Even more absurd national news last month as the current administration kicks the press out of the white house in a childish response to unfavorable coverage while also proposing to build a major league baseball stadium in Grand Teton National Park… Meanwhile in Kitsap: Ben Gibbard homecoming shows announced, Peninsula Film Commission launched, local food bank aiming to farm its own produce, homeless shelter struck down by brem city council and more…
Since antiquity, as mankind has responded to the cycles of nature and the darkening days of fall and winter, we have been filling that darkness with stories. Across time and cultures, we have gathered around fires and candlelight, responding to the seasonal changes with tales of witches and wild hunts, monsters and ghosts, and other folk creatures who come knocking in the night… It’s only in modern times that we have allocated the month of October as our “spooky season.”
Evans’ new documentary, his fifth film, “Capturing Bigfoot” debuted earlier this spring at South By Southwest in Austin, Texas and set the bigfoot world on fire when word got out that a second Patterson-Gimlin film had been found, mimicking and pre-dating the famous film by a year. The internet freaked out. A dress rehearsal? A re-enactment? It was a costume this whole time?! Is this new found footage even real?!! Subsequent festival screenings were canceled abruptly. The film went dark for months…
He pulls me out from the glass. What is this? I ask. He doesn’t respond. He looks at me questioningly, as if we’re both finding something out for the first time.I’ve emailed the newspaper, hoping to solicit an amateur short story. The editor seems like a character. He tells me he likes my words enough to print them, and he hopes I have a Bitchin’ Day. Whatever that means…
So many of us entered adulthood with fragments where fluency should have been. We knew names for body parts, but not always for sensations. We knew how to avoid certain outcomes, but not how to notice what felt true. We knew how to act informed, confident, casual, or desirable long before we knew how to ask ourselves a much harder question: What is actually happening inside me? That is where this year begins.
“There’s a lot of good stuff down there,” said the kind, helpful, and accurate lady (Ruby?) behind the counter when she saw me hunched below, scanning the plethora of $5 or so treasures. A surprising lot of those were island music – Pacific and Caribbean, Harry Belafonte, 60’s and 70’s lounge Hawaiian – which would’ve sounded nice on that particular sunny, early fall day, nearly in the shadow of that ominous, inaccurate viking statue greeting(?) visitors. But, I was familiar enough with those folks.
Manifestation of one’s ART. Takes many forms throughout the different processes & mediums. One’s art is ever so slightly changing with permission, yet taking it’s own liberties to slip from it’s original path… Papers can crumble, voices can crack.
Do you love some good curry soup? Are you aging and need more natural anti-inflammatory food in your diet? Do you just love the look of tropical plants growing on your property when we live in the PNW?
Water signs: Are you waking up?… Air signs: Feeling like the rules suddenly don’t apply?… Earth signs: all that work is about to pay dividends… Fire signs: Two-facedness is pretty strong right now…
Everything we do here is happening on the ancestral lands of the people of the clear saltwater…