Creatively inspired without a doubt. Who knew this little greedy mountain town had something else to give me. I had already accomplished debt, friendship and a greater value of who I am through chemically enhanced spirituality.
Now snuggled in the twin bed, my once a laundry room/kitchenette, alpine chilled room cozily invited me to slumber. Ive packed my room, really, with things I adore. Deep purple drapes and a chair cover my mother rustled up for me on my last trip home to Ontario, small glitter lights, photos, and my collection of colourful clothing.
The creeks and cracks of this building are unnaturally loud. The cat, Oscar, sounded like an elephant sauntering up the steps searching for a warm place alone. There were none. He never gave up though. Strangely, at 11 p.m. none of my six roommates were watching TV or playing foozeball. Its quiet in our three level, retro, hippie house. Even the ever-revolving washing machine and the intrusively humming bathroom fan have gone to bed. I know all this because the house pipes run through my closet, which is an arms length from where I sit.
The Whistler Public Library is too small to be The Library in this world class resort. Global travel attracts individuals who use their intellectual skills as well as their physical skills. In my opinion, Whistler insults the intelligence of its visitors by only offering the physically inspired, the shopping for souvenirs mentality and the food and beverage mongers a way to experience this world class resort. Reading is for gathering information. Reading is tied to learning. Reading offers the thinking individual an opportunity to expand one's horizons, to compare, to appreciate and to learn.
Please consider the negative impact that the current facility has on the thinking population of visitors and permanent Whistler residents. Living in a town that ignores the opportunity of creating a respectable library is to insult these people. I recommend to the community of Whistler that they correct this oversight immediately and build a library worthy of intelligent diverse individuals. Whistler is no longer a jock mentality. Perhaps it is time to recognise the intelligent, thinking individuals who look for more than physical satisfaction when they spend their time in Whistler. Build a library to provide books and a place to read them. A library to serve the expanding community of thinking individuals who happen to read.
Janet Rough Young
Today at Monks Grill, a restaurant at the base of Blackcomb Mountain, I worked. It was a relatively quiet day even though the Telus World Ski and Snowboard Festival had invaded our village. Blackcomb is not a large part in this event, besides the fact that the ski out consists of mud, slush and a direct track to Merlins, our business lulls now. The rain of spring and the defeat of winter brings a solemn depression across the valley, as people slowly run out of money and find no sun in sight. I was still stuck in the delight of winter ending and having some time to breath. I spent a breezy eight hour day in my management position cleaning and fixing whatever I could find. By the end of the day I was a few dollars richer with a $7 tip in my pocket. Taking a cab to my latest love interests house wasnt an option. It was my reward for a day of work, or perhaps an addiction. Buying a $7 sandwich for him was his reward for calling me at work and inviting me over.