars and quivering synthesizers sum up Wolf Parade to a tee. They are yet another band that makes you want to go to Montreal and see what is in their water. This album came out way back in 2005 when everyone was writing about Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene. But their widespread nods of approval seem to be spread by word of mouth rather than press attention so please pass it on.
Serve with: Modest Mouse, The Talking Heads
The Paperbacks:
An Episode of Sparrows
(June 2003)My favorite song on this album is “I suffer this like a dream” and it reminds me of a show of theirs in Winnipeg. It happened at the West End Cultural Centre, a place where people stand around nodding to the music and standing on chairs is acceptable if you’re short. The whole room began to sing along with drinks in the air and arms around strangers. The Paperbacks emanate that same blue-collar neighbourhood mentality. There’s no need for flash in Winnipeg.
Serve with: The Replacements, Bruce Springsteen
by Skye Morrison
Hannah Heartsong sees the colours that are beyond consciousness; sees beyond the static and trite to the unexpected miracles. Though she is limited to the visible spectrum, the brushstrokes of colour transcend reality. They walk on water. They give birth to the divine.
Honouring the three vortexes of air, earth, and water, Hannah journeys home past fear and ego. She maintains excitement, meticulous hours spent pouring herself onto the canvas, charging every ripple, every blade of grass with the vital force. Hers is an inner response to the subtle nuances hinted in the world around.
“Developing, deepening, transforming, colours, shapes, patterns, and directions of movement... all based on an unconscious trust in the process... I experience it as an entity, as a hole in the wall that is an obsession.” This obsession leads her on a passage between two worlds, two visions, tangible and surreal, inner and outer. Hannah wraps herself around an element of nature and embraces the essence of the source. Trees, water, and figures radiate their own light-source, shadows occur where one ends and another begins, and even this distinction can be elusive. “The way I see things is when they are lit from the inside. We are the light.”
Hana’s exhibit entitled “A Walk on the Beach” is on display at the Community Resource Centre 4752 Joyce Avenue until the end of November
by Eva van Loon
Once upon a time there was a muddled language that tagged along with its empire-building speakers across an entire planet and took vigorous root everywhere. The speakers and writers of this language boasted that “The sun never sets!” on their far flung empire. Little did they realize that the language they championed as “the richest language in the world” and “the language of Shakespeare” could not maintain its “purity” any more than its proponents could prevent miscegenation in the English Empire.
Despite its multi-ethnic and scandalous parentage, vestigial grammar and outrageous spelling, English proved popular and hardy, sprouting colourful varieties of itself from the tropics to the arctics for four centuries. Alarmed by the robust rebellions of all these upstart Englishes, the original owners dubbed their own, supposedly original version of the language “Standard English”—SE for short—and wrote thick books of classic rules which even today must be mastered, from Africa to America, as part of becoming a reasonably educated person.
Over time, miscreant Englishes won the right to dub themselves with such acronyms as SAE (Standard American English, the creature nobody knows), HCE (Hawaiian Creole English, or Pidgin to the tourists), Ebonics ((black American English), and last among many others but hardly least, SCE (Standard Canadian English, universally admitted to be a closer cousin of SE, quite possibly the rightful heir to its throne should England be drowned by rising seas).
Yet aren’t we missing the boat, so to speak? In the age of easily erased borders, “free” trade, “deep integration” between Canada and its neighbour, and the spectacle of an entire planet plundered and pillaged by a people who take their own version of English to every resource-rich corner of the world, shouldn’t we be paying most attention to the English of these conquerors, the most powerful nation in human history? Not only has America’s English already permeated Canada by means of pop culture’s juggernaut vehicle, television, but history shows that the language of the conqueror inevitably becomes the new classic. Why not get with the program?
Standard English is dead! Long live Englese!
The young pick up Englese from their electronic teachers and their peers with no trouble at all, but newcomers and SOFs (stubborn old farts) need a little help. Let the teaching begin! Voila Englese 100!
by Annie Poirier
Hats are back, and the world is so much better for it. A chic chapeau brings an undeniably effortless style to just about any ensemble (though velour tracksuits are irredeemably ghastly). This columnist can personally attest to this, as a fedora fiend. In my early teens I liberated a felt broad-brimmed one, in a stunning royal blue, from my Mother’s collection–never looked back.
For this year’s return to eras of elegance, the chicest chapeaus are classic and easy to wear (dare I say, sometimes even sensible?). Hats are some of the most varied accessories on the planet- from a charming crocheted cloche to a daring derby, find the right one and you’re damn well set for life.
Sadly (not really), as with all modes, there are things to avoid. Bucket hats are terribly juvenile (best saved for the under 12 set), and cowboy hats were turned into tragic clichés by clubbers in the late 90s and early 00s. While these hats are not completely unacceptable, they should really only be worn by people of the vocation they were intended for. Bucket hats are for buckets, and cowboy hats are pretty self-explanatory.
In sporting a dapper topper, you enter a new league of class and style. Who would Napoleon be without his height enhancers, or Bogart without his fedoras? Who has made a bigger mark on history, Frank Sinatra or Men Without Hats?
by Glen Roscovich
So-called “High Technology” is such a slut. What do you want, big boy? Do you want to talk to whoever, wherever, whenever you want? No problem – the beta version might be a little expensive and break down too often but just wait- the next generation is just a click away…and cheap, cheap, cheap!
Music?! How about anytime, all the time, right in your head, loud as hell? You got it!
What do you want? Just tell us. We’ll get it for you. Dream it up – you can have it all!
Ooops, sorry. I was just thinking that maybe these extremist fundamental religious sects might have a point. All this shameless pandering to desires we didn’t even know we had is blinding us to the debris trail in its wake.
Effects of the wireless mania that is engulfing our world are poorly understood. Convenience trumps all. Health impacts of holding a transmitter to the side of young heads, our heads, for extended periods of time are not something we like to think about. The increasing clutter of our electromagnetic environment should be a source of concern.
We are electric beings. The currents that energize our thoughts and vital processes are subtle, varied and not well documented. How much research do you think the wireless and cell phone industries have done into the wider and combined impacts of their technologies?.... and how eager do you think they would be to warn us of suspected dangers? Frequencies emitted by the increasing barrage of electrical devices can’t help but overlap and interfere with the currents that animate life itself.
It is hard to argue with the convenience of breaking free of the wires that restrict our freedom of movement in relation to our electronics, but convenience at what cost? We, as a society, have become so hypnotized by the ability of high tech to fulfill our wildest dreams that we seem to assume that it is our right to have whatever we can imagine in the way of electronic toys.
I offer some tangible considerations when pondering the choice of wired versus wireless versions of similar devices:
When you are using wireless your signal is out there for all to peruse and to impact all. Wires keep that signal confined, for your purposes only.
When a wired device malfunctions, you have a fighting chance of tracing the problem and repairing it. Wireless problems are so complex that you may as well start screaming about warranty issues right off the bat.
As far as health issues go, ask your doctor….but remember, there was a time when doctors were known to extol the virtues of cigarettes.
(Editor’s note: google “wireless radiation” and visit sites like www.bioprotechnology.com to find out more.)
by Tamara Mctee—Chartered Herbalist
The air is crisp. Leaves are falling. Autumn is definitely here. Now’s the time to harvest all those good roots which are so potent during this season.
Unearth them with a shovel. Cut the root away from the rest of the plant. Bang the dirt off. Then wash the remainder of the dirt off and scrub gently with a veggie brush. You can dry them with a clean towel.
Next, bruise the roots with a pestle or a clean rock. Slice lengthwise into slivers and allow to dry on a tray screen or wire rack. Dry the roots in a dry, well ventilated area, giving them a shake every day so they are sure to dry evenly. You will know they are ready to store in a sterilized amber jar when the root snaps and breaks instead of bending.
Roots keep their potency longer than leaves and flowers. They are good for two to three years, compared with only one year for leaves.
There are so many roots ready to harvest in this season—dandelion, comfrey, plantain, burdock, devil’s club, marshmallow—to name a few. Let’s focus on Mahonia aquifolium, more commonly known as Oregon grape or mountain grape (pictured above).
A good time to harvest Oregon grape root and bark is in the late autumn and early spring. This plant resembles the holly plant, with sharp leaves, but the root is bright yellow, almost the color of bile. This root actually stimulates bile production and aids the digestion of fats and oils. It can be useful in weight-loss plans when a sluggish system is suspected. A tonic for the gall bladder, Oregon grape root also clears up congestion of the liver, especially where there is nausea and vomiting.
Chew on the root in cases of gingivitis. A decoction of this root loosens up the bowels and makes a good laxative for chronic constipation. This herb is a great detoxifier, helpful with impurities of the blood. It will clear up most skin diseases: use it for eczema, psoriasis, and skin troubles of a scaly, chaffy nature. Yes, it’s safe to use while pregnant or nursing.
Oregon grape root, the “poor man’s goldenseal”, contains the alkaloid berberine. It is the west coast’s counterpart to Hydrastis, commonly known as goldenseal, which is becoming very rare because of over-harvesting. So, why not preserve what is left in the wild and harvest the plentiful Oregon grape root, which can almost always serve as a substitute for goldenseal?
‘When combined with dandelion root, Oregon grape root helps to clear up acne. In combination with ginger and dong quai, it stimulates hormonal production and helps regulate periods. As the taste of this root is quite bitter, you might want to make it easier on the palate by mixing it with licorice root or steevia.
To make a brew with roots, start with cold water. Grate or chop the root to be used if not using a dried variety; use at least one tablespoon per cup of water. Allow to simmer, covered, for 15 to 25 minutes. Strain into your mug and drink to your health! Or strain into a large mason jar and store in the fridge up to three days. Best results if taken a minimum 3 times per day.
Have fun harvesting roots, and let energy from Mother Earth soothe your soul.
Eva van Loon Cognition Therapist
The innumerate among us are innumerable now. The Shorter Oxford Dictionary defines an innumerate as “unacquainted with the basic principles of mathematics and science.”
When I was in primary school, there were few innumerates among us. I recall a sense of balance among school subjects, specifically of equal concentration on mathematics (which we called arithmetic) and language. There were, of course, a few luckless non-starter students, derisively called ree-tards, who displayed early signs of illiteracy and innumeracy and consequently did not escape school until too big for the biggest desks.
Then came New Math. The word arithmetic, formerly well understood as a synonym for ciphering–addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and a few extras like telling time and Roman numerals–disappeared. Bye bye, rote learning and chanting tables. Memorisation was bunk, apparently. It was all Mathematics now, each chapter of our texts prefaced by philosophical discourse that mystified the teachers and parents as much as the students. As a new teacher in the 70s, I remember thinking we’d perhaps thrown the baby out with the bath, as the saying goes.
New Math opened up a new field of academics, the what’s-wrong-with-our-kids-that-they-can’t-do-math? field. Sheila Tobias’ 1978 book, Overcoming Math Anxiety, made math incompetence a political issue, claiming it was not failure of intellect but a failure of nerve. In 1988 mathematician John Paulos gave the math disaster its correct name in Innumeracy; Mathematical Illiteracy and its Consequences. He suggested innumeracy is a failure of critical thinking.
Innumerates, Tobias noticed, have no mathematical frame of reference and no basic understandings to build on. They’re afraid. The infamous word problems terrify them, and they’re convinced they’re dumb. Paulos admitted, “These feelings constitute a formidable block to numeracy” but, he insisted, “The truism that one learns how to read by reading…extends to solving mathematical problems.” He suggested techniques like explaining problems clearly, working backwards from solutions, drawing diagrams, and all the tricks good tutors use.
Tutoring hasn’t fixed innumeracy. And never will.
Today many students have little sense of how numbers relate, such as how 4 relates to 8, or that 10 underlies everything. There’s little automatic pattern recognition going on. Yet the math needed for daily life is not philosophy but simply pattern recognition.
For the innumerate, fractions are a jungle. Without automatic pattern recognition, per cent, decimals, and fractions look nothing alike. It all ceases to make sense. There’s no subconscious foundation on which to build what is now facetiously called pre-algebra.
How to fix? There’s one way: multisensorial drill fitted to the individual brain to create rhythm and pattern in the subconscious. Then push one arithmetic pattern at a time down into it.
Don’t try to fix innumeracy at home without training or a cognition therapist. If you have toddlers, however, turn off the TV and engage them in all kinds of rhythm and pattern training instead. The benefits in math class will be, well, incalculable.
by Doreen Bonin
Western medical science is now beginning to consider ancient Far Eastern traditions that focus healing and good health on the life-force energy which flows in channels through all living forms. Acupuncture and associated therapies are being increasingly used by western practitioners to invigorate the life-force energy flow to restore health to unhealthy organs. The Chinese refer to this energy as Chi, the vital life force energy of the Universe, present within every living thing.
In Eastern Medicine, doctors see illness, pain and other incapacity as signs of overall imbalance in the body, not simply in one organ, muscle or limb. They look for weaknesses and blockages in Chi. When Chi is blocked or diverted, doctors seek to relieve the blockage as a means of creating balance. It is believed that once the body is in balance it may be able to heal itself, and prevent disease from happening.
The practice of Qi(Chi)gong including Tai Chi, encompasses a broad range of exercise systems for developing one’s chi. The three basic elements of these forms are (1) adjusting and preparing posture, (2) adjusting and regulating breath, and (3) adjusting or calming the mind. The movements have a beneficial effect on the central nervous system, calming the body and leading to the regeneration of vitality and the recovery of health.
Ancient Oriental medicine has now been combined with modern technology to provide a new way of accessing and moving Chi. The Chi Machine is the culmination of 38 years of research by Japanese medical doctor Shizuo Inoue.
Lying on the back with feet slightly elevated and resting in ankle cups, the body is moved in an undulating figure of eight motion, just like a fish swimming in water. This position reduces stress on the spine while the lateral swinging of the ankles creates movement throughout the body, maximizing the body’s natural absorption of oxygen. When you see a fish swimming, you notice that its tail gently swings back and forth which causes movement of the entire spinal cord and all muscles.
Like the ancient practice of Qigong, the Chi Machine aligns the spine, increases oxygen in the body and calms the mind. It also massages and stimulates the activity of the internal organs. unblocking the chi pathways ensuring a maximum flow of this healing source throughout the body systems. When the machine shuts off the body is showered with a wonderful tingling feeling that makes its way through to all the extremities from toes to fingers. It’s what some people refer to as a chiful feeling. or chi rush.
A five minute session on the machine has the equivalent oxygen benefit of a thirty minute aerobic walk. The Chi Machine is a patented Health Canada Medical Device. by Wolffy
Where can you instantly feel part of the local scene, plugged into PR’s art world, and well fed in sophisticated fashion without spending a fortune? BeMused more than comes up to the mark, and on sunny days there’s a great view from the deck as well.
There’s intriguing art on the walls—a different show every few weeks—a variety of comfortable seating, your very own hand towel in the restroom, and a red-and-gold kitchen to stimulate your appetite and make you forget the gray bluster of the day.
Owner Jeffrey Renn and his sister, Andrea Howey, provide guests with a well discerned red or white wine by the glass. The menu is short enough for Jeff to write it on a framed mirror, a lovely touch. For those whose eyes go crazy reading mirrors, he writes it out in an elegant hand. All one needs to do is point. Point to anything—it will be good.
Appetizers, like a cucumber salad with gazpacho sauce or the recent delicate brain-mushroom soup, run $6 to $8. Light entrees like salami-and-mozzarella calzone or vegetable curry are about $10. Bring a big appetite to do justice to bigger entrees like spice-seared beef tenderloin with red pepper, goat cheese, and mini red potatoes, or crab-and-cream-cheese-stuffed sockeye pinwheels with asparagus and carrot salad, which hover around $15. Portion sizes leave room for a classic dessert like crème brulee, cheesecake varieties, or tiramisu. A light dinner for two with a glass of wine will run about $40; a full dinner, $75 or so. (Cash or cheque only at this time.)
Jeff Renn loves fresh peasant food with Mediterranean manners. He is delighted to show off his year ‘round supply of greens from his father’s farm or talk cooking secrets with his guests whenever he’s not run off his feet. The modest but meticulously organised kitchen can serve lunch parties of ten or more. With one stove and no microwave (hurray!), however, it can keep the cook hopping. No problem for Jeff, a successful Shakespearean actor at Stratford and in Toronto for many years and therefore no stranger to timing, deadlines, and small spaces.
Jeff and Andrea put on a great show for the community on their private stage at Bemused Wednesdays through Saturdays for lunch and dinner. Next dark and wintry day, don’t deny yourself the warmth, laughter, and darned good food at 4623 Marine Avenue. You’ll have a heck of a good time and be well fed, body and soul.
Location:
4623 Marine AvenueHours:
Lunch: Tues. thru Sat from 11:30
Dinner: Wed.& Thurs., 5:30 till 9; Fri. & Sat., 5:30 till mid.
by David Parkinson
Could the time be right for Powell River to have a food co-op? Maybe a small-scale growers’ co-op, or a food processing co-op?
On the first weekend in November, I traveled to Duncan, BC, to speak to the AGM of the Island Farmers’ Alliance about Powell River’s battle for the future of its ALR lands. My host, Catherine Pastula, is one of the main organizers behind Local Flavours (http://www.doyourselfaflavour.com), which is a new cooperative association of small value-added producers throughout BC. Their mandate is to help value-added food producers develop a business plan, find a location, purchase equipment, get certification, develop marketing materials, and start producing and selling high-quality local foods. Producers will be able to put the Local Flavours brand on their products, and distribute their goods through the network of other producers, reaching many more people than might otherwise be possible as a startup. What a great idea!
Powell River has countless opportunities for small-scale food processing, just waiting for people with the right entrepreneurial spirit. Imagine if all of the fruit and nuts that currently go to waste were gathered and processed into jams, jellies, ciders, vinegars, and other products, using a certified kitchen facility.
Another idea that seems to be gathering support is a food cooperative, which allows people to join together cooperatively in order to reduce the cost of food. Food co-ops require a high degree of work and commitment, but they connect people more closely to their food supply, and allow them to choose where their food dollars go. Thanks to the 50-mile diet, people in this region are very conscious of the value of locally-grown food. Maybe we need to start connecting farmers and city folk more closely, so that everyone benefits.
Interested in learning more about the value of co-ops? Then come out on Monday November 19 at 7:00 PM at Ecole Côte du Soleil to hear Adriane Carr of the Green Party and Leocadio Juracan Salome of the Guatemalan Campesino Committee of the Highlands speak on the subject “Taking Control of our Economies and Resources”.
Email fsp@prepsociety.org for more details.
James Howard Kunstler published an essay in February ‘07 suggesting ten ways to prepare for a post-oil society. We will have to do things differently, he said. We’ll have to stop focusing on how to run all our cars. We’ll have to produce food differently, inhabit the terrain differently, move things and people differently, entertain ourselves differently, and educate our kids differently.
Far from depressing me, Kunstler’s picture of the collapse of our familiar world cheered me up. Peak oil is, just maybe, a darned good thing--eventually. It will be difficult. But what if we viewed it as a positive evolution rather than a desperate attempt to hang on to our habits and structures? And these happy ideas arose, most of them feasible almost immediately.
1 Stop the noise! Stop the rush! Give yourself time for real life, basic life. Remember how silence nurtures; how nature heals.
2 Retire to a real community. Don’t put your precious money into an acreage, an “adult” community or a gated resort dependent on outsiders. Find a town you love and help it live. (Lucky we live Powell River!)
3 Walk, bike, or putter everywhere possible. Build time for the travel into your schedule, along with downtime to get to know your community.
4 Smile whenever you can. Read, pet other animals, play instruments and games, sing, and party with your neighbors. Smiling is healthy.
5 Find a spiritual practice that honors Gaia, mother of us all. Make it up if you can’t find one that fits. Do the practice, and teach your children well.
6 Grow and raise food. Have a veggie garden. Raise ducks or chickens. At least support your local organic farmers, those brave souls, regardless of cost.7 Plant at least as many trees per year as there are members of your household.
8 Buy only what you truly need, plus what you would forever regret not buying. Buy only products you can respect and trust while thinking about your great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren.
9 Eat meat with reverence. Think of every bite as a sacrament, every bite as someone’s sacrifice for you.
10 Make one room at home your energy room. Devise a plan to exercise while developing and storing energy there to make your home eventually independent of the grid while it keeps you healthy.
11 Vacation at home and online before taking that plane. Hold long-distance meetings electronically.
12 Quit watching commercial TV. Forever. Support community publications, radio, and even TV. Support publicly funded media.
13 Protect a free internet. Sign up for alternate news services and force yourself to watch—to witness--at least once weekly. Watching the independent news with open eyes and heart will exercise the soul and shape the mind.
14 Home-school the kids until they’re banging on the door to get out (age 10/11). Don’t let them see an electronic screen until age seven, and then keep it down to a couple of hours daily.
15 Think globally; act locally. Empower yourself by making everything you can. Honor the makers in your own community by buying their products and supporting their work.
16 Encourage schooling and working at, from, or near home.
17 Sleep only with true friends.
18 Send love to your seventh generation before sleep.
There. Can’t you just feel the warmth and peace of a well run household settle around you as you turn off the lights, draw the curtains on your friends and neighbors, and look forward to a peaceful sleep and another day’s good work? Almost makes you believe in humanity again. “’Night, John-boy.”
‘Night, Dad.
by Eva van Loon
In spite of the scare pet-owners had this year over pet foods polluted by melamine in gluten from China, our government has not seen fit to pass any laws against poisonous pet food, much less pass slaughtering regulations for meat animals destined to be fed to the fur persons in the family. The class- action lawsuit against Royal Canin, started in Ontario on behalf of all Canadians whose pets ate it (allegedly an overabundance of Vitamin D caused hypercalcemia), had to resort to negligence and constructive trust—not a statute in sight about pet-food standards.
Correct me if you can, but the only mention in the BC Statutes of pet food is in the Communicable Diseases Regulation under the Health Act, which says, in section 19, “No person shall offer for sale or sell as pet food meat containing micro-organisms capable of producing disease in humans.”
Okay. Makes sense, as far as it goes.
As for food, the Food Safety Act says food means food or drink for human consumption, a definition adopted by every other statute we’ve got concerning food.
It strikes me as a bit odd, since I now buy raw food—meat—for my pets and pay about the same per kilo as I would for my own rip-and-tear-pretending-I-am-a-great-hunter. Wouldn’t I want to know my pets were entitled by law to the same safety standards as I?
Legally, other animals seldom count. They are not persons in the eyes of the law, but chattels. You own them the way some people used to own other people. What you feed your chattels is your business.
I didn’t say this lack of law was a bad thing.
It strikes me that whenever I find a meat bargain or a source of truly good meat for people, I might as well buy it for my furry friend. I’ve started cooking nice, meaty, spicy stews for him. Which he loves. No wonder-- they’re as good as my own stews!
I’ve quit buying frozen raw pet food in Vancouver and ferrying it home. I’ll buy my pet food here, from local farmers. If it ends up in my pot as well as that of my furry friend, it’s nobody’s biz but my own.
At least something still is.
Powell River farmers, wake up to the potential of this new market!
by Corey Matsumoto
After three weeks of renovations, Local Loco’s is poised to reopen on Wednesday, November 21, at the completion of stage 3 of an ongoing “Work of art in progress”. The Loco team has worked hard to get a myriad of changes implemented in the shortest time frame possible.
The most notable change is the elimination of a wall separating the two rooms of the cafe, which makes a large seating bar possible and unifies the space into one larger room. “It’s really amazing, the difference it makes” says co-owner Skye Morrison, “It’s totally a whole new cafe”.
With this round of renovations, the Loco crew focused on finer details such as the creation of cedar trim work and the installation of ornate bar-table braces. The newly renovated space features a post-and-beam motif created with beautifully finished cedar lumber. Outside improvements include a cobblestone entrance and additional outdoor lighting.
The front counter service area has been completely revamped. A refrigerated display case allows patrons to preview some of the great desserts that Loco’s offers, and will offer healthy grab-and-go foods including wraps, salads, and baked goods. The art-consignment center now boasts a backlit display case with a larger capacity, easier to view.
Aside from the visual changes, patrons will notice improvements in food quality and delivery time as a result of major kitchen upgrades. The kitchen area has more than doubled with the annexation of former office and staff-lounge space. The new kitchen set-up includes a second gas stove, a commercial dishwasher, a commercial stainless steel double sink, and a massive prep area for sandwich making and other prep work. A brand new black-and-white-checker linoleum floor unifies the kitchen space.
Stage 4 of the renos, which entails the addition of a 5.5-foot-wide corridor along the entire north side of the building, culminating in the inevitable relocation of the that exterior wall, will commence ASAP. But fear not: the cafe is expected to operate during this final stage of the renos.
The Loco crew had been sitting on the building permit for nearly 6 months before money was acquired to start the renos. It’ll be a celebration on November 21 as Local Loco’s hosts the first Wednesday Night Open Stage in the new space. by Morag Grayheart
Pele (PAY-lay) is the Hawaiian Goddess of volcanoes. Passionate, fiery, and with a fierce temper, Pele is a continually visual deity in the Hawaiian pantheon. Both creator and destroyer, Pele is considered responsible for the creation of the Hawaiian islands. She is still active today, on Mt. Kilauea on the Big Island, and continues to demand sacrifice from the residents of Hawaii. When lava threatens a Hawaiian home, the owners would be better off giving Her gifts so that their residence may be spared.
Aside from demanding sacrifice, Pele wants Her lava to stay put. Tourists to Hawaii: take away lava rock only if you wish your life to collapse around your ears. Believe you me, it happened here – in this family. Only when we went back to Hawaii to appease Pele did our bad luck abate. She will wreck you if you mess with Her.
Pele is a loving if tough Goddess to Her faithful. Remember that destruction is a good thing–one cannot create new things without getting rid of the old first.
Myths about Pele abound and are varied. I will give you my favorite. Pele was born in Tahiti to Haumea, descended of Papa the Earth Mother and Wakea the Sky Father. (Yes, you read that right – Papa is female.) When Pele’s grandfather looked into the girl’s eyes, he saw fire there. Pele’s power frightened the men of the tribe and so She was sent away. Her mother gave Her an egg to keep her company, and when She arrived in Hawaii it hatched into Her sister Hi’iaka. Hi’iaka was Pele’s favorite sister, and along with Their other sister Laka, the three of Them were matron goddesses of dancing – specifically Hula.
When Pele fell in love with a young chief named Lohi’au on another island after She traveled there in spirit form, She sent Hi’iaka to go bring him to Her. The sisters made a vow: Hi’iaka would not encourage Lohi’au should he become attracted to Her, and Pele would keep Her lava flows from the grove of ohi’a trees where Hi’iaka and Her friend Hopoe danced.
However, Pele was not only impatient but easily inspired to jealousy. When forty days had passed since She had sent Hi’iaka, Pele decided She had been betrayed and let the lava burn the grove of ohi’a trees, killing Hopoe. As Hi’iaka came upon the island She saw the smouldering trees and, in fury, flung Herself into Lohi’au’s arms. Pele, enraged, sent Her lava to kill them, but only Lohi’au, being mortal, died.
Pele continues to be venerated today, but for a while it was quite in secret. The last straw for the Hawaiian religion was when first Queen Kapio’lani in 1819, and then some missionaries a few years later, defied Pele and remained unharmed – this was seen as “proof” that the Goddess had no power and the islands should convert to Christianity.
My opinion? Even Pele chooses Her battles – and that one was not worth it.
by Corey Matsumoto & Eva van Loon
Our last issue of 2007 is dedicated to trees –the lungs of the earth and symbols for strength, shelter, and longevity. How we depend on trees! We build our homes out of trees, burn trees for warmth, create musical instruments and works of art with trees, and write love letters and publish books on tree products. We even wipe our behinds with trees (how insulting!).
You may have noticed our new paper stock if you are reading a printed version of this issue (kudos to those who choose to download digital copies from our web site). We are experimenting with an FSC-certified paper (Forest Stewardship Council–www.fsc.org), which guarantees that the paper comes from properly managed forests. It is a small step towards reducing our impact on the planet.
Our first publication of the new year will be in February, to allow for a bit of time off to play catch up with our own lives. We are looking forward to an excellent 10-issue year in Powell River, 2008.
We invite you to think through your expectations for 2008, from Kathuamixw and sports events to the proliferation of arts and business and the elections slated for the fall. Thanks for supporting local Powell River artists and businesses, the lifeblood of our community.
We wish you all the best over those Holly Daze and into the Year of the Rat.
A.S. Wretham
In communities across British Columbia, people are forming committees, writing letters, and talking to one another about the state of our province. They know that our very way of life is under attack. If you live in a rural area, you need drive only a few kilometers to see problems. If you are in a city, just read the newspaper–flooding, mudslides, and water pollution.
Our forests are being destroyed, our wildlife killed or starved to death, our water dirtied and diverted.
If you, as a taxpayer, want to complain about your once pristine, clean water being put on a “boil water” advisory, you are asked to prove that the clear-cut-logging company has caused the problem. It seems the company is obeying, and possibly exceeding, all our laws.
Ah, there’s the problem! The laws are wrong.
It isn’t the company that clear-cuts the forest within a few meters of a fish-bearing stream that is the problem. After all, it was determined by our government how close to the river logging could take place. The politicians made an error. They thought the forest would be OK if creeks and rivers were given just a 15-meter buffer zone of no logging.
We all know that we now have water-purity problems, caused by poor logging practices in our watersheds. We all know that the mudslides happening along the Sea-to-Sky Highway and everywhere else around the province are caused by poor logging practices. We all know that the huge increase in bears and cougars coming into our towns-- and usually being destroyed–is caused by poor logging practices. This is just common sense.
Can we prove it? Probably not. At the very least, it will take us years to prove it, and massive amounts of money for experts. Meanwhile, all the trees will be gone, the damage done.
I am not anti logging. I am not anti mining. I am not against producing power that can be sold south of the border. But I want it done properly. I want absolutely the most benefit possible to come from our resources. That does not mean simply making rich men richer.
Our government, our politicians, should be responsible to us. Not to their parties, and not to rich men.
I will be calling on my provincial politician to make a motion in government. I want to see the buffer zone around all rivers and creeks in this province increased to 100 meters.
By increasing the buffer zone, we protect water quality. We protect oases for our wildlife, and corridors for animals to travel to new living areas when their own habitats have been clear-cut. We protect tourism, too, as the beauty of our waterways is what draws people to us.
And finally, we create a wonderful legacy for all of our children’s children–a waterway near where they live. A place they can walk and enjoy nature. Clean water for us and the wildlife.
Come on, all you rich men! Your children’s children will also benefit from these lands. Give it up. These forests and waters are ours, and you already have enough money.
Ask your provincial politician to support these water greenways.
by Brin Wilson
One of the first things that attracted me to BC was the tremendous range of trees as well as an abundant variety of them.
Personally, I love trees and there should be a law made by councils in towns and cities across the land to preserve trees on land, particularly crown land, but also some enactment to encourage people to grow trees wherever possible. The vast majority of the world is desert, whether cold or hot. There is a tremendous shortage of water worldwide and the loss of trees is a major reason for increasing deserts and aridity of land.
Coastal lands of the world are close to sources of water and the possibility is there for salt water to be converted to fresh by desalination. The rest of the problems can be taken care of through conservation and encouraging the growth of trees.
In parts of the prairies, wherever people have planted a windbreak, growth has been encouraged of both trees and bushes, thus increasing the water content in the soil.
Extreme conservation by large cities must be carried out as an increase of tree growth will indirectly neutralise industrial pollutants and reverse their effects.
It is up to us—we made the problem and we must also solve it.
Lyla Smith
There is an exploited producer at the bottom of every cup of conventional coffee. That’s the message of the Guatemalan Campesino Committee of the Highlands (CCDA).
On Nov. 19 about 120 people were treated to a moving film at the Ecole Cote du Soleil, about Guatemalan Mayan peasants working co-operatively toward agrarian independance.
After the film, committee president Leocadio Juracan Salome (pictured) explained the clear necessity for farm workers to work collectively to empower them all. The subtitle of the program, ‘For Food Security, Land Reform is Needed’ speaks directly to Guatemalan farm workers. In that country 2% of the population owns 75% of the arable land. Working on large farms, often trekking hours to and from the fields, wages typically are not high enough to cover the cost of living. For members of CCDA things are entirely different.
Ratio of land ownership in Guatemala may seem very extreme and third world. But recent BC data shows the wealthiest 10% own 54.6% of this province’s wealth. Or, seen from another angle, BC’s top 50% control 95.7% of wealth, leaving just 4.3% for the rest of us. The other half. Globally the richest 2% own half of the world’s wealth. Rather than shrinking, these gaps are growing in the developed world.
While many Canadians are clearly better off than average Guatemalans, our farmers also face huge negative legislative impacts that threaten small farms and local production.
Maybe we can all learn from each other and work together.
CCDA produces Cafe Justicia (available at l’Ecole and the Flying Yellow Bread Bowl). It’s organic, fair trade, and certifiably delicious. According to their website - ccda.galeon.com - ‘fair trade is not charity. It’s a form of north/south co-operation working together to promote a better future’.
Mr. Salome is touring Canada to continue to promote our better future. We can work collectively, locally and internationally. Go to the web site and see for yourself what fair and just trade can do to build and empower a community.
Then maybe think about how to morph their techniques to solve local land use issues.
Esther Dyck - Field Technician DFO
It is time for the logging company Island Timberlands to give back to our community.
The once beautiful Horseshoe River area has been devastated by Island Timberland’s lust for the almighty dollar.
This paradise was honoured and enjoyed by local Powell River Citizens. Horseshoe River was where I have personally taken my guests from Germany who were total awe of the beauty there, as I was.
Eagle River is known for its breathtaking raw beauty as a healthy destination for our young people here in Powell River, as well as tourists. This unique river is home to wild salmon, rainbow trout, cutthroat and more.
Water temperature increases when trees and native plants alongside rivers, streams and creeks are destroyed or removed, which means fish species then cannot survive. Natural habitat when removed or disturbed leaves that river, creek or stream open to flash floods. These flash floods rip up salmon redds and brings destructive silt which suffocates all fish species as well as their food source.
After the majority of trees are ripped down alongside rivers, creeks and streams, the logging companies give themselves credit for leaving a so called buffer zone. The stronger winds we now experience leave the remaining trees (the buffer zone) vulnerable and unprotected. The buffer zone is only a false front and is morally wrong.
Myrtle Creek is the only full “indicator creek” on this side of the coast that is monitoring the ocean- and fresh-water survival of the wild diverse run of Coho salmon.
There is really something wrong with us to allow our resources to be destroyed and then shipped in raw form out of our community for the almighty dollar.
by Ken Thompson
Everyone loves a good deal, yet few consider that many low-priced consumables are mass-produced through exploitation of children in developing countries. Child labour both causes and perpetuates poverty. It is directly supported by multinational corporations actively seeking markets where wages are low, unions are outlawed, and desperate people will work for almost any price.
In North America, out of sight equates to out of mind, but ignorance is not bliss…at least not for the millions of victimized children slaving to supply our insatiable appetite for cheap products. Sweatshops are located in India, Indonesia, Honduras, Nicaragua, Africa, and China--to name just a few.
According to the United Nations International Labour Organization, over 200 million child laborers around the world fall between the ages of 10 and 14.
Twenty-five per cent of Africa’s children are burdened with long work hours for extremely low wages. It is estimated that 15,000 children are trafficked–sold, or lured by promises of good wages and easy work on one of 600,000 cocoa farms in Côte d’Ivoire, West Africa. Once there, resistance is futile. Escape attempts are met with swift punishment–torture.
Seven per cent of all children in Latin America between 5 and 14 are child laborers. At least 26% of an estimated 18 million children are forced to toil at harvesting coffee beans, working with toxic, explosive chemicals and pesticides, or operating dangerous machinery. Hidden away in unsafe workshops, small children produce fireworks and other explosives; some die; others are injured.
Behind barbed wire and locked metal gates, 18% of all children in Asia labor to produce merchandise. In Kanchipuram, Southern India 1 in 5 children are working factory looms 12 hours a day 7 days a week, with 1 day off per month. Modern-day slaves in the 21st Century; their recompense is a mere 30 US cents per day.
In the provinces of Fujian, Guangdong, Zhejiang, Sichuan, and Hubei, China, it is conservatively estimated that five million children, well under the age of 16, work 12-14-hour days, producing garments, toys, electronic games and miscellaneous goods.
Child laborers routinely work under horrific conditions: non-payment of promised wages, forced overtime, arbitrary fines, sexual harassment, verbal and physical abuse are the norm. Unethical multinational corporations in collusion with corrupt factory owners perpetually exploit exhausted, blurry-eyed children who pay the high cost for our low-priced merchandise.
Supposed savings reach the end consumer; yet. is the suffering of innocent children really worth shoddy merchandise at false savings?
Please, support local businesses that are honest, ethical, and deal in fair trade.
by Eva van Loon
In spite of starting my life in the treeless Netherlands, I was born for forest. When my war-shattered parents moved us to Canada, I flew out the door every day—to feed the milk-wagon horse, roll in the cut grass, build “forts” on the riverbank, go stick-and-string fishing in the tree-lined river, eat myself sick on chokecherries, design leafy temples, and dream of wildlife which, of course, wanted more than anything to be my friend.
In school I yearned over large green patches on the map, parks and forests and untraveled country, the further north, the better. I drew fantastic Christmas-treed landscapes of an imagined Alaska, and sneakily read and re-read The Furry Forest Bears inside my boring math text. Every spare minute was spent in my secret, sacred grove of conifers in a nearby ravine, meticulously picked clean of rubbish by me, who hated taking out the garbage.
The once little Dutch girl was melding with the First Nations reverence for trees, so well articulated in The Golden Spruce (John Vaillant ), which won a Governor General’s award for the story of the magnificent and unusual golden-needled conifer slain 500 years before its time by a twisted eco-activist. The Haida grieved long and hard over that tree, as I did over my special glade, long ago sacrificed to city “needs”.
The ache for trees never left me. Ten years ago, as a writer selected by the BC Fine Arts Festival, I stumbled on Powell River, and fell in love all over again, not just with the friendly community and the charming real estate, but with trees, trees, and more trees. Large swaths of trees defining the space between the villages that make up our city. Trees marching down boulevards and proliferating in back yards. Trees outlining the shapes of the mountains and hills that cradle us and the curves of the islands that tempt us to cross the water. Trees clustering protectively around our lovely lakes and anchoring the precious streambeds that not only take the treasure of our water down to the sea but let the bounty of salmon runs come back into our lives. When the wind blows, everywhere there’s the unique harmony of coniferous song—an intoxicating symphony. This is a place, I thought, with enough trees to spell happiness.
When someone erroneously told me the ALC had allowed the PRSC’s application to exclude 865 acres from the ALR, I cried. I half decided to move away, but where? What could possibly come after Powell River? Thank heaven the information was wrong; my beloved forest home was spared. Nothing could be worse than to lose the forests of Powell River.
It turns out I am one of millions of humans who are nothing without trees.
The tree has long been associated with wisdom, even immortality. Hindu scriptures speak of a celestial tree having roots in heaven and branches in the underworld—a reversal of reality that symbolises unity of all beings. The Norse thought of the three worlds of existence as levels of a great ash tree, Yggdrasil, and in their writing system, each rune which Odin retrieved from the underworld is named for a kind of tree.
The tree is the basic symbolic structure that charts, in a picture universally recognised as the Refuge Tree, the tantric Buddhist lineage. The bodhi tree, with its heart-shaped leaves, is a ubiquitous symbol in Buddhist circles, as Buddha attained enlightenment while sitting under that tree.
All the Abrahamic religions—Judaism, Islam, and Christianity—venerate trees. Christianity builds an entire structure of belief around trees: Eden’s Tree of Life, Eden’s Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and the tree on which Jesus was hung to die, which was to eradicate the “curse” of the Tree of Knowledge and reinstate the hegemony of the Tree of Life. Wow! Small wonder the Christians embraced the European pagan Solstice tradition of celebrating ‘round a tree!
Solstice means, literally, that the sun stands still. In reality, it’s the day when our peculiar planet stops wobbling in one direction in favor of wobbling in the other, creating the seasons on which life here depends. It’s the day when the sun appears to be reversing its trend—in our hemisphere—to poke its head above the horizon less and less. It’s the day of promise that the sun will return, and with it, the blessings of summer and the renewed growth of trees and all the living things dependent on them, including us.. Something to celebrate, indeed!
by Tracy Tunstall
The Powell River Youth Advisory Council is back in action in our community, looking for new youth and supportive adults to move our initiatives forward!
The Powell River YAC is not your typical youth group. Founded in 2001 and maintained year after year through the hard work and dedication of Powell River resident Hugh Prichard, YAC was formed with purpose of supporting young people in our community to have their voices heard. Since then, YAC has played a vital role in engaging youth in our community.
After a short break while funding sources were sought and secured (always a challenge, especially for youth), YAC has re-emerged as a healthy (and fun!) option for interested young people in our community. Through a partnership between School District #47, Vancouver Coastal Health, the City of Powell River, and Powell River Child, Youth and Family Services Society, YAC gives interested young people an opportunity to make a difference in their community. YAC members work together with other supportive adults in our community to create action plans that address issues that they see affecting our young people. YAC engages youth to get involved in their community and feel they are contributing in a positive way. The overriding goal is to engage other community youth in healthy, fun activities, and help to make Powell River a more youth-friendly community.
The Powell River YAC is open to all youth 13-19 (interested young people over 19 are encouraged to get involved as volunteers). It’s free to join, and we try to support youth who need transportation to get to our meetings and events. We meet every Thursday afternoon from 3:30pm to 5:00pm at the Community Resource Centre at 4752 Joyce Ave. We supply snacks at the meeting, plan future activities, educate one another on what is happening in our community, have guests and open discussions, and have fun getting to know one another!
So support the YAC by attending our events and getting involved!
• YAC Winter Wonderland FREE Teen Skate Food and Toy Driver will take place December 20 from 8:30 to 10:00pm at the Recreation Complex – come out and play!
• Powell River Idol takes place Feb 16, 2008 and tickets can be purchased at the Recreation Complex!
• Youth Forum 2008 is in the works, dates TBA!
Come out for YAC!
For more information or to get involved, contact Tracy at (604) 485-3090!
Shona Watts
Cranberry Market is starting up again in January on Saturday the 12th from 12pm to 2pm at the Unitarian Hall on Cranberry Street.
Come check out this weekly happening. Support your local producers. Hang out for a friendly while, sitting, sipping organic coffee, tea or Moe’s lemonade while eating a few bites and perhaps indulging in a massage.
What’s at the market? you ask.
Velma the soap Lady, Boule Sour Dough bread with goodies (all made with organic ingredients), Cathy’s gluten-free breads and goodies, Bill the Honey Guy, Periwinkle Granary with its famous British loaf, Moe with her Hemp Bars and more, Akane with fabulous Japanese breads. Kevin has unique vinegars and veggie starts in the spring, Katrina has preserves and handspun wool. There’s even some Thai massage by Davis.
Always interesting, so come out and join us.
Eating and buying local is where it’s at! Why not make marketing a social occasion?
by Corey Matsumoto
Just over a year ago, Mondays in Powell River were slow and uneventful. Then one cold, rainy day Ray Cushing (local musician and recent transplant from Vancouver) asked Local Loco’s co-owner Craig Nokes about starting up a Blues Night on Mondays at the cafe. “We’ll call it Blue Monday and the place will be packed”. The idea was good indeed, except for one small detail: Powell River didn’t have a blues band.
Not unaccustomed to overcoming obstacles in his life, Ray phoned up bass player Brian Liddle (Anything Grows) who was eager for a new project. He then approached me to become the drummer for the band, and although the blues was never my style of playing, I agreed to try it out.
Luckily for us, the first few Mondays were slow, and we sucked–hard. However, week after week more people started showing up even though Blues Night was more like a live band practice than a polished gig. Two months later Blue Monday was taking off –and we could play a proper ending on at least 2 or 3 songs.
Other players of the likes of Dan Erickson, Dan Minard, Saxman Ron Keller, Da Collector, Roland van Nus, and Ron Campbell lent their talents to Blue Monday, creating a dynamic, ever-changing sound each night.
Now, a year after beginning Blue Monday, the band has started playing other gigs outside Local Loco’s, under the new moniker “The Avatar Blues Band”, including many original tunes written by Brian and Ray. The band is trading in its weekly residency as Local Loco’s Monday-night blues band in favour of a monthly gig on the last Friday of every month. Blues Night will live on every Monday in the form of a Blues Jam (sign-up at 7 pm), but without the house band that started it all.
The Avatar Blues Band is now Powell River’s newest band-for-hire, so if you’ve got an event that requires some danceable, rockin’ blues, contact Brian Liddle at 414-0676. Full Disclosure was a radio show hosted by Luke Brocki and Amanda Bell broadcasting cutting edge music every Thursday night. on CJMP 90.1 FM. Although the hosts have recently moved out of Powell River, Full Disclosure lives on in the form of CD reviews in this ongoing column written in turn by Luke and Amanda.
Radiohead:
"In Rainbows”
(October 2007)Radiohead released its seventh studio album on October 10, putting an end to the longest gap between records in its career. Yes, it’s brilliant in style and substance. The band’s contract with EMI had expired. Rather than renew it, the band decided to go it alone and released the album online as a digital download. Each fan set her own price.
And not to worry, my dear luddites. The aum is getting CD and vinyl treatment in the New Year. This is Radiohead at its best: sexy, haunting, electronic, guitar-heavy. And for once, user-friendly. Music lovers! Radiohead has landed! And it’s a glorious homecoming.
Serve: well chilled or on the rocks
Saul Williams:
“The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust!"
(November 2007)I still can’t get over Radiohead’s brilliant manoeuvre to eschew the middleman. In that same vein, guess who else is an unrestricted free agent? Trent Reznor, that’s who. Reznor’s final battle with Universal ended after he urged fans at a European stop to download his music illegally, labels be damned. And while you muse on the future direction of Nine Inch Nails, be sure to check out the latest from virtuoso beat poet Saul Williams, who follows the same pay-what-you-want design. . . Reznor was mentor and producer on this effort, crafting mammoth industrial backdrops for this political mastermashup of punk and rap.
Serve with: earplugs, conspiracy theories
Dom & Roland
“Chronology”
(September 2004)Today’s electronic dance music is more diverse than the streets of Toronto, with some subgenres still relatively underground. Drum and bass is a perfect example. Also known as jungle, it pounds with an unmistakable double sonic assault: relentless hyper-tempo broken beats tangled in heavy, elaborate bass lines. On Chronology, Dom & Roland—UK-based producer Dominic Angas and his trusty Roland sampler—deliver some of the darkest and most twisted beats in the jungle canon. Initial exposure will make you clench your teeth and furrow your brow… by the third spin you’ll be on the dance floor, grooving to the corrosion.
Serve with: rave nostalgia, bottled water.Serve with: The Replacements, Bruce Springsteen
by Luke Broki
by Meghan Hildebrand
Some of us this Christmas season find ourselves second-guessing the traditions we have inherited. What hands made the products we buy for our children? Why should our holiday end in so much garbage for the landfill? How can we, in good conscience, feast while so many starve? And why do we gather under the premise of a religious story to do so?
These are sound questions any time of year, although Christmas has typically been the season to blow off your worries and indulge. This year something feels a little different. Attitudes are more cynical, and people are looking for ways to downplay the holiday, or at least reduce the impact of their celebration on others.
I have but one modest idea to contribute to the mix. Frankly, I like Christmas, I like presents and lights and a tree in the house and being with friends and family. I do not want to grinch anyone’s cozy holiday; I’d rather contribute to a new paradigm of ‘holiday giving’.
I was not about to cut down a Christmas tree or buy a fake. Happily, we found an old Christmas tree discarded in our backyard, which we dried off, propped in a bucket and brought inside. We decorated it with ribbons, dried orange slices and cinnamon sticks. A friend in insurance warned us about dry trees and lights, so I’m not suggesting using your old hot bulbs. Our tree was bushy and full, even without its needles, which we didn’t have to sweep up. It let more light through the window where it stood. We have friends who followed suit: they actually trimmed a side of the dead tree off and secured it right to their wall. Out of the way of both the view and their kid, and still they had all the joy of decorating.
We have had the same dead tree for four years now, and in the summer we light it in the garden.
Besides saving our tree, our other new traditions include avoiding plastics for gifts and avoiding packaging, buying local crafts, avoiding travel, and spending less money.
Happy holidays, everybody!
by Eva van Loon
If my daughter remembers anything her mother ever said, it will probably be this oft recited couplet: “Fashion is bunk and make up is junk.”
Notwithstanding that pronouncement, for the past decade I quite enjoyed watching her experiment with make up both on and offstage. Not only that, I subsidised, to a painful extent, her quirky forays into the world of fashion.
On the latter front, she was unnaturally kind. She appeared to adopt parental scorn of that amazingly passive post-modern phenomenon I so loathe, the human billboard on two legs—the only clothes she wore with slogans on them were political Ts, like the “Shrubs Prohibited” and “I am a Terrorist” T-shirts which won her a scholarship from the American Civil Liberties Union. Attagirl!
She invented an amazing variety of holes in otherwise serviceable clothing, adopting a goth-punk-screw-you style of dress rebellion that harked back to my hippy youth, when we wore what we pleased (but paid a price) as long as our hair was long.
From time to time she even wore un-holey but handmade items from Latin America, India, and Thailand, honoring places on this earth where people still make clothes by hand.
It all drove me crazy while simultaneously delighting me. The kid had force and vision—why complain?
I remember a poignant but chilling moment in our joint history, when we returned to Canada after a month in Dominican Republic, which had been celebrating the quincentary of Columbus’ landfall in 1992. My daughter, then six, and her parents came home garbed in bright, cheerful clothing and carried along an incredible number of original bright, cheerful paintings into the Toronto airport.
It was like disembarking into the set of a zombie film. We stood open-mouthed at the sight of our fellow Canadians, uniformly wrapped in gray, black, or—for the rebellious among them--dark brown. OK, so it’s cold in Torauma in January…but what’s with this head-down, avoid-touch-and-contact-at-all-costs routine? Is this some kind of countrywide fashion statement?
Look around, right here in apolitical, peaceable Powell River—what with all the black and grey and brown? Canadians have more choice in clothing than virtually any people in the world and yet we are more drab than sparrows! Hasn’t anybody heard of that old book, When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple? After all, this really is a Country for Old Men (and Women)! Where’s red for passion? Cobalt blue for the spiritual path? Orange for sassiness? Forest green to match our beloved trees? Come on--show your true colors!
As for the young, what’s your excuse for this drab, ugly body décor? Leave the grey and black cynicism to the old folks—show us your hearts and smarts, your energy, your courage to be you!
Show your courage. Show us colors to survive the hard days ahead.
Who knows? You might find a feisty old broad in purple working right beside you.
by Tamara Mctee—Chartered Herbalist
The festive season brings the familiar, comforting scent of cloves and cinnamon from spicy apple cider or Mom’s holiday baking.
Cinnamon essential oil has a powerful effect on micro-organisms. When treating bronchial infections with essential oils in an infuser, cinnamon, cloves, and lavender oil together stimulate the immune system.
Try dropping some cinnamon or clove oil onto your vacuum cleaner’s bag before vacuuming. (Caution: never apply essential oils directly to skin; only lavender oil is safe to use in this way.)
Cloves’ Latin name, Eugenia caryophyllata, barely hints at what this aromatic herb can do. A stimulant, antispasmodic, antioxidant and antiseptic, this spice draws its intense flavor and reputation for fast relief from teeth and gum pain from the chemical eugenol. A few drops of clove oil in water can relieve nausea or constipation, stop vomiting, and curb flatulence and bloating.
The evergreen clove grew only on five small Indonesian islands, the Moluccas, before its introduction to east Africa, the West Indies, and China. The buds of the clove flower are picked before they open; then dried. The clove resembles a short nail (clavus in Latin). Whole cloves can be used in stewed fruit, hot spiced drinks, and marinades. In baking, ground cloves can be added to breads, cookies, spice cakes, curries, and meat dishes. For extra holiday fun, keep in mind that cloves are an aphrodisiac!
Cinnamonium zeylanicum and cinnamonium cassia, varieties of cinnamon, come from the inner bark of an evergreen, peeled, cut, rolled and dried. Whole sticks are of superior quality to the powder. Sticks can be grated, or ground in an electric blender: do not use a coffee grinder. (I broke mine trying that!)
When infusing whole sticks, simmer in a covered pan for 10 to 20 minutes. Mixing cinnamon with other herbs and sweet stevia helps to make the taste of bitter herbs, such as Oregon grape root, more palatable to children, as my own are living proof.
Cinnamon, like cloves, is safe to use during pregnancy. To help with vomiting during pregnancy, simmer an ounce of spearmint for ten minutes; then pour in 1 tsp. powdered cinnamon and one of cloves. Leave it covered until cold; then strain, and take two tablespoons every half hour.
Mixed with oatstraw and shepherd’s purse, cinnamon makes an excellent post-partum brew for the day and night after birthing.
New studies show that cinnamon can augment the action of insulin, and that consuming as little as 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon daily may reduce blood sugar, cholesterol, and triglyceride levels by as much as 20% in Type II diabetes patients not taking insulin. Chinese herbalists advise clients in their 70s and 80s with a phlegmatic cough to chew and swallow a pinch of powdered cinnamon, to help warm nocturnally cold feet and hands and ease appetite loss or indigestion. Cinnamon relieves nausea, vomiting, and infantile diarrhea. Its essential oil is a potent antibacterial, anti-fungal, and uterine stimulant.
Festive herbs can be used to make unique a seasonal gift for friends. Make a potpourri with crushed by leaves, lemon balm, broken cinnamon sticks, and orange peels, cloves, ground nutmeg. Put it all into a fancy box and…make merry! by Eva van Loon -Cognition Therapist
First, the bad news (which you parents probably already sense is the truth about our kids today), fingering the failure of our educational system to cope with today’s reality and give our kids the cognitive survival tools they’ll need. Are you ready?
(Keep in mind these stats are American; things are not so bad in Canada and definitely not so bad in Powell River.)
• Children today spend less time playing outdoors than any previous generation. Mothers cite safety concerns as a primary reason.
• Today’s children have more restricted ranges of free play, have fewer and
less diverse playmates, and are more home-centered than any previous generation.
• Children’s free play and discretionary time declined more than 9 hours less a week over the last 25 years.
• Children under 6 spend an average of 1.5 hours a day with electronic media. Youth between 8 and 18 spend 6.5 hours a day with electronics—over 45 hours a week!
• Obesity in children has increased from about 4 per cent in the 1960s to almost 20 per cent in 2004.
• 62 per cent of children do not participate in any organized physical activity; 23 per cent do not participate in any free-time physical activity.
• The per cent of children who walk or bike to a school less than a mile away has declined 25 per cent in 30 years. Barely 21 per cent live within one mile of their school.
• While 71 per cent of adults report having walked or ridden to school, only 22 per cent of children do so today.
Now put together this picture with what you already know of the soaring incidence of learning disabilities, deficits and behaviour problems. Gee…could there be a connection?
A recent study showed that on a flat, paved playground, the biggest children tend to become the leaders, while on playgrounds consisting of more treed surfaces and natural features, the most intelligent children come out as leaders. Not surprisingly, there was also a great deal more bullying on the flat, paved playgrounds.
New studies suggest that forests and nature can enhance cognition and perhaps even repair emotional trauma. When we remember that our every emotion and thought can be viewed as a chemical event in the body, we suddenly begin to cherish those activities and surroundings that produce serotonin and acetylcholine (which enhance peacefulness, joyfulness, and cognition) rather than cortisol and adrenaline (when learning is less effective or permanent).
Someday soon, some researcher will find that spending time in a forest, in nature, and in safe, loving environments is good for your brain—and your grades.
Fittingly, when learning is really going on, the forests in our brains are growing new trees, or dendrites (from Greek word dendron meaning tree). The more of these tiny branching structures you have, the smarter you are. As you age, fewer dendrons sprout, but to some extent you can increase their growth by taking up the habit of learning. Life-long learners propagate their interior forests right to the end of life—and are the happier for it.
What’s the downside? Get your body outside into that forest or garden and grow yourself some more brainpower.
by Corey Matsumoto
We all endure stress in our busy lives regardless of our age, sex and lifestyle, and the oxymoron known as “The Holiday Season” has a knack for wearing us down to the point of exhaustion. Family get-togethers (sometimes involving long-distance travelling), year-end work loads at the office, line-ups for gift buying, planning Christmas dinner, Santa Claus parades cancelled due to snow (what?), and even just enduring bone-chilling cold weather day after day can take a heavy toll on all of us.
Often we are too busy to recognize that we are, in fact, in rough shape physically, mentally, and even spiritually. It’s important to take time out to assess ourselves, because if we run ourselves in a constant state of stress we are sure to pay the price in health expenses in the future, not to mention the complications stress inflicts on our personal relationships.
The question we should ask ourselves, then, is not whether or not to spa, but where to go and what will a spa do for us? There are 4 main types of spas: 1) day spas 2) medical spas 3) destination spas, and 4) retreats.
Day spas are often hair salons which have expanded services to allow clients to indulge in facials, manicures, massage, and body treatments. Some day spas are dedicated centres for massage therapy and rejuvenation.
Medical spas run under the supervision of a licensed healthcare professional, and can offer collagen enhancement, Botox, medical peels, microdermabrasion, as well as traditional day-spa services.
Destination spas are typically akin to a vacation where you spend several days immersed in a regimented program designed to re-train personal habits and improve nutrition. They often include excursions such as horseback riding or golf.
Retreat spas most often include a spiritual (not religious) component and are usually boutique accommodations set in a relaxing country environment, or in a specifically created urban sanctuary, and often include walking meditations, labyrinths, seated meditations, chanting and sound meditation.
Take a moment to think about the state of your body, mind, and soul. It could be time for you to allow yourself to indulge in relaxation and rejuvenation for the health and happiness of yourself and those around you.
Before you reach for that ferry schedule, make sure you investigate the spas that Powell River has to offer. Besides, who needs the expense and stress of extra travelling anyway?
by Wolffy
Does the thought of preparing holiday dinner—or worse, washing holiday dishes, de-boning the turkey and scrubbing the stove—make you cringe? Are you home alone for the holidays? Do you deserve a holiday from slaving over a hot stove on the big day?
Fear not: there’s a warm, cozy, tasty, local solution to your dilemma at a reasonable price at Town Centre Hotel, virtually the only restaurant open on Christmas Day. And Boxing Day. And New Year’s Eve and Day. Better grab that phone and reserve, though—General Manager Shelley Halliday says that the groaning buffet board on Christmas Day has proven very popular in the four years the hotel has been owned and operated by BC company Northwest Hotels. Adults, $20.95; seniors and children less.
Having tried the generous Sunday brunch buffet several times, I thought I’d better try steak dinner to round out the picture of Town Centre’s offerings. I was not disappointed: the New York was cooked perfectly, with a rousing sauce. The borscht was tasty, served with a fluffy foccaccia and room-temperature butter, and the mashed potatoes creamy. Best on the plate were the five delicious winter vegetables cuddled colorfully ’round the steak, not one of them overcooked.
Dessert, a chocolate marnier mousse, proved so outrageously large that the last of it had to be ferried out via doggy bag to a delighted fur person waiting in the car. Coffee was, well, coffee, courteously served with the requested cinnamon stick to lower all that cholesterol I had no doubt just loaded into my system. With a pleasant glass of chardonnay, I got away with about $36 before tip.
Scottish-born but long-time PRite Kevin McMillan enjoys his work as head chef, although he’d love greater access to local foods, particularly vegetables and greens. The team he’s put together includes brother Scott, a painter (see www.central-nervous-system.ca) graduated from the Emily Carr School in Vancouver, whose stunning original landscapes grace the hotel’s reception area as well as the restaurant. (Bring your chequebook.)
PR’s a lucky town to boast hostelries owned and operated by Canadians—British Columbians, Powell Riverites, even—instead of foreign hotel chains. Town Centre’s competent and courteous restaurant deserves your patronage whenever you hunger for the classics in comfort food.
Location: 4660 Joyce Avenue
Phone: 604 485-3000
Web: www.prtowncentrehotel.com
by Kevin Egan
Just what do you do?
You’ve got a new job with fantastic pay and benefits, but you have to pack around large equipment, hundreds of kilograms of hardware and tools, and shelving or racks to organize it all. Need a work truck or a van?
You’ve always ridden a bike to commute, recreate, camp, even to tow the kids. Maybe you weren’t even thinking of the environmental benefits much because (1) it’s just about how good it feels to be moving and riding, and (2), it needs minimal expenditure of your hard-earned pay. Now you suddenly went from never thinking of owning such a thing as a gas card to spending many thousands a year on dino-fuel.
OK, you’ll still ride as much as you can. You’ll leave the big van at the office and bike to the office–but oops! All that hardware cost too much to be left alone. You’re a techie with a love of things mechanical–how you can make this better? Build an electric van or truck?
Hey–what about a hybrid, or a good old diesel? Diesel motors are more economical than gas motors, but diesels are not particularly common in North America, unlike the rest of the world.
So, a diesel vehicle running on recycled fuel is an affordable way to power your vehicle–perfect. You’ve decided and don’t mind getting your hands dirty–oh, I mean greasy!
Thanks to media, most people know about vegetable-oil fuels and that the diesel engine was originally intended to work with plant oils, not petroleum. Pouring cleaned waste vegetable oil (WVO), new vegetable oil and biodiesel helps your diesel ride run a lot smoother with better emissions than gas. You might want to take it a step further by building a bio-diesel reactor or converting your ride to run strictly on WVO.
Here’s a simplified description: Biodiesel is trans-esterified plant and animal oils. Just chemically alter a batch of new or used vegetable oil, properly washed to fill up your unmodified diesel ride. With proper processing and equipment, biodiesel can suit a community coop that has good access to WVO (hotels, for example).
Using waste oil avoids taking a food product just to power vehicles, arguments over the evils of carbon output versus smog of various biodiesel products, and difficulties of processing leftovers like dirty glycerol and nasty chemicals like alcohol and lye. For bio-fuels, please stick to waste products only; let’s just recycle what’s available to us. We’ll start building some really sweet electric cars soon enough (please, I’m dying to!)–biofuel is a temporary solution.
WVO can power a diesel vehicle with hardware, installed to heat the WVO, and components, to switch from WVO to diesel. Perhaps it’s easier for a single household to clean up collected restaurant waste and use that to power the ride. Wouldn’t you want use an economical French-fry-smelling ride to get your stuff from A to B? It’s almost that simple: add a couple of hundred dollars’ worth of parts, mixed with discarded canola oil.
Anybody want help?
Editor’s notes: Use Google to find a conversion kit available to fit old diesel Volvos, VWs, Beamers and the like, which allows the driver simply to pour in the WVO and carry on. The kit mixes the WVO with the diesel. You do not need a kit to use the pre-mixed biodiesel that is so wildly popular in Hawaii, USA, and wherever biodiesel is advertised, however. In the American Northwest kits are more popular and clubs of biodiesel users sharing their expertise and experiences have sprouted. California’s emissions rules, alas, are not diesel-friendly and you can’t find a diesel New Beetle there to save your life.As the author hints, diesel engines’ flexibility offers today’s driver greater hope of staying on the road in an economical and more ecologically friendly way until the re-birth of the electric car.
by Terry Ludwar
This season can be a time for reflection. For me, thoughts of the incredible place where we live, Powell River, the Pearl of the Sunshine Coast, surrounded by nature, is high on my list. Thoughts of our place in the biosphere of the earth and what’s happening to it move me to write about it as I experience it.
A place whose natural features I have come to know intimately, especially our ecosystems and plant life, is the Wildwood Bluffs, adjacent and north of Catalyst paper mill. There is a bench, perched on one of the bluffs, where I have sat many times, facing Harwood Island and the Georgia Strait; to the left, Texada; across the water, Vancouver Island and its mountains; and to the distant right, Savary Island. Not only is the setting spectacular, these bluffs have become a source of fascination, a place to hike, be in nature, record the complex of living things, and reveal it to others.
If you have never hiked or spent time on the Bluffs, they can best be seen from our ferries: leaving or returning to Powell River from Texada or Vancouver Island. Facing the mill owned by Catalyst, to its left: rocky bluffs descend to the shoreline and continue toward Sliammon, but only as far as Schoenfeld Creek, well before Gibson’s Beach. Not only are the Bluffs part of Powell River’s landscape, they are an ecosystem, as I understand it, of some importance.
After five years of researching the plants of the area, including the last two years with photographer Rod Innes, I have now entered an inventory of these plants in the Powell River Museum, while Rod has submitted close to 300 photos to the UBC website e-flora BC, receiving positive responses from botanists there. With three public slide shows (with commentary) in the last year or so, I have tried to call attention to the rich biodiversity of the Wildwood Bluffs. I am convinced this part of our local biosphere is well worthy of conservation.
Mature Douglas firs and arbutus nestle between and around the Bluffs. This relatively small zone is a habitat for at least eight species of terrestrial orchids including some localized large colonies of two infrequent species of rein orchids: the tall rein orchid and the royal rein orchid. Two infrequent fern species have formed significant colonies on the bluffs (a mere 65 million years of evolution!). They don’t occur at higher elevations–only in a very narrow range along the Georgia Strait. The beautiful goldenback fern and the hardy Indian’s Dream fern call this place home.
Indeed, there are even more rare plants. I could go on in detail but you get the picture.
Moving about in nature has given me many things including understanding, reverence, and deep feelings about the place where we live. This gem, this pearl, our landscape and seascape, I call Home in a large sense. A grand view of earth, forest, ocean, and sky. A sense of time and history, the layers beginning with the awareness that these bluffs are traditional Sliammon lands called T’ees Kwat. That the plant life here (and everything else) took millions of years to become what we behold in the present.
That it can be taken away and used for other purposes in a very short time.
Our “kinship” with one another as well as all other life forms is food for thought in these times. I have found some strong metaphors in B.C. ethnobotanist Nancy J. Turner’s book Earth’s Blanket, of what she calls “a representation of a cultural belief, a sanction against destroying culturally and ecologically important species and habitats.” (She gave a lecture at Malaspina University-College here last January.) It runs like this: “Flowers are the valuables of the earth or mountains and if they are plucked ruthlessly the earth sorrows or cries.” And then, “Flowers, plants and grass, especially the latter, are the covering or blanket of the earth. If too much plucked or ruthlessly destroyed [the] earth [is] sorry and weeps. It rains or is angry and makes rain, fog & bad weather.”
These quotes were recorded by ethnographer James Teit amomg the Nlaka’pumx or Thompson First Nation in the 1890s.
Finally, in the foreword to Anthony Huxley’s book Green Inheritance: saving the plants of the world, is an appeal: “The aim of the book is to show, before it is too late, just how rewarding our green inheritance is to mankind–to demonstrate the wonder and worth of plants, and their great potential, to explain why they cannot take any more punishment, and to point out how those that remain can be saved. It underlines the need to save these plants because each plant that becomes extinct represents a loss to ourselves. Plants have fed the world and cured its ills since life began. Meanwhile we have been destroying their principal habitats at a rapid rate.”
The above two books are a great read and can be found in the Powell River Library.
The Wildwood Bluffs are included in Area 1 which the BC Agricultural Land Commission ruled this September not to be removed from the Agriculture Land Reserve. There are forces in our community who seem to pay heed only to development and seem to pay little attention to other possibilities. In 2008, may citizens in our community help them to reconsider.
by Eva van Loon
The bench of the Federal Court is probably not the first place most of us would look for courage in the legal field, but Mr. Justice Michael Phelan’s recent judgment is a sprightly example of Canada having the guts to sing its own tune.
Federal Court, limited to national legal areas like marine law or immigration, seldom sings a solo in the oratorio of Canadian provincial and appeal courts. But if Justice Phelan’s 124-page judgment in a refugee case is not successfully appealed, it will have shattered the “harmonization agreement” Canada signed with the US right after 9-11.
This “safe third country agreement” forces refugees to claim asylum in the country they first enter, US or Canada. Sounds innocent enough? By happenstance, 40% of refugees first set foot on American soil rather than Canadian, but America has a far more restrictive asylum policy. For example, during the 80s, the US sent back refugees from countries whose dictatorships it supported, while Canada tended to grant asylum.
In one way, the harmonization agreement has worked well for Canada, reducing the chorus of applications for refugee status by about 25%. However, it can also be heard as Canada’s acceptance of American standards of conduct in the so called war on terrorism, such as the Maher Arar fiasco.
Justice Phelan took notice of the Arar Report and concluded that the US is not a safe country because it doesn’t respect the Conventions on Torture, notably by returning people to their country of origins in spite of the risk of torture. “Even if the United States did not participate in the acts, it indicated to the commission that it respected Article Three of the Convention against Torture. The facts surrounding the Arar case furnish us with cause to seriously doubt that assertion.”
The Canadian government was wrong to assume the United States honors its international obligations with respect to torture, writes the judge. “The policies and the practices of the United States do not respond to established conditions allowing Canada to conclude an agreement [with the US] on safe third countries.”
Asylum don’t mean a thing, without that safety thing, I’ll bet His Lordship took a big breath before intoning this brave judgment. Jack Layton chimed in, “He’s done what Stephen Harper refuses to do, that is, to renounce the George W. Bush style when it comes to dealing with international questions and to assert Canadian independence and autonomy.” The NDP party believes the harmonization agreement should be tuned out entirely.
But it’s not over until the fat lady sings, whoever she is in this metaphor. Cock an ear to the Bench on January 14, when the government and the refugee-defense organizations will make recommendations to the Court.
This issue of Immanence celebrates trees. What better way to celebrate the lungs of the earth than getting together around your potted–but real!–Solstice tree? Or your magically lit, petroleum-based creation made by a toilet-brush company out of trees from the dinosaur age? Or a pile of burning, chopped-up trees, song book in hand? Whatever your homage to the Tree, put on the hot chocolate, pull up a stump, and sing along to these old tunes made new again.
Sustainable Loggers’ Lament
Put together by Lyla Smith of the
Powell River Raging Grannies.
(To the tune of “Norwegian Wood”)
We once had some woods–
or should we say,
the forest had trees
You cut them all down,
but wasn’t it good
when we had woods?
CHORUS
I had this nightmare:
you don’t see the forest—just trees
and your greed is so blind,
it’s like some made social disease....
and when I awoke,
it was still true–
the land was laid bare.
Ah, wasn’t it good
hiking the wild
when we had woods?
CHORUS
Again here, I’m dreaming.
They’re still shaving mountainsides bare;
the wildlife runs, hiding;
then finds its home is nowhere.....
No, this is no dream.
You young ones today
will tell your own kids,
“When I was your age,
a forest stood here–
not just these few trees..
SLOWER, QUIETER
Ah, wasn’t it good
when we had woods...
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
how lovely are your branches!
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
how lovely are your branches!
The thought of you as Yule draws near
brings joyful tidings of good cheer.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
to us you are so lovely.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
evergreen and fragrant,
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
evergreen and fragrant,
We bring you into homes to be
a sign of life’s eternity.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
forever green and lovely.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
ee thank you for your blessings.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
we thank you for your blessings.
With golden stars and twinkling lights,
you cheer us on this winter night.
Oh, Solstice Tree, oh, Solstice tree,
you are so fair and lovely.
Silent Night
Anonymous
Silent night, Solstice night.
All is calm; all is bright.
Nature slumbers in forest and glen
till in springtime she wakens again.
Sleeping forests grow strong!
Sleeping forests grow strong!
Silent night, Solstice night.
Silver moon, shining birght.
Snowfall blankets the slumbering Earth;
Yule fires welcome the Sun’s rebirth.
See how the Light is reborn!
See how the Light is reborn!
Silent night, Solstice night.
Quiet, rest, until the Light
turning ever the rolling wheel,
gives us Winter to comfort and heal.
Rest your spirit in peace!
Rest your spirit in peace!
by Eva van Loon
It’s such a little word to cause so much confusion!
In both Englese and Standard English, its and it’s sound identical and are used in the same way in daily speech. You’d never know there’s a problem.
When it’s written, however, it’s apparent that Englese doesn’t know what to do with that little tick of ink called an apostrophe (a-posst-roe-fee). Sometimes it’s there; sometimes it isn’t. When you reflect that Englese is still more a spoken than written language, this is understandable: if an apostrophe makes no difference to one’s speech, why bother with it on paper?
On the other hand, I’m mystified why Englese often inserts an apostrophe to denote a plural, like this: Grab the bargain’s! Our special’s rock. Yuck. What a mess!
It might be a great idea to dump the apostrophe altogether after its long and illustrious grammatical career. Standard English isn’t likely to dispense with the apostrophe soon, however. So, let’s figure out where this pesky apostrophe comes from.
There’s a slew of apostrophes in this column—eleven so far. Check ’em out: in every case, the apostrophe stands for something missing: it is, you would, let us, there is, is not, let us. This, Standard English calls a contraction.
Even a dog’s tail originally, many years ago, was a dog his tail. Now the apostrophe-s construction (or sometimes just the apostrophe) is used wherever a Standard-English writer indicates something belonging to another thing or person.
The Standard-English rule is this: use the apostrophe for contractions and possessives. NEVER plurals!
Try eliminating the pesky apostrophe from these samples. What can we get away with before meaning is muddled?
Englese / Standard English
It’s/its okay to pat it’s/its head. / It’s okay to pat its head.
The lady’s/ladys purse isn’t/isn’t lost. / The lady’s purse isn’t lost.
The ladies/ladie’s left town. / The ladies left town.
The ladies purses/purse’s weren’t found. / The ladies’ purses weren’t found.
A dog’s/dogs tail is its/it’s best feature. A dog’s tail is its best feature.
I’d/Id know its/it’s tracks anywhere. / I’d know its tracks anywhere.
Youd/you’d like two dessert’s/desserts. / You’d like two desserts.
We’ll/well rock round the clock. / We’ll rock ‘round the clock.