It’s a state of mind when you get to the third in the series and at the start you didn’t even know it was going to be a series. Is this one any good? Does it suck? Is there too much animation, cardboard plots and bad acting? What is it? As a professional critic we get paid to get out to things otherwise we might not go. We might do something else. But this one is pretty good. It’s right up there with the others.
Thomson Park III is a hit! Get down! Get down there and get all over it!
By the strangest coincidence, the most bizarre concatenation of events all too common when you get right down to it, there’s an article in the current Saturna Scribbler about this selfsame patch of ground Thomson Park. Just when I’ve got another movie coming out. That’s great. Syncronicity is still out there. I believe.
There it is in the distance, the “Thomson Park shelter structure” which needs to be improved, apparently, “so it better reflects the historic, social and even spiritual values of this place.”
I just wonder what that can possibly actually mean? It’s looking like a bomb-proof heavy steel pavilion structure on a concrete pad with a bunch of big, solid picnic-type tables under a pyramidal green metal roof. With barbecue. There’s no improving on that. But we understand that it’s all volunteer. That’s what we’re doing ourselves.
Thomson Park is a “site” apparently. It has a “spacial configuration” and a “functionality over time” and a “broader context in which it played a role”.
I must pause to ask the author of the article what is meant by “deep history”? Is there “shallow history”? Is there “not too deep history”? There’s one kind of history. But that’s enough of this.
Wild speculation that the population of the region may have been “one million” just sounds like bunk. I’m sorry. And on to the concept of “settler”. I’ve seen this before. This was invented, this idea of “settler” or “settler communities” by one person, somewhere, somehow, in a dark, bureaucratic hole of bureaucratic bs.
There is no “settler” and no “recent settler community” and never was. There are no “settlers” around here and never were. It’s an academic invention with an agenda and time it was exposed. It’s heartbreaking.
We need first of all better writing about “Thomson Park” and what it is and what it was before it was “Thomson Park”. You can’t have lousy writing talking about a special place. It diminishes. Everything is turned into highly unsanitary mush. Let’s get with it. My opinion.
That isn’t what we’re talking about here.
First Nations Logging Show III
Oh deer, what is happening to my habitat? Make them stop, mother.
We left Bob Stanley in good shape at the foot of Fiddler Rd. We said “hi” again and told him we had to head back to civilization. Everybody laughs at that joke and Bob was no exception. Practically overnight he’d become like a diplomat and a diplomat trying to stay warm standing around all day in this beautiful cool, clear skies week.
He’d had to interact with all sorts of wonderful people with different, wonderful opinions on what was going on here and he was getting through it. He was okay. He seemed to be a man of many moods, all of them good and the feeling emerged he’d been exactly the man for the job. Good on him and good on good old Campbell River where Bob’s from. Woo woo!