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The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.
The West End of Vancouver isn’t huge at all. It’s a neighbourhood consisting of a handful of blocks in a grid, the furthest area west of downtown you can go, mere steps from English Bay and Stanley Park. It is not to be confused with West Vancouver or the West Side of Vancouver, which I…
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Ode To The Father
Last Sunday was Father’s Day, an occasion which we Lower Mainland Doukhobors commemorate by holding a picnic / potluck at some obscure park out in North Delta. Obscure, but it’s actually called Annieville Lions Park, which works well for me since I’ve been living in my own version of Annieville for over a decade now. …
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Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd
I recently had a conversation with one of my closest friends that found us jumping to the topic of rehabs, recovery houses, and somehow, Matthew Perry. I have never–not even once–seen a full episode of “Friends,” though I have been the victim of clips here and there. Nothing about that show seemed appealing, witty, intelligent,…
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pearson airport barbarism: let’s just conclude this
PRE-READING NOTE: This final entry has taken as much overdramatic, literary, morose license as the author saw fit. However, no hyperbole was involved in the following account, because absolutely none was required. So once the swab had circled the inside of both my nostrils and was packed neatly into a plastic baggie with my personal…

