Guilty Pleasure Mon

I'm just going to come right out and say it........I love the new Sinead O'Connor album.
It's called Throw Down Your Arms.....but she says Trow Down Yer Arms.

It's fantastic!!!!! Did I mention that it's a reggae album? Yup, but I still love it! Though I will resist playing it 'til even the very last moment as though....bleh....reggae.
But it's GOOOOOOOD, and infectious, and therapeutic; powerful and political and positive, but usually ruined by the goofs in university who play too much Bob Marley. So this is where I would insert the nifty link to my free page, which I know not how to do, where I would post some of the amazing tracks off the album....like Y Mas Gan, Vampire, Downpressor Man, War....there is some seriously good stuff here!
Check it out, and be a closet reggae fan like me.

ugly stuff

Sadly, sometimes you need to weed out the people in your life that cause you grief. I make no claims to being an expert in human relationships and all, but last night I was floored by my 3 year old. She asked perfectly by name about a certain person, where this person was, and where their kids were and what were they doing?
My husband had the same experience a day or so earlier.
It was incredibly sad...a succinct reminder of the irrationality of emotions and such....stubborness, forgiveness, trust, etc......bleh
It is very difficult to explain adult logic, to a child so I just didn't even bother. I just answered her questions to the best of my ability and carried on with the bedtime routine. It was completely flabbergasting in it's clarity.

on a lighter note, it couldn't be a nicer day!

You know how they say idle hands are the devil's playthings?

Well I think busy ones can be as well......*cue diabolical laughter....

MUAH HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
let it begin.

My mind has been officially blown by Knitta!

The Feeding Frenzy Continues

I watched some of the open houses this weekend, and then spotted some friends of ours who were scouting around here. They have sold their 2 bedroom condo, but haven't yet found anything new so they are negotiating to possibly rent out their old place. Yikes! Anything can happen.

The WISH group has sparked a real discussion with the 'parental information sharing group' that we're connectied with here in the hood. Someone had written a letter to the effect that we didn't approve of the location, and that it would cause every creepy john in the universe to just circle the building until the ladies hit the street again. So "no" we weren't in agreement with it.

It wasn't long until emails started rolling in stating the opposite in fact. That yes, we do approve of this facility being nearby. It's such a touchy subject, but seeing the amount of violence to women that goes on around here on a daily basis, you can't help but think that resources are not the problem.

We did decide that this parentall group should stick to information sharing, and not making political decisions for all.
It's easier to just stick to the real estate rants really. Argh.

Vancouver Special

With the news being extra heinous of late, I am finding it too difficult to be aware. I wish that I could just live glazed, without the burden of whatever it is that makes you recognize the supreme ugliness of humanity. It is a struggle everyday to stay positive.
I guess this is why we have music, and books, and art. They are distractions from the stuff we don't want to recognize. Or recognize, if you're into that kind of thing. I am sometimes.

I'm just going to go on a rant here for a minute, and it's mostly local, so I'll understand if you bail.I was browsing the Vancouver Heritage site today, mostly out of interest, and stumbled upon some upcoming proposals. I'm not diving into the heritage society, but I'm glad that some people out there are interested in maintaining some of the character of old time Vancouver.

It's getting ugly in East Van, where all sorts of cute post ww2 homes are getting bulldozed down at an alarming rate. And I'm not talking about the infamous, and bland Vancouver Specials. Anyhoo....what they are replaced with is atrocious to the eyes. Large mouldy stucco boxes.

Here in our hood, I passed by a place up for 1.8 million. And there are hookers literally 2 blocks away. It's ruthless. The greedy broad that purchased the place only 2 years ago got it for something a little more than half a million. It boggles the mind.

"I can't tolerate people"

Perhaps the best thing that I overheard today.

On the old dog walk this afternoon I saw some guy talking with another guy who was karate kicking the air, with his fedora hat pulled way down low, and just as I passed, I overheard,
"yeah, I can't tolerate people. I just can't tolerate them. The doctor says I'm intolerant"
So, uh yeah. He says it like it's some sort of affliction. Hahahaha. I don't know, I just find that ridiculous. And entertaining in a warped way I guess.

Anyhoo.....moment's like those, I wish I had the recorder hooked up. It would be great to have on tape.


That reminds me of the great move The Conversation.
Gene Hackman.
1974.
Definitely worth checking out!

light rain my arse

Besides, it isn't light when you're in it for 4 odd hours or so. I was fully decked out in all the gear today too. Magic wicking shirt, vest, goretex jacket, long underwear, goretex pants, and the to top things off......the G I A N T yellow cape. It is truly a sight to behold.

It was nasty, with mixed slush and rain at times. It was slippery. And I only fell once, but I'm not writing it up out of fear of some sort of hassle. So hopefully the old injuries won't flare up again.

I also found $5.
So it pays to walk around all hang dog looking at the ground.

Felliniesque

Yesterday was SO bizarre.
It started with a body under a bridge.

There was a group of men in dark clothes all standing on, and looking over this railway bridge near where I work. I was walking and looking, and knew immediately that something was up. The police tape was another indicator. So I stopped at the gas N go place, and who should walk in but the friendly neighbourhood pedophile. Of course I befriended him immediately, 'cause he seemed like a nice old guy, then some other neighbour gives me the "pssssssst, he's a serious, convicted, and served his time pediphile you know".

"Oh."

So leave it to me to meet some freak like that. He still talks to me, and I try to be civil. Guys like that should be peeled.

The day finally culminated with some Felliniesque street theatre of drug dealers and their entourages dancing and scratching in the street, as movie filming displaced them from their usual haunts. It is truly a sight to behold, but a little too close for comfort when it's right in front of your house. So I called the cops a few times, and just watched from behind the glass with my coffee cup. I am such a voyeur it's not even funny!
Cat power is finally growing on me. I have a real love hate relationship with the girl. But the music sure gets stuck in the brain!