Apparently the world is going to hell, or so numerous people say. "Woe are we! We are a declining generation!" Everything that is happening is bad. All this rapid change in society is bringing us back to the dust. America is a modern day Babylon or something. And I'm hearing this not only from the old folks but from kids my age: that we are ( Read more... )

I was in Alaska for a majority of the summer and came to learn much about the natives. The Inuits, Eskimos, Aleuts and Athabaskian cultures. I met many while I was working. Many were fishermen and did seasonal work. I met one old native Alaskan at a huge summer solstice party on the beach with hundreds of people there. "There are police ( Read more... )

So I'm finally finished with Alaska. It's good to be back and I love ice cream.

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so i'm alive, kinda. my body is somehow still going despite the hell i've put it through. i've been working sixteen hours for seven days a week for what is it, almost a month i think. i spend the most of my day squeegieing up fish guts and meat, shoveling fish heads and tossing fish across a room. i then go to meals at which i eat fish, every ( Read more... )

work.

sleep.

work.

sleep.

and thats my life.

So days are spent in smokey rooms playing cards and talking about work. We all walk down to the docks for a look, then head back to the rooms for more cards. We hear roomers of work soon but it never shows. We then hear rumors of parties happening down at the beach so we check out the 200 plus gathering. We go walking out into the tundra ( Read more... )

I've been spending the past few days doing nothing. The season is slow still, and so I sit around the docks all day waiting for some kind (anykind) of work to show up. I've only gotten in four hours of work this whole time. I was in the factory for a bit, gutting fish. Ripping their stomachs and lungs and eggs and then throwing them down a pipe ( Read more... )

Gram is in Alaska. I have no work for now, but in a few days I'll be working everyday for about 16 hours. Everyday. But the season is slow right now so no work at the moment. So far I've seen amazing beautiful sites and even a wolly mamoth! Gotta go, I have no time on internet. Bye for the summer (maybe).

My old friend Andrew and two of his friends, TJ and Jen drove to Portland from Denver. They arrived and we hung out for a day or two in Portland, then went north. We made it to Seattle and saw all of downtown. I've seen it once before alone, but it was much better this time with friends. We watched some crazy street performers and saw some ( Read more... )

busk (bŭsk)
intr.v., busked, busk·ing, busks.
To play music or perform entertainment in a public place, usually while soliciting money.


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