I still get goosebumps whenever I watch this. I'm becoming increasingly more aware and sympathetic to the fact that this entire country is basically built on land that was killed for and stolen from people who are still here, but fuck, I still love my home.
I don't really know what else to say about this. I'm not a fantastic writer - I can't describe it how I'd like to. Suffice to say, I think this was and still is magical to everyone who saw it.
Not to mention I didn't actually see the minute or so following the goal, as I was too busy jumping and screaming and yelling along with EVERYONE at Smuggler's Cove to watch the screen. Everyone was just hunched and wound completely to their wit's end (hell, I was actually half-hiding under my flag), and when that goal went in, the place exploded. Everyone, and I mean everyone, leaped. Fists pumped. Flags waved. The table beside us flipped.
Oh Canada.
This was the best CTV clip I could find, but embedding's disabled, so how d'ya do.
Global perspective:
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8.12.10
27.7.10
I'm Back
Saltspring Island is amazing. Suffice to say, I had the most absurd Saturday and Sunday of my life. Weddings are pretty magical - so is skinny dipping in the full moon with a bunch of people you've just met that day.
I cannot state this enough: skinny dipping under the full moon is fucking awesome. (also, it's pretty hilarious when a girl's ass is literally glowing - thank you, phosphorescence)
I'm also more determined than ever to go ramblin': I hitch-hiked for the first time and caught a ride across the Island in the back of a truck with a couple other 'packers to the ferry after walking about halfway with a big pack on my back.
In any case, I'm certain there is now absolutely nothing that could seperate me from my incredible love and in-place longing for Cascadia and the Sea. I am happy - this is a good comparison (thanks to Connor for the reintroduction).
I cannot state this enough: skinny dipping under the full moon is fucking awesome. (also, it's pretty hilarious when a girl's ass is literally glowing - thank you, phosphorescence)
I'm also more determined than ever to go ramblin': I hitch-hiked for the first time and caught a ride across the Island in the back of a truck with a couple other 'packers to the ferry after walking about halfway with a big pack on my back.
In any case, I'm certain there is now absolutely nothing that could seperate me from my incredible love and in-place longing for Cascadia and the Sea. I am happy - this is a good comparison (thanks to Connor for the reintroduction).
12.2.10
True North, Strong and Awesome.
So the Olympics are finally here.
Before I bring anything up, I would like to get the obvious out of the way: No Olympics on stolen native land, Arts before Olympics, pro-rogies in your mouth - not in parliament, and roflcauldronfail.
Now that that's out of the way, we can talk like civilized people.
The blogosphere is no doubt flooded with posts such as this, proclaiming sentiments ranging from ecstasy to apathy to vehement anger. I generally try to not go with the flow, but seeing as this is kind of a big/unique deal, I want to put out my own thoughts on this.
I actually deleted a large section of post before this. I was miring myself down in validations and explanations towards issues against the Olympics, but I decided that now, at this point, it doesn't really matter. They're here and we should just wonder at the fact that all these countries have put aside whatever differences to compete in high-spirited and good-natured games. Some of the countries hate each other and would like nothing better than to see the other gone (cough, Iran and Israel, cough) but they are still all here. All the people are here. All the people are together. This is the real point of the Games.
And as for the Games being held in Vancouver, Canada, I would like to say this:
I am fucking proud to be Canadian.
I try to swear as little as possible, but this is how strongly I feel about this. I am fucking proud of this country; I am fucking proud of its people; I am fucking proud of its cultures and Arts, and I am fucking proud to be able to call it my home, especially British Columbia. It might not be the best place on Earth, but goddamnit it's bloody close.
Before I bring anything up, I would like to get the obvious out of the way: No Olympics on stolen native land, Arts before Olympics, pro-rogies in your mouth - not in parliament, and roflcauldronfail.
Now that that's out of the way, we can talk like civilized people.
The blogosphere is no doubt flooded with posts such as this, proclaiming sentiments ranging from ecstasy to apathy to vehement anger. I generally try to not go with the flow, but seeing as this is kind of a big/unique deal, I want to put out my own thoughts on this.
I actually deleted a large section of post before this. I was miring myself down in validations and explanations towards issues against the Olympics, but I decided that now, at this point, it doesn't really matter. They're here and we should just wonder at the fact that all these countries have put aside whatever differences to compete in high-spirited and good-natured games. Some of the countries hate each other and would like nothing better than to see the other gone (cough, Iran and Israel, cough) but they are still all here. All the people are here. All the people are together. This is the real point of the Games.
And as for the Games being held in Vancouver, Canada, I would like to say this:
I am fucking proud to be Canadian.
I try to swear as little as possible, but this is how strongly I feel about this. I am fucking proud of this country; I am fucking proud of its people; I am fucking proud of its cultures and Arts, and I am fucking proud to be able to call it my home, especially British Columbia. It might not be the best place on Earth, but goddamnit it's bloody close.
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