TWO BOOKS --help!

I need some help here. I need someone to volunteer to read a book that I have just finished and help me to understand what it is that I've read.

It's really only one book, thankfully that I'm asking people to read. There are two that have affected me in the last two weeks.

Okay the first one, just gave me an amazing perspective by way of it's analogy of our world / society / culture from a completely fabricated but delicately executed story. "Dune". You've all heard of it and you're going 'yeah, okay. He's nucking futs this guy.' but it's awesome. I can't get it out of my head.

And then there's, "The Story of B". Never heard of it? Doesn't matter. I want you to read, "Ishmael", by the same author: Daniel Quinn. I recommend you buy it with a friend. It's $25 at chapters and you'll want to lend it out, once you've read it. Maybe, I don't pretend to know everyone's tastes.

I'll say this about "ishmael", it's an easy read. So if you're busy or just lazy, don't worry, you'll finish it soon enough, but then you'll be stuck thinking, "can this really be true? It makes a lot of logical sense, but I've never heard anyone say anything so simple that DID make so much sense before"

OKay, okay. It's not one of those spiritual quest things that have inundated the market for the last decade or more. It's about . . . fixing the world. I don't know how else to put it. It's about our culture. It may seem ridiculous at first, a thinly veiled attempt to preach something to the masses, but just hang in there and you'll see it's worth it.

Dune was just something that sunk in afterwards when I thought of the two together. It's not necessary reading. But pretty cool, if you're into that genre.

Please contact me if you can't find it or if you've read it. I need to talk about this. It's burning a hole in my head.

Carlos

pertinent links: Ishmael

ADVENTURE DAY - CONT'D

PART II

Well, after the Sushi we commenced walking through the forest of Stanley park. It's gorgeous in there. I had Christina name every plant that I laid eyes on and did not recognize. Rhodehedron or something and crocus and all sorts of weird things. I had never seen a magnolia tree on it's own before. We bought one for my mother on her birthday last year and that was the first I'd seen. But never in the wild. And there were whole streets covered by trees blossoming, awesome. I even felt a tingle of allergy season in the deep dark depths of my nasal cavity. Cool.

Well, we walked a little ways through the forest and it wasn't long before adventure found us. A couple walking towards us, actually three people, I forgot one man. They carried a Goose. A live honking Goose, it was the size of the man's torso and the neck and head went over his shoulder. Did I mention it was very much alive?

Well, Christina and I ventured to follow this curious entourage on this swerving little path to the water and David - ever the impatient one - wandered off ahead somewhere to wait for us.

We spoke to the people who had by now set the goose free on the water. Wondering if it had been hurt or what was the deal already! And they told us there had been a fight, Two Geese, Ganders I suppose, had been going at it for about a half hour. Intent on killing each other. Well, that was obvious because when he put that big fella back in the water, it swam right back in the direction from which they'd all come, honking it's Goosey bloodlust the entire way.

Interesting that the couple at first sounded French Canadian to us, Christina and even to my heavily trained ears and after a few sentences they had the unmistakeable lisp and tone of Spaniards speaking English! Great scott, well immediately Christina took out the big one and I punched his little woman so hard in the nose, she honked just like the goose, before the police arrived, David was there to help us hide the bodies. . . okay that's not true. That part didn't happen I just got excited.

Anyway, the Spanish couple explained that Goosey was heading back to the scene of the battle under a bridge that we would cross in about five minutes. So we continued in that direction. When we got there, a crowd was gathered watching the Geese go at it again! It lasted a good 15 minutes more. They would grab onto each others necks and then try to shatter the other's ribcage with really powerfully directed flaps of their wings. I guess, the equivalent of Thai boxers clinching and kneeing their opponents. I should mention that the female that all the fuss was about, was languidly treading several feet from the action. Christina said 'what a bitch, totally not worth it.'

Well, finally one combatant became exhausted and gave out, he turned and ran, the other hot on his . . . um. . flaps and biting at him the whole time, the crowd, by this time about 20 people, some with cameras, followed slowly. Except me, I had a feeling I knew what would come next. So i ran up ahead and said, 'oh shit, he's killing him.' Now a word to those of you that may encounter this in future, hissing at birds and kicking rocks at them, doesn't have the same effect it does on house cats playfighting. they ignored me. What do we do? Two other fellows jumped in, one guy picked up a stick and lifted the killer Goose's neck away from the other guy, who at this point was just lying there, awaiting his fate, as Killer tried to break his neck. Well, one of the humans got right in there and shoved the killer bird off with his leg. Right into the guy with the stick, boy was he surprised.

Well, the killer goose, would have none of it, he tried to come back and finish the job, but there were at least ten of us in the way, all yelling back at him, so back to the river to claim his female he went.

When we turned back to the fallen Goose, he lay enmeshed in a thorn bush, of course (!), panting heavily but alive. David, Christina and I did the best we could to part the branches that were stabbing him. and I reached in and freed his wings, he dind't move while I touched him, another sign that he was completely exhausted by the fight. I folded up his wings properly and we all just sat with him. Someone went to get parks and rec to help, I don't know what good that would have done. Then after about ten minutes, David went to cover Goosey with is jacket and the goose, just jumped up and ran off, shaking his feathers and stretching his thick muscles surprising us all. His wing , when I touched it, felt like a turkey's, you know the free range kind you get at thanks giving? Well, that's what it felt like, really thin skin but well muscled.

We followed him for a bit to make sure he didn't return to his death fight. And eventually left him in the care of the fellows who broke up the fight. And went off to the Teahouse restaurant. Really pretentious and shitty musack, the worst I've ever heard actually, kind of a bad recording of an electric yamaha organ through shitty speakers of 80's rock songs. We recognized, Bonnie Tyler. Gross. The choice not her song. I like Bonnie. We get along well.

But okay, so then I'm left thinking, we as humans knew that we couldn't interfere in the dominance mating battle taking place by the river. So why did we jump in as soon as he was going to kill the other guy? That's part of it right? Would Darwin have interfered? Would Lorne Greene? Steve Irwin would have given his kid a ride on the winner's back. But, should we have? Survival of the fittest. Who are we to say what's right and wrong in the matters of Gooseness?

What got me was the look in the losing goose's eyes, the terror and resignation. He was too tired to care and he knew what was coming. But when we were standing over him, he didn't really know what to do except breathe heavy. Obviously the other Goose was stronger and should be the one who's sperm go on to advance their race. . . So why do I feel so sad about the other guy? It's hard to watch animals die. Well, he survived, thanks to some buttinsky humans with no respect for ecological balance.

We took a bus home because my feet wouldn't take anymore punishment. And when I arrived in my strange little subletted apartment, I crashed. I slept from 9pm till 3:30 am. And then I was up and doing stuff. I still got a good six hours.

That was adventure day. Got to see a lot of Vancouver and do some cool things and experience nature. Also got the call, I'm shooting my last scene on DEAD ZONE on Monday. Then i guess I'll just go home. There haven't been any auditions and the only thing worth staying around for is the anti war rally on Saturday at which Noam Chomsky will be speaking.

Carlos

Adventure Day - part 1

You ever have one of those? Well, I did. It started innocently enough with meeting Christina Patterson and her husband David for brunch. Little did I know, David planned to walk us to the all you can eat sushi place, called. . . um. . . toppomomo? Something like that. No Joke. If you know Vancouver at all. . . I live in Kitsilano at around maple and broadway. This Toppomomo joint is at Davie and Denman, downtown. And we walked all the way down maple to the beach--where there is a totum pole that an eagle usually rests on. It's a for real eagle I have pictures, I will put them up. Hard to see though, because it's about a hundred feet up in the air, so I took a few just to prove that the little fella was moving around.-- Then we walked along the beach front for a long time, walked through a tiny little fair grounds that we soon realized wasn't real, but part of a movie set. So I looked around for my Dead Zone friends, but saw none-turns out it wasn't their set--and we continued.

By this point we've walked 4 km or so, in my dress shoes, and with my back being the way it is, due to my gut being the way that it is, (sigh). And I ask David, 'are we there yet papa smurf?'. He says, 'oh no. We've got a long ways to go smurfette. We're actually going completely the wrong way because we've got to cross the water first and then come back along the other side.' and my feet responded, 'bastard'. But on we trudged. The sun was up pretty good by then and we actually had to take off our jackets, wrap them around our waists and continue, I polished off a litre of water on this walk by the way. So for those of you in Toronto, I will ask, when was the last time it got too hot to wear your jacket?! Damn I love this weather. It hasn't rained much at all and I've been here over a month, with one week in between when I was home for a vacation.

Okay, on with the journey. We then walked through Granville Island . . . which is reminding me of something but I'm not sure what. . . oh our waitress, Camille from the Margarita fiesta room on college and parliament is doing a show there and she was going to email me the details. So, once through Granville island, we walk down this ramp and get on this tiny 10 foot boat, give the driver 2 bucks each and he speeds us across to another part of Vancouver, which I later recognized as downtown. It was a ten minute boat ride at most. But fun and right at water level, which you don't experience on the ferries or sea bus, unless you fall out.

So, having got off the boat, walked uphill (all of Vancouver is uphill I"m convinced) for quite some time, I ask David, 'are we there yet?'. 'Nope not yet my son, we have a ways to go yet. ' -he didn't actually say 'yet' twice it's a fault of my transcription.

I will note that at this point, David did something prescient and I'll do a bit of foreshadowing with it as well. We walked along this path from the shoreline -the day as I mentioned was absolutely perfect, with the exception of a cold wind blowing closer to the water, but still, perfect)- and he just offhandedly chased a Canada goose for a few seconds. I said, 'you should be careful, aren't they dangerous?' and the response came, 'yeah, but they give you fair warning.'. Okay, no problem. Off we went. That was the foreshadowing by the way, no J. R. R. Tolkien, but just the same, you know something is up.

Sooooo, we walk and walk and finally get to the all you can eat sushi place, where the sushi was great, but the tables smelled like pee because of the cleaner and the rags they were using to clean them!

After stuffing ourselves we stopped for cupcakes at this cupcake place, I couldn't, so I would just take little bites of theirs and pretend to people walking by that I didn't' know them...'thanks lady and mister for the cupcake!'. I was just too full, but very very tasty cupcakes.

Then David said, 'we're going into the forest'. So off we went to walk through Stanley park. Which by the way is named after Lord Stanley, the same dude they named the cup after. The Hockey cup, the Stanley Cup.

End of part 1.

Back to work

Okay, now we're all caught up. I had a wonderful time at home with Sofia and my cats and got to see my parents a couple of times too, who by the way, look very good and healthy!

Sofia and I are now members of Totum Life Science in Toronto, it seems she thought I was too fat when I got off the plane. Well, she likes to hold me closer than she was able, so my gut has to go! We're doing Muay Thai with one of the instructors from her regular club as well as many different kinds of classes, cardio cardio cardio!

I'm back in Vancouver. I hate planes. I really do. I did meet a nice couple, Vickie and Dave, they were 49 and 54 respectively and live in Pemberton, B.C. which is a good two hour drive from the airport. they were coming from Montreal, and before that from Platsberg, NY. having watched their son play in a hockey tournament.

Vickie explained that Dave had not been on a plane in 30 years or read a book in 25. He had two books with him and this was their third flight this year. It's all because of hockey. The books he was reading? Hockey books, just interesting facts, like in 500 BC (that's 'Before Christ', not 'British Columbia') there was hockey and people skated on sharpened bones. OKay. Anyway, they were very nice and told me about how this . . . Grostic Chiropractor changed their lives, got Dave out of chronic fatigue by adjusting something called the C1, that regular chiros don't do. He said the chiro guy barely touched him. But this man was the picture of health. They talked to me about alkaline vs acid diets and how it fixed Vickies' liver problem and all sorts of things. See they have this daughter in . . . I dont' know where she is, but she studied chinese medicine and recently took a course on blood analysis. She changed her mothers diet. These people juice and eat vegetables and fruit and I'm telling you, this guy had such powerful hands, he plays hockey every day and eats like a horse, but only good stuff. Says the other guys on his team are 25 years old. That when he looks in the mirror and sees his white beard and white hair, he goes 'ahh!' in shock, cuz he doesnt' feel that old.

Anyway that was my experience on the plane, that and two guys getting hammered behind us and kicking my seat once in awhile. I hate planes that are that small. One day, I will fly first class.

I slept a lot last night after making it here in one piece. I hope to be back within a couple of weeks and I hope that the weather will be better. As I write this, I've moved all of Missy's (my sublet) plants to the window. They missed me as much as my cats did back home. There are twelve plants in the window and two more big ones on the porch.

Did I explain everything? I did the Dead Zone. I have to shoot one more day, I think it's this week, and I have some auditions lined up as well. I'm trying to save up for an apartment in Toronto.

Carlos

Vacation

02/26/2004 -wow time jump

Okay, this takes place much later than the entries below. I have yet to finish uploading all of the entries that will summarize my entire tale, but this is to say goodbye to Vancouver, while I go home to Toronto for a 'VISIT'. Crazy. I'll be catching an 11:10pm flight out of here and arriving at 6:30 am in Toronto. Then going to terminal 2 to say goodbye to Carol Ramirez, Sofia's sister who's leaving for Korea! Then I'm going home with my baby.

I love you all.

Bye!

ps. I got the part. I played Rick Fanulli on the DEAD ZONE with Anthony Michael Hall. I shot for 6 days and I have one more to go, that's why I only get a 'vacation' home! All of the shooting logs will be entered shortly and together! -- Carlos

Exciting afternoon

02/12/2004--post created on this date

Okay, now I'm freaking out. It's 13:22. I've cancelled my flight and I can rebook at any time for a $25 change fee, but I still haven't heard from Jamie!!! RRRRRRR. Why tell me you were going to know by this morning and then not call? She must know I'm going crazy....how about an update or something?

Good Christ. lucy has already called me from Tony and Tina's to find out what's going on. I'm still waiting. I wonder if Jay is backing me up or not. This is crazy. I don't think it matters though, it was just a lark. Now what? What if I don't get the damn part and then they call and say they are so upset they don't want me in the damn show after all.

What the fuck?! How much longer...and do I take my phone with me to the washroom or not?

Carlos

Exciting morning

02/11/2004 --posted

kr'los says: (08:44:19)
   all in all, this is a very exciting morning.

kr'los says: (08:44:32)
   there's no emoticon for (sigh/gasp/shit my pants)

That was the part of my msn conversation with Sofia this morning. I have everything ready to pack for the plane ride home and I'm waiting to hear from Jamie. Maybe I should be fully packed just in case? If I don't get the part, I have to fly out of here and fast. Flights at 14:15 so I'd have to leave here around noon.
What if I don't find out in time? Call Jetsgo and change the time anyway? I should call them now and just make sure that they know I might be doing it. Maybe they'll give me more time.

And what if it's not so clear cut? What if....they give me dates and they're almost workable?! Should I try and make it home to do the show? This is nuts.

If I have to shoot monday then it's a no go. I can't get a flight back in time with jetsgo.

I've got people waiting to hear from me over there too, Lucy and Jay and Sofia. Oy vey. this is making me very anxious. Take some vitamins.

Going to call jetsgo now. or should I wait for Jamie? I should probably do that...why waste time? Now if Sofia would just tell me if I need to bring clothes, ah there she is.

Okay, I'm packed. It's all going to be just fine. All I have then to do is, ask jetsgo to change the time, email me my next thingy or run to kinko's and print it up and then get a cab to the airport. That's if I DON'T get the part.

If I DO get the part, then I'll have more options to consider, ie the dates and if I can pull off both shows at once. Let's just see what happens. Ah this is the stuff I live for. Of course, I'll be very disappointed if I don't get this part. . . I hadn't thought of that...how shitty.

Still right now? This is the most exciting morning I've had since I got here!

Carlos

Agent calls to 'warn me': Don't go home!

02/10/2004 --important date to note

If I get the part Sofi. I need the big book sent to me. I need the unix for mac os x sent to me and I need you here. and I a cheque or two deposited!

and I need to send her something for valentine's day. . .

CALL JETSGO.


this has been a long one. I started with mailing out my driving offence payment to the ontario courts services. Then I'm running around all day trying to get little things together for Valentine's day, and I'm emailing and talking to Sofia on the phone about my trip details. . .

Then just as we're planning the day, Jamie calls to 'warn' me that I am back in the running for the part on the DEAD ZONE and I may have huge conflicts with the Tony and Tina's show.

This also means that I can't see Sofia for Valentine's day. This made me really unwilling to tell her, but she wasn't as upset as she thought she would be be because I got a job. So that's pretty exciting. I, of course, am not a 100% sure that I've got the job yet. I'm waiting. Jamie will call me in the morning and I will take care of my arrangements accordingly. . . Shit, should I pack just in case I have to go? I'm ready though. I just have throw my computer and my camera in the bag, grab some nice clothes for valentine's dinner and my e-ticket. I'm ready. I'll have to go at a moments notice if I don't get the part.

LOL, it's going to be a fun day.

Carlos

The Show

02/09/2004--actual post date

I miss my cats a lot here. Crazy, but there's nothing to come home to, just an empty weird little apartment.

What am I doing, doing this show again? I hated it, that's why I left. But I'd be back with the whole gang. I'll see how it goes. This could still seem like work, or maybe this is going to be fun, maybe.I have to go over those lines and monologues again, get back into character, i have to know that stuff like the back of my hand, do I really want to do this?

Guest: 'Yo Vinnie! Where's the butter?'
Me as Vinnie: 'All over your fat pig of a wife jerky. eat her, do the world a favour. think of the starving children you'd be saving. . . starting with your own.' --hyoh!

Carlos

walking and typing

posted- 02/08/2004

So since I got here my activities have ranged from sitting inside writing on the computer,
going for a walk to the nearest cafe to sit and do some writing on the computer, stopping and waiting for food so I sit and write at the computer.

good thing i've taken to exercising in the mornings. Still sore from yesterdays. 'brisk walk' turned 'light run'. . . there's nothing light about a 230 lbs. man pounding his feet into the ground and feeling that pound in his knees lower back and self esteem.

I've heard from Dennis which means he's still alive, that's good to know. I had sent him a link to watch an old short film we had made that I'm hosting on my site (cinema 2).
I also tried to call my parents in chile on their cell phone. With the card that I had, it was going give me 4 minutes of airtime to call them there, they didn't pick up so I used that very same card to call my grandmother in Chile, on her landline....and talk for 30 minutes!!! How ridiculous are the cell phone charges down there? It's almost prohibitive, no I'd say that's downright prohibitive for use.
Damn I'm so full of coffee and I've bought this wrap thing too. I was too pumped with caffeine to write in the coffee shop, so i walked some of it off. I'm bored in this little part of the city. I'd like to do something other than sit around in that apartment. I've started tinkering with animation.
What I'm doing isn't really animation or cartoon or comic strip. I'm mixing a lot of things to see what I come up with. I've also been thinking about getting a computer tablet, one of these things that translates what you write/draw (more importantly for me) into your computer. So i can use it to illustrate my own characters, it's much more difficult to do with just the mouse. And this morning, playing with the terminal, I erased a very important file from the root of my computer. i'll fix it and learn to do things right. Luckily I had a mac friend handy at his machine who just emailed me a copy of his file.

wow, boring entry. Sorry nothing happened today.

Carlos

Bad Audition

02/05/2004--posting date

Today was an interesting one. blew a very important audition that could have made my life more exciting for next week. I don't think it's going to happen. I'm supposed to meet my friend Stefano at a social club right now, but I"m going to hold off on that. I am not crazy about the singles scene.

I am going to meet Gloria for a beer right now. At one point tonight when I stepped out of the door I heard the neighbours having sex. It was incredible. they're upstairs, I'm not sure if I got the right people though. What i did was put a note under their welcome mat saying: "you guys are AWESOME"....hmm. I hope they don't think to knock on the apt right under them. heh. was fun anyway. They are moving around a lot right now, probably embarrassed. heh, they won't come looking for me though.

Sofia doing her alone thing tonight. I miss her a lot.

Carlos

most apartments have private bathrooms

01/23/2004 --date posted

Well, this one doesn't. Why didn't I know this before. I will check again the emails I got from Missy, but so far, it's quaint and central and cheap. I sleep on a pull out couch, I had to put another foam mattress under it because it wasn't too comfortable. But that's what she told me to do to make it more comfy anyway. I'm very proud that I'm only using one drawer in the dresser of the two that she left me. I have closet space, hanging and shelf and someone with a wireless internet hookup in the building or across the street who hasn't learned how to encrypt their signal just yet. Or rather to simply deny any but specific users. That's coming in handy to check my email for now and publish this blog, but I will be careful with it. My experience has been that people turn to their manuals pretty quickly once they realize they're providing a free service to an unknown party. So I'll check once or twice a day. No chatting. And I'll compose most of my emails offline and send only at log in, that way I save online time and avoid detection for a longer period of time.

I'm okay with the apartment. I don't know how inconvenient showering on another floor will be, especially when in conflict with someone else and late for an audition! I'll just have to make sure I'm not late for an audition. So far the place is pretty cold too. The windows are very old and don't keep out all the air. I didn't think I would need the extra blanket that Missy left me, but I do.

I had been here all of a half hour, Missy had shown me around the building, i e laundry facilities etc. when the fire alarm went off in the building, we searched the whole place...only three or four floors and three apartments to each. In the basement, which is not really a basement, but more of a ground floor, the people in the only apartment down there had been cooking a turkey and with all these new smoke detectors around, the heat from the oven had set off a full scale alarm, the second they opened their door for some reason. I don't know if I've explained that clearly or not. But Missy and I took charge, which was kind of funny and I ended up talking to the fireman and explaining where the alarm fuse box was etc, since I had just had the tour. And then it was all over just like that.

I helped her carry all her baggage to the waiting SUV, her brothers', and off she went on her adventure, leaving me, to mine.

So today I will seek out a martial arts club to keep me entertained while I'm here. Although this morning while looking for slippers or something to go to the bathroom(!) I ripped my karate pants right in the ass. Yup. I've had them since 1997, they were in great condition. Thing is even if I sew them up, they'll never be the same structurally again. And if I wear them to a class, I'm going to be much more active and they'll have a greater challenge than just bending and pulling. I don't know how that sounds, but I've got to go and see if I can publish this now, iblog has been giving me a bit of a headache of late.

This has been a Carlos moment.

Get it together

01/20/2004 - actual date of posting

I have spoken to my sublet, Missy Christensen. She's going to pick me up here at Christine Quayles place on Thursday morning at 11:am. I slept okay last night. Woke up quite suddenly wondering where the hell I was for about a second and then it all came back. It didn't help that Geronimo, Chris' cat, sounds like Tiger when she's upset. Except that he talks like that all the time.

I'm waiting to hear back from jamie about when I can come in to meet with her and drop stuff off. Can pregnant women eat chocolate? I'm sure right? I'll bring her a box.

And that's it for now, except that I've found a wireless network, fatport.com that I can purchase time on, a month at a time. i just have to make sure that there' s one near my new place, but I won't know that till Thursday, so for now I'll be careful to log on only to check emails or to update this blogger.

Ma/pa I hope you had a safe trip, please give my love to grandma and grandpa and remember that you're there to enjoy yourselves!!

Sofi, I hope you're good baby. Don't hurt yourself at the gym. Be patient with Carol and Edwina and can you check in on Susy once in a while? She can become a hermit in no time. I'm afraid she'll forget how to speak english.

Bye everyone. I'll update again in a couple of days. Ito loves.

Knees in the Back

01/19/2004--date this was actually written and posted elsewhere!

We left Toronto, one hour and a half late. The guy in front just about crushed my laptop with his intent to recline. Fortunately he's more understanding than the five year old behind who is kicking and kneeing me steadily in the small of the back. Thank God that her father fell asleep though, because he was the, is the, I suppose kind of person to speak not just for the people he's with to hear him, but for everyone else as well, not to mention that he's talking to two little girls and making sarcastic jokes that they would never understand. This is a very cramped plane.

I met a portuguese lawyer/ writer at the sports bar while waiting for boarding. It seems maintenance crews had to get the captain a new seat. Well, that's the official line, but we took off without too much bobbing up and down, so whatever it really was, it's been fixed. I would write about my seat mates (people beside me) but they can see quite clearly what I write. They needn't worry, they are very nice. \Even when they spill tomato juice on my seat as they get up to hit the can.

My lawyer friend was bearded and professorial / artistic looking. We had a good ole chat at the bar about Americans and capitalist pigs. Some company named CARA that the bartender worked for as well. For $6 an hour!! Todd was talking about series pay today and he said something like $11,000 a week is pretty normal. Now that would be something. i could fly everyone out to see me. This will mark the first entry of the "6 weeks in Vancouver" journal. Which will be added to the "10 days in LA" online journal, and become a password protected link from my site.

Oh, I found my cheque book. It's in my toiletries bag, of course! So now I can pay Missy the rent. Hopefully my girls will be okay back home... all of them. I miss them already. This feels like it's going to be a long trip. It's now 22:37 Toronto time. So what does that make it in Vancouver. . . 19:37. Well behind schedule. I'll arrive just after 1:am in the mountains. that should be very beautiful. And Christine seemed to think that she could pick me up at the airport, which is good because I spent all my money on a sub and a beet and a bag of chips between Ontario and Manitoba...::p

Tomorrow, I visit Jamie and give Missy a call and figure out my 'hood as it were. Gonna focus and work hard. That's they way to do it, baby.

Carlos, over and out for now.

New Beginning

This blog will continue what I tried to do on the last blog, I will provide updates and links to pics and to my site. Thanks for checking it out.

Carlitos