Sourdough…..again.

I don’t get a whole lot of comments on this blog.

I tend to fly under the radar……whispering into the wind…wondering where the words fall or if anybody reads them….

One of the posts that I wrote a while back (I’ve been getting up early and drinking coffee ….and writing this blog…long enough now that I can say YEARS AGO….that’s kind of cool….anyway…) was a post about a movie called “Sourdough”.

Alaskan bush life….recorded by a man named Rod Perry and starring his father, Gil.

This was a really good movie…different from the bulk of the movies “out there”.

Here is what was in my mailbox this morning:

It’s so awesome to finally here more about this movie. Watching it years ago as boy who grew up in the woods of BC totally changed my life. I went on to start a wilderness school from the inspiration this movie gave me. I looked for years online to find it in VHS. I finally found a used copy on Amazon. It arrived broken to pieces. I took a brand new blank VHS tape and exchange the shell with the broken one. I watched it once. It didn’t work very well. It got all jammed it the VCR and that was the end of it. I wanted to have it put on DVD but it got ruined before I could get to it. I guess I have to just remember it from memory. Which BTW that movie have a couple lines that I could never forget. Lot’s of wisdom in the writing. Thanks Rod and thanks to your dad. Thanks Peter.
John

Cool to get a comment…and cool to know that the movie mattered to people.

It’s a hard one to find and to see now….and I don’t really know how to change that.

You shouldn’t have to try to repair a broken tape to get a chance to see this movie!

(I understand the creativity behind your efforts, John! I would have done the same thing….)

Anyway….Sourdough !!

That’s a good movie. 

I hope that you get a chance to see it someday.

Here’s a letter that Rod Perry wrote to me after the initial post…..that answers some of the questions about the movie that I had.

(Rod’s website, where you can read his blog and order his books, can be found at rodperry.com)

Hi Peter,
That blog entry on my film Sourdough was a very nicely done piece and I thank you for your kind words. Back in the 70s when Sourdough showed in theaters around the globe, and afterwards when it was shown to regional TV audiences and printed for the VHS market, the film gathered quite a loyal “cult following” that to this day persists. Like any older film, it faded out and became almost impossible to find. Then maybe 15 years ago, Blockbuster brought it out again as a “new release” and once more it could be easily come by. Now of course, it has declined and again become hard to find.
As a filmmaker, I tackled the project with no background whatsoever even in photography, much less cinematography. What I did have going was a art background and innate ability as a storyteller. I thought that if I could but master the film medium I could express myself. I also had an idea for a story I was sure would resonate, a picturesque father who believed in me and agreed to play the part, and (between us) probably many times over a greater volume of expertise as outdoorsmen than all of Hollywood’s technical advisers combined.
By the time it was over I was viewed by many as Alaska’s foremost outdoor cinematographer. But for various reasons, I put down my camera never to pick it up again, a case if there ever was one of burying one’s God-given talents. Just this last year, however, after 35 years, I have the film bug back, with a couple of documentaries and a reality show in mind. Whether or not those dreams gain traction will be a matter of finding backing, and that’s seldom easy.
I can tell you that anyone who’s attracted to my motion picture will be as attracted to my books TRAILBREAKERS Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod. Volume I, about how the old gold rush trail was born, quickly sold out. I’ve rewritten and greatly expanded it, and it should be back in print before next summer. Volume II is about birth of “the Last Great Race On Earth”, the daring 1973 run that founded it, of which I was was one of the pioneering drivers.
Back to Sourdough and my father, I recall telling my mother as we laid him to rest, that I felt so fortunate to have been gifted his final years sharing hardships of the trail and grinding it out against all odds in our belief we could bring off the impossible. I talked to her about how wonderful it had been to have my dad at my back when virtually everyone else out there seemed to dismiss our efforts as those of deluded, naive fools, and rate our chances, at best, to turn out an amateurish flick that might, sponsored by the county rod and gun club, show once down at the local high school auditorium then be forgotten. And then I expressed to her how enriching it was for posterity to have a full-length film featuring my father in his element, not only for me but for the children I hoped to have some day, as well as future generations who would never otherwise know him.
Again Peter, thank you for your glowing assessment of Sourdough. And best wishes to you as a blogger. I look forward to following along.

Rod Perry

(I pulled the trailer for the movie off of YouTube….and, like everything I do on this blog, don’t really have permission to use it…but….IT’S SO GOOD!! The weird voiceover on the trailer isn’t something I remember from the movie… kind of strange. The movie is a lot better than the trailer….but this gives you a taste of what it was…..Maybe you need to watch it with the sound turned down….just watch Rod’s cinematography?)

please amputate my size 16 foot

YouTube is pretty strange.

Some mornings when I don’t feel terribly inspired, I’ll get on YouTube and pick out a video to feature and write a quick blog post about.

This morning it was a toss-up between this video and one that was captioned “Please Amputate My Size 16 Foot”.

This was the one that won the competition.

Check out this house in a cave!

Pretty cool.

You can make just about anything livable….and nice…if you’re willing to work hard at it.

Awwwww….what the heck?! I CAN’T RESIST!!!

Here’s the “runner-up”…..

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That’s rough.

I should have skipped that one before breakfast.

(I couldn’t do it….it was too rough. I switched out the video for a flower picture. That poor guy. Search YouTube if you want to see it….)

Here’s the video that came on after the “foot one”.

In the foot video, you had a sweet guy with a disfiguring condition….who was seeking help after a lifetime of pain.

It was hard to watch.

The disfigurement was pretty jarring and….pretty obvious.

It was an external disfiguration.

There’s something kind of disturbing about this one, too.

People are strange.

 

jump

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Listening to a podcast yesterday, I heard the interviewee say that he’d heard a friend and fellow fitness expert say that the place where we really start to grow old is when we stop jumping.

Jumping?

Jumping.

That’s pretty wild.

I don’t jump anymore if I can help it….things feel kind of dry or something in the knees….kind of ….vulnerable….so I don’t jump.

Somewhere along the line I thought that maybe part of growing older was getting stiff and losing the ability to do some of these things…..like jumping.

That’s a bunch of….hooey.

When I’m moving….using the muscles….working the connective tissue…..keeping the joints lubricated….I don’t hurt like when I’m just sitting in the Mail Jeep….and then coming home to recuperate from….just sitting in the Mail Jeep.

So…I need to start doing some jumping again.

I’m not ready to grow old.

I better not….these little kids run around….I better be able to run around with them.

It’s interesting to me to listen to some of these podcasts with people who are living a fitness based lifestyle.

It’s possible….I hear them talking and I realize that it’s possible to live like that.

Stiffness and lack of mobility don’t have to be a part of getting older….or, maybe, don’t have to be the main focus of growing older.

Maybe “main focus” is a better way to describe the situation.

When did we accept that somewhere in our chronology was a point where we stop being active and settle in to the slow downward slide?

That’s nuts.

Health and wellness are lifelong pursuits.

What’s so hard about remembering that?

expect the unexpected

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I was listening to something the other morning, I forget exactly what, but I remember that the woman who was doing the podcast said that one of the lessons her father had passed down to her was to always expect the unexpected.

She said that events would always happen that were kind of strange….or that put a weird twist on your travel plans….and that you should prepare yourself for everything hitting the fan.

It hit me, listening to her, that “expect the unexpected” is different from “expect the worst”.

“Expect the unexpected” would be a smart thing to expect….and pursue.

Most of the time, I’m hunkered down….a little nervous about chasing after experiences where I can’t predict the outcome.

I live by rote.

I try not to rock the boat.

That’s boring.

What if I pursued outcomes that constantly kept things shaken up?

I’ve heard it said that growth comes through change.

How much growing do we do if I work at maintaining the status quo all the time?

What if I pursued things that always kept us on our toes?

How exciting would that be?!

I really don’t know….it might be a real pain in the….rear.

Of course, delivering the mail and the random event don’t jibe….you can’t be a rebel and be a mailman….you have to be steady and predictable.

And….a steady income is nice….necessary.

You’ve got to keep things covered.

You’ve got to keep your head above water.

It wouldn’t be a bad thing to always expect….and appreciate….and, even, pursue….the unexpected, though.

I should expect the unexpected….to an extraordinary degree.

Why, I should even demand the unexpected for my life.

I’m worth it.

 

all this time…

astral clock

I read that people have stopped wearing wristwatches.

They use their phone now if they want to tell what time it is.

I wear a wristwatch.

Even though my Tracfone would tell me the time, I don’t carry it with me….so I still wear a watch.

This morning, I woke up at 5:01.

At 5:02, I realized that the cat had been in all night….hiding somewhere in the house.

I fed the cat on the porch at 5:03.

At 5:05, I put the water on to boil in the electric kettle.

I found and took my vitamins by 5:08….and by 5:18, I was walking up the stairs with my french press full of coffee, ready to write a few words and to continue getting ready for my day….and preparing to enjoy my pending caffeination.

I remember looking at the clock when I went up the stairs, and it said, “5:18”.

I felt late….like something had been taken from me…..a moment I missed or could have used to be busy at something else.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down.

That’s a pretty gentle indication of what happens to a day.

But….these digital shifts…the minutes and seconds….atomically synced….that’s kind of a harsh reminder of what I’m not getting done.

That’s not as gentle as a new sunrise….or the sight of the sliver of a quarter moon across a grassy field.

It’s 5:35 now….5:36 now….electonically perfect….accurate.

I stress over “being on time”.

I think that it’s some kind of courtesy for people to be able to check their watches or phones, and in the exact moment that I promised, I appear.

I appear….on time.

I guess that’s a good thing.

It’s 5:40 now. (I checked the email)

You know, though….time is just another of our weird inventions…really.

We figure out a new way to track it….with a synced GPS….with something “atomic”……and we think that we have a chance to corral it….to keep it manageable….managed.

Managed.

Hah.

“Awareness” doesn’t mean “understanding”.

People say that time is money.

That’s probably true.

Time is just like money….a ghost….another construct….just a thing that we made up.

It’s a thing that we fool ourselves into thinking we can control because we know how to measure it very accurately.

The sun and the moon….the seasons…..that’s the time we should be paying attention to….but we worry about the time we can bottle up….5:44, now….and say, “yes….I do know what time it is….it’s 5:45 now…..you’re welcome:”

Of couse, having said that, I’ll worry about getting Nate to school on time….and then getting to work….on time…..and then finishing my job in the time they’ve given me to do it.

I will worry about time.

I will spend a good chunk of my time worrying.

About time.

That’s nuts.

How would I spend my day if I couldn’t flip a switch and make it seem like the sun was still shining….even though the moon had been out for hours?

(It’s 5:49 now, and Nate is up. That’s why I hurry….this quiet time is elusive and disappears rapidly. Nate is up.)

Just once, I’d like to be late for something because I couldn’t stop watching a new sunrise….and wasn’t wearing a watch.

I may as well be wearing one of the collars they put on dogs to keep them in the yard.

That watch keeps me from bumping up against an invisible fence!

Freaking time.

the tree comes to me

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I was listening to a podcast yesterday and the fellow that Tim Ferriss  was talking to, Ed Cooke, was talking about perception.

He was talking about a memorable time when he was younger when he realized that his perception didn’t reach out to a tree that he was looking at….the tree came to him.

His eyes didn’t reach out to the tree….they received it.

I’m paraphrasing badly….and probably misunderstanding what he was saying completely….but it was pretty interesting.

We’re receptors….and then we color our experiences with our conception of what we think we’re seeing.

That was pretty interesting.

I guess that’s why two people can look at something or experience an event and come away with completely different feelings about what happened.

Maybe what he was saying was that we don’t really influence what we’re “receiving”….we just color it with our ideas and prejudices.

Maybe he was saying that perception isn’t an activity?

I couldn’t drink enough coffee to really understand what he was saying.

What do I know, anyway?

That’s the way I see it, at least.

It’s a big ego trip to suppose that we’re the hubs….the center of the universe…..that everything in the world circles us….and that all that we see comes somehow from us.

We don’t pull it in with our tractor beam eyes….(tractor beam? is that right?)….we only receive.

We don’t make the wind….we just feel it on our cheek.

And….how about Laird Hamilton….talking about his “most gifted” book…the one that he liked to share the most…. being the Bible!

That was pretty cool….pretty straightforward….not preachy or prosletyzing….just straight up.

I’m hearing a lot of interesting things on these podcasts.

It’s a lot more educational than listening to the “zoo crew”.

(I was pretty down on Itunes ….thought that it was an evil thing….some weird monopoly….yucky…but man….the podcasts are plentiful and a lot of fun and very edumacational. Talk about preconceptions?! I need to get over a few of mine.)

That tree is still coming to me.

 

 

i gots to monetize….still.

Scrooge-Porpoise

I wrote a post a while back called “i gots to monetize“.

It was kind of tongue-in-cheek.

There’s a lot of that going on in this blog.

Sometimes I don’t take much very seriously.

Maybe that’s why I haven’t made any money….with this blog.

Someone at work asked me yesterday if I’d figured out a way to make any money with my “internet thing” yet.

I had to say that I hadn’t even tried.

She told me that she’d been watching some YouTube videos about how to set up a blog and make a living from it.

I think that she’d like to leave the Post Office if she could figure out a way to replace the income.

Join the club.

(That’s just biting the hand that constantly feed me. It’s a good job. It’s a good….and, sometimes, kind of boring job. What job isn’t like that?)

That’s how success is measured, though….by how you’re rewarded financially for the things we do.

I get up every morning and write something for this blog.

Sometimes, I get up late…..like 5:30…..and then it’s kind of a rush to get something down before everyone gets up.

It’s a rush this morning.

I slept in.

Monetizing?

Man….I can’t figure out how to monetize this thing.

This tail wags me hard.

Anyway….what do we miss when the goal at the beginning of the effort is only to make some money?

How do you get motivated to do anything when you’re only trying to second guess what people want or what sells?

I can’t be that mercenary and sustain any interest in doing this.

Although….to see the numbers pile up because I wrote something on MY BLOG (!!) WOULD BE KIND OF COOL.

It would be interesting to make money doing something that I really felt was creative and enjoyable.

I couldn’t call that “work”, though.

When I’m in a hurry, there is one sure thing that I’ve discovered.

What I’ve discovered is this: I can vomit out a bunch of words if it concerns something that I’m complaining about.

Angst is a powerful initiator for complaining….and complaining is easy writing.

You don’t really even have to think much when you’re complaining!!! Easy!!

That’s crummy.

I need to get up earlier…..start running again…see the moon…..listen to the quiet.

Thinking about monetizing anything makes my heart clench up….being out in the natural opens it back up again.

I may figure out how to make some money with a blog someday.

For right now, I need to get back to being a “good animal” in a big and benevolent world.

I need to concentrate on the things that matter.

Monetize?

Shmonetize.

russell

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Look at some of this guy’s work.

It’s so elegant….so considered and considerate….beautiful.

He’s a “western artist”….Jim Harrison used his paintings on the covers of many of his books.

Chatham II

Just good.

Just….good.

There’s so much “flash” in the art world….so much noise….

I appreciate this “quiet” stuff so much.

Russell Chatham.

Look him up.

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This interview is by AJ Scaff.

You can buy copies of the DVD of this interview….along with extra content… by getting in touch with him at gonefishin2009@yahoo.com .

curiosity (satisfaction)²

Hah! Meditating with giant piles of books on the floor behind you….cool.

Maybe curiosity is the key….?

Maybe trying to figure things out is what drives a person….maybe it’s not only arriving at the best conclusion….maybe it’s trying to figure things out that’s important.

And….maybe having the ability to satisfy your curiosity is important, too.

Maybe it’s something that builds on itself….some success finding an answer….breeds more curiosity….maybe some more success….and so on.

This guy, Tim Ferriss, is curious about everything.

He’s the author of The 4-Hour Workweek…..The 4-Hour Body….The 4-Hour Chef.

He’s an interesting character….one of the big names in the “lifestyle design” crowd.

And….he is living to satisfy his curiosity.

And….he’s trying to figure out how to do it all as efficiently as possible.

If you can figure out the efficiency part, you’ll have more time to satisfy all the other areas that you want to work on.

Stay curious.

Maybe that’s the key?

Enthusiasm…..plus curiosity….plus the right focus….should make for an interesting life.

Right?