visions of victoria
there was an elderly man bicycling in a purple-poo-stained jacket with a rather large parrot on his shoulder and he looked at ME like i'm the weirdo. to be fair i did get within a meter of him and stare, followed with me and kristy trotting after him frantically for 3 or 4 blocks exclaiming and yelping.
did you know that there was once a spirit bear kept alone in a cramped cage in beacon hill park for 24 years? apparently it was captured shortly after people realised that the spirit bear was in fact only a sub-species of black bear and the issue had gone out of vogue and was no longer considered scientifically interesting. anyone know where the cage is?
there's a car in james bay filled with strange baubles, stuffed animals and the antenna is bedecked with a tinselly, evil clown head. i have a photo.
jarrad has an outreach centre for suicidal bonsai arbutus trees in his livingroom/my bedroom.
something to do with rain and the phases of the moon has caused grant's apartment to flood.
it's snowing but the cherry trees across the way are blooming in january. (note: it is snowing! again!)
i've spent the past few months as a pampered drifter and a lot of my time has been dedicated to this place. with no job, a lot of time is left for wandering about the city and the coast. i've talked to many of you about victoria and the strange feeling that it has. there are rumours of satanism, tunnels under the city and who knows what else. why are there so many missing cat signs? why are there so goddamn many astrologers, reiki practitioners, yoga schools? i've seen soccer mums in angels of avalon knowledgeably chatting about magic wands. i've met witches. i've met draft-dodging hippies who live on the gulf islands and drink mushroom tea like it's orange pekoe.
and then there's us. what draws so many strange and various people out here? vancouver is a big city with many big city problems, but it has never given me the heebie-jeebies like victoria manages to. and yet, i love this place.
did you know that there was once a spirit bear kept alone in a cramped cage in beacon hill park for 24 years? apparently it was captured shortly after people realised that the spirit bear was in fact only a sub-species of black bear and the issue had gone out of vogue and was no longer considered scientifically interesting. anyone know where the cage is?
there's a car in james bay filled with strange baubles, stuffed animals and the antenna is bedecked with a tinselly, evil clown head. i have a photo.
jarrad has an outreach centre for suicidal bonsai arbutus trees in his livingroom/my bedroom.
something to do with rain and the phases of the moon has caused grant's apartment to flood.
it's snowing but the cherry trees across the way are blooming in january. (note: it is snowing! again!)
i've spent the past few months as a pampered drifter and a lot of my time has been dedicated to this place. with no job, a lot of time is left for wandering about the city and the coast. i've talked to many of you about victoria and the strange feeling that it has. there are rumours of satanism, tunnels under the city and who knows what else. why are there so many missing cat signs? why are there so goddamn many astrologers, reiki practitioners, yoga schools? i've seen soccer mums in angels of avalon knowledgeably chatting about magic wands. i've met witches. i've met draft-dodging hippies who live on the gulf islands and drink mushroom tea like it's orange pekoe.
and then there's us. what draws so many strange and various people out here? vancouver is a big city with many big city problems, but it has never given me the heebie-jeebies like victoria manages to. and yet, i love this place.
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