Mar 11

Hello, I’m Steve Podborski

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That’s what I said to my beautiful wife when I I got to the bottom of the hill on Saturday.

This hill.

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Trixie, don’t mess up Aaron’s nice grooming job, and don’t try to eat his lunch.

Without falling.

That’s Williston Lake, and off to the left is the W.A.C. Bennett Dam. They are both pretty huge. The shack at the bottom is the power shed for the tow.

This is our ski hill.

This is from the other side.

This is from the other side of The Dam Run. Pretty clever, huh.

When we moved here, we heard about the volunteer-run ski hill. There is all kinds of stuff to keep yourself occupied in the summer around here, but the winter can get pretty dreary, so we decided to go to the AGM for the ski hill and see if we could help out.

Turns out we could.

Hello, my name is Chris, and I'll be your handle on the bum specialist today.

Hello, my name is Chris, and I’ll be your handle on the bum specialist today.

I know I have mentioned before how much I love this town that we live in, but I feel like I have to sing it’s praises a bit more. I have never lived anywhere with such community spirit and involvement. It’s a place that you just want to help out in. I look around all the time at people putting their heart into projects that benefit the whole community, and it makes me proud and happy to be here.

It’s a lot of responsibility to ensure that your community has a safe, fun place to spend their wintry weekends, so we were glad to be able to help out the amazing group of people that were running this club so smoothly.

Then we didn’t get any snow, and we lost hope. Oh, and Jenny is leaving, so that makes us sad too.

This is the last part of the beginner hill.

This is the last part of the hill that we named Darryl’s Elbow. Get it? I guess I should mention that without Darryl, this would not be here. Any of it.

Then, last week it snowed, and there was much celebration. Darryl, Aaron, and I went up to see a few inches of new powder on the hill, so we tuned up the lift and got it ready to open for the weekend. I was finally going to get to do some work at the hill when it was running. It was pretty spectacular.

This made everything worth it.

This made everything worth it.

At one point, we had seven kids going up the lift at one time, and I nearly wept with happiness. I’m almost crying now as I think about it. It’s hard for me to explain, but I think that being around people that give so much of themselves to a remote community really wears off on me. It’s a pretty amazing feeling when you are around them, and it’s not just the ski club. The town is full of groups that are trying to make a better place for themselves, and for the kids. Hockey, rec badminton, Rod and Gun Club, Book clubs, The Friends of Hudson’s Hope, Curling, and figure skating are a few that come to mind, but there are many more.

That’s pretty phenomenal for a town of around 1000 people that’s an hour from anywhere. I think these folks all deserve a pat on the back and a round of applause for their efforts, because in the end they are what brought us here, and also who make it easy to stay.

Here are a few of them. Notice they don't pose for photos properly. That's because they make the rules, not follow them.

Here are a few of them. Notice they don’t pose for photos properly. That’s because they make the rules, not follow them.

Now back to the title of this post.

At the end of Saturday, I strapped on the first set of skis to touch my feet in twenty years. I took three trips down the hill, and I didn’t fall once. Gerri was waiting for me at the bottom of the hill and told me that I looked like a natural, Steve Podborski was who came to mind. I guess because he was quite relevant the last time I was skiing.

When I first learned to ski, at Camborne Ski Club in the early 80s, I absolutely loved it. It was a little bigger than this is now, but it had the same, small town feel to it. The quiet, electric tow at our hill is much smoother than Kent Harper running the old rope tow in Camborne, but there was a charm to an old vehicle chassis with a makeshift wheel running a huge rope loop up a hill, that you don’t get nowadays. What with all the safety BS that’s around. I remember that if you didn’t grab fast enough, you could easily wear a pair of ski gloves out in a weekend. If you don’t believe me, or even if you do, check out This blog post that I found while researching.

Anyhow, over the next few years, we got a family membership to the Oshawa Ski Club, but I lost my love after Camborne shut down. By the time I hit high school, smoking and drinking took the place of everything else I loved as a kid. Sometimes I blame my dad for making us go all of the time, but in the end I’m sure I would have fell out of love with skiing on my own. Just like I did with hockey.

I'm afraid to go down The Energizer, even though the hydro poles have pads. Maybe next time.

I’m afraid to go down The Energizer, even though the hydro poles have pads. Maybe next time.

I’m falling back in love with it. Thank you, Hudson’s Hope.

Maybe hockey is next year. If I can find some old skates at the thrift store.

Birdman

P.S. Jenny is still leaving, so we are still sad. Our hopes are that she will miss us so much that her heart forces her to come back. At gunpoint, if need be.

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Mar 02

I’m Learning Stuff. Reluctantly

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So I have been working on a new blog that will talk about our ongoing lifestyle change. It’s going to be about the little things we are doing to get ready for when we can get an acreage and start the off-grid life we have been planning. It will also talk a lot about where we are coming from and the challenges people face when trying to change decades of programming by a rather uncaring society.

This has brought me to a sad conclusion.

I am not as computer literate as I had previously imagined myself.

I’m not saying that I dreamed myself into a life where I could hack corporate websites to give all the profits to the employees or anything, but I figured I had enough knowledge to be able to follow phone directions on what to search for to solve my problem.

I don’t.

It’s possible that it has more to do with my listening and memory skills than my programming ability, but even after all was said and done, I was on the WordPress forums with an improperly worded question that was probably stared at by a dozen people with blank looks on their faces.

Needless to say, I screwed up when I started Change The Topic. I was spending so much time with it, that I never dreamed of having more than one site, so it was never set up properly to accommodate multiple websites. Now I’m trying to do that, and it’s giving me grief.

I called GoDaddy to see what the problem was, and they found it, but it’s outside of their scope of business. I think they have people who do code and programming and all of that, but it isn’t included in the hosting fees, so being poor and also having nothing to do, I opted for learning it on my own. Brian was quite helpful though, as he did a search and found all kinds of help on the subject. He then told me what to search for and I typed it in before I got off the phone with him, so I would remember.

I should say that I partially typed it in.

As I was typing, a text came in from a friend who was bringing my new batch of worms up from Chilliwack, and I suppose that in the excitement, I didn’t finish the Google search.

Fuck you, self diagnosed ADD.

“installing wordpress into a su” was all that was there when I came back to the computer after getting the worms nestled away into their new bedding.

For the life of me I can’t remember what the rest of the search was, so now I’m waiting for someone to respond to my makeshift forum question.

And playing with my worms.

Birdman

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Feb 29

God Is Great, Grief Is Good, And Injuns Are Crazy

Originally published December 17th, 2012

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I’ve had a lot of things on my mind since last week. Newtown was one of them.

Yep, I’m taking the cheap post. I told myself that I wasn’t going to glorify it by even mentioning the occurrence, but it won’t leave me alone, so here we are.

The day after the killing, a friend of mine put this photo up on Facebook with the note: “Well said.”

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This was all it took. Hey, I’m not saying I don’t have issues.

Yep, that was all it was. I really like the guy, too, but at that moment I was just sickened by this shitty message. I didn’t even think about it. I copied it, then pasted it into the blog’s page with a caption about how disgusted I was with it. I then went and deleted him as a friend, because I couldn’t believe he would be so callous as to put this up after such a horrible tragedy. I’m a huge advocate of “If you don’t like me, delete me”, as opposed to I’m going to tell you how wrong you are, because you don’t share my views. Continue reading

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Feb 27

It’s Not All About Religion (But It Kind Of Is)

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As I was scrolling through Google+ this morning I saw some posts by women that are supporting Donald Trump.

That’s the punchline, folks

I can understand the ignorant, white trash, racist males, and possibly the mentally challenged, but I just thought that ladies were brighter than that.

I really wish that everyone was smarter than guacamole, but if we were, people like that would never have had the opportunity to make it into a political party, let alone lead the polls. I am not sure what led to the overall dumbing down of our society, but whatever it is, it needs to change.

I look at people like Sarah and Bristol Palin, who a lot of women seem to genuinely look up to, and I wonder how that came about. It truly shocks me when I think about it.

Take Bristol, for instance. She had a baby out of wedlock, while the whole Palin clan preached family values and the Bible. After the baby was born, she split up with Levi Johnson and became a spokesperson for abstinence. Now she has had another baby out of wedlock and split up with the father of that one as well.

Two babies with two different daddies while preaching the bible and abstinence to the masses should not be a catalyst to fame and fortune via book deals, movie deals, and speaking engagements. She is getting between $15000-$30000 per speaking engagement and I believe $262000 for her work at Candie’s Foundation. None of this is counting her blogging, TV and movie earnings, book deals, or the $380 she made from selling weed behind the Qwikee Mart.1)That last part is a joke that started as her giving handjobs, but I figured I should change it to something that is less likely, in case of a lawsuit, you see.

I guess I am getting off topic.

What it is that women are looking for in their life?

It seems possible that they like oppression, misogyny, and lower wages. At least some of them do. How else can you explain women that vote Republican, and moreover, women who vote Trump?

I’m not saying that men should vote for him either, but at least men have a bit more to gain in the end. Not that I think any actual people would benefit from Trump being the President, but if anyone will, the large majority of them will be men.

Which brings me to religion and how it is still brainwashing women into believing that men are the stronger, smarter, more dominant sex.

2)I know that this book is written from a Christian standpoint, but I think that the fact he condemns the horrible treatment of women in the name of any religion a giant leap, plus he left the Southern Baptist Convention because they outlawed any women holding title in the organisation. His wife and himself had been members since their birth, I believe.

You can’t tell me that the societal norms of today aren’t directly affected by the Bible. I believe that given an equal playing field, women would dominate men in almost every aspect of life. I know that we will still take the blue ribbon in pissing contests (distance only) and maybe any food eating contest, because who would think that eating 69 hot dogs is a good idea, other than a man?

No, I am quite certain that the Bible was written to keep certain demographics in a desired place in the hierarchy, and unless you were one of god’s chosen men, or the mother of little baby Jesus, you were destined to be ruled by another.

What kind of god would want only some of his children to profit off the backs of the others?

Women, get your heads out of your asses and live up to your potential.

Anyhow, that’s how I feel about that.

Birdman

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1. That last part is a joke that started as her giving handjobs, but I figured I should change it to something that is less likely, in case of a lawsuit, you see.
2. I know that this book is written from a Christian standpoint, but I think that the fact he condemns the horrible treatment of women in the name of any religion a giant leap, plus he left the Southern Baptist Convention because they outlawed any women holding title in the organisation. His wife and himself had been members since their birth, I believe.
Feb 25

Re-Publish Old Posts?

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I was just going through my posts, starting with the first and working my way up, to fix any errors, dead links, dead photos, or whatever I see fit. I was also putting ads in, because I’m poor. I mean really, why not? People buy shit from Amazon all the time. If they click on a link on this site, Amazon sends me a small chunk, and it doesn’t cost anyone anything extra.

Anyhow, I started reading these old posts and getting all nostalgic, when I came across one that ruffled some feathers. I had forgotten about this post, but when I read it again, I wanted to republish it. It’s one of those ones that I wouldn’t dare add any photos to. It’s not funny, and any photos would either diminish it, or rip a hole through my soul, for lack of a better word.

I started looking into republishing old posts, you know, to recycle content that some people might not see, or to post something to fill in the gaps. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea or not.

If I go through with it, what would be an acceptable amount of regurgitation? Once a week? I don’t want to make people hate me my self promoting doppelganger. Fucking attention whore.

I also applied for a job with the Canadian Census 2016 today. It seems like it would be alright, judging from the little flyer they put in the mail. It’s from early March to the end of July, so that’s pretty reasonable weather for banging on doors or whatever the job entails.

I’m also going to be selling some of my composting worms for bait. This is good, because that will help recoup some of the cost of getting them, and setting them up. I also hope to be able to build some flow through bins and sell some composting packages to locals as my red wiggler population grows. I really love these worms. They are so cool and hungry. I’d say they have tripled in population since I got them around August. They could be a blog on their own, really. A boring blog that nobody would read, but a blog nonetheless.

Anyhow, I guess I need to know if one old post a week would bother anyone, and if anyone has ever worked for the census and what it was like. Let me know in the comments or by whatever means you have available that would tickle your fancy.

Birdman

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