June 15, 2013 jamie bourgeois Purple pitcher plant. The leaves, or the pitcher, actually has an entire ecosystem thriving in the rain and snowmelt that’s collected inside! ANDIT’S CARNIVOROUS! Cedarburg Bog.
May 18, 2013 jamie bourgeois We burned about 23 acres yesterday. You see smoke reallllly loves me. My eyes my nose my lungs. I’m not such a fan. Thanks anyway fire. Happy life new grass!
April 6, 2013 jamie bourgeois “Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart. The movement in which I am a pattern or convolution began incalculable ages before the (conventionally isolated) event called birth, and will continue long after the event called death. Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.” Alan Watts
March 31, 2013 jamie bourgeois ““If you try to capture running water in a bucket, it is clear that you do not understand it and that you will always be disappointed, for in the bucket the water does not run. To “have” running water you must let go of it and let it run. The same is true of life and of God.” -Alan Watts”
February 13, 2013 jamie bourgeois Ninja. Maple 5! Today, team building happened. I am learning that I absolutely love working on a team. I love people. I love challenges. I love when people come together to work through challenges. We all come from different places, are use to different spaces, and have different ideas about the world. If puzzle pieces had a pulse and a personality, I’m sure they’d feel similarly. So that we are, puzzle pieces trying to make a cohesive complete picture out of our tasks for the next tenish months. How boring would a puzzle be if all the pices were squares. duh. cheesy. but duh. However, I discovered something pretty shocking today aswell. My lungs are in an awful condition. I’m terribly sorry lungs. ahem.Oath to Lungs Oh lungs. I promise to get in you better shape. I promise to do everything in my power to keep groady things from attacking and settling in your caverns. I hear your screaming and will obey. You shall, in time, cease to burn, crackle, and cough from a meager run. We shall go far and live long. I love you. Lungs. We shall prevail. Thank you.
February 11, 2013 jamie bourgeois Ah, Group B. B for Best. It was a great week. We were issued our new teams today. What, what!? Maple 5. I’m not so familiar with maple trees. But by the end of these next ten months, watch out world. expert here. Also, fires. SO. guys. the agenda for the next ten months has taken a slight turn. I’ll be pushed both mentally and physically, more than I have ever been in my life. Last Saturday, I took a test which had me walk (not run) 3 miles in under 45 minutes while carrying a 45lb back pack. I did so in 43.09 minutes. O_o Props to Devin and Reiley, two great girls who motivated and pushed me to go through with it and finish. BAH. What a life. this life. AH. Oh, yeah… I MADE THE FIRE TEAM. Saving the environment, here I come. BAM. I think that’s all I had to say. I’m still really nervous/shocked/excited. here I come.
February 10, 2013 jamie bourgeois This is Harry, or Harrison, if you prefer. I mentioned him earlier. He’s sort of been my muse. Many o’ drawings of the cat with the heavy brow. It’s been great. doodle doodle doodle doodle.
February 6, 2013 jamie bourgeois This is what it is. We kind of get real cool pants. They’re a little dorky? But…I’m really into these guys. BIG POCKETS. sweet. I’ve had more insigtful things to say before now..but they have left me. So be it.
February 5, 2013 jamie bourgeois From below then from above. Clouds. Oh oh oh ohhhh. Flying always slaps my awe of this planet into full gear. Not that it really dwindles so much. You know how life goes. But really…seeing the endless blue on blue on blue and the knobs and pockets of earth. So tiny. Paaaaaaaah!!! So… What? So tiny? So huge! So many! So grand but…not? Because its the same old same old that we walk across every day. Dirt grass tree sidewalk dirt grass…. Oh LIFE living! I’m rambling and would like some tea. Next stop, Iowa. Maybe I’ll have another window seat. Oh, also cloud cities. Think about it.