Beginning Again [The Evolution of the Moose]

Location: Halifax, NS > Edmunston, NB (700km)

Date: October 13th, 2022

The dew point is 9 degrees.

HELLO VACUOUS INTERNET VOID. It’s me- Logan. The Logan you know and love. Or don’t know and love. Or know and despise. Yes- that Logan. Sometimes things change. For better or for worse in equal measure change can feel scary regardless of the outcome. At least I think it does… When I read back old blog posts I often begrudgingly wrote to keep record of my life- I am often surprised by the ease of my voice. Was I actually more relaxed as a 18 year old? Was life actually simpler? Or was I just writing most of the posts at midnight in the middle of a field surrounded by camel shit trying to get to the point while sharing some semblance of charm? Am I still funny? These are the questions I ponder. Also what the hell is a dew point?

This blog will likely continue to be a mishmash of personal life, travelling adventures, and bad puns with 80% less wildlife and 100% more puppets.

I am going back on tour! A very different tour to the one I embarked on in 2015! I am performing in the world premiere of Mermaid Theatre of Nova Scotia‘s production of “It’s Okay to be Different”!

I am thrilled and terrified and trying my best to blog honestly. I feel like over the years I have struggled with finding authentic thoughts and expressions. Even as I write this the dark foggy voice in my mind suggests “being open about your fear of lack of authenticity doesn’t make you authentic”.

Anyways- I am in New Brunswick! At a Days Inn which costs more than nearly every other place we are staying on this leg of the tour. I wish I had more time to stick around and see some actual excitement in Edmunston rather than highway and trees- but alas- it is a stopping place. The drive today was long (and I am still getting used to maneuvering our large van) but it was overall a lovely day to pass non descript fall foliage for hours on end. I feel so fortunate to be on this adventure with my best friend Ivy. She is a non relenting ball of sunshine who is currently sitting in the hotel room with me trying to adjust to not flipping pages on her new ‘kindle’. I have changed a lot over the years and having friends who follow along with me with kindness are worth their weight in gold.

How is this blog reading? Too much personal gunk weighing it down? What is the tone? Am I flitting too freely from revelations and gratitude to travel deets? Should I start talking about moose now? Do I sound more jaded than I used to? I thought inhibition fades with age?

Did you know they have very recently updated the Moose warning signs in Canada? I have attached a photo below comparing the two. I enjoy this for a number of reasons:

1. This was considered important enough that it actually got done. These new signs are in circulation. Somebody approved this and made it happen.
2. These are two indistinguishable creatures. If you showed somebody in New Guinea these two signs they would most certainly tell you they are not the same animal. This is artistic interpretation in signage at a level hitherto unseen.
3. I identify with this moose. The transformation can be seen many ways, I think. Sure- the new moose is more dapper and anatomically correct. I think it looks more like how a moose ‘should’. It conforms excellently to societal expectations and stands proudly doing so. But where is the deformed squidward/peanut nose? Where are the disproportionate front legs? The venus fly traps antlers? This new moose might be a more functioning member of society now but have they lost what made them special? Worth acknowledging?
   
   I like to believe that the old moose is still in there somewhere. Deep down beneath this svelt new form and contoured edges. I mean… I am writing a metaphor about a silhouette of a moose. That is some pretty droopy-nosed behaviour is you ask me and that is fine by me.

On to Montreal tomorrow to spend another night on our way to NY (and to see Tali, my sister who knows me best from my misformed moose days).

Don’t be afraid to change shape. Just remember the forms through which you have travelled to get there.

XOXO

I will spend the next month figuring out what this blog is.

Lo