It’s been raining for days—and nights—and like the old elocution rhyme says:
“The rain in the lane goes mainly down the drain.”
Bye-bye water. Enjoy your tour of our storm drainage system as you make your way to the ocean or wherever it takes you.
If this were the Prairies, we might begrudge the loss; all this precipitation that never nourishes our plant life or makes it down to the water table for safekeeping.
But this isn’t the Prairies, where plants sink deep roots in search of the water sequestered underground. This is Vancouver, where plants barely touch the ground. Trees and shrubs and grass are only rooted as deeply as nature demands. Why bother? There’s such an abundance of water falling from the sky.
Don’t like the thought of governments spying on your private Internet communications? I don’t blame you. It turns out the spies don’t like looking at your private parts either.
In the process of eavesdropping on millions of webcam chats, documents reveal the British signal intelligence agency GCHQ was frankly surprised and annoyed that so much of it—as much as 11 percent—was pornographic in nature.
An embarrassment of stolen moments
GCHQ, Britiain’s equivalent of the NSA, has been indiscriminately eavesdropping on webcam chats by the millions and saving them for later analysis.
Kudos to the Fairview resident who created this twee assemblage and then tossed it out.
I’d like to know who originally created the watercolour illustration. I might even like to meet the person, perhaps in a well-lit public place full of other people.
The anime-eyed emo girl-child is irresistibly cute. The cats are adorably cute and the birds are cute too.
The lizard however…not cute—they aren’t as a rule—but they are very easy to accessorize, particularly chameleons.
An anonymous Vancouver street artist is giving former KGB boss and current Russian president Vladimir Putin some support—38DDs-worth?
The small, hot-pink stencil graffiti is in the lane on the east side of Cambie Street around the corner from 18th Avenue. It probably dates back to the start of the Sochi Winter Olympics on February 7.
Most container recycling blue bins in the Fairview neighbourhood live outside just like homeless people do. The bins sit behind the apartment buildings and are accessible 24 hours a day. Binners come and go and the bins are checked over and over.
A minority of bins stay inside their apartment building and only come out once a week for recycling pickup. When they do come out they represent a week’s worth of a building’s recyclables (unless a building custodian has gotten to them first), untouched by any binners.
Earlier today, I was lucky enough to get first crack at two such “inside” container bins out of their building ahead of tomorrow morning’s recycling pickup.
Death comes to us all, but wouldn’t you know it, Facebook accounts can live forever.
The social media network’s success has transformed lives and the longer it lasts, the more it’s changing how people are seen after they die.
First off, rumors of Facebook’s impending death have been greatly exaggerated.
The social-media pacesetter has just turned 10 years old and there’s no reason why it can’t last another 10 years or 50.
Its apps-based structure allows it to be whatever people want it to be.
To paraphrase Forrest Gump, “Facebook is like a box of chocolates.”
The unwelcome prospect of work woke me up today. Not “woke me up this morning” because It’s Saturday, my day to catch up on sleep.
No, it was 12:30 p.m. when I got up. And it was only the prospect of someone else’s work that kept me from sleeping longer: a rare Saturday visit from the building custodian needing to access the storage room my bike and trailer were firmly locked against.
He needed to drag out a bunch wooden shipping pallets that he was going to take away in a pickup truck—to dispose of them.
Uganda’s new law punishing practicing homosexuals with life in prison is certainly a product of regional intolerance bred by religion, ignorance, and poverty, but it also fits in with a global trend toward passing punitive laws against minority behaviours.
Homosexuality, homelessness, spitting, wearing low-riding jeans, eating french fries on a train platform—all have become crimes somewhere in the world.
Criminalizing otherwise innocent behaviour is a cheap, easy way for politicians to win points with voters.
It’s certainly easier than actually doing something and the best thing. Once it’s a crime, it’s not a politician’s problem anymore.
The rush to judge behaviour as a crime
Properly speaking a polecat is a ferretlike mammal. What we’re looking at here is a cat of the Western red cedar variety—albeit blue.
Otherwise it appears to be another piece of brush-and-stencil street art by the creator of the “pedestal cat”. The little doggies may be stencils or stamps, I’m not sure.
And I’m likewise not at all sure what this person is on about. Perhaps there’s a clue in the fact that right around the corner on Oak Street there’s a pet spa.
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