My neighbour came by yesterday to check on our ‘studio’ progress.  Finally, we have the foundation completed and are just awaiting the energy to go get 30 sheets of plywood.  It is not a chore I am looking forward to.

He just stared at the joists and the posts and the squareness and level of it all. After a long and appreciative pause, he said, “Geez, Dave, you are starting to do work like Roger!”

It was a compliment.

Roger is a mutual friend who does everything perfectly and then does it again with reinforcement so it is done even more perfectly – just to make sure.  Roger is a perfectionist.  If 1/4 inch steel and one bolt is enough, Roger employs 1/2 inch steel and four bolts.  And then he worries that it will be strong enough.  He built his dock so strongly, I was compelled to say, “Geez, Roger, The Spanish Armada wasn’t built that strong.  Only an American Aircraft carrier is built stronger.  Sheesh!”

I immediately regretted my statement.  Roger started to worry about an aircraft carrier tying up to his dock.  It might not be strong enough.

To have my work compared to Roger’s is both a tribute and a worry.  Am I getting obsessive?  Was that extra bolt and steel plate overkill? 

And therein lies the problem with getting better at building…………..when in doubt about something we say, “Hmmmm…….what would Roger do?”

Some people say, “What would Jesus do?”  Not us.  (Jesus would hire a contractor.)  We ask what would Roger do if the matter had anything to do with strength and durability.  If it is a question of skill and finesse, we ask, “What would Gary do?”  And, if the problem is unusual and needs a creative and outside-the-box-type solution, we ask, “What would Doug do?”

These three guys are our models, our shining examples, our quasi-mentors.  They are not our real mentors because they don’t mess with our little projects.  They are too busy with their own to notice us toiling in their shadows admiring them like groupies.

We try to keep a distance which, by the way, we prefer.  The other day Doug was going by and seeing us at work, he turned his boat and headed in to visit us.  “Oh, God!  Oh, God! Sal!!  Doug is coming!!!”

Sal didn’t hesitate.  She placed a piece of ply over a sloppy bit.  I quickly put a board in place to cover another.  We looked around and, together, freaked!  “Ohmygawd.  He’ll say it will fall down.  He’ll say we didn’t do something we should have.  Oh God!”  We trembled in anticipation of his scrutiny.

Doug looked everything over like he was the president of the company and we were temporary interns with more than a few developmental challenges.  “Well, he said, ya don’t need those braces, ya know….the ply will tie it all together.  they were unnecessary.” We hung our heads.  Ashamed at the profligate bracing.  Sheer gilding.  He was on the verge of offering up more observations but, over the years, has come to accept that we are hopeless and so just wrapped up everything with, “Well, it only has to last twenty or so years, right?  Not like this is Europe, eh?  Now they make things to last!  This should do ya, I think.  We can only hope, eh?”

Sal and I breathed a sigh of relief.  This was high praise indeed. For him. We beamed at his over-the-top compliment.

But Doug, my neighbour, Roger, Gary.  They can’t help it.  Neither can we.  The thing (healthy) people don’t really understand is that, once you have turned your hand to building, you can’t go anywhere without looking at the standard of construction.  We visit people and, instead of seeing a nice tapestry or piece of art, we look to see if the corners of the room are square.  We drag our feet to feel the floor surface.  We check out the construction.  And Sal is just as bad as I am.  “I saw you looking at that corner.”

“Yeah, I know.  I can’t help it.  It was off a bit, ya know?  I could see that the line was out.  They fudged it to get it to come together.”

“I know.  Saw it the second I walked in.  Roger would have fainted.  Doug would have snorted in derision and I think Gary would have gone to his truck and gotten his tools.  He would have torn it out and fixed it!”

“Good idea!  Should we………..?”

Sal goes postal today.  But the weather is good and I have plenty to do by myself.  And it is a beautiful day.

But not for working hard.  Not today.  For the most part, we try to work together whenever there is some kind of potential danger such as when falling trees or even working with heavy and awkward stuff.  It’s safer.  Sal keeps the first aid kit close by.  Without Sal nearby with the bandages, I stick to the lesser challenges these days.

Plenty of guys work alone falling or blasting or building or fishing or whatever and I respect that.  But I am simply not experienced enough in that kind of work or even confident enough in my own abilities to push it anymore.

Well, better put: I am experienced enough at pushing it and I have plenty of scars reminding me not to do so anymore.

Today will be filled with the small, leave-it-to-when-Sal-isn’t-here list of chores.  I started with the dishes.  Maybe change the oil in the genset.  Then I may go add some trim to something.  You know, basically just putz?

I mention this because these are the best days of all.  Well, the very best days of all are when Sal is here and we are both just putzing at things together.  Even if we are working on separate things, it is all good.  But second best is when I am just putzing around on small, easy things that are unlikely to inflict bodily harm. I sometimes even do something artsy.  And I sit a lot, looking out at the sea.  Watching stuff.  So much easier on the back.  And there is no blood loss to speak of.  Usually.

Mind you, I have been in shorts for the last few weeks and the ‘shorts’ season is also the season of blood.  One tends to forget that old skin tears more easily and the nerve endings have also been somewhat dulled with age.  Typically, at the end of the day, I walk back home from some chore with blood-covered legs and red streaks on all my clothes.  Colourful, to say the least.  But it is only surface scrapes.  Doesn’t mean anything.  Sal used to shriek but now she is used to it.  The first aid kit is not wasted on small cuts and scrapes.

No, today is just a good day to be.  And so I am off and being.  See ya.

I have a tendency to trip down the philosophical path now and again.  It is not good philosophy – it is just my philosophy and I make a lot of it up as I go.  It is just questioning, really.  Fertile imagination mixed with a little paranoia and even less education makes for thoughts, opinions, ideas and not just a few whacked out theories.  I thought I might float one by you………

WHY I THINK OF REVOLUTION……

We have our ways of doing things.  We all have.  And those ways, when managed cooperatively, become organized into teams, clubs, societies, companies, countries, religions and the like.  And, of course after a time, they become established, confirmed, recognized and institutionalized.

And some progress is made.

When something becomes institutionalized, it becomes an entity in itself and harder to change.  And the longer the institution prevails, the stronger it becomes and the harder it is to change it.  Few institutions have a real renewal gene built in.  They are built to survive, not change.   And this can be a good thing when you are seeking standardization, efficiency and control of the progress you are making.

And who doesn’t love standardization, efficiency, control and progress?

(Unless you are the one being standardized and controlled)

The building block of these organizations is, of course, individuals.  And individuals are all different.  Not only are they different but they respond to environmental change much faster than does the institution.  It doesn’t take long for the individuals to become out of sync with the institution they work for and or believe in.  In year one when say, 85% of the people involved felt much the same way, only 30% of the people might feel that way 25 years later.

But institutions are built to survive.  And so are people.  So the institution bribes them to stay the course.  We all get paid or promoted or tenured or pensioned or whatever it takes to re-instill some commitment to the institution.  NOT the goals of the institution but the institution itself.

And therein lies part of the problem.  The individual eventually no longer believes in the survival of the institution if the institution has forgotten or diminished it’s ideals or goals. Instead the employees put their faith in the money they are given so that they can survive.  In other words: they sell out.

Typically, an institution starts with a visionary.  These people are dedicated, driven, focused and usually morally and ethically (for their times) girded for the battles they encounter achieving success for their dream.  George Washington, Martin Luther King, the Beatles.  And, God bless ’em for those innovations.

But the idealists eventually need help and they hire people and then the originators, initiators, founders and dreamers die and so the remaining people stay the course not out of faith but because they are paid.  This new generation of institution-keepers stay the course because of money and for the sake of their own survival rather than the higher aims of the original founders.

There is another inherent weakness built into the institutional construct.  Life, circumstances, fashions, conditions and times will change.  And eventually some people won’t want to be standardized anymore regardless of the money (or, perhaps, they were left out in the first place or outsourced and downsized afterwards).  If they can’t thrive and survive any longer, the people will give up on the istitution altogether.

So far, our idealism in the western way of life has been eroded considerably  but money is still flowing and is still king.  People are surviving even if they are not thriving.  But it is also true, right now, that a lot of our people are barely surviving and almost all are not thriving in the least. Hell, even a suburban cul-de-sac dweller doesn’t feel as if he/she is thriving.  ‘Live to work or work to live?’  The system has left the poor in the dust and is now leaving the middle class bogged down in the mud.  That is now the plight of the majority of the people.

I think.

When neither idealism, survival or thriving is possible, the institutions lose their followers.  I think we see that happening now.  And then, inevitably, the people will really want to affect change.  They will rebel.  They want a revolution.  They need a revolution.

These people are problems for the too-big-to-fail institutions and so the institutions have rules and laws and police and other means of controlling those who are contrary.  Homeland Security?  Really!?  Keeping us secure from whom?

At this point, it is just a numbers and scheduling game.  Are the majority still thriving and surviving?  Or not?

And I think we are close to declaring it:  NOT!

Mostly the institutions aren’t stupid.  They know that a bit of change will salve the savage breast.  At least long enough to maintain the status quo for those still doing well.  So they have annual general meetings to appoint new directors or they have institutionalized and managed minor change mechanisms to give the appearance of change.  CEOs and board members come and go.  We have elections.  Popes change.  New Stanley Cup champions emerge.  The system  definitely knows how to make the appearance of change.

And yet the institutions (when looked at in the larger view they form the ‘system’) remains the same.  Such is the staying power of institutions and the system.

How is this inertia possible?  How can these Frankensteins continue?

The answer is simple: carrots, sticks and drugs.  OK, maybe a little rock and roll, too.   

The carrot is the dream of ‘making it’ and ‘being rich and successful’. That rarely, if ever, happens.  Money cannot buy happiness and, when it does a good simulation, you still need health and friends and a healthy planet.  The carrot is enough to keep some people in line but it is really not enough and they eventually come to realize that.  The stick, on the other hand, will keep most people in line a lot longer.  Police, laws, fines, lawsuits, Homeland Security and other means of intimidation work.  For awhile, anyway.  Right now the government has stopped holding out the carrot but have begun to emphasize the stick.

But neither is as effective as the drugs.  The drugs will work forever.  Media, entertainment, drugs, booze, TV, whatever takes your mind away from the reality of the situation – that is the most effective way to control the people.  The more time we spend ‘entertained’, the less likely it is that we will revolt.  It is that simple.

The game changer may be the social media.  It is currently quite apart from the system.  Twitter is becoming the voice of the people.  And it has already been employed in revolution.  See Arab Spring.

The carrot is rotten.  The stick can’t control the social media.  Not yet, anyway.  But the drugs persist.

I wonder how it will all play out.

Aaaaah.………my daily soapbox………….“So, what’s happenin’, Dave?”

Nothin’ much.  Ran out of wood.  Going to get some more today.  May have also managed to purchase some doors for the studio on Craigslist.  Can’t pick ’em up til next week, tho.  So, I started in on the winter wood-getting in the meantime.  Things are rolling along.  It’s all good.

But I am trying for deeper thoughts and well, coming up a bit short…………

Is there a deep thought about the BC election?  I don’t think so.  The incumbent is an airhead, a disingenuous, self-centred imbecile who talks and acts like Sarah Palin without the sex appeal.  Our slated-to-win guy is a wishy-washy doormat who only has to remain silent to win and he can’t seem to do that.  Our only real leadership-charisma-type contender is as old as Methuselah and attracts neo-Nazis and pervs to his camp.  And my personal favourite can’t seem to punch her weight class.  Sort of the Tinkerbelle of politicians.

I don’t see a worthy out there.

Where is a good Hun when you need one, eh?

I am intrigued by the social media phenomena, tho.  Seems only 2 billion of us are currently connected.  Basically, the first world.  The remaining 5 billion are slowly coming on stream and then the world will be able to be person-to-person connected.  Experts predict a major sea change in the world at a certain point.  Institutions, governments, economies will change even more so than they have already.  We are still in the first decade of the new Digital Age.

The revolution, it seems, is happening after all.  Just didn’t see it happening this way.  Ones and zeros!  Ooohh…..wheeee!

Or is it?  With this kind of world-changing technology comes revolution to be sure, but it also seems to bring homogenization.  We may become closer but also more the same.  Are we revolting against our cultures and institutions just to embrace a new social construct of sameness?  And a great dumbing down?  Will we replace what passes for different national cultures for the universality of celebrity and the flash-moment or ADHD of thinking?

Kinda looks that way, don’t you think?

I am also feeling like another shoe is about to drop.  I can’t explain it…..not really………..just feels like another big WORLD SCALE shock is about to happen………….call me paranoid.  I had an inkling about the crash of 2008.  That one was not so much predictable in it’s precise timing as simply inevitable.  It was obvious, really.  You could see the economy getting out of whack from about 2003/4 on.  At least I thought I could.

But this next one is much more intuitive……..can’t place it…………can’t describe………just a feeling………….ya know?

Well, there have been four or more years of quantitative easing that has not yet manifested (officially) as inflation and that doesn’t make sense.  And then there was the huge drop in Gold right out of the blue……………that doesn’t make much sense unless……there are countries on the brink and they have reserves they may dump but……………….that would be trackable.  And it wasn’t.

And then there are countries who seem to have an investment in freedom and liberal social structures going all jack-boot on us like Harper and the US, Britain and France.  Cut social programs and clamp down on freedoms seems to be the rage.  Free societies are getting less free.  That seems to be a popular but weird turn of events.

I guess what I am saying is that weird change is in the air and I feel it.  But I don’t know where to look for more details.

Could it be that the two or three seemingly unrelated concepts described above are truly, deeply connected?  The accelerating ‘connectivity’ of the masses and the increasing clamping down of the governments led by increasingly incompetent so-called leaders that we don’t respect any more?  Is this the invisible pressure I feel?

Or is it just the running out of wood when I did?  I do have a tendency of taking small personal experiences and trying to extrapolate universal lessons from them.  It’s a bit whacked.

Choosing a cabin site is really two questions; where in the world (or, in my case, BC) would you choose to be and, of course, where on your selected property would you place the cabin?  So much of that is subjective that I’ll keep it short. I am only mentioning it at all because so many of my friends have asked me to look out for a ‘certain kind of site’ for them.  That ‘certain kind’ likely represents what is typically desired when contemplating cabin locations.

Firstly, I am Canadian and I know Canada.  Some.  And I know BC much better than most other provinces.  Having said that and, in my humble-but-biased opinion, the only provinces to seriously consider having a cabin in are BC, PEI and Nova Scotia.  My favourite, BC, is far and away the most temperate.  At least around the Gulf of Georgia or what we are now calling the Salish Sea.

I have ruled out huge swathes of Canada due to the bug count.  The prestigous ‘lakes’ region of Ontario is probably the largest area of free protien in the world.  If you are a bird with a taste for bugs!  And, trust me, a lot of the other provinces are close in that category.  If the bug count matters to you, stay on the coast.

But the Gulf of Georgia in BC is, in my opinion, the best.  The rest of the province (and the country) can and does get as severe a winter as our ‘eskimos and polar bears’ reputation suggests.  40 below zero is not an unusual number to read about in any place in Canada but the coasts and the Gulf.  And the Gulf often goes the entire winter without more than a couple of weeks with below freezing temperatures.  If temperate is what you want, then the Gulf of Georgia is where you want to be.

People like water front.  I do, too.  But, truly?  It is not as necessary as you might think.  Canada does not allow upland owners to own the beach.  Beach is public.  So that means you can access any beach at any time (if there is an access point or you have a boat).  What you really want (if you are an ocean watcher like me) is a water view.  And a clear, unobstructed water view property is significantly less money to buy.  I know of one couple that is probably two miles from the beach and can see clearly over the water to the nearest town 25 miles away.  They have a lovely view to enjoy every day.

In Canada, you want to face south.  You need the sun.  This is not Arizona where you need to get away from the sun.  This is Canada and the further north you go, the more you covet the sun.  In the winter, for sure.  Face south.

You need water.  Most of the Gulf receives about 60 inches of rain a year or more.  You can catch and store rain water but a stream or some other small source is usually pretty reliable.  Sadly, much of the Gulf Islands have water problems.  That is because they are basically just huge rocks and rocks don’t absorb and store a lot of water.  But it is also because the islands are popular and what water resource is there is fully utilized by the people.  Frankly, I’d advise finding a property that has it’s own water source and the locally organized water-sewer-grid is one to avoid.  Too expensive.

Arable soil is not in abundance.  But there is some.  It tends to be ‘back-in’ from the coast in clefts and small areas.  With the exception of a few valleys on Vancouver Island (Saanich peninsula, Cowichan, Comox, Strathcona), large tracts of good soil are somewhat hard to come by.  But a few acres here and there are still findable.  Typically cabin dwellers are not the same people as full-on farmers so you’ll likely have enough dirt for a vegetable garden.  We do.  Barely.

I think the most important factors when choosing a site are access and neighbours.  Most neighbours are great.  But some aren’t.  Do a bit of research.  You don’t want to be living next door to the unlicensed shooting range of the poor, paranoid nut-bar who spends his day in camo and keeps adding to his tattoo collection.  It can get a bit disconcerting at the very least.

And access is an issue.  Even though you are wanting to be off the grid, off the radar and off on your own, you will still need to get places and have some people get to you.  We live two hours travel from the nearest town.  It feels further because we travel by boat, car and then catch a ferry.  We definitely feel as if we are way, way off the grid.  But some people on another island have to take a ferry to another island to then catch that ferry.  They are not off-the-grid so much as on-the-ferry.  Takes them longer to get to town but much of the time is spent waiting in the ferry parking lot.  That loses it cachet rather quickly.

Seriously consider access.

Property values fluctuate hugely.  There was a beautiful piece just down the way with everything anyone would want in a five acre lot except it was not waterfront.  Stunning views, tho.  It was only 75 yards away but it was not waterfront.  They couldn’t give it away.  I’ve seen small pieces moldering in shadows with nothing going for them get a big price because they had waterfront.  So,  prices aren’t always logical in my opinion.

You really have to get to know the area before taking a leap.

Like the post on generators, this one only touches the surface of the topic.  If anyone wants additional information about my area, please contact me by e-mail.

A reader asked about generators.  But the topic is huge.  There is so much to know.  I won’t attempt to address anything but the most basic this time.  If people want to know more, I’d be happy to elaborate in an e-mail.

There really is no such thing as the very best generator.  Some, of course, are better than others but the definition of best has to include a lot of criteria such as price, noise, portability, voltage, fuel and purity of power, just to name a few that come readily to mind.  Bottom line when it comes to generators: you need three of them.

Caveat – bear in mind that I live completely off-the-grid but I live a modern comfortable lifestyle.  There is usually only my wife and me and we have pared our electrical requirements much leaner than we did before when we lived on the grid.  We reduced our electrical requirements partially by revising our habits and partially by using propane appliances.  The house is only 1200 square feet but I have several small outbuildings, a funicular and lots of tools.  We are NOT the same as everyone else but, I think, we are reasonably ‘normal’ in our power needs.

Probably the most useful generator, for me, is the Honda EU2000.  Yamaha has a comparable one and so do many others manufacturers from Subaru to weird Chinese brands but the Honda and Yamaha seem to have the best reputations around here.

The EU series produces ‘inverter’ power meaning – for the most part – that the power is ‘clean’ enough to use with computers.  In reality, you are unlikely to fire up a generator to power something as small as a computer but a lot of products these days have computer chips (dishwashers, washing machines, etc.) and so having an inverter-series is safer for your appliances.  But significantly more expensive.  You can buy a generator twice the size (Honda EM5000) for the same money and, if you have a separate inverter for the house (which you should), that should do fine.

The main benefit of the Honda 2000 for me, though, is portability.  I can carry the thing all over the property and take it to the work rather than taking the work to the shop.  As soon as you are generating 3000 watts or more, the generator gets too heavy to carry easily. Especially on hilly terrain.

The second genset you need is one ‘sized’ right for the houseload.  But do not make the mistake of adding up the power requirements of all your appliances (there should be a label on them giving the specs) and letting that determine the size of the genset.  Doing that ‘addition’ thing is the usual advice from the experts and they are wrong!  In reality no one has all their lights and appliances on at any one time – especially in an off-grid situation.  Just think about what you might be using at the same time (and then add the water pump.  It kicks on whenever it feels like it!).

Sally and I can – generally speaking – get away for weeks on end with running only the Honda EU2000 for a few hours a day to charge our batteries.  But that is partly because we have solar panels and a wind generator to add juice to the battery bank.  Which means the Honda and the battery bank together get us through the day.  Without the battery bank or the alternative energy sources, a 1200 square foot house might need all of 5000 watts.  To be on the safe side, I would recommend 7 – 10Kw with my inclination closer to the lower number.

The ‘house unit’ should be diesel or propane.  And if the fuel can be delivered, so much the better.  Fuel handling is an awful job.  And fuel spilling is worse than spilling milk. Diesel models run longer, as a rule, and propane is cheaper and cleaner than gasoline.  Most gensets run at 1800 rpm or 3600 rpm.  And, to my mind, the 1800 rpm units are way better.

Always go liquid-cooled if you can (but you can’t in the small sizes).  They are quieter and generally run better.  In this category, you are looking at Yanmar first, maybe Kubota.  There are lots of good small diesel generators but stay away from the cheap Chinese brands.  They simply don’t last.

I have an Isuzu-powered 15Kw house generator and it is way too big.  15Kw is total overkill.  But the Isuzu is a good engine.  And I bought it second or third hand so it wasn’t very expensive.

If I was to buy a new house generator, it would likely be a Honda 5/6/7 Kw unit converted to propane.  It would not, however, be the best unit.  But it would be the least expensive-but-still-reliable unit burning petroleum products. And I think that any longer term planning has to consider that fuel will become more of an issue as the years go by.  Put another way: I wouldn’t invest heavily in gas/diesel burning infrastructure.  The ubiquitous ‘they’ will have something better soon.  I hope.

Like many technologies, improvements in generating power are incremental.  And the latest improvements include co-gen plants.  Co-gen basically means ‘very efficient’ use of the energy used.  Cogen plants make electricity and capture the heat for household hot water and such as well.  Plus they are ‘inverter’ types that save a bit of fuel by adjusting for demand.  Yanmar makes a 7 and a 10 kw co-gen plant that is ideal if you are starting from scratch.  AND I am pretty sure it can run on propane.

But, as a retrofit, it is likely impractical.

Finally, you need a third one.  A back-up.  Any good, basic 5Kw genset will do.  Even a good-running Coleman or a Generac will do in a short term pinch.  Generators are machines and they break.  But, when you are off the grid and your main genset breaks, you need to get back on to the e-grid at the very least if, for no other reason, than to find a way to fix it. Plus, you will find that water pumps and battery chargers are needy little users and they demand their juice.  I don’t have a good third one, but it is on the list.

If you are a welder, you will need more power than 5Kw.  If you are going to work at something in a shop all day long, you may need a different amount again.  If you can’t get propane, then all your power needs will be greater than ours as we use propane for the fridge, hot water, cooking and the freezer.  And, so it goes…………..different power needs for different folks.

Having said all that, the biggest tip for those who have yet to make the leap is to design the whole system from the very start so that all components are compatible with each other – and logical for where you plan to be – doing what you plan to do.  There is no sense in having a huge battery bank with a small charger.  There is no sense getting off the grid, in fact, if you don’t employ some solar panels (They are marvelous in the summer in our location with no need for the generator most days).  And there is no sense at all in buying a propane generator just to find that you have to haul in the stuff in 20 pound tanks.  That will become your hobby whether you want it to or not.

System design is not about brand name.  It is about use.  It is about fuel types and it is about reliability and flexibility.  So – the teeny bit on generators?  Start with the whole system design first.  The genset is only a small part.

Oddly, Chocolate snake and the vertically challenged transsexual didn’t make a blip in the stats.  I guess my sense of deviance is off the mark.  Maybe snakes and midgets are all the norm these days?  I dunno.  Weirdos want more than I can give, I guess (not that there is anything wrong with that!).  I am tempted to give it another shot but, if I do, I think I am playing too recklessly with the definition of off the grid.

“Hey, Dave!  What kinda grid did you slip off of, anyway?”

Might be time to rein it in a smidge and just roll out another political rant-blog before I go back to whales and ravens.  I feel the need to vent.

All five of the living presidents met at the opening of the GW Bush library the other day.  Apparently he has the largest collection of Archie Digests and Marvel Comics ever!  Two of the presidents were named Bush.  What are the odds, eh? GW suggested at the time that he would encourage Jeb, his brother, to try to make it a trifecta.  What are the odds of that, eh?  No, seriously….WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!???

One thing is for sure: the Bush family does not seem to face the same 300 million-to-one gamble of becoming president that every other American faces.

By the way, this criticism of the rigged democracy we seem so enamoured with is not limited to the Bush family or Baby and Papa Doc Duvalier and other nepotistic dynasties.  Canada just entered (more obviously than in past) the cynical sweepstakes by anointing Justin Trudeau to the leadership of the Liberal Party.  The man who has done nothing.  Ever.  The man who had his father’s eulogy written for him so that he could make a debutante-like unveiling of himself on TV.  We now have the son of a charismatic leader now long dead as the leader of a major party.

Gee, Canada does seem to follow the States in so many ways…………(see also the Phillipines, North Korea, India, etc.)

We will get another Trudeau as prime minister someday.  I can feel it in my gut.

The US may get another Bush, too.

But nepotism isn’t the only flaw.  In Canada we have a system that doesn’t allow the elected reps to speak or vote for their constituents or their conscience.  They do what they are told by the leader of the ruling party.  Our elected officials are virtually muppets.  In effect, we have chosen a rotational dictatorship.

Here’s another flaw: Our provincial NDP party, likely destined for power after the upcoming election, has a policy that does not allow it to endorse men anymore – not unless they are already incumbents.  A ‘new’ man wanting to represent his constituency under the NDP banner isn’t welcome.  It’s the penis, it seems.  Vagina good.  Penis bad.

In politics, natural selection is anything but democratic.

I once vied for a nomination.  I lost out to a doofus who simply mouthed the party platform.  Seems my ad-libbing, tho, was good enough for the party elites to ask me to run in another area.  “We want you to run in another constituency…you OK with that?  We’ll pay all your expenses, give you support.”

“I can’t do that!  How is there any integrity at all in doing that?  How can I stand up in front of people whose issues are unknown to me and promise to represent them?  How can I be a stranger and do a good job?”

“Never mind all that.  If you get in, you will get a salary and a pension.  Think about it!”

Bottom line: the party system is undemocratic.  It pre-selects candidates and thus limits the voters choice to one of two ‘elites’.  We are supporting a very flawed system.  We should fix it.

There should not be a party system.  Let independents get elected and let them make temporary alliances on issues when they genuinely agree or have something in common.

OK.  Thanks.  Weight temporarily lifted off my chest.  Whew!  Ravens and whales to follow.  Maybe some stuff about building.  Dunno yet.  I am tempted to do some product endorsement………………wanna hear opinions about gensets?  Solar panels?  Tools?  How to choose a location for a cabin?        

I don’t often report on the blog but, forgive me this time, please, as I am going to.

My blog is a three time-a-week affair now and, of course, the numbers were expected to drop as a consequence.  And they have.  But so did the service provider and that didn’t help ratings at all.  My page-carrier fell off the working-duty roster when it got hacked a week or so ago and my blog and a whole bunch of other web-based small businesses went down.  No more Mr. Nice guy-in-the-woods.  I was inadvertently incognito for almost week.

Such is life.  No one needs this blog.  It is just a hobby.  But – damn! – I felt disconnected all of a sudden.  I felt like I was somehow lost.  Lonely, to be sure.  No comments came in.  No one wrote.  The numbers (stats) fell off like I had bird flu.  It felt awful.  So, I did what any blogger over 60 would do, I called my son and asked him to fix it.

And he did.  But in the process, I learned more about the site’s statistics.  I learned that 80% of my readers are from the Canada and spread in a diminishing concentration to as far away as Nova Scotia.  Newfies and Nunavites have resisted jumping on the bandwagon so far.  Disappointing but understandable.  So has the Yukon.  That is because they live this off-the-grid-kinda way, too.  Most of the balance of readers are from the US, as you would expect, but there are people in Europe, China, Hong Kong, New Zealand and, get this: PERU!

Now, honest to God, I like Peruvians.  Why not!?  Machu Pichu, llamas, coffee……what’s not to like?  But why would a Peruvian read about Dave and Sally?  So: If you are that lone Peruvian, please write and make a connection.

I also learned that the average reader spends a minute and 44 seconds on the page.  And that the vast majority come directly from a Google search or ‘bookmark’ familiarity rather than by referral from another site.  The only site that has a noticeable referral rate is A VINTAGE GREEN  (http://www.avintagegreen.com) which has nothing really to do with living off the grid except J & S are our friends.  J has a quite a list of blogs she likes and OTG is one of them.

I’ve had as many as 1300 readers in a day but it wasn’t ever due to my writing appeal.  I inadvertently used a term that attracted some weirdos.  Some phrase that was accidentally used having a kinky meaning in some underground milieu.  Something, perhaps, a smidge less bizarre than this following example:

“I chicken-wrung the big black snake, covered it in chocolate and put it on the trapeze with the naked, transsexual midget for later display at the monastery”.

That sentence alone will likely increase my readership by 100% today.  I may even be able to add a few new countries.

And I will get advertisements for organ enlargement.

The internet is a marvelous thing.

Ex-Wwoofer and his new wife came to visit.  They are from Japan.  It was very good to see Leo again with his lovely partner.  They were very gracious and a lot of fun.  Seems Leo has been talking about our place for the last few years to anyone in Japan that will listen.  And his new wife listened.  So, they came.  Vancouver, our house, Hawaii.  Kind of a honeymoon with a hiccup in the middle.

Leo is an intelligent young man trying to find the right place for himself in Japan while, at the same time, feeling a pull towards Canada and living like we do.  He would rather live in a log cabin, I think, than in a 300 square foot apartment in Tokyo. He’d rather see wolves and whales than Toyotas and Hondas.  In Tokyo he works twelve to fourteen hours a day in the office of a big company and then, of course, commutes an hour or so to do that.  And it is not satisfying him.  He is one of those Japanese who is not comfortable as a ‘Company Man’.  So, he is searching.

I, of course, suggest crazy, off-the-wall, Gaijin-thinking and I am sure it just serves to add to his confusion but really, I can’t see anyone who is healthy and smart spending their youth like so many young Asians seem to……………..Well, I suppose……………how so many young people are obliged to these days.

This urbanization trend/movement/migration is an international phenomena not peculiar to Asia. Young people all over the world are leaving the small villages for the jobs offered in the city.   It may seem logical but, in the long run, I think it will overstress the cities and all those who go there.

And, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  Sometime.

So, naturally, that makes me think of going in the opposite direction.  And we did.  If everyone is going to the city, it must be wrong!  If it is not wrong now, it soon will be.  If it isn’t sooner, then it is later.  That is how your basic contrarian thinks and I am basically pretty much a contrarian.  I think Leo is, too.  And I suspect that our Leo will do something rash like apply to come to Canada…………or something…………..

The search for meaning, eh?  To live just for the sake of life is not enough it seems.  The human condition includes a need for meaning, a purpose, a goal, an overarching plan that we think we can get our heads around.

I don’t think we can.  The picture is too big.

In the end we will have simply contributed in some small or large way to the legacy that is our species.  We will have added our bit to the pile.  Like ants that take leaf cuttings, we are not fully cognizant of the piling or the process, we are just there to do our part as best we can.  And, if you are a smart ant, you enjoy it right from the get-go.  If you are not such a smart ant, you keep looking for just the right leaf in just the right place and then you go for that one hoping you will be happy when you get that one to the pile.

That is what I did.  And it worked.  I lucked out.  My advice to Leo:  If you can’t be smart, you had better be lucky.   

Despite my antipathy for the city, I do end up there now and then.  And then is now.  We are in Victoria for Sal’s mom’s 85th birthday.  My wonderful son and his equally  wonderful partner are also here and so we get to enjoy two visits for the price of one drive.

And yes, we bring the dogs.

On the face of it we are just doing what families do.  Visit.  Eat.  Leave.  Hugs sprinkled liberally.  A few laughs.  But, in truth, we are primarily, if not unconsciously, marking time.   This visit is yet another milestone.

I don’t mean ‘keeping time’ or ‘suffering’ time but I do mean, literally, marking time.  Keeping track.  My son is a bit older.  His partner is a bit older.  Their dog is a bit older.  And, of course, we are all marking the progress of time for each other.  It is normal.

But it becomes a smidge more poignant an exercise when you are celebrating some of the higher numbered birthdays.  Sal’s mom is the younger parent.  Her dad is pushing 90.

Marking time with them is a bit different.

Now, don’t get me wrong – those two old sticks are as vibrant and as full of life as ever.  It wasn’t two years ago the six of us were in Guatemala drinking Margaritas and driving about in a Land Rover.  Causing trouble.  We were never mistaken for revolutionaries but we got around.

Life not only goes on, it hasn’t let up.  We are all good to go to Mexico next winter.

But, at the same time, there is a realization that 90 year-olds don’t gad about quite as much.  The action part of their movie will settle down some. Soon.   And they feel the need to talk about it.  And so we do.

Talking about movies ending isn’t something we normally do.  That conversation is still relatively new.  We may be talking about getting older now and then but being old is a new conversation for all of us.  It feels a bit odd sometimes.   “So, I wonder which of you will want my collection of silver spoons, eh?”

It won’t be me.  Our age (Sal and I are in our 60’s) is one of non-acquisition for the most part.  We are no longer adding to the ‘stuff’ even if we are not yet at the stage of discarding it.  The silver spoons will have to skip a generation, I guess.

But I bring this all up because, even though we mark time all the time, we only notice we are doing so once in awhile.  And I am noticing it quite a bit on this trip.  That is what makes it a milestone.

My daughter-in-law (a nurse) added to the process.  “One of my patients is dying.  She’s your doppelganger, a veritable copy of you.  Even says similar phrases, uses similar sentence structure ,has the same sense of humour.  It’s weird”. 

“How old is she?”

” ‘Bout five years younger than you.  But she has lived a lot and we talk about life and stuff.  Kinda like you.”

Living off the grid is for me just a stage in my life.  I know that.  But it is a new and adventurous one.  Full of promise, full of tomorrows, full of future.  I tend to see our life stages like that.  Sal and I have done a lot and intend to do a lot still.  But this trip is a bit different.  This trip suggests that the stages are not limitless.  There are only so many.  I have been brought up a bit short by this visit.  We are on a highway that is about to end.

And I guess we are just seeing the signposts up ahead.