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House building, Stieg Larsson, and the cycle of piling things

Here’s my attempt to devise a theory as to how we might save, or at least to clarify the world.  Bear with me….

A pile of stuff that isn’t functional is called garbage, until it gets moved, used, or sorted through.  Connecting all related and useful piles are their separate functions  As an example, this cedar rail (cordwood) pile was consolidated from two other piles made 4 years ago:

…. for the purpose of building the walls of a house:

this wall gets the weather
January pic of the wall we began first in Aug 2006. A learning experience...

One pile becomes another, more useful one.  As one diminishes, the other grows.  Is it true that each pile made from an older pile must ideally have a more practical function than it’s predecessor?  This is true in the house-building analogy, but does it apply to other situations?

Like government…..

I’m reading the third book of a trilogy by Stieg Larsson, journalist & editor-in-chief of Expo Magazine, born 1954 in Sweden.  He’s most recently become internationally famous as the writer of said trilogy, and the creator of the series’ brutal, indestructible (though oddly fragile) character of Lisbeth Salander.  Here’s an excerpt from his bio in the third book, entitled “The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest”:

“[Stieg Larsson} was one of the world’s leading experts on anti-democratic, right-wing extremist and Nazi organisations [who] was often consulted on that account.  He died suddenly and unexpectedly in November 2004, soon after delivering the manuscripts for three crime novels to his Swedish publisher. … Tragically, Larsson did not live to see the phenomenon his work has become.”

The lead Male character in Mister Larsson’s trilogy (Mikael Blomkvist) is clearly autobiographical.  Blomkvist’s  (and, we assume, Larsson’s former) vocation could be described as follows:  to sort with intention through piles and piles of information to find a heretofore hidden story.  With that story he can then reveal what is rotten (scandal), thereby beginning the disposal (heads roll, carreers end) and re-building process.

As in Watergate.  The re-building process is, in most cases, designed to make an investigative journalist’s job more difficult the next time.  So, for this reason, the process becomes cyclical – in other words, the pile of [information, intentions, materials], will always eventually need to be dismantled, and piled anew in a more useful way.

I’m going to muck around with this more in subsequent posts.

Meantime, a pic of the pile of house in its fourth year:

2 years in - we began August 2006
finishing the east wall in fall 2008
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Signs of Season’s turning

Summerfolk 2010 is over now, the last of the stages are being dismantled and taken back to storage for another year.  We, the people who volunteered, performed, rehearsed, danced, drank, ate, and jammed all night in the campgrounds and at the performer’s hotel are now permitted to emerge (by slow increments) into the idea of autumn.

The third weekend in August, for those of us who live here (and hundreds of others who come annually from afar) is a rite of passage.  The anchoring of summer’s turning.  Without it, we would feel cheated.  This year there was yet another night added the Thursday before – a brilliant showcasing of excellent musicians who live and play here in five different venues in our tiny downtown core (Owen Sound:  population 22,000, these past thirty years).  Every venue was packed – with LOCAL FOLK, who hopped from bar to bar, coffee place to coffee place, buying cds, listening, singing, stomping, clapping, whistling… it reminded me of anytown Quebec, where people actually meet in public on a regular basis.

It was grand.  The entire week before, I got to play with my new friend and excellent fiddler, Jocelyn Pettit, who ventured here from Squamish BC.  Honoured to do so.  Jocelyn is a girl to watch – I’ve never met a more centred, clear-headed almost-16-year-old.  Actually – she’s ageless, in those terms.  She knows exactly what it is that she wants to be doing.  And she’s doing it.

More to come, likely some pics too.  In the meantime, I’ll attend to the time spread out ahead of me now – this last pause of August, in which I’m permitted to dream of great things to come, with the Otherfolk/Summerfolk soundtrack playing on loop in the back of my mind.

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Coon tale

We’d been wondering where she was coming from – like clockwork every day at twilight, as close as 10 yards from us, 1 yard from the cats.  She’d watch us, back hunched, as her delicate hands felt for peanuts on the rock.  Curious, about us.

Turns out she, and her five progeny live in the northeast soffit of our house.  Hmmm.  Is this ok?  For just this litter?  For just this one time?

It’s June 1st, and I’ve just returned from Toronto and a visit to the zoo there.  “One of the better zoos in the world”, a young biology student/staff member said to us, “but there’s always the question as to whether these animals would be better left alone in the wild….”.  She wanted to ‘change the zoo thinking from within’, and find some more appropriate & mutually benevolent ways to connect human beings with the rest of the living mammalian world.

In any case, our coon is way ahead of her.  And for now, we are content to share house.

Next year, however, she’ll likely find the way blocked.

House-mate? Is this ok?