Incoherence at it's finest.
section a.
I am listening to Android Lust right now, which is dirty industrial music with a pulsating, deep, dark, electro background. It is sinister music edged with anger and attitude. I am loving it. For the past 3 months (almost 4 come to think of it) I have been listening to country music or classic rock (which is great music in its own right) and nothing else. No metal, no weird spacey Indie tunes, no Industrial, and no Electro/Techno speakerbox style beats. I have lived this way, not by choice, but to placate those around me that with which I work.
section b.
Tonight marks my last service night here at the lodge. By service I simply mean it is my last night of the season cooking for guests. Tomorrow morning I will serve up breakfast for staff and guests and then 95% of the lodge population will ninja dust out of existence. I am staying behind for about another week (give...or take) to cook for various business meeting/political folk, and a handful of staff co-workers. The kitchen and all food/beverage/hospitality services are under my full command. Hoo-hah. Really what this all means is...well...its fucking party time! I'm in charge - there's dick all to do - its been a long summer - lets get at 'er!
section c.
Torte girl is coming tomorrow. I haven't seen her, or hardly communicated with her at all really since the beginning of June. I am elated, and smothered with happiness. However, I am also on the short side of complete and utter panic. She's gonna pop by and help me cook these political meetings, and then she is heading to Church Hill, Manitoba, to work the service industry for the Polar Bear tourist season. So what this really means is that I haven't seen her since June, will get to see her for about 4 days, and then wont see her again until mid December. Its been a long haul and distant relations and I really have no god damn clue of where we stand at all. Big surprise. Whatever. Guess we'll just haveta see.
section d.
I am on the 1 week countdown for my return to civilization. There are a lot of things I am excited for.
Tattoos, movie theaters, sushi, video games, my couch, high speed internet and the ability to pirate, Cold beer from a glass bottle, sleeping in, amazon.com, new music, and kitty cat.
Still, at the same time there is a lot of hesitation. The city. ugh. Loud, abrasive and suffocating. Gimme a week and I will be clawing my eyes out, begging for the lakes and bush back.
section e.
Battle Island. I stood there today for my last time. There is a point off the island that snakes its way like a dead, bony, skeleton finger stretching out into the lake. If you stand on this point next to the spruce trees you can hear the dead. Battle island is named after a bloody skirmish between the Cree and the Deni Native American tribes. The wind whips across the point and through the branches of the trees you can hear the wailing of those that lost their lives there so very long ago. Cool place. Goodbye.
section f.
for those that don't yet know: I am coming back here for the winter - with no definite set end date. I will be returning in February to cook for a geologist and mining crew. The pay is through the roof and I will be in full control of all the cooking and food served. Tentatively, torte girl will be my second in command. There's a lot more on this subject to talk about - but I'm not quite ready to spill all the beans as I don't fully know what exactly is happening with me yet. I do know that I get 4 months or so of city life, which really is perfect, and then I get to come back and experience the brutality of the north in the deepest of winter nights. 24/7 darkness, -60° C temperatures, and a shit ton of snow. I am super stoked to be out and isolated in the wilderness in some of the harshest climate the world has to offer. Gonna get all geared up and have me the best freaking winter ever! Torte girl and I have a little private wood burning cabin nestled away in the trees all to ourselves. We'll be cooking for about 20 or so people and will work every single day that we are here. Probably February to May. Maybe less maybe more. 20 people is nothing, we will have plenty of time for cross country skiing, snowshoeing and lazing by the fire...and I am going to be payed up the asshole to do it? Yes please! I cant think of anything better that I would want to be doing.
And so it goes...
Friday, November 20, 2009 at 6:31PM 
