In this case the button does nothing.

Perhaps I enjoy examining the dark twisting sinews of my pessimism, but I don’t feel bound by them. I’ve learned to focus on the one clear image of my life when I felt the most success as a child.

In the face of doubters, I embraced the positive and optimistic like a fool on a precipice, only to discover that even at the precipice there is yet another, and another, endlessly dropping like a staircase to a golden valley below.

During this wonderful time of my life, I had no one to wait for, and every day was an early start. I would wake up around 6am, make a little breakfast and watch some very early morning television while waiting for the bus.

No one would bother me with distractions, and although I lived in a house of four children and two parents, the house seemed like mine alone. Then, before anyone else awoke, I would cross the street and catch the 100 Airport to Oak Street.

It was a personal ride, and often I read a book or passed the time with my fledgling photography hobby. The traffic was always light and in no time I would transfer to the Oak Street bus, then walk the last four blocks to Ideal Mini School, one of the most influential education experiences of my life.

I usually was one of the first kids at the school of only 100 students. A very small school with many unusual characteristics that set it apart from the factories of the mainstream education system.

The school owned a couple of Commodore 64 computers in the Math room. They had some great games on them. I tended to gravitate to these, turn them on and have fun before there was a line up of late comers.

That period of my life was easy going. Being up early and getting my day started like this gave me space and time to breath. I was rarely rushed, and loved feeling ahead of the game.

Now as I prepare to set off on my next adventure, I find myself waking up naturally at the crack of dawn. Anytime between 5am and 7am, I open my eyes to see the trees out my window, and contemplate the days tasks.

I am so close to the launch of this project. I am locking down the final details of a small rolling Love Shack that will be my home for the next year. With all the work that I’ve put into building it, I almost feel that I’ve already been on an adventure.

There are moments when doubt, and fear set in. The desire for the adventure of the Unknown, brings the fear of the Uncertain, and I consider the foolish nature of this journey. Then I am reminded of my childhood experience. Being on the precipice of adolescence and childhood, stepping between mature and immature mind-sets. Understanding that if I must put away childish things, I must enjoy it, and love that I have it.

I did learn one great lesson from that time. I never really put away childish things, they only became more sophisticated and mature. The play, joy, and fun, became my Art and now I am building a toy. A ship to launch me on a sea of creativity to places that hold mystery, joy and love.

I have no idea what will happen, where I will be, or how these experiences will pan out. I feel very positive about the potential, and that is what I will focus on.

I am so close, and the doubts speak loudly, but my desire to realize a real and tangible experience, adventure, and creative journey speaks more loudly.

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

He’s a bad ass, slick mother fucker
In a silk and satin suit

His hairs slicked back
He don’t take jack
He’s the Devil in disguise

Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

Take that needle, stick it in my arm
I wanna feel the POWER!

Running… through…
my hot main veins, like a crusade army FIRE!
I wanna fight the Devil, I wanna feel the POWER!

Adrenaline junkie heart attack
I know he’s got my back

Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

Fight Fight Fight for the Light Light Light
I gotta do what’s RIGHT!

Kill Kill Kill for the Thrill Thrill Thrill
I know this might is right.

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I gotta fight the Devil

I SAID Gimme some-uh that Jesus Juice
I wanna fight the Devil

I’ve brought back my website to celebrate a new chapter in my life. It’s been a very wild ride for me over the last five years. Most of it has been inspirational, fun, and adventurous. Some of my experiences have been disappointing and challenging. All of it has presented me with many personal realizations about life, people, ideals, and cultural evolution.

After crossing paths with some self serving and power hungry people on a community project that was intended to transcend this sort of petty insular politics; I was left feeling slightly disillusioned by my experiences in Vancouver over the last decade.

Despite this, I have chosen to remain positive and remind myself that this is not reflective of all the people on this fine planet, just a few who chose to dominate with disrespect, and others who did not realize their self worth.

I am hesitant to communicate my negative feelings on this subject unwilling to feed the ugly past. It wasn’t all bad, and I have enjoyed some very positive experiences and people over the years. In my desire to transcend cynicism, I wish to look forward with delight, rather then look back with dread.

However to really move forward unhindered by the past, I feel that my art, creativity, and personal growth would suffer under the veil of secrecy or obfuscation, were I to suppress this. I would ignore a valid period of my life that has impacted me in ironically positive ways.

Bittersweet feelings simmer, yet I’ve decided that cynicism is not the answer. I can search for forgiveness for those who acted out in the name of power, rather then love. I can try in vain to continue this process of inviting mutual respect and support, and after years of waiting, I don’t see the point of waiting on a few headstrong or willingly ignorant people.

Other then wishing to collaborate on the Cascadia Burn, I don’t want to waist my time building bridges with people who spit in my face (or behind my back). They have their agendas, and that’s fair. I have no need to interfere with these agendas, or these people.

I have forgiveness for the naive, and have always been open to reconnecting with those of us willing to see things as they are before moving on. Regardless, the door I’ve held open over the last few years, for the few who acted out in selfish and terrible ways, will now close.

I have chosen to move on with my life, and leave them to their vices.

I have refocused my time on making art, enjoying life, and celebrating beauty. I am setting out in the world to seek out the rich and vibrant experiences I love. I will not let my disappointments in a half dozen local people, ruin my inherent enthusiasm for the human spirit.

As a naturally positive person, I will not let the dark, petty, and trivial political games drag me down. My best hope at enjoying the fruits of life, will flourish in the transcendent nature of the human condition. A malleable meme capable of immense grace.

I will not be a Baboon Robot.

I have chosen to untether myself from needful people and set out in the world to find Loving people and Creative projects.

I wish to enjoy, share with, and participate with beautiful, critical thinking, positive people around the world. I am moving forward to embrace grace and joy by looking for creative projects that will let me contribute joy, and enthusiasm. I am looking for good people with good hearts, and wish to support them beyond the myopic and hypocritical limits of the insular world.

I look forward to what may come of this website, my adventures, my art, and my leap into the open air of new experiences in the wider world as I set off to witness, and participate in, the success of the human spirit to transcend the simplified template of the human meme.

Thank you,
:)(: Napalm Dragon :)(: