rod boyle

Renting a place

At this time, the middle of summer, it's near impossible. Prices are both ridiculously high and cheap, depending. I've arrived in the worst possible season.

A 2 Bedroom lakefront cottage, about 12 miles out of town, perfect location, $2000 - photos, it's beautiful. But $2000 is a little - a lot - out of my reach.

A $1500 walk out basement in Nelson. Yeah, still expensive - ridiculous, when you consider that it's a walkout basement.

And a very few other property listings, most similarly skewed, all expensive, some offering better value than others - it might just be that I have to rent a place and then find a compatible roommate - if you've met me I know you're laughing. ME too.

That's the paradox of Nelson - real estate is cheap to buy - comparatively - but you need the down payment and a legitimate job. Not common here. To rent however it's generally prohibitive.

And if somehow I can just make it until September the tourists and vacationers will go, and there will be a glut of houses on the market, even the opportunity to get house-sitting gigs - low rent in exchange for tenancy and the look of occupation.

But I need a place now...

Details: Category: Miscellany; Created: 16 July 2017

Poesía Sin Fin (Endless Poetry) - Alejandro Jodorowsky (AGAIN)

I've posted this before, copyright takedown on the video, I'm posting it again because he is still one of the best filmmakers alive.

A bad film by Jodorowsky is still, by a long shot, a hell of a lot better than any great film by Hollywood.

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I've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for this, and when, when, will it come to Castlegar or Nelson? It is so very much a "Nelson" film...

Details: Category: Film; Created: 18 July 2017

Alejandro Jodorowsky,

Garage Sales, July 15, 2017

Yeah, no. Nada.

The season is done...

A lady selling rocks, some interesting, but without provenance worthless to me. A couple of others, repeats, still trying to sell shit they've had now 3, 4 weeks running. Back to Balfour, a couple of more garage sales, nothing of interest. A local market. "Market", 2 fiddles, an accordion and guitar sing songs that you would expect to hear played by the orchestra of a sinking ship, "Antiques" - which consist mostly of used ceramic ashtrays, another table with standard garage sale shit - "collectible" plates, cups, saucers, not even worthy of Granny's attic, someone selling produce, preserves, jams, I buy a jar of homemade "Organic Hot Sauce", the band strikes up another tune, a dirge for garage sales, as I wander off into the weeds at the end of the street, a graveyard, of sorts, for abandoned vehicles, old, 30's, 40's trucks, more contemporary trailers, would make good living accommodations, if only they were upright, the perfect discovery for the end of the day...

Get home, open the hot sauce, the texture of gruel, colorless, a brownish grey, no spice or flavour whatsoever, rather perfectly summing up the days garage sales.