They say that death is the last great taboo in Western society. However death was the guest of honour in Philly last week. From October 4th-7th, I had the opportunity to attend the 5th instalment of Death Salon, hosted at the “disturbingly informative” Mütter Museum in Philadelphia. Death Salon is an opportunity for artists, academics, authors, morticians, pathologists, and the general public to come together and discuss all things death related. Its format is based on the French salons of the Enlightenment period, where women and men gathered for intellectual discussion.
The event was fantastic and anyone who has considered going should keep their eye out for the next announcement. You can read my full review by visiting Qeepr.com
Tree planters walk an average of 16km a day over rough terrain. They spend their days in the rain, trudging through rivers and standing in knee high mud. Finding a pair of boots which can withstand such abuse, be waterproof and be comfortable, well that is a rare thing.
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In eight years working in Silviculture, I have been struck by lightning, been driven off loggings roads, almost collided with logging trucks at least three times, been put in compromising situations and felt my life or my well-being in danger countless times. Add to this the fact that I’ve known of a least six or seven deaths, several severe injuries(including someone who can no longer walk) and have witnessed numerous blatant health and safety violations.
I think it normal for everyone at some point, or quite often, to think “what have I done or experienced that is of any value up until this point in my life?” It would be wrong to say that the thought does not enter my head every so often. Thankfully, this unhealthy train of thought is susceptible to simple reflection and I realize that in between my boring life of University, video games and slight socializing, I have had some experiences which people could write short, badly written novels about. Most of these experiences come thanks to my summers tree planting or the little traveling I’ve done. Some stories will never escape my lips(or at the very least never be written on this blog) and others I will begin to share. I want to write these here for no other reason than as a way to remember these exciting moments in my life and as an appreciation for the art of creative non-fiction(and to shame people like Thomas).
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Lightning struck and I counted: “one, two, three, four…” BANG!
I recently wrote a story for the blog Shut Up And Plant about the time in which myself and 3 other planters were struck by lightning. The story highlights one of the little known or talked about dangers within the field of Silviculture and details the important lessons learned from coming so close to death. The reality, as you will read, is that I learned very little. To read this tree planting story on being struck by lightning, jump on over to shutupandplant.ca by clicking here: What I Learned Getting Struck by Lightning.
It is almost too cliche to mention, but I seriously think my plane hit a pothole leaving Montreal. I am in the plane right now, my first of three before taking a Greyhound for six hours tomorrow. I always forget that my method of travel borders on insane. That is to say, so many of the people I work with in British Columbia have only to worry about a 45 minute flight or a six hour Greyhound to their destination. I have nine hours of flying, an overnight stay at a friends house and an early bus from Prince George to 100 Mile House. On top of that, I have to figure out how to kill another four to five hours while I wait for my foreman to pick me up.