“..with fame and celebrity as its core values, with money as its sole motive, it chewed this child up and spat him out.” via: Andrew Sullivan.
Never knew the fellow myself and not really into his music, pop goes another icon.
Knew George though, more videos available on BowenTV.
It started with her penthouse that was home for seven years. Last summer and through the winter, she set the foundation for a non-profit company that is going to use 1 million dollars from the sale of the penthouse to fund the growth of ten other companies.
These ten companies primary goal must exude the true intention and capability of healing and work to disseminate their knowledge and wisdom. Responding to her greater calling, she helps these individuals and companies create the business tools necessary to exist and train others with their accumulated knowledge and wisdom.
The factors that go into the penthouse contribute greatly to the success, health and harmony for the owner at many levels of their life. To learn more about a life while there, you can go to the web site for the penthouse: http://whiteeagle.ca/about.html
To arrange a private sale, please contact the owner via the contact page on the web site.
Two trips to downtown Vancouver with the usual identification in hand, waited a couple weeks and a passport arrives in the mail if you have a guarantor and a couple friends that are willing to go along with the game. That’s one way of doing it, your milage may vary.
Liking Word Press a little better this time around, was stumped for a while figuring out how to get the appearance of the same file structure as /blogx/2009/02/01/somepost.html until playing around with the permalink options.
Here we go again, again…with Word Press. An update to the whiteeagle.ca web site the other day, interesting take on where the money from the sale of the penthouse goes.
Time ticking away in front of the Bow-mart Diner until the meander up to the Bowen Building Centre, interesting time in the cycle that fiat money takes and have heard lots of water cooler talk, just the teeny bit of spin knowledge mostly, excepting the one man mining copper in Mongolia agreeing with me that changing the law in 1999 to allow the commercial banks the same laissez-faire as investment banks was, after the hindsight of the sub-prime greed, a much too large allowance for self control for those pursuing more money in the first place.
Just because everyone else is doing it, that doesn’t make it right.
Three nights ago an owl was hooting in the woods across from the Snug Cafe in the evening and again in the morning. The next morning it was heard about 100 meters up the road, still a solitary owl and then the who-who came from near where I was sleeping in Crippen Park. Last night it was heard again, this time though a matching call was made a few hundred meters away and there must have been a match, all is silent this morning.
Except for at the Snug itself, the woman named “Ai” is hard at work getting the coffee ready for people having an early morning start on the day waiting for the next ferry to show up. Only the kitchen lights are on and the OPEN sign is off, but as usual a good number of people walk up and try the door to no avail. I’ve already cleaned up (in the ferry washroom this am), and with all the dry weather and little dew can sit on the picnic tables in front. listening to her play hard rock and roll music and filling the food prep containers.
Here we go, the election season is square upon us and the headline this morning is “I’m protecting middle class, Harper says” – yeah right. More like decimating the middle class…easy to tell what a politico is really saying, just determine what the opposite is of what comes out of their mouth and Bob is your uncle.
Closer to home, lots of deer wandering around where I’ve been parking the van the last few nights. They don’t mind having me around, was able to walk by within five feet of a larger buck yesterday morning. Walking over to the Snug today for morning coffee, an owl has been hooting across the street since at least five, it’s 6:10am now and he’s still going strong.
A month since the last post, and we are into the Fall Season with a typical sunny and warm afternoon “Indian Summer” on the west coast. August was a nice little month, a bit of rain during the week when it was needed and enough that the creeks and ponds on my hike up Mt. Gardner yesterday had water still in them. That was the weather, now for the news/propaganda with an election coming up on October 14th, my 51st birthday.