Tuesday, March 30, 2010

renewed impetus G8 summit





















Save the date
for me
I am the one who wants to come
to your party
You probe my relationship to the world
by throwing rocks at the nest
little dragon gone astray
it is the way, of things
It is the one that stings
like bees and jellyfish
and loss of love
the sky above
becomes your guidance
that and a compass
the stress is unnerving 
and disturbing but learning
to live with it takes training
like karate or piano
It takes time to know, 
and like I said, time is the element
and like paying rent,
you don't have forever
the sun keeps shining, for now.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The city of LA






















Sweet and sticky and windy
and seedy and the glass reflects
dreams, it seems
The place of stories
bought and sold
only a few get through
The lights in the night
on the windows
of the taxi, on the way home
with your friends
and your thoughts
that house in the hills
A song that takes you back
Can this be real?
It is, and you are here
for now

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

survivor series


























survivor series, pt.1

Broadway and Cambie


















I have faith in people when I see signs that the fight is in us all. And a bit of tongue in cheek doesn't do anyone any harm. 

Friday, March 19, 2010





















Spirit of 76
in you
with confidence
to say what is it
the written, the spoken
the joking, the smitten
the words come easy
there all along
it is the distance 
that is taken
so close to you
an electron away
sesame street led to learning
and plays by you in the basement
on to technological institute 
marketing magic by nature
family oriented 
equations and dissertations 

whistlerblackcomb


























Woke
Saw the sun
the one
Later to descend
the brief but stoic sport
together, we wove down the hill
the snow, the reason
ice, rocks, wind and still
we come here 
like whales to pebbles
we rub our bellies on the rocks
talking and turning our way
to the bottom

vancouver, post olympic depression


















































The olympics are over, the hockey has been forgotten, the afterglow, not sustainable, a spring break beach party, after all. Which is what it always is. Something kind of embarrassing. Something a little bit fascist, a bit of a lie, disguising itself as the truth. I mean, I appreciate good times as much as the next guy but the hockey can last only minutes after you have come. Then, you want to go to sleep. Oh well. I still like this place, for all you sour puss assholes.  

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The following is a list of things that have been pissing me off...

1. Olympic employees and/or volunteers who suck. 
On a trip to Whistler this weekend, I was surprised that there were an army of people, dressed in blue jackets, who were well equipped with everything they needed to help direct the thousands of athletes and skiers. They were only missing one thing: Fucking brains!
The whole village was asunder in the paralympic games, roads blocked off, sidewalks fenced off, lots half full of vanoc SUVs. 
To get around the town, understandably, would be difficult. I expected this. What I didn't expect was a sea of retards with radios and toques that smiled and waved relentlessly, but who had no idea how to direct people around the diversions. 
"Are you skiing today?", one gormless twit asked, as we trundled along from one set of bad directions to the next, dressed in ski pants, boots and carrying skis and poles. "No, I came to a ski resort, with fucking skis, to play tennis." WTF? 
One of these half witted smurf twats had the misfortune of blaming the disorganization on the fact that it was the first day of the paralympics. 
Come on, people. These games have been in the planning stages for seven fucking years! That's more time than it takes to complete two university degrees in hospitality management. And I don't make the comparison lightly. And need I mention the fact that there was another, like, rather large event held on this very ground, only two short weeks ago?
I know I must sound like a complete dick but these blue suited agents of misinformation were uncompromising and tenacious in their expedition to enrage even the most stoic of weary visitors. Everywhere I looked, a dumbass in a blue jacket was there, with a deer in the headlights expression and a radio they clearly did not want or know how to use.
Get a clue, vanoc. Thank goodness they were all volunteers because I don't know who would want to pay these twits for their time. Seriously. 

2. Overpriced organic vegetables. 
If a company is spraying chemicals all over the vegetables that they are growing, wouldn't those chemicals cost, like, a lot of money? I mean, if I had to pay extra, wouldn't it make sense that I should have the cost of all these exotic chemicals passed down to me? Let me get this straight. I am getting less product, ie; chemicals, but I have to pay more? 
So, it costs more to be healthy? Wouldn't the government, in all their infinite cost saving wisdom, want to subsidize the industry that offered a more healthy product? After all, in this country, we have socialized health care and the humans that ingested rat poison for their whole lives would probably end up needing more medical services. No?
Think about it.

3. People who drive cars but are a danger to others because they are too stupid or selfish to do so in a safe and courteous manner. 
The world is full of stupid people and God knows, they all seem to be driving on the dangerous and often infuriating streets of Vancity. 
Cars drift in and out of marked lanes like a junkie on the nod. Signals are only visible when hazard lights are flashing to denote that someone has left their vehicle in someone else's way. Parallel parking is a blood sport for some, taking a full three rounds and the wrath of twenty drivers just to get a fucking Honda civic into a spot large enough for a sherman tank on steroids. If they put down the phone for long enough to actually concentrate on the task of operating a motor vehicle, they may get that car into a spot before they starve to death. 
Recently, a law came into effect that effectively bans cell phone use while driving. I thought this would have some kind of effect on the shit driving. Now I guess people are hand writing messages while driving. The way people drive around here, they should pass a law effectively banning driving. Assholes.  

4. Bad music in public places.
Every time I go into a store, mall, elevator, bar, workplace, your place, I am severely put off by the shit music/muzak that I am forced to endure. I mean, isn't it just as easy to put good music on the player? Does bad music weigh less? Is it always high up on the shelf, too high to reach? Does bad music have a dulling effect on the masses? Did they test this theory on P.O.W.s or something? "Look Vu, when we play elevator version of  Beatles song, remixed by Chris Sheppard, and remixed by Nickelback, prisoner stop fighting and cry self to sleep."
It has the exact opposite effect on me. It turns me into a holy terror, visualizing brutality that I can't even put into words here, fearing hate thought repercussions. 
If it is new clothes I want, I must psyche myself up to endure the barrage of loud, shitty, poppy, electronic, bubblegum tripe that I guess is supposed to go hand in hand with buying a pair of fucking jeans. I wanna grab the pimple faced prick behind the counter and rap him on the ears, for damaging my ears.
If it is food I want, then I prepare to spend a half hour wandering through the aisles, listening to Rod Stewart or Celine Dion or some other suicide inspiring muzakal legend that I have already had to be subjected to due to the fine taste of  others.
If i go to drink a beer in a pub or bar, I will, undoubtedly be subjected to some angry creep that is in his thirties but still uses his parents' divorce and the suburbs as inspiration for crap words laid down between even crappier guitar solos.
And if I have the misfortune of  taking an elevator? Well, there was an entire genre of music created especially for that.
 Crime- destroying music. Judgement-guilty. Punishable by death. 

5. Politicians. 
Nope. Too easy. Like shooting fish in a barrel.  

Sunday, March 7, 2010

















I hear it's your birthday. Happy birthday to you! 

Monday, March 1, 2010

14 gold, 1 hockey game











































If you were on the streets of vancouver after the canadian mens' hockey win on sunday, then you would have had the same kind of pride for this nation that was being displayed on a mass scale. It was like we were all part of something bigger than ourselves. I know, it is only a game but it meant more than that yesterday. And the win brought our national gold medal count to 14, which served to be the greatest gold count of any nation in winter olympic history.  
And wasn't it good to kick the americans' asses. Admit it. It felt good.