Saturday, February 20, 2010

The center of all things is the place where we all go at night, while we are sleeping.

I remember a time when the simple things were enough to sustain. It has been many times in my life but what strikes me as curious is that I was poor at the time. I was in college or without a job or just working enough to put food on the table and a roof over my head and not much else. My most valued possession was a library card. Spending hours in the library each day, reading about Darwinism or the diaries of Kurt Cobain. Then I would borrow movies and books and head home. A bicycle is the best way to get around and you see more of the city that way. Life has a way of seeming more relevant when it is not whizzing by you at 80 km/h. 
Groceries bought for next to nothing at the discount corner produce market, learning to be creative and healthy, while spending very little money. This is where I pioneered the 'continuous stew', the goulash that would repetitiously have ingredients added to it over the course of a few days. 
All I am saying is the small things seem to matter more and maybe necessity is the mother of attention. 

Thursday, February 18, 2010

the oh limp ics

Man, the city is alive and hosting the world. Or at least a few people in the world that care enough about how fast someone can skate or how high someone can jump on a pair of skis, etc., are wandering around the place, thinking God knows what about the city that made it onto the big stage. Granted, anyone that has enough time and loot to fly to vancouver to watch people hurl their bodies down the hill, belong in the privileged classes. Unless you are an Olympic like, fanatic or something. It is only during the olympics that men will talk openly in the presence of other men, about figure skating, luge or downhill skiing, for that matter. Thank god the men have hockey to right the wrongs. 
The nationalism breaks onto the scene like the kool-aid guy busting through the brick wall and sayin', "Oh yeah!". Suddenly we spring into this blood thirsty, fascist, fun seeking mono culture. Look at the pretty lights. Look at all the flags flying freely, look at the sentries.
The torch, surrounded by chain link, is ridiculous as a stage play with no actors and a corner without a store, bragging that all other torches had been unattainable by a long shot because they had been high up on a roof. Think about it, assholes, people, by nature, have a serious aversion to chain link fence. We just don't like it. Neither do dogs. Chain link is just a bad idea and should actually be banned, citing aesthetic and psychological causes to people and nature alike. Oh well, they tried, didn't they? 
Sorry, what's that? I couldn't hear you over the military and police helicopters that are circling overhead. Are athletes really a target? It is just another excuse to spend corporate dollars on security. They are spending upwards of $900 million on security for the events and that money will be dispersed throughout the country, for all the visiting law enforcement. That would be looked at as a positive and it is, save for all the challenges to our charter, which was last suspended during the FLQ crisis in 1970. I don't know. Maybe some of our charter rights were revoked during expos or some other public sponsored, corporate teat sucking event. The benefits to our city are negotiable, depending on who you are. Undoubtedly, it will be good for some. Even artists and musicians will benefit from this two week orgy of tax fueled masturbation, getting to showcase their wares to people who would otherwise have not had a chance because they live in a gated community somewhere in Australia or Singapore or Toronto and they are staying in a gated community here in Vancouver while taking in the olympics and they work in an office somewhere, the lights are cool white and so are the other people that work there. They bring macaroni in tupperware and heat it up in the microwave at lunch time. They go to Mexico for a week each year and return wearing a straw sun hat while getting into the taxi in the pouring rain. These are the assholes coming in droves .
Listen, I don't want to be that guy. But, come on, people. $8 billion and counting. I know some of these expenditures are to be left as a legacy. The Canada line, the highway to Whistler, the new roof on BC place, the blah blah blah that costs us billions of dollars. We have an opportunity to shine here, to spend our tax dollars on things that matter, such as health care, education, renewable energy. The SUVs driving around sponsored by GM, which translated, means you, since the feds gave them $12 billion bucks, what the fuck? 
Seriously, this is fun and stuff but this is a party that we cannot afford. 
The press is crowing about the snow, the transportation, the organization, the frustration.
Welcome to the rain forest city. Warm. Wet. Proud. Hopeful. 

The kids are alright...

Look to children for your guidance. 
They are the ones who take life for what it is. They do not try to examine everything for flaws or complications, they accept things as they are. The clouds bring rain and the sky will be blue again. Someday. Soon.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

What in the world?

I don't think everyone is totally stoked about the games.  

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Taking Bodhi for a walk

Taking Bodhi for a walk
He's the dog 
And my Dad drives
through the rain and fog
to the trails
We talk
of the way of things
nonsensical and whimsical
Its the tricks and the truth
that will get us out of this, we say
whatever this is.
For now we will walk with the dog in the rain

Monday, February 1, 2010

black history month

Black history month never meant so much to so many. We have come a long way, baby. The dreams of so many black and white people came to pass last year when the highest office of the land finally came to be filled by an African american. Compared to birmingham, alabama in the 60's or Chicago or watts or even LA in '92, that shit is fresh in all our minds. It seems like a triumph over evil and stupidity. I know it is symbolic and we all respond in good faith. The call has been answered.  The seat is now available to anyone.

the dream is everyone's dream.