Kensington
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I've said it once. I've said it a million times. My dad is a genius when it comes to putting together things that help the body. I miss him dearly, but there you can get a small example of some of what he can do. What amazes me to this day is how simple it really is. Hence its genius. I do admit to my biases though.
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I've lived in many different places in my life. While Windsor Ontario will always have a special place in my heart, I still have a fond love for Kensington.
Kensington has probably been my second favorite place to live in all my travels. It's a neighborhood in Calgary. It's located near a major college in Calgary, and has an eclectic assortment of stores and houses all over the area.
It to me is a kind of magical place. For starters it's not on any map or section of the the city. Go on. Look for it on any map or atlas and you will draw a blank. You will find a Kensington Road mind you, but you will not find a place called Kensington. Yet ask anyone in Calgary where such a place is, and they will tell you. They know.
It's a collection of artists, mystics, dabblers, wanderers, the homeless, believers. Every walk of life and personality exists here. You see high school students hold signs up charging dollars for hugs. You see a man with dreadlocks and a kilt play the bagpipes on the corner of 10th and 4th every few days. Or maybe you'll run into the various painters, musicians, writers and artists that dwell here.
This place isn't perfect. You'll find drugs here you couldn't find in the seediest clubs in amsterdam. They are available and in the open. You'll find that and something you've never seen before inside of twenty minutes. There is poverty here as well. Homelessness isn't uncommon to see here anymore. With the cost of living here constantly rising, it pushes the boundaries between have and have not farther and farther away. Kensington is one of the places you can meet the casualties.
Yet for all its flaws, I like it here. I can meet new and interesting people everyday. I can listen to a concert every week. The coffee is good, and best of all, there is not one fast food franchise for kilometers in either direction. The barrier that exists here pushes that kind of commercialism away. And in truth, is probably one of the reasons that this place feels like it feels. I will not be here forever, but while I'm here, I'm enjoying the atmosphere. I hope I get another chance to live here or a place like it someday.
Oh, and who am I in a place like this? Am I the wanderer, the artist, the mystic, the dabbler, the homeless, or the believer? All of them. I believe that the place you live in is a reflection of who you are. Everywhere you go teaches you something about yourself, or reflects a part of who you are.
I am the starving artist looking for that elusive break. I am the dabbler and mystic, seeking out new ideas or old ones, and seeing what works today. I am the have not. I am the have. I am a believer.
Maybe one day I'll stop moving when I'll have all the answers.
Who knows?
JP
click below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAGA9TAvqXk&feature=sdig&et=1264547744.22
I've said it once. I've said it a million times. My dad is a genius when it comes to putting together things that help the body. I miss him dearly, but there you can get a small example of some of what he can do. What amazes me to this day is how simple it really is. Hence its genius. I do admit to my biases though.
Click above if you wish. Onto the entry:
I've lived in many different places in my life. While Windsor Ontario will always have a special place in my heart, I still have a fond love for Kensington.
Kensington has probably been my second favorite place to live in all my travels. It's a neighborhood in Calgary. It's located near a major college in Calgary, and has an eclectic assortment of stores and houses all over the area.
It to me is a kind of magical place. For starters it's not on any map or section of the the city. Go on. Look for it on any map or atlas and you will draw a blank. You will find a Kensington Road mind you, but you will not find a place called Kensington. Yet ask anyone in Calgary where such a place is, and they will tell you. They know.
It's a collection of artists, mystics, dabblers, wanderers, the homeless, believers. Every walk of life and personality exists here. You see high school students hold signs up charging dollars for hugs. You see a man with dreadlocks and a kilt play the bagpipes on the corner of 10th and 4th every few days. Or maybe you'll run into the various painters, musicians, writers and artists that dwell here.
This place isn't perfect. You'll find drugs here you couldn't find in the seediest clubs in amsterdam. They are available and in the open. You'll find that and something you've never seen before inside of twenty minutes. There is poverty here as well. Homelessness isn't uncommon to see here anymore. With the cost of living here constantly rising, it pushes the boundaries between have and have not farther and farther away. Kensington is one of the places you can meet the casualties.
Yet for all its flaws, I like it here. I can meet new and interesting people everyday. I can listen to a concert every week. The coffee is good, and best of all, there is not one fast food franchise for kilometers in either direction. The barrier that exists here pushes that kind of commercialism away. And in truth, is probably one of the reasons that this place feels like it feels. I will not be here forever, but while I'm here, I'm enjoying the atmosphere. I hope I get another chance to live here or a place like it someday.
Oh, and who am I in a place like this? Am I the wanderer, the artist, the mystic, the dabbler, the homeless, or the believer? All of them. I believe that the place you live in is a reflection of who you are. Everywhere you go teaches you something about yourself, or reflects a part of who you are.
I am the starving artist looking for that elusive break. I am the dabbler and mystic, seeking out new ideas or old ones, and seeing what works today. I am the have not. I am the have. I am a believer.
Maybe one day I'll stop moving when I'll have all the answers.
Who knows?
JP