A2 The Cascade
Volume 4 Issue No. 3
B Teresa Ham el Ecopsychology Newsletter Issue 4 Fall 1995)
developed for housing and I want you to visit this place, this kind of Only a ten minute uphill walk place, before it is dismantled. I gave me refuge from the exhaust- sorely wish you could visit this choked streets of Abbotsford, but kind of place anytime and anymore importantly, from the trials where you need a breath of soliof life which we all face and lend tude. to exhaustion. The green leaves Green spaces are increasingly cleared my consciousness, the air rare or marginalized and have was fresh and once again I felt failed to become retreats for the recharged and alive. The trail mind and body. That piece of petereq ahead and I was met with manicured lawn with a park bench ... A precious and literally an enormous rockface. Small unceremoniously placed on the lifesaving part of my early childcaves had been carved out by comer of Peardonville and hood were long periods spent years of rainfall and the trees Clearbrook will not suffice. Such living in the deep woods. Being stood with an eternal guard. 'parks' are created at best, for able to step outside a household aesthetic value, and at worst, an Walking around the bottom in riddled with the unhealthy appesome of the caves, gnarled roots odd piece of land that is not tites and actions of wounded began to take on the faces of old economically viable. It seems the adults and into a completely weathered trolls. I could see the point of a park has been missed: uncontrived environment that felt faces of the earth gnomes grinparks are for reflection, to connect whole and natural, unforced and ning their crevice smiles. Have I with the world which came before brimming with life to which I stirred your soul yet? us, yet which we have stemmed knew I too belonged was a crucial I guess I feel some need to from. In my opinion, for all our part of my ultimate survival. It environmental conscience, real explain the reverence I feel for was directly from the Earth that I recieved healthy nurturance in my these breath-taking natural cathe- green space has not been revered. drals. Most of this land is being The solace of McKee Peak can young life. (quoted in The
not compared to the fluorescent din of your local mall. It seems, to many North-Americans, that parks are merely recreational, places only accessible by car and then, only once in a while, and I have met people (you know, the ones who use their middle finger gratuitously) who could use an urban detox every evening. To leave my home, with a small backyard trail, to live in a box without access to anything else but surburbia, I cringe. To think that one day after the dinner dishes are done I will have nowhere to think, nothing to look at that is not made by people. I will have no place to wipe the dust from my mind. Canada is so young and dynamic, we could set the pace in urban renewalsustainability. We do not have to settle for a Starbucks coffee and a view of the parking lot now. (to be continued in the next issue- Ask for it by name!)
Bureacrac At Its Most Pathetic Thinking this would not be a major problem, Mike went to the hope everything will go smoothly. admissions office to transfet: from After a summer of toiling for Ssection 'A' to Section 'B'. The tuition, relaxing on vacation, or 'registration personel' told Mike babysitting your television, the he could not transfer the course. last thing you need are problems Instead, Mike would have to at school. withdraw from this class and then Mike Love, a fine arts student re-enrole himself into the same at UCFV, was hoping for a hassle- class, in a different section. By free day on Tuesday, September 3, changing sections this way, Mike but he realized he wanted to would recieve onl 75% of his change the section of his photog- money back from withdrawing, as raphy class.
Onthe first day of classes, you
the other 25% is kept for 'processing fees', if the student withdraws after the scheduled registering time. Mike would then have to pay more money to re-enrole himself into the same class, which he just withdrew from! Confused over how complicated this process was, Mike talked to his professor about the situation. His professor thought the entire process was bizare and made a personal appearance in the
admissions office. She straightened out the situation; Mike was able to transfer sections without losing money or the hassle of having to withdraw and re-enrole himself. The 'registration personel' listened to the professor but not the student. Students do not want to have to drag their professors to the admissions office every time they think they are being swindled.
This Issue's Sign That There Is A Conspiracy The Clam Chowder Incident: One day we both decided to eat Campbell's Chunky Clam Chowder for supper. Chris had bought his at Costco while I had purchased mine at the local Save-On Foods. Upon comparison we noticed the labels illustrated very different versions of what the chowder consisted of. Chris's (see diagram A) was more of a soup, with small chunks of potato and clam meandering around in a bow 1. My label (diagram B) however, was a depiction of real chunks of
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clam and potato- almost a bit much in my opinion. Upon furthur investigation, we noted that the ingredients, weight and all that sort of stuff was the same-only the picture differed.
So we opened both cans up, poured the contents in similar bowls and compared. We found that the consistency of the Chowder was almost exactly the same; neither too runny or too chunky, just plain stew. Now, maybe this seems trivial, but why the hell did they have to give me a can depicting steroid-like foods and Chris gets a can of runny soup? We know why. Do you?
