Another week, another day of rain...Seasickness is a terrible beast...Fear and Loathing in Juneau

I've gotten several emails asking me what about Alaska can be so bad, and for hard-core outdoors enthusiasts the answer is not much, however most of us that come from "God's Country" or Da U.P., Alaska really isn't all that special. If you're in the U.P. right now, look out the nearest window. Ok, now imagine a mountain in the background...good, now you have Alaska. Admittedly there are some interesting things such as the Hubbard Glacier, but that is the kind of thing that you see once, and after close examination of ice melting, you realize that now that you've seen it once, you really don't need to ever again.

Another wonderful thing about Alaska is the rain. One of our ports of call, Ketchikan, proudly boasts that it is the "Rainfall Capital of North America." Oddly enough, it is the only port in which there hasn't been rain this week. On a normal week though you see sunshine in Vancouver, B.C. then probaly won't again until you're back in Van.

Up until last night I was proud of the fact that I have never really gotten motion sickness (Carnival rides don't count, I never count anything but together by the dregs of society smack in the middle of a terrible coke binge). I've been able to go on rides at Six Flags all day and be non-the worse for wear. I've been on a catamaran all day long on open seas and not felt the slightest twinge of a stomach twist. Like I said, until last night. Last night we had such huge waves that my innards would only put up with so much. And now that I've been in bed with her, motion sickness is a cruel mistress.

And lastly this week, I've been in many political talks lately, and I'd like to say that it is quite refreshing conversing with people that haven't been corrupted by the poison of American media. I came across this, and I do believe that this is the direction of the Democratic Party:

"Remember the Whigs, Larry? They went belly up, with no warning at all, when a handful of young politicians like Abe Lincoln decided to move out on their own, and fuck the Whigs...which worked out very nicely, and when it became almost instantly clear that the Whig hierarchy was just a gang of old impotent windbags with no real power at all, the party just curled up and died...and any politician stupid enough to 'stay loyal' went down with the ship."
Hunter S. Thomson
"Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72"

Something to think about, and with new up-and-comers like Barak Obahma (yeah I probaly slaughtered the spelling) I see this as the near future.

Until next week, keep it real, and keep the comments/emails coming.

~peace out yo!
SBJ