Famous In a Small Town

As promised, Here I am again, not even a day later. As I read through a number of blogs today, I became inspired to pick up where I left off in January. I suppose a lot has happened over the last 9 months, and it would be quite difficult to sum it up without rambling. However, The following is a condensed list of what I have accomplished and/or experienced since my last post:

-In February of this year I received my commercial helicopter pilots license (and have yet to put it to practical use in a working capacity)
-on a sad note, In early April I traded my truck for a car (I know, I'm a loser). However, I purchased a Toyota supra, which is pretty much as awesome as cars get, so its all good
-After finishing school, I returned to Grand Forks shortly, before moving to kelowna again for work
-I worked in kelowna at Okanagan college for approximately 3 months as grounds keeper/landscaper
-In June I grew tired of the big town, so I gave my notice, packed my things, and headed up north to my home town of Hazelton
-After 3 weeks hanging out with family, I went in search of work, and on my first stop, I was offered Short term work as a first aid attendant at a Heli-logging camp
-On my way back to GF from the north lands, I ran into troubles with my car, which resulted in a 15 hour trip turning into a 22 hour trip
-I spent the rest of the summer in Grand Forks, doing pretty much nothing except for the occasional day working at Pines Bible Camp and the Pa Van Ranch
-In early September I took a job with ICBC, my most hated branch of the Provincial Government. I was hired by one Katie Jepsen, who has been given money by ICBC to take me on, due to her being in a car accident. I do the work that she is unable to do, and as a result, I have been assisting at/operating a daycare.
-as of this Friday, I will again be unemployed, and will be searching for what is next in my life.

Well, that pretty much sums it up, save for the details.

Last weekend I was shocked to discover that I am famous...or at least that I am recognizable to some. I was at the local shell station, when a kid that I had never met before approached me. "Weren't you in MuG?" he asked. I stood speechless for a moment, basking in the recognition I had just received. After admitting, somewhat timidly that, yes, I was in fact a member of the aforementioned band, he continued on to say that "I think that MuG was one of the best bands to ever come out of Grand Forks". Now, my personal opinion, I must admit, differs slightly from his claim due to the lack of talent, desire for greatness, and overall mediocrity that is MuG, as far as music is concerned. However, that being said, I stand by the fact that MuG is more than just a band, it's a way of life. Only a select few will grasp the true meaning of this, but as is now evident, that lifestyle, which leaked its way into the music scene for a few short moments in history, has not been forgotten. Maybe, just maybe, the self-proclaimed awesomeness that drove MuG, not as a band, but as 4 friends and those who they were surrounded by, made a positive impact on the life of another, and that, my friends, is what it is all about. So, to those of you who were members of MuG, supporters, friends, family,,or hosts to our shows, I give my thanks, and wish you all to know that MuG is still alive as ever to me, it simply isn't as public as it once was.

All the best, and as always, here are some words to ponder

"Through my lips passed eulogies for all the oaths that I have broken
And still the ghost of hope was haunting, through the dark to save the living
And still beneath it all I dreamt that God could be forgiving"
-Josh Dies, Reese Roper