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  • I completely get it, my brother…I get it.

    I completely get it, my brother…I get it.

    Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.…

  • Happy Sagittarius.

    Happy Sagittarius.

    Cookin’ and countin’ down to 50 years old. Just a few more weeks now… We are indeed officially in the month of the archer, which is my sign, which is always a pretty terrific time of year for one and all. Between the burning-a-hole-into-you intensity of Scorpio and the stick-in-the-mud seriousness of Capricorn lies the…

  • I Really Tried My Best.

    I Really Tried My Best.

    My favourite day of the whole summer. I did.  I absolutely gave it the old SFU try.  I documented it in this blog post, where I managed to somehow pull myself up and out of the summertime blues–blues?  More like suicidal despair–and do my damndest to embrace it.  Morning Seawall walks!  Amusing public art!  Meditations! …

  • Questionable Public Art: A Vancouver Seawall Odyssey (with quite the preamble)

    Questionable Public Art: A Vancouver Seawall Odyssey (with quite the preamble)

    Not here, of course. I’m referring to the other side of the Seawall. Come with me! The unthinkable has happened: against every odd outlined in my last grumble-fest regarding this particular time of year, I have leaned into summer. Yes, indeed. And I have not just accepted where I live (the West End), but I…

  • I’m Writing!

    I’m Writing!

    It’s like my brain has been completely broiled by the worst season of them all.   …but the only reason I can actually sit down and type something out today is because I actually woke up to some cool, cloudy weather after being slowly roasted to death over the last several days, and so I am…

  • Spring has sprung, the grass is riz

    Spring has sprung, the grass is riz

    And I know where the flowers is These past few weeks, Vancouver has been experiencing what they are now calling an “atmospheric river.”  Why the euphemistic language?  It’s a MONSOON.  It’s an ENERGY-DEPLETING RAINSTORM.  This is a temperate urban rainforest; meteorologists don’t need to start mollycoddling our feelings with fancy-pants lingo.  We know what’s up. …