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Winter passes and all my prospecting is done on YouTube.
A couple months yet before I have my jeep, before the weather is good enough to get out and about.
So I've found a new channel, I'll call it "The Midnight Prospector", because he's out looking for pegmatites in various counties in Colorado, and while he's finding stuff (usually feldspar and smoky quartz crystals) it's never "Great" and never in quantity enough to pay for the expedition. But he's got a "method" to his madness, which he charts out, shows how he's prospecting the veins, how he's looking for the miarolitic cavities, how he's determining whether he's getting closer (to fuck-all, generally) or farther away...
Anyways, I watch them. They're OK, and at least he's finding - "discovering" - stuff, not great stuff, but stuff.
It's a new take on how I should be working the field.
The "Midnight" comes in because for some dumb-ass reason he overstays his time on the mountain and half of his prospecting is done in the dark, by headlamp, before he heads back to camp. Not in just one video, but several. Which is such an inane thing, but, there you have it, such is the age we live in...
3 months. I check for jeeps daily on YouTube, work out my magical financing, 3 months and I'm up the mountain, finding my own shit, and there's shit to be found, mark my words...
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I haven't been for a year, maybe 2.
The same, a new venue, downstairs in the Nelson Boxing Club. Some new faces, some old ones.
The talent, easily ranging from a 1 (incoherent ramblings without rhyme or reason on various themes) to a 10, a well-memorized poem with rhyme scheme and accessible themes.
The judging, well, the worst of them probably averaged an 8.5 or 9. The best of them averaged an 8.75 or 9.
So, the poetry slam, never a judge of quality but perhaps a good place to practice one's skills. Just don't get your hopes up that quality or talent will be recognized or rewarded...
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Monday night, I've picked up a ticket to a concert at St. Saviour's, Kitty-Corner from Oso.
I've never been inside, old Anglican Church, from the outside quite beautiful.
Monday night, on the inside, cozy, beautiful as well. Find my pew.
The concert, 2 classical guitarists, one violinist, very good, but not playing anything that grabs me. I'm not engaged. But I wait it out, they're good, charming, the audience, probably average age 70+, maybe a hundred people.
In the end, not what I was hoping for. The church, brought back memories for sure, but the music, well, not my thing. That's OK, you pay for these and sooner or later someone will deliver, these "trials" or "forays", they're just feelers into those places I should be a little more often...
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Tuesday, Taco Tuesday and I'm headed off to the Cantina for a lazy snack.
They pride themselves on their fashionability, with their fancy servers (fashionable) and the sidewalk stamped with "Agave" leaves where you're supposed to line up to be seated.
There are a couple of people ahead of me in line, the server is busy running inside-out to the patio, inside, look through the window, the restaurant is empty. Outside, the patio about half full.
Wait. Wait. They subscribe to the "Make people wait" philosophy, like what you get at fashionable nightclubs where there's always a line even when the nightclub is empty...
After a time the man first in line, judging by his accent and demeanor a British Twat on vacation, starts berating the server...
"How long do we have to wait here...????"
The server is apologetic, not her department, she'll grab the hostess inside...
And then walks off.
Next time she crosses to the patio he's had it, gives her a piece of his mind, and - while I dispute his delivery, his means of telling her, which is just rude, he's right.
They walk off, and I give up. Inside the restaurant is still empty.
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9:30 PM AM and I'm still hungry. I walk down to try again at the Cantina.
Inside, empty, more staff than customers. Hostess, server, numerous cooks. Outside, patio, waiter crossing again, 2 tables. One is getting the bill. Waiting in line, waiting. Maybe they're closed? No one comes to acknowledge me. 10 minutes later and the waiter is still standing beside me, on the patio, talking to the customers, and I give up yet again. Service here is a bunch of fancy tattoos and dreadlocks, admire them for their fashionability, otherwise non-existent, it looks like this summer I'll be cooking for myself.
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Now, I like spicy. Very spicy. And having (I believed!) a few extra dollars in the bank I bought a few hot sauces (on sale) on the last grocery trip.
To preface this, I was at a local restaurant a few weeks ago and they had a Quatro of spicy hot sauces, mild to hot, none of which would garner your attention. But then, suddenly, mysteriously, they produced a bottle of "What the Frick!!!" or some such nonsense, and, yeah, I breathed while biting and was fully pepper sprayed and gasping for breath.
So, maybe not at that level but time to turn it up a notch.
Hot Sauce #1: Aji - Smokin Habanero: This would be fine as an overpriced/underportioned salsa. Chunky, very spicy, but not too incredibly hot. Around $10 a bottle.
Hot Sauce #2: Nando's Peri-Peri Hot Sauce: Tasty as well, with a strong citrus flavour. I liked, but...
Hot Sauce #3: Melinda's "Ghost Pepper" hot sauce: Spicy. Not crazy. Just spicy.
Now, to make sure I remember and try a few new ones next trip to the grocery store....