Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

…for some strange and inexplicable reason, this post, which was intended to be the first of the day (and should be read as such), somehow completely disappeared from my WordPress database. I could have sworn I created, edited, and posted it. But somehow it was gone, although the pictures I uploaded were fine. No idea what happened, but to my great relief, I found it in my Firefox browser/form cache and miraculously restored it. I do not like losing confidence in my trusted technology. Fingers crossed this was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Seriously, even though my frequency of posting is inscreasingly sporadic and desolate, I am still alive (or at least still intertially moving) for now. It’s just that with my potential work-day length being halved (or worse… and growing worse) doing the life tasks that I am responsible for, and the ones that have non-virtual productivity, seem to leave me with very little time for blogging, which these days is at the bottom of my list. It almost seems a lifetime ago when it was the opposite, my voluminous “professional” blogging taking priority over and leaving my paralyzed so-called real life collecting dusk.

So tonight, after a ton of fun letting off Victoria Day fireworks for our (and many of our neighbors’) enjoyment, as well as an hour long hike through High Park’s unexplored (at least my us) sculpture garden and surrounding forest paths, I’m going to try a bit of a blitzblogging and push my little sprite of live into the omnimemorial cloud. I’ll start with High Park and then get on with projects.

You may have heard the news but a local native group took over the BMX track at the bottom of the park, and have been destroying it, leveling all the ramps. Their reason for this 135 years after the land became a park (and a sheep farm for forty before that) is that one of their tribal elders has decided that 3,000 years ago it was used as a sacred burial ground. To the best of my knowledge this is in the absence of any hard evidence, let alone a tradition or unbroken oral history. It seems to me that making this claim is about as reasonable as claiming the rapture was scheduled for two days ago. Nefarious and I walked down to see it, and I’m dismayed that the racist authority tolerated it — I say racist because if I made some dubious and unverifiable claim to religious ownership of wherever, I’d be tossed in jail if I camped out in a tent with my buddies and started destroying it.

It’s just a jerky thing to do. Gotta wonder what the slippery slope might be.

I don’t BMX personally (or ride any bike), but I do think the park is an incredible resource and I think even if this was a graveyard three millenia ago, there have to be better ways to make a PC show of respect and mutual understanding. Personally I most enjoy walking the trails that cut a maze through hundreds of acres of forest.

It’s not all wildlife walks. We’ve been exploring some new areas lately and stumbled upon new statues — somehow not noticed until now. They do look a bit “dated”, the art being somewhat of an era-linked cliche, but at least some are fun to climb!

Shame about the obnoxious tagging (and easily amused naughty scribbled cocks).

Stay tuned, I’m not irresistibly tired yet. Although tired enough to skip spellcheck and grammarcheck. I know I always say that. Perhaps you think it’s a clever bluff, just a cover for the fact that I am only barely literate and am just doing my best.