D.I.Y

 

 These concepts excite me. The thought of D.I.Y. gives the same excitement as when I was in grade 5, and would tape songs off the radio and distribute them to my class mates as top 5's, I had this weird Norwegian kid named Trigve who helped me. 

 My girlfriend, who unfortunately lives on the other side of the country, is apart of a community which revolves around local social capital. She belongs to a group of women who are all entrepreneurs, they are using this concept to remain separate from the recession as it is affecting Edmonton's oil based economy greatly. These women all run small businesses and try to only buy from each other. Karen makes women's clothing and sells it at the meetings, in turn she buys her feminine products or anything the group provides through their circle. If she wanted to open up a store there the group would put up the money for it, they all pitch in a thousand dollars twice a year and it goes into an investment, twice a year she receives seven times the amount she put in to the investment. Not a bad racket. While the caucasian families who have been in Edmonton for several generations are wallowing in stress, the immigrants are sticking together and getting richer. 

 Part of me cackles like some evil villain boiling a child in a cauldron when I think of all those jerk off rig pigs. Jobless. With lease payments for their ski-doo's and pick up trucks bashing there swollen testicles into reality. My girlfriend is moving here in august, thankfully, hopefully we can find a similar community or create one here in Montreal. If it can happen in Edmonton it can happen anywhewre.