Meanwhile I was Talking about Poo

Nothing out of the ordinary there. For anyone who knows me will know that my converations often take a splendid dive into the gutter. But this conversation was interesting and funny enough that I felt I should post it on my blog.


tell god i left him a text message says:
you know what i don't understand
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
what?
tell god i left him a text message says:
these toilet paper ads
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
which ones?
tell god i left him a text message says:
they show how they soak up soooo much water
tell god i left him a text message says:
charmine i htink it was
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
mmm. i see our point
tell god i left him a text message says:
but camaaan toilet paper only needs minimal soaking ability
tell god i left him a text message says:
don't need boundy down there
tell god i left him a text message says:
i just cam to this apiphany
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
that would be a valuable asset for paper towels or maxi pads, but really, now soggy is your bum?
tell god i left him a text message says:
exactly!
tell god i left him a text message says:
the other add also is anoying
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
however, i bet a lot of people don't think that much about it and just assume that it is a superior product and should buy it. and perhaps they do.
tell god i left him a text message says:
also charmine now this one ive known about for a while about teh bear not needing as much beucase this new kind is better. but really in paper towel im going for soft and surface area!
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
don't forget about ancient rain forest friendly!
tell god i left him a text message says:
ya charmin is trying to stay out of 'comodity hell' thats why they spend so much money on ads. if they didn't theyd just get lumped in with the rest of the 50 billion brands of tp
tell god i left him a text message says:
in branding we talking about this today
tell god i left him a text message says:
i was asked what no name brands i was willing to purchase and which i go name brand the prof used the example of tp as one she goes cheap for.
tell god i left him a text message says:
i however told teh class i buy almsot all PC brand except for TP thats teh only area in life that i feel i need a luxury good
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
http://www.greenpeace.ca/tissue/
tell god i left him a text message says:
ive wiped with a leave adn ive wiped with a shell and all i can say is im happy to be rich enough to afford tp that feels like a chinchilla
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
its definately nice to not have sandpaper down there
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
oh man
tell god i left him a text message says:
especialy for gals
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
indeed
tell god i left him a text message says:
but the good stuff lasts forever
tell god i left him a text message says:
i mean people abuse how much they really need
tell god i left him a text message says:
surface area
tell god i left him a text message says:
without getting too grafic unless its a bad bad day how much do you really need
tell god i left him a text message says:
im not so afraid of my body i need 2 maxi pads thickness inbetween my hand and my bum
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
three squares. thats all you need. unless incase of contingencies
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
haha
tell god i left him a text message says:
this is an interesting conversation
ANY OF YOU STRAPPING YOUNG MEN NEED A JOB??? I'VE GOT ONE FOR YOU! says:
indeed.

And so it went.
All this was going on as i was writing about society and common curtesty, or the lack thereof.

On Courtesy, Reciprocity and the Maintenence of Society

It seems that people are generally a rather selfish lot. Most people don't do kind acts without some sort of recognition or reward, and you could get into a whole debate on the question of whether or not there truly is a selfless act (as shown in the episode of Friends).
The problem is that society is contingent upon people cooperating, working together, and helping each other out, at least from time to time.
Living in the city for the past year I've been observing people, especially on the bus and in cars on the road. People in transit seem to me to be especially selfish. (Too many rats in a cage perhaps.) Anyhow, when someone makes a kind or helpful act in these places, it stands out all the more. I'm thinking of the little acts that are so easy to do, that really take no time and effort at all, such as waving thankyou to the person who lets you in, or offering your seat to someone who needs it more than you do. These small acts are so easy to do, and yet they can really make a difference! (as cheesey as that sounds).
Social interactions are a lot like dominos. One person makes a nice gesture, and then the other person might pass it along to someone else! The person receiving the nice action my realize how nice and helpful it was, and be insprired to do it for someone else. Similarily, something as easy as saying thankyou and acknowledging someone who perhaps held the door for you or let you into a busy line of traffic may be enough to encourage the person to do it again for another.
On the other hand, just the opposite can happen. If someone doesn't get recognition for a kind act, or continually finds them self the giver but never the receiver, they are after every occurance all the more likely to stop handing out kind acts. If all hell breaks loose in this social courtesy degeneration, society will crumble into a heap of selfish atomized individuals all pushing and shoving as they run the rat race.
It's so simple and easy to both acknowledge people's acts of consideration and partake in passing out the kind acts. It just might make the world we live in a slightly friendlier place. So please people, take a little time out of your day to do something nice, or at least acknowledge the person who does something nice for you!

Number Three and the End

Another photo essay for my third trip to Peachland:
Another friday morning saw us leisurely escaping the city, winding our way to and beyond Hope. Along the number three, through mountains, following rivers, past farms and small towns...


until we arrived in the okanogan, stunned by the incredibly blueness of the lake!


The first two days were full of exploring the lake by boat, first down to Penticton, then up to Kelowna and underneath the floating bridge.


The nights were spent drinking fine wine and eating rich food in the warm night breeze, leisurely walks and massages.


Monday brought a day of touring some local wineries - Mount Boucherie, Little Straw, and a return trip to Mission Hill, for we were drawn to the grandeur of the architecture...


...and the desire to take a tour, which of course we did. Debriefed on the history of the winery, the backgrounds of the proprietor and chief wine maker, into the cellar to see row upon row of huge oak barrels...(and a collection of ancient vessels for carrying wine and sacred oils)



then back up into the hot and bright of the day to learn about the architecture, the four massive brass bells each uniquely cast for a member of the family, the ancient Austrian well uncovered at a mosque, restored and brought to Canada. To finish it off, we returned to the dark for a lesson in wine tasting!


To end off our visit to the winery, we sat in the lush green grass, admired the view, the pink orb of a sun, and eight minutes of the beautiful, deep, resonant voices of the bells singing in the tower.


As all good things come to an end, so did our final summer trip to Peachland.


And so too did our summer vacation, but we can safely say that we did the very best that we could to make the most of our dying summer days, sun worshipping and boating to the very last minute!
It wasn't the summer that I was expecting to have, in my heart I couldn't imagine a summer spent anywhere or anyhow but they way it had been every summer before. This summer marked the beginning of change, a move away from comfortable familiarity, but also a move toward novelty and exploration. It was, despite any doubts, a summer well spent.