Today I walked through Chinatown on my way to work. The colours were excellent and I didn't even mind seeing all the construction. Chinatown is being reborn.
Yesterday on the Morning Edition, I listened to the story on the old Pantages Theatre they're trying to restore on Hastings. It sounds like very little has happened since the tour in January, but if/when it works out it will be an amazing project.
A couple of years ago at a Heritage Vancouver meeting the city planner at the time said the city is trying to move 5,000 to 10,000 people into Chinatown over the next 10 years. I thought it was impossible. Now I see all the conversions and new buildings going up, and know it's probably going to happen. For better or worse.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
the long and short of it
It's been a long time, I know. Like a negligent parent, I've starved my little blog of my attention long enough to force it to survive on donated views from strangers. I should have my blog taken away from me because of my neglect.
Oh well.
Just home from Justice. It was pretty awesome; I've forgotten that I'm a terrible dancer, yet managed to dance in my lame way for most of the night. After being circled by a pack of giants (I'm not even really kidding. These people were all unusually tall, likely none shorter than 6'4", including the one woman whose elbow kept catching my shoulder) I had to move away from the crowd for a bit. My timing was good, though, as I figured I'd grab coats from the coat check and wait for the end, which wound up being the song after I sat back down with coats in hand.
It's funny watching electronic DJs. I half-joked I was going to watch guys play with knobs and buttons, but it is essentially just that. Not to say it wasn't interesting; the first time I saw my friend DJ at a jungle night, I was kind of entranced watching DJs spin and get into the stuff they were playing. Tonight I was interested to watch the smoking/drinking habits while playing with knobs and buttons. And people just went nuts over them, which was a nice change from hipster rock shows.
Tonight I also had all sorts of praise thrown at me, but it's hard for me to believe anything nice people say to me. Especially when, after being lavished with attention and suggestions, I am promptly ignored in favour of a new girl. How can I trust someone who is all sweet talky with me one minute and touching someone else's hip the next? Exactly, I can't. But since this happens with some frequency, I'm not going to be upset about it. Maybe if I wasn't such an unbeliveably cold bitch I wouldn't have this problem.
Sigh.
I'm not going to talk about the strike because nothing has changed. I've been out of work for almost 3 months and it doesn't matter because no one actually cares about the library. I'm going to apply for a new job soon. I hope I'm not as unhireable as the city librarian thinks I am. According to him, I and my co-workers already make more than we're worth. Really makes me want to rush back to work and give it my all.
This has taken a turn for the worse, I see, so maybe should just go to bed. I've got a paper to write tomorrow anyway. Hopefully I'll feel like writing a bit more frequently again, now that I really sort of don't care about school. Or maybe not. We'll see.
Currently listening :
Justice
By Justice
Release date: 10 July, 2007
Oh well.
Just home from Justice. It was pretty awesome; I've forgotten that I'm a terrible dancer, yet managed to dance in my lame way for most of the night. After being circled by a pack of giants (I'm not even really kidding. These people were all unusually tall, likely none shorter than 6'4", including the one woman whose elbow kept catching my shoulder) I had to move away from the crowd for a bit. My timing was good, though, as I figured I'd grab coats from the coat check and wait for the end, which wound up being the song after I sat back down with coats in hand.
It's funny watching electronic DJs. I half-joked I was going to watch guys play with knobs and buttons, but it is essentially just that. Not to say it wasn't interesting; the first time I saw my friend DJ at a jungle night, I was kind of entranced watching DJs spin and get into the stuff they were playing. Tonight I was interested to watch the smoking/drinking habits while playing with knobs and buttons. And people just went nuts over them, which was a nice change from hipster rock shows.
Tonight I also had all sorts of praise thrown at me, but it's hard for me to believe anything nice people say to me. Especially when, after being lavished with attention and suggestions, I am promptly ignored in favour of a new girl. How can I trust someone who is all sweet talky with me one minute and touching someone else's hip the next? Exactly, I can't. But since this happens with some frequency, I'm not going to be upset about it. Maybe if I wasn't such an unbeliveably cold bitch I wouldn't have this problem.
Sigh.
I'm not going to talk about the strike because nothing has changed. I've been out of work for almost 3 months and it doesn't matter because no one actually cares about the library. I'm going to apply for a new job soon. I hope I'm not as unhireable as the city librarian thinks I am. According to him, I and my co-workers already make more than we're worth. Really makes me want to rush back to work and give it my all.
This has taken a turn for the worse, I see, so maybe should just go to bed. I've got a paper to write tomorrow anyway. Hopefully I'll feel like writing a bit more frequently again, now that I really sort of don't care about school. Or maybe not. We'll see.
Currently listening :
Justice
By Justice
Release date: 10 July, 2007
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