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Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Shakesthecoffecan:
--- Quote from: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 04:21:05 pm ---Bueno pero no digas la palabra que te ensene en Calgary! Es muy fea!
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I am going to have to work on that one, but I think I sould probably say:
Oh, I'm sorry. ;)
Shakesthecoffecan:
--- Quote from: Ellemeno on August 01, 2007, 05:46:33 pm ---Hey Truman, here's an early birthday present for you. It's always nice when you know you are giving somebody something they really want. You will have to get the sound on your computer fixed...
http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/
("Listen Now" button in the upper right)
Love from one of your many friends,
Clarissa
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:o
OHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :o GAAAAAAWDD ELLLLLLLLLLEEEEEMMMMMEEEEOOOOO!!!
:o
SHIT! That is Genius! We were like groving to that on the way to the airport and mentioned doing it and who knows if I ever would have or remembered and here you gave it to me, gave it to everybody here and that is so cool. Awe man, I have got to get song sound on this thing and like on tororry.
Whew!
Shakesthecoffecan:
Well, it come up on me in fits and starts.
On friday, I got a call on my phone and the person on the other end of the line said "do you know who this is?" and
I says, "No, who is this."
And it's Lee! Our own Lee calling me on the phone I am telling you and I was just as tickled because I was freaking about going to Alberta. All the tumblers had come together satifactorally and it seemed the escape would be with out much drama but I think I was more fearful of the reentry because I had some festerin work situations that I knew might be ripe by the time I got back. It helped me lighten up. Thank you, Friend!
And then that morning, I just woke up and it was a beautiful day and I thought : when I go to sleep tonight it will be in Alberta! And sure enough it was. The tip there was one of the most unmemorable experences of my life, totally stress free and uncomplicated. The only memorable thing was that I read the whole book "I Had To Do Something" By Mike Jones. He is the call guy who outed Ted Haggard. It is a wonderful read. You learn a lot about what his world is like. I think he is cool. Abe later read the book too in Alberta, but I get ahead of myself.
The sun was still glowing red in the sky @ 11 pm mountain time when the lights of Calgary appeared in the dark below, the sun had seen me safely there like a dying parent. (I don't know, really, for some reason i have been talking like this all day.)
I told two Canadian women, one a realtor in Calgary (please go away) and an Ontarian living in Florida. I told them both I was going to see where they filmed Brokeback Mountain. They were familar with the movie and had no idea it was filmed in Alberta, let alone Canada.
In Wyoming they will tell you it was fimed in Canada. If nothing else, they will tell you that.
I told it to the Canadian Customs office upon 1.2 km hike thru the Calgary Airport. Twists and turns and ramps and stairs and it got to be a test to see if you were physicall fit enought. They did provide benches.
The nice young lady said: "Reason for your trip?"
Me; "Meeting some friends from online."
Her: "Are these Canadians?"
Me: "Some are, mostly the US, and one woman from France who lives in England."
Her with big eyes: "And the purpose of your get together?"
Me: "To see the sights where Brokeback Mountain was filmed."
Her, Surprised and suddenly satifsied told me to have a good time.
I did.
Shakesthecoffecan:
The there was the car.
I had thought for MONTHS when I get there I am gone get me a convertible.
Well as the months went by the subcompact line was looking better and better so I asked Mr. Tudboll about
12:40 in the moring (I think that is either 24:40 or 00:40, one) just in case devine providence had a surprise for me. I am always expecting the wrong thing of devine providence. I got what I absolutly needed: An iddy biddy Toyota Yaris. I think I have seen them arond here,, but not many. I had never driven a car outside of the United States and I suddenly took it seriously. Took that and my hunger and found me a Wendy's and then a Travel Lodge that was populated by a biker gang, some with biker chicks who I think got into the fasion end of it than the ones I have seen. But they were a bit intimidating, one look just like the guy ennis kicked in the face. Their jackets and belts were all different MCs in Ontario and Roland is welcome to lay in on this anytime but they spoke French. But I seem them.
So then I head out on Hwy 1 the next morning. The Trans Canada Highway, head west, it is the main road and it goes right thru the middle of town and this is a good sized city. It ain't Denver as far as I can tell but it was big enough. especiall if you are trying to follow Kirk on the freeway. We'll get to that.
I found them with no problem at all. I just drove past the big olympic sky jump and out in to the country, it cuts off nicely. Out yondoer I tried to teach myself what a kilometer was by looking at the odometer but I was more turned on by the fact the speed limit was 110. That just looked nice even if I was intentionally reading it wrong for effect. Went right up to the Branch Boundry Lodge and got out and seen all these people standing on the porch, like Sunday at Granny's house and I got up there and I recognized Phillip, from having seen one small picture of him and hearing his voice once, which I think I recognized from the radio. He has a good voice and I never tired of hearing it. He is an amazing guy. He and John, and I lerned to think of them as such because they compliment the hell out of one another. If this heard of cats were Gilligans Island they would be Thurston and Lovey Howell, 21 st century edition that is.
And Phillip just cracks me up even when he ain't taking about that woman from Alabama and the mudbugs what got in her mailbox.
I got their attention and asked if they were Bettermost, Wyoming and then I hear my name called so I went up and the faces were coming at me like in a dream, the well known , the familar, the remembered.
And then the woman at the top of the stairs turned around. It was Mouk!
Shakesthecoffecan:
Mouk, is special to me because I met her on that first trip but first, please let me go back tell you what I remember of her telling me her story and she can come up in here and tell me to myob and tellit herself if she wants to.
Mouk is from France, and lives in the UK. One day, a saturday I have always imagined because she said it was a matinee, she went to the cinima and say this poster for Brokeback Mountain and it had two nice looking cowboys on it, so having heard nothing about it and based upon the obvious appeal of the main characters she bought her ticket for her ride to North America.
I learned on this trip that it was the show for the hearing impaired and it had subtitles which annoyed her at first but as devine providence would have it, came in handy, huh? ;)
So then at the end of the credits, (she is gone kill me I know, but I won;t worry about that right now) the lights come up and it is her and one guy sitting there and she can't hardly breath and he turns to her and says something to the effect: You ok?
When I first met her on the Yahoo Board I could tell she was not from the US. It was kind of a new thing for me and I thought cool. I picked up on that and the gender fairly quick and as the fiirst gathering I went to approached we discussed by email the logistings of traveling to Wyoming from some place way far away but I don;t think I was clear on where. She would be without email for a period until the last minute. Any changes would have to be waiting for her small window of opportunity to abort if the thing didn;t happen. She was taking a risk.
I think she flew, what was it Mouk, 48 hours from Namibia? We were all in the car getting ready to go to Lightning Flat and her she come around the world in the nick of time. She had more window of opportunity to open than I ever realized. I was wowed by it. Wowed by her story, wowed by the power of this story. Words, placed in proper secquence to allow for the communcation of an experence had done this like dna comes together to make a person.
I know she enjoyed it, and when I give her a copy of Jeb and Dash befor dashing me and Wayne to our airports, their was tears in her eyes so when I seen here there at the top of them stairs I was looking, looking for that first and all I see was happiness. Hope I didn;t scare you slinging you around like that.
She has come across the water. Her intention is to remain in Canada. I am hopeful she can. If she can get into the travel industry there, she will be the person, folks from all over can come to and she could make it happen for them .
We have an express here where I live: Gurl, your the shit! And I mean that in the most positive way possible. I have long admired my ancestors who crossed that water for the crossing part but hell, your really doing it! I can;t believe it, it is wonderful! We sent up a little prayer for you. But then again, I get ahead of meself.
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