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Hello darkness, my old friend,  I've come to talk with you again.

Despite many odds, recordings of the ancestral Songs of the Kwakwaka’wakw were created and survived.  In January 2023 at Vancouver's Bill Reid Gallery,  Ligwiłda'xw Kwakwaka’wakw multidisciplinary artist Sonny Assu gave a virtual artist talk about the chance rediscovery of this music, featuring his great-grandfather chief Billy Assu, and how a deepening knowledge of his heritage has influenced and featured in his practice and art work. 

Another fabulous performance produced by Sleepy Queers Productions. Homo Hardware quipped the evening along, Dust provided the rocking music and steady beat, and the talented performers entertained with their presence.

These evenings are such a joyful event. This crowd is welcoming, warm, and cheers loudly. So many beautiful people!!

The Time Just Before it Happened - Take One

I could see the shift starting and knew I only had another hour or so. Monsieur Jean pointed to the desk with the papers and Madame Francoise shifted on her chair, clutching her folder on her lap. He was unaware of the quarole descending on the lamp chain, so maybe that wasn't here or not here yet.

Two people writing, one picture generated by Stable Diffusion based on the the story title prompt. Twenty-four hours to write the story. No discussion between the writers. Let's see where this goes. Is creative writing something you can learn?

Visits to the tap rooms of Coast Mountain Brewing, Whistler Brewing Co and Howe Sound Brewing.

Forever will I thank the one who thought to serve beer as a 'flight'. The option to taste and enjoy without loosing the ability to assess is awesome for a light-weight like me, who loves options and hates to to be limited to a single choice. "Bring Them All!", I say, as I settle at the tasting table.

Take One

The stone beads in her inner pocket rolled smooth in her hand, warm being so close to her body. Her thumb traces the slight bump on Eskirous, the healing bead, to dab gently on a bruise or injury - but not an open wound! The oval shape of Laesha, the presage bead, slips between her fingers, pointing to the platform, clearly worried. Argos can feel the power radiate from her beads, wash over her skin as if wakutil slithered over her with its smooth naked skin, as they sometimes did when she was on her sleeping mat.