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The Solution.

Awhile back people were complaining that women should approach men for dating. And then I thought why do men not just start up a band and then women will most certainly approach you. Problem solved pick up a guitar get some groupies. You are all welcome.

Greenest City

No Recycling containers for bottles or cans in skytrain stations, because that would cost too much, salt covering the road today because people can't give up their cars for a day and bc hydro has record breaking demand because turning up the heat is easier than putting on an extra sweater. Environmentalism in Vancouver is the perfect example of NIMBYism.

Sick Day

I went to work anyway because there's no sleeping with all the construction crews banging away in all directions.

New workout routine

I have thought about it for a while-- and there will not be any atkins, keto, vegan or other weird diets. My gym routine will, instead, change. I will eat the part of a chicken that reflects the body-part that I worked out for each day of the week. I cannot wait until it is a chicken-legs day. I suspect that this routine will actually work quite well, contrary to what naysayers may think.

Left out

I thought the two of us could get along fine But you had other thoughts in mind You seemed to sleep with everyone but why didn't I get a chance at some fun All shapes and sizes you gave them a shot so where was the signup to reserve my spot I'm certain I could have been the best I knew you deeper than the rest More than sex, we could have talked too But no chance now, everything is through Looks like you're done with that life now But if you change your mind, I'm not bad with the plow.

No Seconds

A few weeks ago I went out on a date with a woman and things went well, we both ended up at my place. She said she had a fun time and I did too, I wanted to see her again but then something happened. The first night we went out she insisted on going dutch. I was fine with this, is she wants to pay her end of the bill that's cool. I don't hold any ill will and thought it was great that she didn't rely on guys to pay for her. But then for the second date I was going to have her to my place and cook. I'm a good cook and had planned a nice starter, main and dessert, wine too. Late in the day she messages me saying she might not be able to make it as it will be a $40.00 taxi ride each way. At first she was hinting that I should pay for some and when I resisted she came right out and asked. This really took me back, I didn't ask her to kick in for 50% of my grocery bill for the meal I planned, or for the bottle of wine. That's being a good host to me. And the same I wouldn't arrive at someone's house and ask them for taxi fare, as an adult I find that I'm responsible for myself. So the end result is she got pissed and the date didn't happen. I'm not so upset, but I find it strange to ask something like this. Am I missing something? Not as woke as I thought? Or is this woman a little nuts?

I don't feel good about the world anymore

There's just so much moral decay. It looks like there is a march to destroy everything that once had meaning and the only thing that matters is money. What happened to culture? Big banks and consumers will be happy... except nobody will truly be happy.

a letter to home I thought I'd never write

I moved away from Van years ago and still follow the Straight and read the confessions because it's a little tether to the real soul of the city that I miss. I went through so much pain in the few years before leaving, and I see parts of myself and my old life in so many of these posts. Even now, I sometimes take an evening to listen to music from those times, look at photos of those parts of the city that the music takes me back to, feel an ache of nostalgia. The long walks/transit rides I'd take all over the city, to try and dent the isolation I felt, have something free to do. Maybe I sound bananas but in a way, the physical city was always there for me. I felt connected to my surroundings when I felt no other sense of connection. Eventually though, that feeling faded because all the issues that have seemingly ruined the city were setting off my survival alarm. I grew disgusted at the direction things were moving and packed up to another province in a huge huff, then immediately longed for home like a spoiled brat. You take yourself with you wherever you go! I have grown a LOT since then, especially since my money goes a lot farther where I live now, and that load off has allowed for healing. I read these pissed off posts of rightfully angry Vancouverites and I feel a mixture of relief that I got out, and a wave of compassion...there is no pity or self-congratulations. I was living with PTSD in van and have fought tooth & nail for the dreams I've reached since. It took having nothing left to lose, and leaving my beloved city almost empty-handed. I want to take your faces in my hands, look into your eyes and tell you that it will be OK. Please don't be afraid to leave the city behind if you want to & can, it will always be there. Your relationships with your loved ones can grow even richer over the phone. You can find the man or woman of your dreams (I did!). You will be more open to love when you start anew. There are towns that need your skills. This country is massive and full of good people who will help you when you earn their trust. I know it sounds trite but cutting the cord, slogging through the ensuing grief and using it to better myself, raised my vibration to attract what I was needing in van. May you all find happiness and meaning....times are tough but so are you. Much love.

To be honest

Facebook censorship = boo. We're all adults. Just get people in trouble with the law if they're over the line.

It's only OK to be vocal if you are opposed to pipelines

I'm tired of decreasing job security. I'm tired of reading stats that show that majority of Canadians support a project that's ALREADY been approved. I'm tired of the new reality, where that fact somehow doesn't matter. I'm tired of hearing how investment is leaving Canada, how the delays are costing our economy. I'm tired of being unable to ignore the unrelenting truth we live with - how such opposition is ESPECIALLY costly to us, and our families. We were too busy working (or looking for work) to notice that we are being stalemated by a vocal minority, who seemly don't have any problems with foreign oil, nor the ability to look in the mirror and remember that demand is a product of their OWN consumption!! People who callously cheer on news of our job losses, project cancellations, etc - yet lay claim to the moral high road. The worst thing? I'm tired that things have come to the point where the only place I can freely share these opinions is here.

It's not me, it's you

I don't love your rent, I don't love your rain, I don't love the feelings of poverty's pain, I don't miss the damp basements, spiders and mice, I don't miss this city's attitude or price, I'm sorry about the closing of my favorite dives, I'm sorry community means cookie-cutter lives, I sometimes dream of returning to my old hood, But only to see an old love who treated me like you did Vancouver; Not good.

The world still needs Oil.

And will for probably another 100 years even if we build countless Nuclear Reactors and Wind farms and Solar farms....One CBC post said that China can get Oil from Russia so why should we even's hard to have a rational discussion with people that are so naive about the world.

I find it....

a rather difficult task squeezing my fat ass into my Yoga pants, hopefully it will be easier in the future.


So when the foreign far eastern leaders visit us do they change their clothing? Isn't it cultural appropriation for JT and family to wear their gear? I think it's a huge psychological mistake to kowtow to the East the way Western politicians do, it lets them know right away that we're prepared to ditch our own culture in favour of theirs. We should be very proud of the things our own culture has produced including our own style of dress.


Beginners' Yoga Class

We nearly bumped into each other leaving after the first two classes. After the final class we...