“OK good, now hinge at the hips but don’t flip the tailbone and feel that stretch right from the heels to the tips of the fingers and come into the present moment, and dog stretch, and don’t think about this town, and if I see one more man with a bun, not a ponytail but an honest to god bun with an honest-to-god SCRUNCHIE and those birkenstocks like he’s some kind of homeless samurai… And he’s the one turning me down!
Archive for the ‘Vancouver’ Category
Whoa Canada is a film by the young activists who brought us “Shit Harper Did” during the 2011 federal election. It’s a really unsettling tour through the Canadian security state, with great cameos by Edward Snowden, Pam Palmater & many others, all gathered together in one excellent compendium. Check out the phalanxes of cops and guns that the government will produce against a bunch of kids with cameras and giant inflatable eyeballs.
“Between 2010 and 2014, the UN High Commissioner for Refugees found that Canada dropped from fifth to fifteenth in the list of refugee-receiving industrialized countries.”
This fact about Canada’s failure to take in its share of refugees, and about the way it imprisons refugees in Canada for years on end, with children being born and growing up in jail, comes from the excellent website NeverHome.ca.
The two cones at left are young and old cones from the same pine tree (I forget the variety); same with the ones on the right, but from a blue atlas cedar. Plus an oak leaf from the trees that sway dangerously over the house
After months of drought in Vancouver, an almost cartoon storm arrived.
Because of my research on a 1976 event, people keep bringing me things from that general era. Thanks to my friend Resi for finding this in her mother’s house and bringing it to me yesterday. Not only is this Vancouver neighbourhood nearby to me (and now gentrified many times over), the map shows the Gastown Wax Museum where I worked many a summer in Vancouver, though its sign seems to be on the wrong building.
The receipt says October 21, 2013. I was at a local restaurant (which shall remain nameless) with two architect girlfriends. As I looked over the restaurant’s faux-Victorian, Yukon gold rush brothel decor (readers of this blog know is something that has been irking me for a while) I asked for their opinions.