i feel the same way about libertarians

the original blueprints of my parents' house

see here

my alley

da andy rooney show

fb says this is too long to be a status update

just watched critical mass ride down w georgia st into the stanley park causeway, turning a light, quiet traffic flow into a bunged-up nightmare. i work a mile away from home and either walk or take electric buses on a daily basis; i probably spend less than 3 hours a month using gasoline-fueled transportation. i'm all about lifestyles conductive to reducing carbon emissions. vancouver has wide-spread bikelanes, one of the best systems in north america! so what kind of assholery is clogging up major traffic routes during rush hour? i'd be pretty pissed if cars were driving on sidewalks. anyways - THAT'S ENOUGH, HIPSTERS.

#19 bus to stanley park @ 6pm

vancouver olympic torch relay and protest

riding the bus to work this morning...

oh dear

let's all stand in the middle of the street

oh right, today's the torch relay, right.

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what now?

_____wayssuck.org? could that be segwayssuck.org?

are you saying the olympics is nothing but watersports?

complacency is complicity, eh?

the rich play, the rest pay, eh? yea, welcome to reality.

i love this arthouse longhaired guy on the right, documenting the scene by carrying around his camera still on its tripod so that he can get some raw footage for the crappy docudrama he'll make about the IOC and how it's evil.

i can't call it my 'girlcave'

isn't that already a euphemism for a vagina? how odd, it appears no one's defined girlcave yet at urbandictionary.com. well anyways, i can't call it my girlcave because it sounds too much like an euphemism for vagina to me.

i was standing out on my balcony watching a hazy winter dusk, thinking about how much i love my new home -- feeling all protective of it. it's my skyhigh zen palace and ain't nobody coming in to mess up this chi. it's private, cozy, and all mine. like a man cave, i thought.

i'm not a man though -- girlcave came to mind. but i'm a grown-ass woman.

maybe i'll just call it home.

my sassy new building

one morning during my first week at my new place i see this:

general gist of the memo: thanks to the olympics we're going to police the hell out of the parking lot.

response: *dick sketch* 'too much expensive'

dainty maid douche bag

"the only improvement made in douche bags in twenty years."

little to no respect

that's what i have for a blog called one day, paris. a blog written by someone whose ultimate life dream is go travel to paris.

what's wrong with having a dream, you ask? nothing wrong with having a dream, i suppose, but i do know how much time blogging requires. instead of spending that time blogging, how about getting a(nother) job, saving up, and actually making the dream a reality?

also, there are the pitfalls of getting one's hopes up. and paris -- really? i've been there, honey, and let me tell you: it's kinda harsh. and not kinda harsh.

florence and the machine: queen and court of 2009

i don't care if december is still three hours away -- i'm beating the critics to the punch and declaring the best album of 2009:

lungs by florence and the machine

forget your owl city's and your lykke li's and your passion pits; annoying, boring, cliche. blah blah blah. i've been obsessed with florence and the machine after a mention by none other than p nasty himself.

who wants to read about music -- listen for oneself, right?

song for the work-out mix: dog days are over

epic journey in 4 minutes: rabbit heart (raise it up)

for those of us who love rough housing: kiss with a fist

happily hypnotic: drumming

after my beloved childhood pet died, i asked my ipod to play a song that would make me happier - it did: you've got the love

the most beautiful song that will ever upset p.e.t.a.: bird song

the lyrics drive me completely bonkers. i spent weeks just feeling the sonics before i started to listen to the lyrics i already knew by heart; except i hadn't thought about those words at all.

top it all off with the mega-mix: rabbit heart (raise it up) (jaime t's lionheart mix)

for all the conspiracy theorists out there

justin bobby

it's not quite a verb yet, but urban dictionary's definition of

justin bobby does explain the relevant circumstance

[preamble: i'll admit i watched the first season or three of the hills -- an incredible transition in the reality tv realm from mostly real to mostly fiction, posing as reality. that show made several young people into highly paid actors who were playing fictitious accounts of their 'real' lives. what! as viewers, we're required to accept contradictory truths about the main characters. they're famous for playing fake versions of their real lives -- we know it's fake and we looooove it. that's an interesting way for mainstream attention to turn at the end of the first new-millenial decade -- we love fake reality (hello second life). it's the new american dream -- people trying to utilize their persona or circumstance for recognition, status and pay-out.]

scrolling through perez on my reader today i came across a justin bobby post. i haven't watched the hills in ages, but it makes my day to see a justin bobby post every now and again.