Tonight they were screening the latest documentary about the war, one of them anyways, different from the one last week. I honestly only lasted about 15 minutes before deciding to put on my jacket and walk home. If I left 5 minutes earlier I could have caught a ride home with Monique. Ever since the head of Homeland Security came into Monique's library proclaiming Canada to be the 51st state and repeatedly yelling "U.S.A. number one!", she has been done with this tabarnak câlice fucking bullshit (her words, not mine).
I had to take my radio up to the roof because the signal isn't strong enough to reach the repeater from the driveway. Even though the path was covered in ice and snow, I managed to get home just in time to check into the net. I've had this radio for so long that it's held together with zip ties but I've only used it for listening, but lately I've felt the urge to talk with straners. Not through an internet platform controlled by an opaque algorithm commodifying my attention, but something more like picking up a telephone and dialing a random number.
A few people in Vermont in the 80's started lugging radio gear up to the state's tallest mountains and over the course of 40 years have set up a network of interlinked radio repeaters that covers the entire state. While I was the only Canadian, voices from Vermont, Massachusetts and New York state all took orderly turns traveling throught the ether and coming out of my radio. A common theme quickly developed around the chopping and burning of wood while others simply expressed enjoyment in listening to these mostly firewood related conversations.
Tonight's film won tons of awards, I probably should have stayed to watch it. I want to know what's going on in the world, I do - But I'm also super curious if Jason chopped enough wood to last a Rutland winter, or if he'll have to go out and chop more.