Sunday, January 29, 2006

take me out


Wow!!!
Had a night out last night, at a little Jewel in Gastown.
It was a private birthday party, in a great space, with one of those lap top djs.
Gotta love the lap top dj!!!

A totally hilarious thing happened...this girl at the party said, did you used to play music?, 'cause I used to work at the (now defunct) Sugar Refinery. It was a total trip, and I laughed my head off, 'cause it was so damn ridiculous.
The food was great, the folks were FINE and at times the music wasn't bad either.
Sadly, because I wasn't in a dancin' mood, everyone seemed determined to get me onto the floor, which was a piss off actually.
I hate that shit.

Now if they'd been playing New Drug Queens by the Pink Mountaintops
if you love the Pink Mountaintops, grow a giant beard!!!

Thursday, January 26, 2006


There is no colour out doors these days. Every thing is muted and brown and grey mostly. I decided to buy some yarn and will start to make some felted bags. More to come~

Hey, I just noticed that the Battles just released their album Tomorrow's Eager Hands. I know it's been done for ages.
listen to this ... Suzanne

Monday, January 23, 2006

Voting Day in Canada eh!!


It's that time again, and it's here all too soon.
The entire campaign has been a mess.
Adults behaving badly, scandal, etc etc...but what's an election without corruption?
I'm excited to sit around this evening and watch the results roll in, though I'm sure that I haven't backed a winner. Well, our candidate WILL win in our East Vancouver riding, but as for a healthy showing in Ottawa, it's not looking good. Our 3'rd party candidate always wins, but it's essentially a 2 party country at the moment, so I'm not hopeful.

One of the problems seems to be that Canadians are notoriously conservative, but not in a government sanctioned executions, anti choice, anti immigrant sort of way. We don't really go for that bible thumpin' up heref. Our probable new leader will be a supreme lackey to 'merica for sure, and I'm not sure that he's the best person to represent us around the world. He's a classic YA HOO from one of our Western provinces, but to his credit, I believe he has been off the continent at least once, which is something that Dub'ya wasn't able to boast during his election to office. What is up with that?!?

Oh well, people are scared to vote for who they really believe in, considering it a wasted vote and all, but I'm not letting that trouble me. I'm not lookin' to be a winner, though it would be nice.....I'm just lookin' to keep it real. Cheers. !


Listen to heart of snow by Black Moutain
if you love black mountain, grow a giant beard!!!!

Saturday, January 21, 2006

I've been Tagged--Awesome!!!!!

I've beem tagged by sighclub


Four Jobs I've had in my life:
meat & produce department at IGA
summer waitress at Evergreen Resort
treeplanter
letter carrier

Four Movies I can watch over and over:
Brazil
Breaking the Waves
Taxi Driver
The Party

Four Places I have lived:
Winnipeg
Toronto
Wiarton
Vancouver

Four TV shows I love to watch:
Coronation Street!!!!
The Office (both versions)
Fifth Estate
Plenty of Heinous Reality types too shameful to mention

Four Places I have Been on Vacation:
Jamaica
New York
Amsterdam
London

Four Websites I visit Daily:
Vancouver Weather Office
popsheep.com
Ffiles
buzznet.com


Four of my Favourite Foods:
Thai Food
Indian Food
Oregon Chai-a current addiction
pizza....can't help it...

Four Places I would rather be right now:
Amsterdam
Tofino
Hawaii
Mom's farm

Four bloggers I am tagging:
Hula2Girl
Lady
mitya
Ilisu

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

un buzz netted.......


My Friends: 88
Who Links To Me: 110
People With Me As A Favorite: 3
Total Photo Posts: 1,066
Featured Photos: 17
Journaled Photos: 3
Journal Posts: 10
Visits On My Photos: 46,998
Trackbacks: 307
Comments By Me: 8,972
Comments On My Posts: 7,298
Buzzwords I'Ve Added: 895
Buzzwords On My Posts: 257


I'm so glad that I saved these stats......it's a reminder of how much time I sat and stared, and accomplished, well....nothing.
I did meet quite a few folks, and might even greet them in the flesh when I journey to southern Cali this spring....mebbe.
But hopefully I can use this time in a more creative and productive way. I'll still be taking pics though, and I am still knitgirl, and I am on flickr...so there's just no need to be sad. mitya!
I thought I would lose track of everyone too, but then I saw you'd found me here!!! I really should say goodbye to some other important peeps at buzznet, but I'm gonna let some time and space happen before I do that.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

the end is the beginning


"The Reproduction Of Death"

Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
The reproduction of death drags us all along
Close your eyes and pretend that nothing's wrong
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Stomp your feet, nod your head and we all move on
Close your eyes and pretend
Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum
I'm going out of my head
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
The reproduction of death forces us all in line
An installment plan on a slow suicide
Won't you forget about me
Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum
I'm going out of my head
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Lost all hope and dreams in this killing zone
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Lets pretend that we all get along

International Noise Conspiracy

Thursday, January 12, 2006

somewhere between 21 and 28 days


It's official, I have become one of those people that whines about the weather. It has been raining everyday for something like 25 days now, and the record is 28, so I say BRING IT ONNNNN. It's demoralizing to wake up in the dark and hear it relentlessly pounding on the roof. Then to think that I'll be working out there. But hey, it's a rainforest, or was.....so suck it up, eh?

I am coping by listening to pod casts from the Ricky Gervais website.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Gotta keep the positivity bubble intact...


At my day job, I deliver the mail to a half way house that is affiliated with the prison system.
I don't really think too much about it, or the blokes that live there, or what have you, but there is a new 'client' there who enjoys walking around the yard with some headphones on singing loudly, and it totally makes my day.
It's totally hilarious, and a real mood booster when you're just enacting the grind everyday.

Some days he strides around and poses, as if he's doing some routine......
and other times, he'll put his arms up behind his head and say "whoooot" and gives me/us/the universe a 'Brittany Spears Special' pelvic thrust.
It's really quite enjoyable.

I was speaking to one of the employees there and mentioning how it's a real pick me up to see this some days, and she laughed and mentioned that the neighbours were livid and really cranky about the whole situation of the guy singing in the yard all day.

Come on people. Couldn't it be worse? I mean, when does the complaining stop?

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Overheard on the Number 20 Bus

Some elderly First Nations gentleman was sitting at the front of the bus,
and I heard him say,

"The People want a subway, and they can't even ride a horse".

Brilliant!!!

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Busted!!



Um...so my mother sometimes goes to my buzznet account, where I've posted a pic of my new ink.
I guess she went there today to look for the grand kiddy, and came upon my rather larger than requested tattoo.
Ulp. It's bad enough that I'm coming to terms with this myself, and now I have to contend with the parental condemnation and class talk blahbity blah......

Good thing she doesn't know about my talking therapy blog!!

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Election Day


Ok, yeah, I know that most people don't get too excited about voting, but I have to put my money where my mouth is!! I refuse to join the ranks of the apathetic who believe that their vote doesn't count. You know who they are, and maybe you're one yourself, but I really really hate that attitude, so you'll have to indulge my rant today. I am pretty cynical about the whole thing, but I refuse to give in.

So maybe I'll be the only one watching Shaw 4 tonight with a drink in my hand, cheering on the candidates!
I love it.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

NOHA is the new SOMA



I've started to incorporate Cordova Street into my new dog walk, particularly to check out the Fence Gallery. It's between Princess and Heatley, and gives one some respite from the other nastiness that abounds.

It's always inspiring to see some good street art, and that alone is probably driving up the real estate prices over there.
Not that I give a rats ass. Besides, at least one friend is moving himself and his family outta there.

Anyone lookin' to buy on Cordova?
Even scarier is this new billboard spotted on Princess!


S C A R Y!!!!!!!!

Monday, October 17, 2005

Occupational laffs


I just have to mention this great thing that happened to me at work the other day. There's this old timer Chinese man who has been hanging around the same corner for the past 4 years or so, so you could say we've become acquaintances of sorts.
I've learned just enough Chinese to make him laff and respond in Chinese, and he has learned NO English, which is ok by me.
There are plenty of other people who want to chat it up for hours.
So he's always marveling at my legs, which are always exposed, from the knee down, and quite muscular and defined due to the incredible amount of stairs that I climb every day. He's astonished at their size. Marveling even, and I laugh, 'cause WHO would make mention of something like that?Maybe they're boner inducing, like I've heard someone once say, so I start pointing at my ring, mostly for MY benefit, to have a laugh at the old codger. As if to say 'settle down old man, I'm married, can't ya see?' So this has become a semi-regular occurrence, and the other day, dude points to a telephone pole, then to my legs. All the time laughing, and smiling. I decide NOT to point at his crotch and make the pinkie gesture.
Nice.
So again, I'm just laughing it off and telling stories at work and on the internet.
I've learned a few naughty words in Chinese as well, and a couple of lewd gestures that might get across my actual feelings, but hey, I don't want to be a rude, boor. Plus, he might really get off on that, so I'm gonna leave it alone.

It's just ridiculous the things that I have heard people say over the years.
Somepeople are just truly clueless, or actual sociopaths enacting all their crap of anyone who happens to be within range.

Monday, October 03, 2005

My job is weird!


Today I received a letter from my union which begins,

"Dear Sister Bourque,

I am writing with regard to the Proctor and Gamble householder mailing that the National Union accepted for delivery on September 6, 2005.

Earlier this week, large shipments of Proctor and Gamble's tampon samples arrived in stations throughout Vancouver. Naturally, these items attracted the attention of shop stewards because the mailings exceed the size limitations prescribed in the collective agreement. As a result, a number of our stewards immediately raised their objections with their supervisors. In response to those objections, management unceremoniously informed our stewards (in front of their colleagues) that the Union had agreed to accept these items for delivery."

Yes, and it goes on.Isn't that weird? It just felt a bit "Brazil" to me,
or possibly something by Kafka.
But this is my occupation at present, so I will abide, and do the happy dance every couple of weeks when the cheque comes in.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Well yeee haw


Today I passed my first aid course.
So now I can start saving lives. Not sure that I really want to, but having first aid is not the worst thing. Plus I got to meet some real different people there, if you know what I mean. And I got to blow into molded plastic dummys.

They kept breaking us up into groups to enact different situations, etc. This whole scene is pretty foreign to me. The whole office thing, and the role playing thing. I'm used to meditating on foot, and garden gazing. So this woman says,
"last night I had a bath with my daughter and she tried to shave my legs, ha ha", so Geri and I looked at each other, thinking uh, ok, and then Geri says, "how old is your daughter?", and the woman says, "She's 15. Sometimes we like to take baths together".

Oh.

I guess it's normal for a 40 year old woman to take baths with her 15 year old daughter?

It was all too bizarre for me!

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Go West Young Man

I have just received news that my delinquant 20 something brother will be arriving sometime this week in Vancouver. I'm not sure that he has a plan, nor am I sure that he has any money, but he will be showing up here after riding in a car across the better part of Canada. That alone is a pretty amazing feat.

I know he's done it once before, because my mother took both of my brothers camping back when they were young lads. Not bad for a single mother with 3 kids. I was already off at Uni by this time.
So anyways, yeah. I have fears that he'll just get hooked on the Chronsky and then spend all of his time on the couch, not to mention the harder drugs that are literally a stone's throw away. Hopefully he's smarter than that. The drug scene here is just so harsh, that I can't help but worry.

I almost committed a GIANT blog faux pas yesterday as I was setting something up for our little neighbourhood group! I just went about my business setting up a new blog, and then realized that it was DIRECTLY connected to this blog, where I rant and rave about the hood, and just generally blow off steam about this N that.
That would be SO bad, for someone to read what I have written if it's not entirely favourable. YIKES! This is just a problem that I seem to get myself into over and over again throughout the years. It goes back, baby, and I can remember very early shadowy memories of how this behavior started.
Just one of the many dangers of putting all this stuff somewhere.

HIGH-YAAAAAAAA!

Friday, September 23, 2005

fabulous Friday!!!


I just received great news. Aside from waking up today relatively head ache free, my neighbour Susan just emailed to say that the housing sale didn't go through, and that she won't be moving.

Fantastic!!

I don't know the particulars of why the sale fell through. Perhaps the asking price of 719, 000 was too much. Perhaps there was a problem with the foundation or some such, which is almost an epidemic these days. People will buy anything out of panic it seems. Even we are guilty of that to some extent, but we just figured if WE didn't take it, then somebody else would. So here we are now...

Yes!! So I'll have to celebrate this weekend with a good old fashioned street cleaning, and garden overhaul.
solidarity through street cleaning!!!!!!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Blaaaaaaaaaahg your pain away


I'm home sick, and there are some that say I'm sick a lot, even though I feel like a super healthy person.
I felt this cold coming on all week, and Ibuprofin is just not kicking it. I would love some of those designer drugs that seem abundant in the good ole' USA, but I can't seem to get my hands on any.
I need a corrupt doctor.
So I'm just wallowing around today, and wish the head would detach itself from my shoulders for a while.
I'm determined to get some 'home chores' done, half dead or not. This is so offensive to say as I watch 24 hour non-stop Storm Watch on CNN.

Why don't I just kill my television once and for all!!?!!

I just dumped the remainder of Vij's heavenly Bengal 5 spice curry down the sick, so now I can smell the delicious aromas wafting up from the drains. mmmMmmmm delicious. Because I always rinse my dishes with hot water over the sink WITH the drying rack, so now I can count on that hot water mingling with the 5 day old, 5 spice curry, and drifting up to tantalize my nostrils. Excessuvis commas Accumulus. Yes, that is disgusting. And how's that for mundane? fer christs.

I do believe he must put crack in his curry, 'cause I could certainly eat it multiple times a week. We took our friends C and A from Claremont there, and we loved it to bits. Vij's. It's a fusion restaurant, so there are some interesting hybrids, but I'm much to conservative, or habitual to try anything different. Their Saag Paneer is to die for. Creamy and spicy and out of control really. Their Daal, which I would normally never order, and find too boring, is even fantastic. I would recommend this place to any tourist coming into Vancouver. It's just not cheap, so be prepared to shell out and enjoy!!

I do feel better. Hope this passes whatever it is.
uggghhhhhhlllllllllk

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


My neighbour Susan, two doors down, has decided to spring for the $719, 000 house. I can totally understand why she needs to leave. When a woman sits on her porch in the middle of summer and weeps, it's time to go. I'm sad, and bummed for selfish reasons. She tends to a public garden here that will now fill up with crud. Unimaginable crud.
It is sad.
She will be missed.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

In the Ghetto


We've run into some ideological conundrums within our little neighbourhood group. Hands Across Hastings. It's a good thing, because I know that there is a fight a brewin', and it's just a matter of time before the shit hits the fan.
You see, our neighbourhood is strongly politicized, with many services for the homeless, addicted, and mentally ill. This is fine, and encouraged. But it is the criminal element that I personally am begging to take issue with, and this eventually boils down to the police not doing their job. Now I'll be the first to admit that I have some preconceptions about police officers, and this is based on personal experience. I have seen many occasions here in the city where the cops have basically run amok. And then there are the issues of abuse, which include assault and various other human rights violations committed on these same people we are asking them to protect. It's touchy and troublesome, and I can't even pretend to have it sorted out in my own head. I'm just wary of trying to speak for everyone, so we need tolerance.


Some people in the 'hood work for this group called the Portland Hotel Society. This group is in the business of managing peoples live, and it does so while at the same time serving their own needs. Which at times are altogether self serving. So while doing good work, they also rely on a steady stream of disenfranchised bodies to house and manage, so the criminal element to them, must seem to be an important link in the chain. I'm sure that they wouldn't come out and say as much, but they help users to organize and protest and ask for gov't sanctioned crack pipes. So for this interest that they have, I wonder why they can't just provide a marketplace for drugs on their own property, so that addicts can congregate there instead of everywhere else, and getting killed in traffic wandering oblivious into the streets. Something akin to a Farmer's Market. They're already opening dealing on the streets, so why not just flip them a courtyard to hang out in?

I see this element as something different when I see how it preys upon people. Especially women and young girls who really aren't making good choices, and either ARE or aren't aware of how cruel the world can be. Not to mention how seriously fucked up some individual's can be. It is harsh.


As it happens, when the gentrification begins, groups form to oppose the existence of these services, or the mere presence of these needy individuals. It's the typical Not In My Back Yard syndrome. One member of our little group, was a former mouthpiece for another group that bought condos in a super sketchy part of town, then began to protest the already existing issues that blighted the 'hood. He basked in some brief fame on the local news, and is quite zealous about his views. I don't feel comfortable aligning myself with him, because I'm more moderate and tolerant that he clearly is. On the other hand, I saw another couple of my neighbours in a vigilante style posse shout a hooker off the block. She had the saddest face, and it was someone I've seen many times. I would never shout her off the block. This pissed me off, but I really don't care to have johns lurking around either. I just thought that the two guys were a bit too Resevoir Dogs.

Guess I'm just venting off some steam. Will likely change my mind in an hour anyways. That's learnin' I guess.