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A fine day off and I take my temporary passport and head to the border. The Selkirk Loop. Down through Sandpoint, explore thrift shops, antique shops (no money to buy, but look, get inspired.).
Sandpoint is cool, the weather fine, something about being in the US, cheap gas and cigarettes, life is mighty fine...
And I check out a rock shop in Sandpoint, and things go from fine to excellent. Some amazing specimens:
A four foot tall Amethyst geode, from Brazil, with amazing quartz or Calcite crystal in the middle. If you were religious this would be proof of God. And, hard to believe, I know, but cheap at a mere $15, 000 Canadian. And I mean cheap, this is an amazing piece, museum quality...If I won 10 million dollars I'd buy it for my locker and pay somebody to clear a spot for it...
And cool specimens of Stikine River garnets, good color, and pretty displayed on the schist. But of extra interest to me because I've found similar - smaller, but specimens on schist, good crystals, and so maybe I can monetize mine?
Beautiful included quartz for Chakras. This is the beginning of something that I can't finish, but, hey, lets go a little down that road anyways...
Boji Stones? WTF are these? You can't really seem them through the plastic bags...Lets read the pamphlet (I tried to get one, but they only give them away with purchase...)
(right click & open in new tab to embiggen and read...or read more here: https://www.avaloncrystals.com/bojistones)
I couldn't make this shit up, or I could but I'd be a little bit embarrassed. How am I poor?
And this:
These are interesting. Lets read their pamphlet, shall we?
Yeah. All right. And this is the tip of the iceberg, if you've been in any of these types of shops you know, there is so much more, but I am inspired, I am inspired...
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A couple of weeks ago, paranoid, I'd be pulled over by the cops (and there were lots), it'd be a shit night at work, something always goes wrong...
And trying to root out the source of the superstition, I remembered first hearing of it when I was a kid, maybe 6 or 7, my mom was reading to me "Tom Sawyer", and it came down to that scene where Tom and Huck are digging for buried treasure, only they realize that it's Friday the 13th, and so give up and reschedule. No spoilers here. But an amusing recollection...
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I remembered this the other day, a conversation about banks and deposit slips, and I remembered how when I was young a friend of mine and I would pop over to the local bank and while making our own withdrawals or deposits would fill in the back of the deposit slips with notes like "This is a stickup. This is not a joke. Put the money into a bag..." or some such, return the deposit slips to the unused pile, and laugh and joke and imagine what would happen if somehow one suddenly slipped past, a customer didn't check the back of a slip...
...and one day it did happen, our bank, surrounded, they determined it to be a "hoax" but we got wise, stopped doing it, it was a lot less funny when there was a chance someone might get hurt...
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Another unique local custom here is the "Kootenay Cleanse". There are any number of variations, the point being to "Detox" and to prove to friends that you're not an addict.
Usually it involves giving up solid food, cigarettes, alcohol, Cocaine, LSD and MDMA for a week. But oddly enough you're still allowed to smoke weed, because, well, it's the Kootenays after all.
If you're thinking of trying it, try and get as many of your friends on board as possible, because, truthfully, it won't be possible if they're not...
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Every day, an hour at least, on the internet, looking for something to inspire me, something of interest, anything...
The news. I've become a bit of a news junkie, the days headlines (condensed, as it were, to reduce the boredom):
Another schoolyard shooting, police cower outside behind their cars waiting for shooter to give himself up. President says he would have run in and subdue shooter with his bare hands.
And it's boring, just another fucking day, and then I reflect upon it, and all the other non-events that I've read about, and I realize that I'm becoming just a bit Jaded.