Politics. It’s pretty much been my life now for thirty plus years. And I love it.
I love thinking about politics and writing about politics. I especially love gossiping about it, which I haven’t done so much on this site. The things you pick up along the way…
But, truth be told (isn’t that a flag) politics isn’t everything (you have no idea how hard it is for me to write a sentence like that). More to the point, much of what passes for politics in BC has been a significant disappointment to me in the last couple of years: the opposite of the noble practice I believe at heart it should be.
In the next four weeks I’ll find out if the ‘out there’ chemo regime I’ve been on for the past long while is doing anything to control the tumours hanging off my spinal chord and brain stem.
I’ll also find out if an operation to de-bulk the tumours will do anything to improve my quality of life or even extend it a wee bit beyond the – to me – meager estimate I’ve been given by my medical team.
In other words, the next four weeks are big for me.
Regardless of the outcome, so will the time be that’s left to me after I learn my latest prognosis. Long or short, it will be limited and defined by the fact that I’m well into the palliative stage, and I know that the possibility of a cure is more ephemeral than a pleasant early morning dream.
There’s a lot to write about in all of that. Some of it is about politics, but less and less is about the day-to-day give and take of politics.
Much of that’s practical. I spent a year fighting for an FOI about the planning process for the BC Place stadium – a year to get information and records that showed the process was fixed and fraudulent in order to hand development rights to a BC Liberal insider.
It’s unlikely that I have another year to do that. And if I do, I’d be crazy to want to spend it that way.
Plus politics isn’t the only thing I care about: Music, travel, photography, literature – I’ve even been known to labour over a short story or two. I revel in a lot of things that have nothing to do with this blog as it is.
I’ve decided that I want the blog to encompass more of these. So the blog will change. How, I’m not sure.
But I take the cow as inspiration. Paul and I came across the cow at the end of a thirty-kilometer stretch of beach in Southern Goa. There wasn’t a field in sight. The cow was standing in the tide, like a comic Aphrodite, checking out the beach and beyond, happy to wonder at the beautiful insanity of it all.
I think there is still some kind of blog in all of that. Above all, I hope it will be an interesting one.