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BACK ON THE STREET! Coffee@thegreatnorthern LIves! It's amazing to be back after such a long unanticipated hiatus. A few months back saw "the emergence of some sort of brain malfunction that lead to the untimely demise of my comps logic board". Or a case i'd like to refer to as " the laptop fell off my lap and now the monitor is screwed". How ever i choose to think of it, i was kept away from regular Internetting of any sort! This unfortunate incident combined with the 2011 salmon canning season meant I was out of the loop for almost 6 months! I feel so behind! In the meantime I moved to ultra hip Portland, Or and finally got a decent MacBook. Now I'm back on the scene shredding it up once again. Stay tuned for regular rants, updates and random nerdery.
On june 16 Martha, Tigris and I left once again for the salmon season in Naknek Alaska along Bristol Bay. This was the second consecutive season as willing slaves in the warehouse for Tigri and I, and after skipping the previous year, Martha came for her third. The cannery work is not nearly as brutal or fishy as it sounds, for us lucky bastards at least. Working in the warehouse means casing up sealed cans of cooked wild alaskan salmon. All the freezing wet processing, the guts and blood have been sprayed long before we ever see the cans. They are wheeled in to us in near thousand pound iron "bussies" layers of gold tin cans separated by metal sheets. They are manually thrown on a small conveyer belt then palletized twenty layers high by a fairly large and intimidating square magnet head. The stack is then boxed up manually and taken to the loading dock on a forklift. Incredible. Our jobs are relatively cushy compared to the poor fools who earn the same 7.75 wage on the slime line or in the freezer. This is because of our boss, the warehouse foreman, Dean. Dean understandably fell in crushy love with martha the first time they met in the warehouse years earlier. I don't mind this at all. Not one bit. Considering that I kinda fell in crushy love with Dean. This makes for an amazing working environment and a very fun summer salmon season. There were enough hangovers and dance parties to show for it at least.
The best part of the whole Naknek experience is getting the opportunity to meet a few amazing individuals amidst such a clamor of utter assholes and people so far from the type that i would like to hang out with normally. But there we all are, stuck for 12 to 16 hours a day with one another. Its very surreal. I also have met some of my favorite people i know in that strange place. Dean and Max, Sean, Jean, are people who i would love to know for the rest of my life. i really didn't realize how much i missed them or the whole AGS routine until I came back to Humboldt for a friends wedding. The wedding and my friends were beautiful. I never want to live in Humboldt again.
I dont know why this song makes me so nostalgic. Its coming into the warehouse on a chilly alaska morning, tired and hungover, its trying to wake up, it just makes me remember how much fun this summer was.
On june 16 Martha, Tigris and I left once again for the salmon season in Naknek Alaska along Bristol Bay. This was the second consecutive season as willing slaves in the warehouse for Tigri and I, and after skipping the previous year, Martha came for her third. The cannery work is not nearly as brutal or fishy as it sounds, for us lucky bastards at least. Working in the warehouse means casing up sealed cans of cooked wild alaskan salmon. All the freezing wet processing, the guts and blood have been sprayed long before we ever see the cans. They are wheeled in to us in near thousand pound iron "bussies" layers of gold tin cans separated by metal sheets. They are manually thrown on a small conveyer belt then palletized twenty layers high by a fairly large and intimidating square magnet head. The stack is then boxed up manually and taken to the loading dock on a forklift. Incredible. Our jobs are relatively cushy compared to the poor fools who earn the same 7.75 wage on the slime line or in the freezer. This is because of our boss, the warehouse foreman, Dean. Dean understandably fell in crushy love with martha the first time they met in the warehouse years earlier. I don't mind this at all. Not one bit. Considering that I kinda fell in crushy love with Dean. This makes for an amazing working environment and a very fun summer salmon season. There were enough hangovers and dance parties to show for it at least.
The best part of the whole Naknek experience is getting the opportunity to meet a few amazing individuals amidst such a clamor of utter assholes and people so far from the type that i would like to hang out with normally. But there we all are, stuck for 12 to 16 hours a day with one another. Its very surreal. I also have met some of my favorite people i know in that strange place. Dean and Max, Sean, Jean, are people who i would love to know for the rest of my life. i really didn't realize how much i missed them or the whole AGS routine until I came back to Humboldt for a friends wedding. The wedding and my friends were beautiful. I never want to live in Humboldt again.
I dont know why this song makes me so nostalgic. Its coming into the warehouse on a chilly alaska morning, tired and hungover, its trying to wake up, it just makes me remember how much fun this summer was.
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