Patio Season

Patio Season has officially begun. Yesterday and today have been fantastic out and this past week the bars in town have started getting their sidewalk patios ready. Leave it to Halifax to take bar patios to another level. This isn't just a couple of small tables crowding the sidewalk in front of the bars. This is complete military takeover of the sidewalks. Most places build, really build with carpenters and the sort, sidewalks extensions that move out into the street so they can maximize the size of their patios. It transforms pedestrian and car traffic on the streets where there are a lot of bars. I'll throw some photos up when I get a chance.

in addition....

Where I come from is fuckin brilliantly beautiful....I forgot how stunning this part of the country is. When I was younger I never appreciated it, but now when I look around I am astounded by the natural beauty of it all. Did you see those pictures in my previous post? Yeh, them's just everday pics, baby. No effort involved. Damn, I'm glad to live here.

p.s.-ok, maybe I am a decent photographer too...

Nova Scotia in the air

Work's been busy so there....

That said, my half-brother came for a visit couple weeks back. We never grew up together and I've only met him a few times. Our father is quite ill so I think that was part of the reason he decided to come now as opposed to later.

It was a good visit. He's a pretty cool dude. He's from B.C. and is definitely a west-coaster. Bit of a hippy, big hockey fan, and travelled a LOT when he was younger. I think he got that from Dad for sure. We're bothe BIG movie and music fans too. It's kinda neat to talk with him and realize that we like the same bands. There isn't anybody else in my family that I can talk to about that sort thing. Here's him in front of the Hockey Heritage museum in Windsor:



We spent a few days with the folks and went over to the Bay of FUndy. Much like myself, he needs the ocean near him.





On the cliff in the background is a cottage that my aunt had when I was younger. I spent many summer days up there and in the area, either at cousins who lived there or at campgrounds.



And another one of John:



And of course this is the Annapolis Valley with my hometown of Bridgetown:

the zip that makes the soul zaz

If things feel shitty (and/or are...) great music always makes me feel glad to be alive. Especially great live music. Damn, I love the Carleton. Newest band I saw there tonight is Telfer: http://www.myspace.com/telfermusic

Repeat Sighting

Just saw Sam Losco again. This time having a smoke in front of the Oasis, a divey bar. Somehow that seems more appropriate....

Trailer Park Boys count is 3

Halifax, as you may or may not be aware, was the home for the Canadian cult series "Trailer Park Boys". Think "My Name Is Earle" except funny, with guns, lots of dope, plenty of alcohol abuse, and shitloads of swearing. The main leads were Ricky, Julian, and Bubbles. Sadly it is no longer on the air, but it survived 7 seasons on Showcase.

Most of the cast are from the Maritimes and are still in the area. So, one runs into cast members all the time. I've seen 3 since I've been back. It's weird because it makes me feel as if I'm on the set, which of course was Halifax and its surroundings. It's also odd because when any of them used to do appearances or interviews they stayed in character. The lines between fiction and reality were in a constant state of blur for the cast.

First was Cyrus: criminal and bastard. He tried to take over the park, wrote his grade 10 exam with Ricky, and started a major shootout in the park after the boys stole all his hash. Plus he had a bitchin' corvette.

I saw him in the lobby of a hotel. I was scared at first but then realized he probably actually didn't have a gun.

So next we have Sam Losco: veterinarian and slob. He got Bubbles cats sick and was always enlisted to extract bullets whenever somebody got shot. Also he ran agains Jim Lahey for Trailer Park Supervisor.

I saw him in the restaurant Mosaic downtown. I think he's one of the owners. After the hotdog incident with Bubbles kitties I don't think I'll eat there.

Last was Tyrone: part of J-Roc's Rockpile, co-director of greasy porn videos, rapper, luggage thief, drugdealer. Pretty much sums T up. He's never far from J-Roc's side and corrects him when he starts sounding like white-rapper cliche...which is to say all the fuckin time.

I saw him coming out of a used CD store. No doubt selling CDs that he and J-Roc had stolen.