Archive for July, 2010

Stockinette hell

Saturday, July 31st, 2010

bee balm

I have been working on a blog series about Granville Street. You can read it over here. I haven’t gotten around to writing the really fun posts I have planned for it yet but I’ll link them when I do.

While it’s tempting to say that blogging somewhere else is killing my blog I think this happens every time that I’m working a lot. I just get busy existing. And, well, busy being fixated on the persistent eye twitch I seem to have developed in my left eye.

I’m knitting a sweater out of cotton and it’s slow going. I don’t really have a lot of time to knit these days and I work slower with cotton so it’s been a couple months of stockinette hell now and I’m bored but I feel some strange compulsion to finish something before I start something new. This goes against my very nature. It’s tough.

We totally missed the fair this year. I was way too busy to enter anything and I forgot about the deadline. My sister wasn’t around to bug everyone to death about it. Oh well.

She comes back tomorrow and then she can set us right.

Lake of Stew

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Last night Mye and I went to see Lake of Stew at Cafe Deux Soleils with a couple friends. I tried to explain to a coworker what I was planning on seeing and was a little at a loss. I settled on “knee slapping jig music”.

Eric had had a bad day at work and had some stuff to get off his chest. But the music is not conducive to being pissed off for any long period of time. I’m not sure if he felt any better or if he gave up complaining because the people he was talking to were dancing around and looking silly.

The ants have returned. First they were in the bathroom wall. The landlord called in an exterminator who seemed to fix it, but now they’re coming out of another wall, one that is nowhere near the exterior of the house. This doesn’t really make me feel very confident about calling the exterminator again.

Cameras in the garden

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

Today I spent a bunch of time in the garden working on a film project for work.

Getting the equipment home by transit wasn’t as big an ordeal as I had expected it to be. When I carry a small toolbox of jewelry supplies downtown on the skytrain people stare at me a lot. Dragging home a bunch of bulky camera equipment from work garners barely any attention at all. People just squeeze past and mind their own business.

The next day I felt a little beaten up by it all. The pressure from the strap on the camera bag broke some blood vessels on my shoulder and left a bit of bruising of the kind that I haven’t had since I stopped rowing. I’ve also got a nice bruise on the side of my right knee where the tripod bag kept hitting me as I walked.

I like doing film stuff. The time passes by and I barely notice.

This evening after dinner I chased hummers around. That’s one of the best parts of summer. They’re such cool little creatures.


Thursday, July 22nd, 2010


Today for work my colleague and I went to do one of the interviews for a project we’re working on. We talked to a pretty interesting guy and he touched on a lot of issues that I’m planning on writing a bit about. I’ll post more details later.

After that we went for gelato and had a meeting to debrief in a park. I think that’s probably one of the most pleasant ways to have a staff meeting.

I needed to deposit a cheque after work so I took a shortcut through Metrotown Mall. Alarms were going off and every few minutes there was an announcement. It was hard to make out but it sounded like they suspected a fire in the parkade.

It didn’t matter though. People were still shopping, regardless, and the volume of people was pretty impressive. It’s always hard to take a short cut through the mall. People move erratically and there are too many in the way for me to walk at my normal speed.

Sure enough, when I made it out the other side there were fire trucks.

I find Metrotown large, bright, overstimulating, disorienting and stressful on a good day. The alarm bells heightened the situation into the realm of bizarre. Sometimes I really feel like I’m a rock in the middle of a sea of crazy.


Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

porthole glass

They always manage to put the fireworks right in the middle of when I’m busy. I could go, I guess, but there’s always the hassle of getting home and then the fact that I’d be tired the next day, and I’m tired enough as it is.

I’m fine during the day but I get to this time of day and it hits me like a tonne of bricks. Too bad feeling really fatigued is not actually conducive to being able to sleep. I’m not convinced that the two things are related.

I hate how any time you mention to people that you have trouble getting enough sleep they suddenly become experts on curing insomnia. They’ll mention something like not drinking coffee in the evening as if this is a new idea and I haven’t tried it. I don’t think there’s a quick fix for this sort of thing. I’ve been an insomniac almost since birth.

Luckily I’m not so out of it that I couldn’t enroll my sister in a bunch of classes. She has spent all of today in transit between Fiji and Australia so she couldn’t do it herself. It seemed so much more stressful than when I’m doing it for me. At some point during the whole affair a box got checked that shouldn’t have and the system tried to enroll her in summer classes, which, because it is the end of the semester, none of them were accepting students.

I had a moment of blind panic during which I fished my phone out of my bag so I could cry to my mom. But eventually everything worked out.

I’m talking to her right now. She says she’s appreciative and that Air Pacific has weird vegetarian breakfast food.


Monday, July 19th, 2010


Over the weekend I took off for the Island with my parents. It was a short trip, but pleasant. I’m not sure why but I wasn’t really in the picture-taking mood, so I only have a couple photos I took on the Mill Bay ferry.

Around June of last year we were in an antique mall in Chemainus and a couple pieces of bakelite jewelry caught my eye. There was a hinged bangle that I kind of liked but I really fell in love with a green brooch and it was cheaper so that’s what I ended up taking home.

By the time I got home the next day, I had decided that I was absolutely in love with bakelite jewelry and I headed over to ebay to buy some more. I quickly learned that the prices in Chemainus were quite good and I’ve been kicking myself ever since.

Yesterday we returned to the store that started it all and beyond all odds and expectation, the bangle was in the exact same place on the same shelf. I asked for it and the guy said that it had originally come in with a brooch in the same colour but that it had been sold separately. He started trying to describe what it looked like.

“I know,” I said, “the brooch is on my winter coat.”

There was no way I was going home without that bangle a second time.


Wednesday, July 14th, 2010


I bought some peaches because they were on sale but I am now regretting it. This always happens. I always regret buying peaches. I think that the peach’s praise is horribly undeserved and that peaches unfairly steal the spotlight away from other more worthy fruits. They are the attention-whores of fruitdom.

They’re rarely good. I find with peaches that I keep purchasing and eating them even though they don’t taste very good until I forget why it is that I’m buying them and not some other kind of fruit.

But just about the time I think I’m going to give up buying peaches I eat one that is incredibly delicious and reminds me that peaches are actually supposed to taste good. It recommences the whole cycle of disappointment.

I hate you, peaches. You make me feel like a lab animal in some sort of cruel experiment.

I much prefer nectarines. There’s a certain amount of reliability you can expect from nectarines. They’re more likely to be reasonably good, even if they’re not completely ripe. Not to mention they don’t bruise as easily and they aren’t covered in fuzz.

Yep, nectarines are superior in every way, except when you have a really good peach. Damn peaches.

Free drinks

Sunday, July 11th, 2010


We had planned to go down to see the buskers on Granville but when we got there there was just one stage with a band playing and not a lot else, at least not as much as we had expected.

We wandered up and down the street, eventually deciding that we would go to a pub. We decided on one but when we got there we were disappointed to find that they were charging cover, which left us standing out in the street, trying to decide what to do.

It was just about that time that a woman walked up and gifted us with a small stack of cards that would give us free admission and drinks at a club we had passed earlier up the street. We stood for a while considering this and then decided that there’s nothing wrong with free drinks so we headed over. It would be an experiment.

Standing outside, we looked ourselves up and down and decided that we were probably not the kinds of people they were thinking of when they’d opened this club. The interior gave us the same impression. It was full of chandeliers, plush faux-leather booth seats with fake fur throws, crushed velvet floral brocade wallpaper, washroom attendants that pumped the soap for you and handed you towels. The focal wall was padded leather and had the name of the club monogrammed in gold glitter. Everything was ridiculously over the top tacky. The whole place felt like it was trying way too hard. Lame.

We walked in through the nearly empty dance floor, claimed our free drinks and found a good spot for people watching. As we sat in one of the booths a woman came by with a champagne list. In the interest of continuing our experiment we decided that the six of us should split a bottle of champagne but the cheapest one on the list was $350 so that idea was out.

Eventually we got tired of the place and left.


Saturday, July 10th, 2010


On Friday after work I stood at my bus stop as four consecutive buses drove past without stopping at my stop, jam packed with people from Kits Beach. When the fourth passed by, a woman sighed in annoyance. “That’s the fourth one in a row,” I told her.

I was fed up. I decided that I would walk. No more than about half a block later I heard a car honking and turned to see a taxi pulling over. The lady from the bus stop leaned out the window. “Hop in, I’m paying!” she called out to me.

“You see, I offered everyone else at the stop a ride but they all just stood there like they were stunned,” she said to the driver, “but she’s nice. She talked to me.” She turned to face me. “I looked for you but you were gone. Good thing I recognized your shoes.” She chatted away with the driver as we wove in and out of traffic.

She was tall and thin, made up and put-together in a way I never am, the sort of person that I never really have the chance to talk to unless she’s my waitress at a restaurant. She was wearing a very gorgeous pair of gold shell earrings.

It’s kind of funny the people you run into. Maybe it’s just me but I kind of feel like Vancouver’s getting a lot more friendly. It seems like these sorts of random encounters are happening a lot more often to me. But maybe that’s just me.

I think she might be a waitress at Joey’s. Leave her a decent tip for me, okay?

The future

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

bee balm

Today I went to see off a friend who is joining the exodus to Alberta. Alberta has everything: jobs, decent wages, reasonable cost of living, inexpensive housing… It’s amazing all the awesome things you can have when you have oil. The only problem with it is that it’s Alberta, and everyone I know who has moved to Alberta from here has seemed to fall off the face of the earth. After a certain point you don’t hear from them again.

Someone turned on the blast furnace outside. I really wish that they would turn up the temperature more gradually so I could adjust. I’ve never been much of a summer person. Good thing where I work we get the breeze off the ocean.

Today is apparently the day after the day that Marty McFly landed his DeLorean in the future. We’re in uncharted territory now, a brave new world.