home again

I was praying for peace, but, uh, yeah. Nope. Sofi’s not well (hopefully overkill from the week gone), and coming home to no Isis, and Raiden (her twin) being weird.

It’s hard.

Why doesn’t everything suck so much all the time?

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1344 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear (finally, some progress)
Comics: A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 11, Deadly Class 56, The Sacrificers 1-2
Music: Washing Machine, Sonic Youth

introspective return

Being up north, as frustrating as it can be at times (family, am I right?), always leaves me introspective, and as we wound back down highway 11 toward home, I could help but think:

Has chastising someone for saying something politically incorrect ever actually worked?

My mom said Indian; my sister-in-law barked INDIGENOUS at her, with vitriol, like my mother was some raging bigot who wasn’t just stuck in the habit of saying Indian for over seventy years.

I see this all the time online and every time, I think, and you wonder why people radicalize away from you?

One could say, “I think they go by indigenous now,” in a nice, non-condescending tone, thereby sparking a conversation and education that ends amicably with at least one party elevated with an updated viewpoint, to hopefully, do better the next time around. If that party still resists at that point, and won’t listen to an updated viewpoint, well, then, yeah, okay. Maybe you got a bigot.

But most people aren’t that bad, and by escalating so quickly, and implying that they are horrible people right off the hop, well, you’re invalidating everything they are in favour of a label of bigot, fascist, whatever other horrible thing you’d like to use, over something that more often than not, is more micro than macro-aggression.

Think of it like this: you probably don’t think you’re a bad person. You likely don’t think you’re perfect, you might even think of yourself as being flawed or broken or screwed-up, but you probably don’t think you’re evil. You might think you make everyone’s lives worse, but that’s because you’re a fuck-up who can’t get their shit together, and not because you’re, you know, Hitler.

But let’s say one day that you use the word (and let’s keep it kind of ridiculous here) “ginger”.

And maybe a family member immediately turns to you and escalates, labelling you an absolute bigot, and telling that they go by “rouged” now, and that using ginger makes you a horrible racist and probably supportive of all the anti-trans, homophobic, sexist nonsense out there, and a Republican while you’re at it.

Now, you, even thinking you’re kind of a loser, probably don’t think that of yourself. And so, how do you respond?

Like pretty well everyone does when they feel they’ve been unjustly accused – defensively.

You get your back up. You get defensive because this person is trying to invalidate all the good parts of you, that no matter how screwed up you are, at your core, you know you’re not that, not EVIL, and reduce you down to this one thing – rougephobic.

And with that, all the other nonsense that gets conflated with one level of bigotry. If you’re transphobic, you must be anti-gay as well. You must hate lesbians and black people and Latinos and women. If you’re a women, you must be a TERF and probably pro-life as well.

Of course, you know you’re not that, so even if you don’t say it out loud, you push back. You internalize your indignation and all of a sudden, all these disingenuous assholes talking about the elitist left looking down their nose at you, start making a bit more sense. And you’re sucked in, a little more each time it happens, until you’re a full blown Trumper (I mean, hopefully not that far, but imagine this isn’t just one person doing this to you – it’s a million people, a literal million, in some cases, online, constantly, without cease. How far down the rabbit hole might you go in your anger at being unjustly labelled Evil).

And all this is knowing that if they’d just said, “I think they go by rouged now” in an informative and non-judgmental way, sparking a brief, but important conversation, you might have avoided any of that, avoided the defensive trigger response and even possibly, gained an ally.

Education, not condemnation. These are the keys to winning back those on the edge, those that just maybe need a little bit of knowledge, rather than vilification.

These are the things I think about as I drive.

And they’re the things that are killing the left – why we get smaller every day, while the lunatics swell in size.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1256 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 10, Deadly Class 54-55, The Scumbag 14
Music: The Warrior's Code, Dropkick Murphys

last day

I spent much of the day on the water, trying to ignore everyone. I could float forever.

The sky was giant blue; there was beer on the shore.

My dogs seem tired, but happy, a little nervous.

The water is cool and refreshing. How nice it must feel to go deep.

Would that I could settle into a soft buzz.

Sadly, I don’t do drugs (anymore).

I do kind of miss them, though; just not all the shit around them. A whiskey to sharpen the edges, a cold beer to take it off. A nice glass of wine to sparkle, a long, low rum to get happy, man.

Nothing beats mushrooms.

Except mushrooms while staring at the great white North, falling into endless stars, rapt with aurora borealis.

I will miss here.

I hate the fields.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 256 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear (maybe someday, maybe someday)
Comics: Deadly Class 52-53, A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 8-9
Music: Everything Will Be Alright In The End, Weezer (how did I somehow miss, like, seven albums?)

almost done

It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Remember, bottom of the lake.

Don’t tell anyone.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1670 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: Deadly Class 51, A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 6-7, The Scumbag 13
Music: OK Human, Weezer

fire tower

Well, well, well. I guess my working out has paid off a little, if not in pounds lost, but in strength and endurance.

Maybe it’s turned some fat to muscle, or something like that.

Either way, I made it to the top of the Temagami fire tower with little rest, no chest pain and actually, didn’t feel too bad of a burn in my legs, despite the roughly two hundred steps (and a ladder) it takes to get to the top.

Nice.

At least some shit is working out for me.

All progress is progress, even if it’s only a little bit.

(And everything’s progress, because time, learning and change do not end – we only choose to ignore the lessons, and to stem the tide, which is about as fruitful as trying to stop a tsunami by standing in front of it and holding your hands up.)

What a world.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1559 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear (I'm enjoying it, but tiiiime, man)
Comics: A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 4-5, Deadly Class 50, The Scumbag 12
Music: Van Weezer, Weezer

calling ahead

Well, that was a fuck-up of a day. We wanted to go to a specific brewpub that we went to last year and it was great, and bring people with us, but then, yeah.

It says closed outside. The website says open.

Trying to find a restaurant that can accommodate twelve people and seven dogs on short notice?

Well, let’s just say the most common response was laughter, and one was sorry, we’ve had too many dog fights.

Of course, after most of us gave up and headed back, one of our party went back by the original place, and guess what?

It was fucking open.

So, we eat, just five of us, and it was quite pleasant, but it left everyone else feeling like we pulled a fast one and wasted half their day.

Well, sorry, people. That sucked.

People should update their fucking signs.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1128 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear (I don't know why I bother to try and read on vacation; no one will let me have a minute's peace, which is the fucking point of vacation, is it not?)
Comics: A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 2-3, Deadly Class 49, The Scumbag 11
Music: Warped Tour 2001 Compilation, Various (but mostly Anti-Flag and Flogging Molly)

cold

Weird day. Every other day has been over thirty Celsius, and all the other days are projected to be over thirty degrees.

But today… Brr.

Seems like a good day to go shopping, even though I hate it.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1837 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: Seven To Eternity 17, Deadly Class 48, The Scumbag 10, A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 1
Music: Warped Tour (North Tonawanda, NY), Sublime

gravenhurst

I love the Muskokas, but they’re so corporate now. I prefer the more rustic communities further north, even if it is harder to get shit.

Still, great breweries around. Flying Monkies, Sawdust City (a personal favourite), Muskoka, Barnstormers and Quayles.

Good times, good times.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1330 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: The Scumbag 5-7, Deadly Class 45
Music: Warped Tour (Ashbury Park, NY), Sublime

off to the north

We run now, away to my homeland, because the pain of being here is too great.

The pain of being anywhere is too great.

Except north. Up north is peace. Up north is meditation.

Up north is my home.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1060 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: The Scumbag 3-4, Seven To Eternity 16, Low 26
Music: Warped, Red Hot Chili Peppers