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Live radio performance:
“She Left Me For Jesus” – Hayes Carll
I can’t find it now but a few years back, I posted a graphic showing the forecast for December 24, 25 & 26 which all showed +4.
Today is along the same lines – we’re having double digit plus temperatures well into November and today might be the warmest day yet.
A couple friends on Facebook almost posted (independently) about how they’d never complain about having to cut the grass in November!
[Edit: Corrected title of post to say “…Draw Dicks Is American Hero” instead of “Draw Dicks In American Hero” which is a totally different meaning!]
Funny story about a brilliant runner who chooses routes that end up displaying as drawings of penises when mapped online.
(This runner also has a Tumblr where she draws other things besides dicks.)

When I worked downtown, I regularly walked around Wascana Lake during my lunch breaks. I guess my route occasionally looked like a penis if you imagine a pencil dick with really deformed balls. 😉

All in all, I’m still cautiously optimistic about Trudeau and hope he’ll continue an inclusive, positive, progressive approach. But whenever I feel like “Gee, am I suddenly a Liberal?” I think about one of the hundreds of articles I read in the run up to the election.
It looked at who the 10 richest families in Canada had given the most money to and without fail, they tended to give (relatively) equally to the Conservatives and Liberals in the thousands of dollars. For a couple donors on the prairies who also gave to the NDP, it was in the hundreds. Lesson? The NDP is a party that represents every day working people which is the *vast* majority of Canadians. The Conservatives and the Liberals are (still) the somewhat interchangeable parties of the rich elites of the country (including Justin Trudeau himself come to think of it.)
This “In An Empty Room” series from the Creative City Centre that I highlighted last week has lots of other great music you should check out…
“Squared Up” – Belle Plaine
It’s been a month since we lost our cat, Koko, very suddenly.
Although she seemed to have lost a bit of weight in the days preceding her death, we chocked this up to her being outside so much in the nice weather. She had otherwise been fine with no obvious symptoms of illness. But then, she got sick overnight, throwing up a couple different times then Shea found her in the morning, dead.
Shea and I are both from farm backgrounds so we’re not too likely to think of a pet as the equivalent of a child like many people do (was it Shea who raised a cow named “Steak” or did I just see that at a 4-H show in her hometown?) 😉
But it was a tougher loss than I expected – mainly because Koko was so young (6 years) and it happened so suddenly with no explanation or warning.
(Of course, as soon as it happened, it seemed everyone I talked to had a story of their own cats dying suddenly at an early age counter to my vision of cats being animals that always lived to be a fat, old balls of fur on a couch somewhere.)
Given that she vomited a few times in the night before she died, the most obvious explanation for Koko’s sudden death is poisoning (deliberate or accidental). But from reading online, it could also have been one of a dozen things that can cause sudden death in otherwise healthy seeming cats (anything from heart disease or pancreatitis like humans experience to cat-specific problems like hairballs or urinary blockages.)
The reality is that we’ll never know – an autopsy would’ve been expensive and time consuming and even if we found out it was poison, that still might not tell us if it was accidental or deliberate (and, if deliberate, who did it. She’s always been an outdoor cat – which is known to cut 2-3 years off the animal’s life – but we’ve never had any complaints or concerns with neighbours about her being out and many said they liked Koko’s visits.)
In a way, her quick passing is a blessing. We could’ve taken her to the vet when she first started throwing up on a Sunday night but that would’ve been expensive and maybe not saved her anyhow (as was the case with a co-worker who lost a cat who was around the same age as Koko but not before she spent $500+ on her.)
Although I feel like I’m betraying the cat-loving librarian stereotypes, we’re in no rush to get another pet, cat or otherwise. Although we loved Koko with her warmth and humour and mouse-catching abilities, there’s much we don’t miss – from cleaning out litter boxes to knowing we can now leave food on the counter unmolested for more than five minutes to not feeling tied down or facing an extra expense if we wanted to leave her for any extended period for a holiday or whatever.
The sad reality is also that one of the reasons you have pets is that it’s a good way to teach your kids about death. Shea and I had to wake up both kids and explain to them what had happened (Pace obviously understanding much more than Sasha) then they got to give her a final pet before we loaded her up and took her to my family farm where we buried her through a mixture of laughter (Shea playing “Old Rugged Cross” on her phone saying that it can’t be a funeral until you hear that song then following it up with “The Cat Came Back”) and tears.
RIP Koko.
Our new kitty, straight from Uncle Marsh’s farm…
Koko and Pace were best buddies…
Koko wasn’t too sure about our newest addition to the family when Sasha arrived but they had their moments…
It’s going to be tough setting up the Christmas tree this year without Koko’s “help”… 🙁

Although it looks somewhat like an outtake from the new Star Wars movie, there’s a very serious reality behind Lucify.com’s site that illustrates the flow of asylum seekers from Eastern Europe, Africa and the Middle East over the past three years. (via Reddit)
Colter Wall is a Saskatchewan musician who is getting a lot of attention lately, at least in part due to a positive mention by WWE/UFC superstar, Brock Lesnar who used a Wall song in a recent promo video as well as some of his music being included on the “Dog the Bounty Hunter” show.
Wall’s first album is a mix of Americana blues with hints of Hank Williams and Johnny Cash among others and it’s *very* good.
When you first hear Colter Wall’s music, it sounds like the spirit of another time reaching through the ether of our own to project its ghosts back into you. The video of the Saskatchewan native alone on stage playing the lead single off his new album Imaginary Appalachia, “Sleeping On The Blacktop,” to an empty room captures the aesthetic pretty well. – Full article.
In a way, it’s not fair to bring this up as it’s irrelevant to the quality of his music. But I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that Colter also happens to be the son of Saskatchewan Premier, Brad Wall.
“My goal is to just keep what I do and what my dad does entirely separate because they are,” he said. “People have been for the most part pretty decent about the whole thing and just accepting my music and deciding whether they like it or don’t like it entirely on the music and not on who my dad happens to be.”
That connection is interesting for a couple reasons – Brock Lesnar is a Minnesota farm boy whose brother lives in Saskatchewan and Lesnar has even indicated that he could see himself moving here someday. Lesnar and Premier Wall have interacted and you wonder if Mr. Wall put a bug in the wrestler’s ear about his son’s music?
The other interesting connection is that Colter is turning into a musical sensation which includes production, touring, performing and filming clips like the one below, shot at Regina’s Creative City Centre. Yet, Premier Wall is also notorious in some circles for his attacks on the creative industries, especially the cutting of funding to the film industry.
My post on those cuts from three years ago is still, to this day, the most viewed post ever on this blog by a factor of 10. It’s interesting that, although it’s mainly about the film industry in Saskatchewan, I tie it into the idea of family as well as the thought that my own son might be a future rock star with the right support and guidance.
Although he rightly wants to be judged on his own merits, let’s hope Colter can also help convince his dad of the importance of supporting art and artists which can be thought of as a renewable resource for the province.
“Sleeping on the Blacktop” – Colter Wall (The lyrics I excerpted in the title of this post are my best attempt to decipher Colter’s marbly delivery.)