Entropic Order

Do you still read this journal?

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 01:25:48 GMT

So, do you still read this journal?

As of this moment, entropic_kitten has been retired.

My new LJ is at:

http://blue-borealis.livejournal.com/

I've been meaning for a change for some time.

Now it's that time again. =)

Go ahead and poke me if you want added.

This is the last time I will be posting here!

Trip

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 02:52:23 GMT

I will be driving from Edmonton, Alberta to Halifax, Nova Scotia the last week of July.

Anyone want a visit, or can offer a sofa? Finances are a bit tight. x.x

-EK

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:38:23 GMT

Myrmidon:

RiP little buddy. There's another big 'ol bag of flower and more of my sheets for you to ransack in the hereafter.

Mystery in Nova Scotia...

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 23:01:31 GMT

Mystery in Nova Scotia, today.

As you may or may not know, I was born and bred in a small town called Parrsboro in Nova Scotia, Canada. I recently left Parrsboro to go to Fox Lake, Alberta, where I currently am.

However, today, I got some mail from home that confuses me utterly.

Have a look at this guy.

This place where he is is /five to ten miles/ from the sea. It's also up a huge hill as you can kind of tell from the tractor picture.

He was found on the side of the road this morning. (My uncle owns the farm pictured below in the tractor picture).

This really bothers me.

It is highly unlikely that this guy (who weighed, so they say, around six hundred pounds.. it took a couple more farmhands than shown in the picture there to get him into the tractor bucket and then onto a truck) .... got to this spot on his own.

I mean, correct me if I'm wrong. But, he just doesn't have the dry land mobility to have gone that far.

This means, at least in my head, someone probably pitched him off the back of a truck in that spot.. which makes me further wonder what people were doing with him in the first place.

What the hell is he at that? Some sort of seal, as far as I can figure, but....

Anyway, he is alive in the pictures shown. He was taken to the sea, where he wiggled himself into it, and off he dissapeared.....

I'd like to know the story there.

It's a mystery.

Just doesn't sit right with me... look at the terrain, ffs.

Not particularialy artsy..

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:00:34 GMT

Not artsy, but I like it anyway.. I wanted to be farther to the left, but the wall of the school was there.

Yes, I am alive in the subarctic. Just stupidly busy. ;)

Mist shrouds a long-disused basketball net in -44C (-53F)....

Some trees.

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 07:55:34 GMT

Update, For Great Justice.

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 03:21:05 GMT

So a small update for great justice.

As you all know, I got the job.

However, some circumstances with the dude who is up there have resulted in them asking me if I can get out there faster.

So, uh.

I fly out to the subarctic on Sunday. :P

~B~

Voice Post: summary

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 19:34:42 GMT

Voice Post:

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 15:46:32 GMT

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 01:56:35 GMT

Two more days, kinda.

10:00 AM, Thursday.

I find out if I actually have this job or not.

Time must go faster!

Important decisions in life...

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 00:13:46 GMT

So, job opportunity landed in my lap today. If you happen to be reading this, Colleen, I could probably use your input. You likely know this area better than I do.

Cons:
1 - Leave my home, and everything I'm doing now for awhile.
2 - Give up dreams of house, etc, etc, for a while.
3 - The place is incredibly remote.
4 - I'd be leaving doing something now that I love.

Pros:
1 - Very, very good coin. Much more money than I could make in Nova Scotia.
2 - House and such out there given to me, so expenses are minimal.
3 - Place is very remote. Lots of natural sights, etc.
4 - Chance to do something different for awhile, make a ton of money then come back home.

Basically, I have a very high chance of getting a job if I want it (Read, mine if I want it), of working for an ISP of sorts in -very- Northern Alberta, right up against the border of the rockies. By very northern, I mean farther north than Fort Vermillion. Almost to the Northwest Territories.

The place is a Cree Village, way up in the middle of nowhere. Accessable via barge in the summer, down the peace river and by ice-road in the winter once it freezes over. Internet is brought in there via microwave radio, and I'd be in charge of maintaining that as well as pretty much being the tech guy in the village.

I'd be responsible for the local school, health center, RCMP, etc, etc. Everything in the town that is connected, or electronic would go through me.

It's an incredibly attractive prospect. The money is also, well, pretty out there. But it's interesting work. Important too, really. Since I keep the village communicating and running.

Isolation does not bother me. Nor does living on a reservation. It's a chance to learn about other people. But, to drop everything and move halfway across the country -- well, all of it really -- and give up what I've been working for here?

I have to make a decision -fast- on it though.

Augh. Don't know. Don't know. Don't know.

.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:23:42 GMT

Power lines in sunset.

Old Pic Dump

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 15:36:54 GMT

Some of these are not very good. But, I found when I left the city and changed hosts... well, most of these can't be seen anymore. And some do deserve it. Some might not, but whatevah.

Most of you have already seen these, but without further ado:

Winter Docks:

Purple:

Old Fence:

Atlantic Horizon:

Hunny Burr:

Burr Paws:

Bambi:

A Sparrow's Last Sight:

End Of The Line:

The Feather:

Fishing:

Hiker:

Island:

Pretty Colors:

Kitty Luv:

Peggy's Cove:

Hard Rain:

Shack:

My Little Friend:

My Special Place

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 17:25:37 GMT

Everyone has a special place.

Sometimes it is a quiet spot in the house.

Sometimes it is under your blankets.

Everyone has a special place where they go to feel better.

Everyone has a special place where all of the world doesn't matter.

Everyone has a special place where for just the time that they are there, everything is right.

This is mine.

I just wish I had someone to share it with.

Hit or miss...

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 01:59:19 GMT

Sometimes, photo effects are hit or miss.

I think this one is a miss. Not quite sure what I was trying to achieve. My brain works in weird ways. The bigger version is better, but only if your browser doesn't resize it.

The butterfly in my last post is still much better. :P

The blurred and forgotten remnants of a long-lost life.

Bigger:

And better!

-B

Hi.

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 19:38:29 GMT

Contrary to popular belief, I am not, in fact, dead.

I still dabble in photography. I am getting better at it.

Alot has changed for me in life over the last six months. I've moved, and have begun to take up the reigns of an entirely new life.

Surprisingly, I don't miss the city at all -- I think I've always belonged here, in the country.

There is something to be said for re-inventing yourself. Over the years, you tend to fuck up a lot of things -- especially with people. Sometimes, everyone needs a chance to do things right again. =)

All is well in Ben-land, though. I'm happy here; surrounded by hills and trees and living things that are generally not people. :>

Future updates, and more images to come.

-Ben