My friend Ellie Anglin (Pleasure Dome, Cats of Parkdale) used to run a zine called Scared of My Mate with a group of nice ladies from Kitchener-Waterloo. Here’s a collage she made for a story I contributed somewhere back in the early 2000s. If I recall correctly, the story was about a wallflower who decreased in size while attending a dinner party. She plays under cooked carrot slices, slides down the legs of the table, and contemplates new residences. Who knows for sure. Thanks for sharing, Ellie!

Peterborough to Uxbridge on the 7A. Taken after a visit with Charlie and Randy.

WaterCan sent a great welcome package (this toque included!) to registered climbers this week and it could not have made me more excited about my upcoming ascent. Making some big plans for training over the next ten months (287 days, to be exact). Running, pilates, rock climbing — oh, and kettlebells. Kettlebells! Smells like New Year’s resolution to me. Just hope I can keep it up post-climb.

My goals are to a) raise a minimum of $5,000 for WaterCan, and b) reach this sign at the Uhuru Peak in October 2012.

While it is indeed very hardcore to grow a moustache for charity (way to go, mo bros), I hope you’ll agree that it’s also pretty hardcore to climb over 19,000 feet for a cause. Friends and family, please consider supporting my Mount Kilimanjaro climb as part of WaterCan’s twenty-fifth anniversary. I can’t think of a more essential holiday gift than clean water.

Find my donation page here.

One of the worst things about the Attawapiskat story is that it isn’t the first reserve in Ontario to declare a state of emergency this year.

As of today, Chiefs of Ontario says that over 50 First Nations communities in this province are under drinking water advisories. Many of these advisories require people to boil their water before they use it. Sometimes it means that water isn’t fit for consumption at all. What’s worse? A number of these advisories have been in effect for years.

This year, our government released the results of a national engineering assessment of water and wastewater systems on First Nations reserves. They found 314 systems classified as “high-risk.” Yesterday at a conference in Ottawa, AANDC reps told me that this risk is related to system management, not public health — but, in my humble opinion, that is simply spoon-fed government rhetoric. If your system is at risk, your people are at risk. Apply the same term to Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver. If a federal report said that your drinking water system was at high risk, wouldn’t you be worried? Why would this be different for people on reserves?

We don’t have to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars installing intricate distribution systems in order to have clean, safe water. If the goal is potable water, there are plenty of simple, low-tech solutions, and it doesn’t have to be a great financial expense. Modern technology allows us to provide water in dignified, affordable ways.

Still, many of these communities are under-serviced or not serviced at all. How can we let this happen? Water is essential for life, folks. We have nothing if we don’t have water.

Next October, I’m climbing Mount Kilimanjaro in support of WaterCan, a Canadian charity dedicated to fighting global poverty by helping the world’s poorest people gain access to clean water, basic sanitation and hygiene education. Each climber’s goal is to raise a minimum of $5,000. I hope I can count on your support, whether it’s through donations or helping to spread the word.

While WaterCan’s goals for developing countries are a huge part of my personal commitment, for me, this climb is also about spreading awareness that many people here in Canada don’t have access to clean, safe water.

Currently, I’m in talks with a handful of businesses, foundations, and organizations to help match the funds I raise for WaterCan. These funds will be applied to a project (or series of projects) in Canada focused on First Nations water challenges and solutions. This means that if you donate to my climb, your money will be doubly beneficial. More details (and a donation page) to come.

1) Dumping these thoughts into my Tumblr will help free otherwise occupied brain space so I can fully concentrate on finding solutions for some of the world’s toughest problems.

2) Adding yet another thing to my social media oeuvre will cause my brain to evaporate.

Oh well. It’s done. If you wish to indulge (along with) me, here it is. The title is regrettable but accurate.

This week is about loss and hope.

Goodbye, Jack Layton.

Goodbye, Ashley Freek.

The world is better because you were here.

Top: Georgina, ON.
Bottom: Beautiful PNC Park. Pittsburgh, PA.

Top and middle: Bay Bulls
Bottom: Bonavista

A grey afternoon, somewhere between Windsor and Toronto. A near-perfect prelude to King Cobb Steelie @ Lee’s Palace this evening.