• 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.…

  • There is simply…

    There is simply…

    …no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…

  • 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…

  • WordPress prompt.  Also, another video on another auspicious day.

    WordPress prompt. Also, another video on another auspicious day.

    I know my instinct was to turn that gourd above into a hand-carved object of terror. See? My instincts were correct! It could not have been any other way! I haven’t done a writing prompt in ages, but figured that today might be a good day to tackle one; I’m ultra-busy with other tasks, but…

  • Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)

    Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)

    A bench too meaningful to commit to simple paragraphs. …and honestly, the outline I started a couple of months ago was just spiraling out of control. The story of the Vancouver Granville Street Bridge Benches really isn’t that fabulous, but I have a tendency to start everything with a massive preamble, then elaborate on details…

  • 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…

  • Bitchin’ and Beachin’: A Canada Day Harangue

    Bitchin’ and Beachin’: A Canada Day Harangue

    This Canada flag kinds of says it all about my country: a bit screwed up for now, but eventually it’ll unfold back into admirable functionality. It’s my second annual Canada Day blog entry, and I have to say, the overall energy this year is shockingly different from last year, when everyone felt pretty defeated and…

  • 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. …