Nobody reads blogs anymore...

And that's okay, I never maintained this blog for readership. But I just don't need to express myself this way anymore.

I'm finally over what started it all...

Thanks.

Until the next existential crisis, time to live, and die...

Another busy season in the bush

Been busy, working in an isolated fly-in camp...Not much, and too much to report, but the season is going very well and I still have quite a lot to go.

Will post pictures and longer posts when I'll have time, probably meaning after the season...

Again, and again, and again...

Time to get this blog out of hibernation!

Leaving for Edmonton this afternoon, getting ready for another tree planting season.

There's a few days of pre-season work at the Spruce Grove yard, then we're driving up to Grande Prairie to set up camp. Planters will show up on May 12th, and the season officially starts the following day.

Should be a good one.

Time to leave on a jet-plane...

Canadian Politics: All Hail the Conservatives!

Last week, Canadian Heritage Minister, James Moore, nominated to that position in the hopes of mending fences with Québec's cultural scene, among others, failed a pop quiz where he was asked to identify not only Québec cultural icons, some of them internationally known, but also famous Anglo-Canadian artists.

If this is unacceptable for someone holding a cultural portfolio, his colleague, Federal Science Minister Gary Goodyear, wins with his unwillingness to aknowledge he believes in evolution.

All of this puts a new spin on a funny video done by some Québec artists during the last federal elections, which I humbly contributed to spread among Anglo-Canadian medias by adding subtitles...



I don't consider myself particularly intelligent, so it emphasize how frustrating it is to have idiots run my country.

Life's Cool...

Life's cool, life's good. Been too busy to write anything recently, but there's some decent stuff that happened so I'll try to get something written down soon.

Also, I'm getting restless, I'm looking forward to get out of the city and back in my backpack.