Grande Prairie part 1: The Grande Prairie Museum

The Dean Noble Zone.

On August 29, 2007, I decided to go on a trip to Grande Prairie because that town is mentioned very often in Dawson Creek.





The first part of the trip that I will chronicling imminently is the Grande Prairie Museum. It is the centerpiece of this trip.




A swampy marsh just outside the museum grounds.









Views of the main museum building.



A promising distant view of the outdoor exhibit part of the museum. The first thing you notice is that real old West style bank building.

This museum looks like what it would if the Fort St John museum and Walter Wright's Pioneer Village were joined together.





Leading into the museum.




A display of seashells.



A Native crafts display.








The archeology exhibit at the Grande Prairie Museum.











This is one of the exhibit buildings in the indoor part of the museum which houses an iron lung display. The iron lung always reminds me of the Detective in the iron lung in National Lampoon Magazine.

And there is an old wicker wheelchair which brings to mind the wheelchair that belonged to the old decrepit curmudgeon who was the antagonist in that movie.


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GRANDE PRAIRIE MUSEUM HALLWAY DISPLAY

This segment is the hallway exhibit at the museum. I put those accented lines above and below because I want to dilineate each picture I took and why and yet still show that these exhibits are unified within a certain theme in the museum. I love this part of the museum and these photos were photographed only when I saw something that involuntarily compelled me to take the pictures. My favourite things?

Off the top of my head, raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens, warm apple strudel and bright woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string. These are a few of my favourite things....




The hallway display.



An expensive looking old motorcycle.




As the sign says, some of these blankets are over a hundred years old. I saw a hundred year old quilt sold on Antiques Roadshow for about $150,000 US. So some of these ones could be quite pricey!




"Have you got Prince Albert in a can, because if you do, you better let him out!"

One might easily think that the Province of Alberta was named after Prince Albert who was the husband of Queen Victoria.

"Alberta is named after Princess Louise Caroline Alberta (1848–1939), the fourth daughter of Queen Victoria. Princess Louise was the wife of the Marquess of Lorne, Governor General of Canada from 1878 to 1883. Lake Louise, the village of Caroline, and Mount Alberta were also named in honour of Princess Louise."*

"Wikipedia: Alberta

And the Alberta in her name is from the name of her father, Prince Albert!




A display of Native crafts.




A geology display.




Old beer bottles and pop bottles. Some of these brands surely must have been out of existence for years. Brings back memories.




Some really nice plates.






A display of old record players and stereos.




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A self portrait of me at the museum.







A very large dollhouse.




A hot-air balloon basket.

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GRANDE PRAIRIE MUEUM AUDIO ROOM

The audio room. This cozy room reminiscent of an A&B Sound display.



These radios are constantly playing an old radio play from what must be the 1930s.
These radios give off a really warm sound.



Check out the phonograph cylinders on top of the shelf.




A unique grandfather clock style tower stereo. This was a radio and very tall speakers.




Take a look at the vacuum tubes on these old radios.





I just had to take a picture of this old fashioned record player. It isn't even a vibrating needle on a wax disc kinds of record player. This is a record player not from the 1900s but from the 1800s.

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Museum display. Old things.




An old fashioned bicycle and a Model T Ford.




A plaque commemorating and honouring the RCMP.




The Grande Prairie Museum.


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GRANDE PRAIRIE MUSEUM OUTDOOR DISPLAY





First view of the outdoor display of the museum. This exhibit is well thought out.















These above pictures are all of a set. They are part of this house at the museum.






A Church. Services at this particular Church, as a sign explains started at October 8, 1911, and stopped in 1925.










This yellow house is a schoolhouse. The portrait is that of King George V.

The Cockshutt grain thresher reminds me of the one at the Walter Wright Pioneer Village.





Trapper's cabin.






A house and the rooms within.





Miller's Taxi.





A small house with an old cabin setup.







This grandly magnificent building which could be very well be a building from that Mel Gibson movie 'Maverick' looks very much like an old pioneer West, Alberta bank building.







A view of the last part of the museum.










A colourful old building. Photos of the rooms within. A small silver cast-iron stove which looks interesting.




An old sled good for the Wintertime.







Nice old house. Even nicer old saw. They don't make such saws anymore because people have long chopped down all the old trees that would need a saw that size to cut.








The Hudson's Bay Company was Canada's oldest company, over 300 years old. The Hudson Bay's halcyon age was in the days of the fur trappers, the voyageurs, and of the courier de bois.

Interestingly, two of the towns I photochronicled in this area of Northwestern Canada have English names, Dawson Creek and Fort St John, and two others also in the area, which are to the East of those towns FSJ and DC have French names Pouce Coupe and Grande Prairie.











Walking back to the main museum which is the only way the public can get in and out of this fenced theme park.




Me, near the museum.




A view of a downtown office building from just outside the museum.


There it is. The Grande Prairie Museum. Grande Prairie is a much larger town than Pouce Coupe, Dawson Creek and Fort St John, so Grande Prairie would have more money to spend on its museum.

I can not say which of these are travelling exhibits and the next time I go there, there could be totally different displays.

Why not consider a visit to the Grande Prairie Museum if you are in the area.


Actually, at around Christmas time, the Grande Prairie museum apparently has a holiday celebration there and it would be nice to be there one winter evening as the afternoon turns to early evening with snow all around giving the place that wintry look.
This is a good place to think about in the winter time with strings of white lights and strings of multicoloured lights with carolers while drinking that hot apple cider that people drink at Christmas.


This apple drink is made with these ingredients:

either apple juice or apple cider
allspice with cloves, star anise
cinnamon
a few tablespoons of sugar is optional


The mixture is first brought to a boil and then simmered for about 20 minutes.

I am actually thinking strongly about going to Grande Prairie again this Christmas as a Christmas getaway. I would snap some winter photos of the outdoor exhibit of this museum, and then I would order a sushi party tray and eat all of that at the motel room.


Just off topic, I am also getting a Nintendo DS browser.
The browser cannot download videos or any sound applications like the radio, or YouTube, but it can send email, and a person can still read articles on html'ed websites. I especially ordered it for my Nintendo DS.
This is good for a traveller staying in a motel room. Hopefully any motel rooms that I plan to stay at are Internet WiFi HotSpots.

Motel rooms are different from high class hotel rooms. Motel rooms will usually not go above a certain price and they are all very competitive, but there is no limit to what a 5 star hotel will run a person. $10,000 a night for some of these rooms is not surprising.
The Gideons usually do not leave Bibles in drawers of 5 star hotels. I found a gold Gideon Bible at the Prairie Haven motel when I looked in the drawer next to the bed.
Motels have a certain style and appeal to the rugged hearty adventurer.
Third World guesthouses that charge $5 - $10 a night do not have televisions in the rooms, but motels in the First World that routinely charge $100 a night can be expected to have a television.

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Dean Noble

Grande Prairie, part 2

The Dean Noble Zone.


The bus left Dawson Creek for Grande Prairie at 10 am. I was on it. Greyhound runs a trip to Grande Prairie that costs around $27 CAD. I got a return ticket.
The Dawson Creek taxi charges $130 one way to Fort St John, and $200 for a one way trip to Grande Prairie, so as you can see, I saved a considerable amount going on the bus.

At 10:30, the bus passed into Alberta. As soon as I saw the Welcome to Alberta sign, I immediately reset the digital clock ahead on my Nintendo DS.

I always thought that The Shining was filmed at Banff, or Lake Louise Alberta, until recently when I researched and found out it was not. Why would I think that? I should have remembered that Stanley Kubrick did not like to leave England at all for any reason.




The town of Hythe, Alberta. This is one of the small towns which dot the highway.










The above photos show the small town of Beaverlodge, Alberta.








Views of the highway. The clouds go on and on forever to the far and very distant horizon.









Welcome to Grande Prairie.

Grande Prairie is the largest town on the road between Fairbanks Alaska and Edmonton Alberta.



City of Grande Prairie emblem.







The Centennial Centre of Grande Prairie. The bus entered Grande Prairie from the West on highway 43. This building first greets visitors entering the town along that route.







The Greyhound bus station of Grande Prairie.





Just like in every large city, there is that sure as ever awaiting throng of cab drivers waiting and ready to drive you to wherever you want to go. If you are planning to visit the Grande Prairie Museum, just ask the taxi driver to take you there. Don't bother walking, as it is a two mile walk to the Museum.





G.P.. Guinea pig, General Physician, I mean Grande Prairie transit.





The Prairie Mall.

Traveller's tip: Days before my trip, I made a map of Grande Prairie on a letter sized piece of stationery paper. I went to the Super 8 and asked for directions, and when I did, I whipped out my map and put it on the reception desk of that hotel. Out of nowhere, a guy materialized beside me and took a look at the paper.
I later realized what happened:
Never, ever whip out a paper and put it on a desk. Even if the piece of paper in question is that of a map which you have sketched.
A trained security guard would always see that as a overture to a robbery.

Traveller's tip: Don't patronize and don't worry about it. You can't possibly visit every store.

Traveller's tip: Don't internalize about the staff in any place you go to.
Thinking about their looks, their guessed at lifestyles, incidental. Don't do it.


As it turned out, my poorly drawn and rather inaccurate map wasn't necessary. The friendly lady who worked at the front desk of the Super 8 Motel had given me a professionally litheographed map of Grande Prairie.





100th Street in Grande Prairie. As I walked down the sixteen blocks to the museum, I realized that this town is larger than Dawson Creek. Everywhere, I saw red Alberta license plates which was a bit strange after being used to always looking at blue British Columbia license plates. I never seen so many cars all with that red Alberta plate. There are quite a few vehicles in Dawson Creek with those plates, so they looked familiar.








Queen Elizabeth II hospital in Grande Prairie.




A nice view of a flowery park.






An interesting looking building with an influence of the architect, Palladio.





This intersection leads to the museum.




This is a crater at the park on which the museum is situated, which is deeper than it looks.


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Uh, it has been suggested that this article be merged into the other one.*$

*Wikipedia: Mel Gibson 'DUI Incident'

The above article, 'The Grande Prairie Museum':

http://noblezone.blogspot.com/2007/08/grande-prairie-part-1-grande-prairie.html

would fit just about here, if it were merged with this one.

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A railway trestle bridge reminding me of the one in Pouce Coupe.




A large building, larger than any in Dawson Creek and Fort St John.








The above photos are at various points along a stroll down 100th Ave.

This town has a 100th Street which at one points intersects with 100th Ave, another major thoroughfare. This makes things challenging for newcomers, to say the least.




A park.





I must be a wizard. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was on at 3:30 which I saw when I got there. Looking at my Nintendo DS, I saw that it happened to be 3:25!
Obviously I accidentally showed up right on time for Harry Potter.

The movie lasted for about one hour and 40 minutes which, curiously, was how long the trip from Dawson' to Grande Prairie took.






EB Games. The last one I went to was in Vancouver about two years ago. There is one in Grande Prairie and for someone who likes video games, it is important to know that there is a store like this just about an hour and a half away.

Next to the EB Games is an excellent Japanese restaurant. Electrifyingly good Japanese food cleanly prepared. How convenient that a Japanese restaurant is located next to a place that sells video games from Japan?





HSBC branch.





Petland. A jumbo store for people who like animals.







Likewise this Telus building dwarfs any in Dawson Creek and Fort St John.







Obviously, this is the RCMP station in Grande Prairie. This building looks large enough to contain a complete forensics laboratory.

The RCMP serves all across Canada, and there are even R.C.s overseas!

Sometimes it is necessary for the Police to protect you from society, and sometimes it is necessary for the Police to protect society from you!




Mac's and Dairy Queen. In Dawson Creek, the Mac's and Dairy Queen are also just about next together.




Wild Bill's store with that authentic Western movie look.



A view looking North on 100th Street.



Prairie Mall.







It was getting on, so I was forced to look for a place to stay for the night.

As I said, the bus from Dawson' to Grande Prairie leaves at 10 am in Dawson Creek, and arrives at Grande Prairie at 12:30 Alberta time. However, the bus leaving from Grande Prairie to Dawson Creek leaves at 6:20 am and one leaves at 1:40 pm Alberta time. So unless I only wanted to stay there for one hour and ten minutes and then hop on the bus back to Dawson Creek, you could say that I was a captive audience for whatever place I was to stay for the night.

I first went to a Motel. They asked for $70 a night plus a $100 deposit! And to boot, their debit machine was broken.
I then went to the York Hotel, but from first looks, what with drunken cracked out Natives streaming from the doorway, the place looked very rough. It looked like a very bad place. The desk clerk told me that there were no rooms available. When I asked him to recommend me to a hotel, he named The Prairie Haven.

I walked the mile and a half from the York Hotel to the Prairie Haven Motel and much to my pleasant surprise, they offered rooms for $70 a night, requiring only a $50 deposit, and they had no problems with their debit machine! Good people. I want to do them a favour and recommend that if you are ever in Grande Prairie, to stay at the Prairie Haven Motel.
And. This place is just half a block away from the Greyhound bus station! The other places I was thinking of were each over a mile away from the bus station!





A business card from the Prairie Haven Motel, Grande Prairie.






This is the room that I stayed at. As you can see, it is a very adequate room.





Me in the motel room that I stayed at in Grande Prairie.




This is me showing off for the ladies.





The good old Liquor Store.






The Zellers at Prairie Mall. It is a very large store and next door to the bus station.




Arby's.




This town just goes on forever. A view looking West along 116th Ave.




The Real Canadian Superstore....




.... and the Real Canadian Liquor store.




Grain elevators next to a demolition heap.



Bank of Alberta ATM.



A view of the outskirts of the suburbs of Grande Prairie, just across from the Prairie Mall. The town of Grande Prairie is such a large town, you can not see it all in one or two days. I never really had time to visit the suburbs.




How could I take a picture of the Wal-Mart in Dawson Creek and Fort St John, and not take a picture of the Wal-Mart in Grande Prairie.

The Wal-Mart in Grande Prairie.




The Grande Prairie International Airport.


I am glad that I decided to visit Grande Prairie. A larger town with all the restaurants. The town even has an EB Games!

Grande Prairie is a town which I love. I am going to visit that town again. The next time I stay there, I am staying at the Prairie Haven again.

Hopefully, now that I have visited Grande Prairie and shown you that I could do it, that means you could do it too. Perhaps this photoarticle will make you think of visiting Grande Prairie Alberta.

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FAMOUS MUSICIANS FROM THIS REGION

This segment started with just Emerson Drive, but I thought I would expand this and list any famous musicians whom I know of who have gone big from this area which is known as the South Peace River Valley.
Besides, how many really famous musicians from this area would there be that have made the big leagues, anyways? Certainly not hundreds.

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EMERSON DRIVE


Emerson Drive, a country band from Grande Prairie won three awards at the Canadian Country Music Awards on September 10, 2007.
They won:

Group of the Year

Video of the Year - Moments

Song of the Year - Monments




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KIM KUZMA

Kim Kuzma is a famous singer who is from Dawson Creek.
From what I know, she is on the Las Vegas circuit tour.

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BEN HEPPNER

Ben Heppner sang the anthem at the 2006 Winter Olympics.
A street here in Dawson Creek near City Hall is named after him.

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Dean Noble

Dream: Meeting PM Stephen Harper

The Dean Noble Zone.


DREAM: MEETING PM STEPHEN HARPER

Last night, August 20 2007, I had a dream where there was a group of people walking towards a staircase going up. One of them was PM Stephen Harper. I recognized him as he was walking up the stairs. He had a large head and that is one of the things I noticed about him. He also had a bit of a shine on the side of his face as he was walking up the stairs.





I said, "Prime Minister Stephen Harper, hi!"
He said, "Hi!"

He said this as he was already a few steps up the staircase. He did not even turn his head to look at me. He was wearing a grey suit.

Dreams are more intense if one sleeps with the lights on, or otherwise leaves the curtains open during the early morning or afternoon so that the sunlight can stream in. Dreams are less intense, on the average when sleeping in the dark.

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I like falling asleep fast. Always try to fall asleep fast and not slowly.
When I fall asleep slowly, taking five minutes to fall asleep, lately when I was falling asleep, unwanted knowledges, specifically obscure phrases in foreign languages, the names of minor characters from foreign language television shows from the 80s, names of pinup girls, the name of an obscure yet current hip hop band, a line from an epic poem in a dead language learned at school, knowledge from an article written in a girlie magazine. Now such knowledge that is five years old is not embarassing. But that same knowledge remembered twenty years later all of a sudden appearing in the mind could be a problem!
Anthropology teaches that people have been doing this for thousands of years. As long as there have been languages. And languages change and become unrecongnizable after a few centuries.
There is actually just a fine line between an embarassingly obscure geeky phrase and a relevant cool modern phrase, as phrases as composed of just sounds and syllables. It is incidental that one set of sounds and syllables be totally acceptable, while another set of sounds and syllables, well, don't let anyone know that you know that geeky stuff!
When I see certain specific people, often a just as specific phrase to go with that particular person will jump in my mind every time I see them, usually some nonsensical phrase and often in a foreign language.
This does not happen with all people.
Phrases like, "Sledgehammer face, whale king, eat noodles, piggy, salmonhead...etc.," And if it is with a lady whom I otherwise like... Well she is probably thinking the same thing about me!
Some communities recognize this psychic impulse and openly assign people nicknames accordingly which are then publicly used.
I am an old hand at this. Swingers and jet setters, it is not as if they don't have these painful impinging intrusive thoughts. They have the same thoughts and weirder, it is just that they have the... attitude to perform their tasks with precision even in the midst of these thoughts flying through their heads. I imagine myself as someone like this in the future as I am sitting in an ultra modern airport halfway around the world. I have been paid for a photo assignment as well as to write an article about a city for a famous magazine. After a dinner of filet mignon and lobster, I am sipping coffee. Sure these strange thoughts go zipping through my mind, sure as ever, but I am a cosmopolitan man. I can handle it.

The phrases are, I suppose incidental, but there is a bit of pain when they involuntarily emerge. Zen riddle: Don't think of a monkey.

Again, I am getting to be an old hand at this, and I figure that this happens to a lot of people and the most impecuous swingers and jet setters are ones who can score, and get whatever they have to do done even while these strange thoughts are floating through their minds.

In the future, one day, there will probably be a memory machine, but this is an inaccurate term because this machine functions as one that erases memories. One walks into the machine and turns on an electronic ion field and one simply thinks the thoughts that one wants to forget forever, any kind of thought, a name, a foreign phrase, etc. onto the altar of ridiculousness and then erasure. A person has to be careful not to think about a thought that they want to remember.
Everyone can think of things they wish they never encountered, people they wish they never met, phrases from books they wish they never accidentally committed to memory.
Geek stuff. Then the machine would use ion microwaves to zap the thoughts away forever the moment they emerge.
Except with things one wishes they did not encounter, the advantage is the experience of having encountered it concluding in the knowledge that one does not like that thing. If such knowledge was erased, the lesson would have to be learned again. Inconvenient intrusive knowledge teaches what to avoid.
The machine would take away the knowledge of the possibility that such thoughts can occur. Then of course what were previously the second worst thoughts would be the first worst set of thoughts and the exercise would have to be repeated until all thoughts are excised!
This machine would be a Kafkaian machine reminiscent of the punishment that was the bed of with a large slab of spikes lowered from a rope. A wet sponge at the end of a wire within mouth's reach of the bed would be for relieving thirst. Every question wrongly answered would result in the spikes being lowered more.

Of course the best way to deal with a clumsy thought is to instantly replace it with another thought, a clean and happy thought. A strong thought.

Breathing is both a voluntary and an involuntary activity. When I think of my breathing, all of a sudden my breathing is weird.
This also goes with facial expressions. When I think of my facial expressions, all of a sudden my facial expressions are weird. And when I am thinking "Don't make any micro-expressions!" That is invariably when I make microexpressions.
Of course this is a phase that comes with age in that one will spend a certain amount of time thinking about this at some time in their life.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is a mountain again, as the old saying goes.


"Take it easy, take it easy,
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy." - the Eagles


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I took this picture of a rainbow outside my window. This is always a sign that something good is going to happen.



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THE NEXT DIMENSION

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3ZrCUV078M&mode=related&search=


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THE DEAN NOBLE SCHOOL OF FILM PRODUCTION

One of these days, I am actually going to make movies of some of my stories, particularly the Police Blotter stories. I have learned a thing or two with all my years on the Earth and I look forward to using my accumulated knowledge to make movies.

Now anyone who would like to act in a movie of mine would have to pay $50. The result is that they would be shown on YouTube. The $50 would pay for the privelege of working with me as a filmmaker. It will probably be years before anyone would actually accept the offer of paying $50 to be an actor in one of my films. No experience necessary. I would not be accepting everyone's application, and it would be shortlisted.

I would place tapes with x's for where people should stand.

A video camera which has sound recording and editing and layering capabilities. This would include the ability to delete sections all throughout the film at will, the option of recording natural sound, and then being able to record sound on top of that, and on top of that, and on top of that. Multilayering. Off the top of my head, Ben Burtt was the soundman on STAR WARS and Apocalypse Now won the Oscar for best sound in the Academy Awards.

A digital camera needs no light meter.

For credits, I would use felt pen on transparent mylar plastic. I would then film through this which naturally superimposes a ghostly floating layer of text onto the final film production, like regular credits.

Before I do any filming, I would have to do a storyboard.
If I film one of the Police stories, I would have to rent a Police costume from a store. I would ethically film myself walking to and from a Police station a distance away, but to show me actually entering and exiting the place dressed in a mock Police uniform would be to impersonate an Officer.
I would have to get into character to portray a Police Officer. I would only get better with practice. I would also have to at some point portray a doctor.

Bertolt Brecht was a famous German director which whom the war forced him to move to Los Angeles. Luckily, a flourishing fledgeling film company called Hollywood was in full development which was at least on par with the film making production scale that he was used to from Germany.
Bertolt Brecht talked about distancing. This included sudden skips in time, music, narration throughout the film, and subtitles. I plan to use all of this in my upcoming films. And in some of these films, I would also be a narrator.

Now a gonzo production is one where one guy is the actor and the director and the writer, etc. so to avoid that, I think that as per the DVD The Secret, I would like to say to the Universe that one day, I will accumulate a bunch of people who are into films and movies and acting and help me make an independent production of my Police stories and I would try to then sell it to the CBC and even Hollywood.

As for music, rather than to use copyrighted music, I would have to be forced to compose my own music with the instrument that I play well and that is percussion. I actually play the drum kit with the hihat cymbals in 8/4 time, just like most drummers on the radio.
The music for my films would therefore be all percussion instruments. But there would be a driving tropical, lilting beat, for sure. There would be an individual rhythm to start each movie. This would be that particular film's title song. On the suspenseful moments, there would be a drum roll. During exciting moments, pounding drums.

This could be at least a year down the road as I have to get a camera with decent sound recording capabilities, as well as that I have to accumulate enough friends willing to do some minor acting.

With acting, it is a lot of waiting on set. Waiting three hours to do fifteen minutes of acting of which only 2 minutes of that shows up in the final movie. What can you say about acting? Actors famously were defined by what they did while waiting on set. Some played chess.


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LINDSAY LOHAN

Lindsay Cocan, I mean, Lindsay Lohan looks like she is using crystal meth, and not just coke. The distended bloated face, the scarrification, the scabs, the hair looking like it lost some of its nutrients.
I am not saying that she is using crystal meth. Why would anyone be that stupid with a Hollywood career to be messing around with filth like that? I hope that she hits bottom and then recovers. Some people will recover only after they hit the bottom that they are looking for.


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THIS BOTTLE IS WORTH $500,000





"This bottle is worth $500,000."


At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.

This is a memorable dream I had a couple of years ago:
In this dream, I was at the building in what is now the Southwest corner of Main and Keefer Street, now the Mandarin casino. The strong Spring morning sunlight of dreams was streaming in through the large windows of the store.
I was with my father. He was young, about 35 years old and wearing a white short sleeved t-shirt and moved very fast, like silk.
We are together against the Southern wall of the business establishment. A line of torso high drawers about four deep. He opens one of the drawers and in it is a green bottle.
"This bottle is worth $500,000." He teleports to me.





Next thing I notice, the bottle is gone. So is my father as he disappears out through the framed doorway glass partition and then behind a corner just immediate. A sales clerk saunters over and asks,
"Can I help you?"
The sales clerk notices that the bottle and my father are gone so chase after him.
My father disappears out the door and behind a corner to the right hand side of the illustration above. In that CGI, the blue one is me. My father is wearing his short sleeved white shirt and a sales clerk is approaching. The drawer with the green bottle is open.

In dreams, people whom are known as old often appear as young. Perhaps young is not the most accurate descriptor. Perhaps the better phrase is "physically uncomplicated".
Even though they look young, they have all the knowledge and insight that they do when they are old, or in some cases, did when they were old. Unlike young people on Earth, the young looking people in dreams are not naive or unexperienced at all.


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Indian paintbrush flowers of Canada.

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DREAM July 26, 2007


Darius
David
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Persia
Penelope

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DREAMS AUGUST 6, 2007


Last week, I dreamed that I was with my younger adoptive brother. We approached a rabbit fenced in a square enclosure.



"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"I didn't know that it made that sound!"

The rabbit growled.
"I didn't know that it made that sound!" I thought, as I looked at the rabbit. My brother was farther on in the fenced enclosure.





This view is at 4:30 to the rabbit hutch. The rabbit hutch is unseen, directly behind this picture.
The rabbit runs out of the hutch and transforms into a guinea pig as it chases my brother. My brother kicks it and it falls backward and guts spill out.


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A couple of nights ago, I remember I was in a dream. Field trip, remember to keep track of my things. Here is my room I'll sleep in; an old hotel. Time to leave. I see a boat, or skytrain. Small plane. Harbour.

Then I was in a yard. I see a beaver in the water. I was not sure if it was dead or alive. It was very still.




The beaver in the water was very still.

I look down and I see a purple plastic rabbit, one used in bathtubs.



Purple plastic bathtub rabbit down in the grass.





Then the most awesome part, I see a huge walrus, manatee in an empty swimming pool. He was suffering. One of his internal organs was being crushed by his immense weight, unable to move. It looked right at me and noticed me on the edge of the swimming pool looking at him.
"Help me." He said, and not only did he move his lips to form the words, he said it out loud, talking! He did not yell or whisper. He just said "Help me." in a normally loud voice.
I think I saw a sling carrying him up a second later.

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Travelling to another planet using the traditional forces of speed, rate, mass, inertia, friction, and at the speed of light would be too slow. Teleportation is the way to go.

Light is the 4th Dimension. Thought is the Fifth Dimension. In dreams, we do not see thought beings as thought is the only real dimension, but it is too fast and operates on simultaneity. In dreams we see thought beings condensed into light beings. We in this 3rd Dimension are light beings condensed into solid beings.
We are really thought beings condensed down into light beings and then condensed into physical beings.
The thought or 5th dimension is invisible, simultaneous, and pure energy. The 4th and 3rd Dimensions less and lesser so.

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I NEVER LIKED THAT LANGUAGE






The other night, I had a dream. I was on the second and top floor of a restaurant. A Chinese man in his 40's wearing a black pin stripe shirt and that spiked and parted haircut asked me why I do not speak Chinese.
I said to him,
"That language never meant anything to me. I never liked that language."
There was a stairwell to the right. I ran down it, going the two short flights that went down one direction and then down the opposite. As I was running down the stairs, I said,
"I am from Wales. The old name is Cymru." I made sure, at the time, to pronounce the word as Kimrue.
I ran out the door.





Then I opened the door. The stairway to the right, now at the bottom and ground floor was there.
I yelled in,
"Northern Ireland, England, and the United Kingdom!"


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Dean Noble

Dawson Creek Annual Fall Fair Parade 2007

The 2007 Dawson Creek Annual Fall Fair Parade


Part One - The Parade


The 2007 Dawson coke, I mean Dawson Creek Fall Fair and Parade.


The weather was cloudy and the parade was already under way when I arrived there with my digital camera. Lots of people were there.







This fine refurbished jalopy belongs to the City of Pouce Coupe.

Pouce Coupe is to Dawson Creek what Wullerton is to Dog River in Corner Gas, except instead of a relationship of enmity, there is a genuine relationship of deep Peace River style friendship between Dawson Creek and Pouce Coupe.





Car from the city of Taylor, BC, a town which boasts a private outdoor mini-zoo.





The Dawson Creek rockettes!






The lady at the Vanguard of this powder blue procession is Gertraud Martschin.






A lively Wal-Mart float that represents the agrarian spirit of this locale. The goats give the float that really capricious farm vibe.




Cute little pony.





A portable tropical holiday!









The tourism Dawson Creek truck photographically emblazoned with a collage design.
This truck is pulling a large cut up of an RCMP Police figure with two ladies throwing out candies to the crowd.





A horse and rider. The horse is a beautiful animal.






The beautiful people of Dawson Creek on board a Heaton Husky float.






Husky mascot.







A golden bale of hay rolling down the street, on a parade float, that is.





An old car with a big fat A&W mascot bear.





Float of the Nawican Friendship Centre.






A barn, the rainbow, the butterflies, a fun parade float.





Waves of joy.





The float of the Dawson Creek CoOp. Why would I not photograph this, since I shop for groceries at the CoOp just about every day!






A picture I might paint one of these days. Two strong horses pulling a wagon.






Two shetland ponies pulling a cart followed by a smart car. In the background, is the "new look" of the grain elevator.





A country & Western style float.






Children and sunflowers.






The town of Beaverlodge float with a giant beaver.






Pink balloons.





Another decidedly Western style float.





From the Walter Wright Pioneer Village, an old fashioned fire truck.





A picture of the Dawson Creek firefighters who look like Dan Akroyd's Ghostbusters
and with the burned out grain elevator in the background. The two things are not unrelated as these are the actual firefighters who put out that fire!





A float from one of my most favourite towns ever, Pouce Coupe.

The lady in the white cowboy hat is Chris Kus-Kardos who is on city council in Pouce Coupe.






The Elks Lodge float with a large rotating fez.






"Green acres is the place to be...." was heard from the loudspeakers of this float.






The parade continues from 8th Avenue.






A girl wearing a grey rabbit suit hands out candies to the awaiting crowd.






8th Street and 103rd Ave in Dawson Creek.




Horses outside of the government of Canada Farm Credit Corporation. This extends loans for farms to qualified people who have the collateral.






Look at the little pony. So cute!






A Wintertime sled and a float pulled by little horses.






Old classic cars.






The Dawson Creek tourist carriage, which runs year round in front of the town movie theatre.






An elegant old style carriage.





The guy in this truck is Mr. Emmanuel Machado who is the husband of Chris Kux-Kardos. Emmanuel Machado works at City Hall as a civil engineer.

The parade went well.

copyright:

PD - self

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Part Two - The Fall Fair





The approach to the Midway. This year, instead of a giant ferris wheel, there is a ride that looks like two giant revolving steel hammers






The slide ride of the fair. This slide reminds me of a dream I once had. And the slide in my dream was facing West, just at the place that is the Southwest corner of Hastings and Cassiar in Vancouver.






Strawberry rides, whatever.





A classic Merry Go Round of which no fair would be complete.





The Haunted House.




A close up of the two hammers seen on the approach to the fair.






Welcome to Rock Town.






The Orient Express.





The dizzying Midway.






Hall of barkers.






The Beer Gardens. This place reminds me of the drinking times I had with my friend
Steve Cleary, who is expatting it in an exotic tropical country.







The Grandstand. Admission: $22 for adults.






This year, I entered the Rodeo Grounds and here is the stands with people.






A beautiful procession of horses brilliantly choreographed to ride in unison. Some of the girls who ride these horses are smaller than me, but they can take those horses through such speedy paces.






A steer being roped. There is a branch of Japanese martial arts, Ninjitsu, and one of the components of this style is the ability to tie people up fast and well, very much like this steer is being tied.






A well timed classic shot of a white steer being chased and roped.





The Barrel Racing part of the rodeo. This means that the rider has to ride around barrels.






A picture of the barrel racing event taken from the nosebleed section.







A Harry Potter horse.


These pictures were taken on Friday, August the 10. The fair ends on Sunday August the 12th, so there is still time for you to visit! The fair opens at 9 am and closes at 10pm.

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A YOUTUBE VIRGIN NO LONGER

I uploaded my first video on YouTube. I got to get a memory card for my camera because after I took the other pictures, the built in digital video recorder on my camera only had one second worth of film.

Here it is, from Dean Noble productions, The Dawson Fall Fair Rodeo Barrel Racing.

director: drdrtfehytf, ie me, ie Alan Smithee

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7G-72k05oOo

My YouTube name is drdrtfehytf, and that would be pronounced doctor-doctor-fate; the first t and the last f are silent.

Or better yet,





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Dean Noble

Dawson Creek Pouce Coupe Railway Trestle Bridge

The Dawson Creek Pouce Coupe Railway Trestle Bridge, or DCPCRTB





Me, in the fields next to the trestle bridge.


On Wednesday, August the 8th, I decided to snap some photos of the railway trestle bridge near Pouce Coupe.

I was invited to Pouce Coupe this evening. I had an idea of taking a picture of the railway trestle bridge so I brought along my camera. A colleague who does handyman work around the community was there in Pouce Coupe. I had to be there too, as I was asked to momentarily lend a hand.
Since I was then in the neighborhood and totally planning to do this, I next went to the railway trestle bridge to snap some shots.





A picture of me with my distinguished colleague Mr. John Armstrong.





Hello, it's me again.





The approach to the bridge.












Views of this bridge.






A miracle set of snapshots. I photographed one side of the bridge and decided to photochronicle the less oft photographed side of the bridge. I am glad that an inner voice or whatever made me do that because here are a couple of pictures that I snapped of some deer who were not there a minute ago, and disappeared seconds after I took their photo.




The railway trestle bridge out in Pouce Coupe is not part of the CN line, or the Grand Trunk Railway line, this bride is a part of the NAR line which is the Northern Alberta Railway line.



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LIVEVIDEO

www.livevideo.com


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GOOGLE VIDEO

http://video.google.ca

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PLENTYOFFISH

www.plentyoffish.com

This is a totally 100% free dating site, like eHarmony.ca, but this site expressly admonishes you to put away any notion of using a credit card, for this site is free.

I like being single. In case there is that one in a hundred special lady out there whom I have a real chemistry with, one whom I would give up the solitary joys of being single, then she is the one I will go with.
Right now, I am only using this to look for a female pen pal to correspond with, just for kicks. A few of the penpals who write to me, I don't know what to think of them, their vibes, so I do not write back. But I will answer most penpal letters. I am also on

www.interpals.net


I am also on


www.hotornot.com

Maybe I will see some of you there!

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CROCODILE KICK





This is a classic. Years ago, when I was living in Vancouver, I had this dream which still remains in my what Stephen King referred to as "the heart's neighbourhood".
There was a crocodile head that appeared out from a manhole cover.
Somehow a stick materialized like things can materialize in your hands when you need them in dreams, and I placed it in the crocodile's mouth.
Next, as a laugh, I wanted to kick the crocodile in the head but a spirit guide pulled me back from that.

Interpretation: In dreams, things behave even more like they do in real life. Dreams teach. In this case, putting a stick in a crocodiles mouth, like having even one bead of sweat fall on a crocodile's tongue would be merely to activate a passive, neutral, jaw snapping shut eating response.
However, had I kicked it in the jaw, I would have activated a very different response. Crocodiles are obviously fighting animals by nature, and crocodiles would initiate fights with each other doing that very thing, that is slapping each other in the jaw!


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Dean Noble