Three seasons have past since I landed in the metropolis and nary a blog post have I recorded. I came here at the beginning of summer when everything was full bloom and beautiful, and now have bore witness to those blooms wilting and falling away to cold bare branches. Now here I am at the beginning of spring again, a little wet but with plenty of green beginning to peek up through the soil. Life imitating nature, Im feeling kinda symbolic about all that but I dont really feel like getting into it.
That was a hard winter. A long december if you will, and a longer and colder January. But now, lo- ’tis march and Ive found myself as a downtown west end resident with a fresh view on the path Im trekking and back to making my choices based on just myself. Holler. And so, having closed that particular ‘I as a We’ chapter of my life Im glad to announce that Im back in full force. (well pretty much anyway)
I think about the summer I spent single in Victoria. Driving around blasting Quinten Tarantino soundtracks, getting frapuccinos to cure hangovers, stumbling around the seashore with my headphones, pleased as hell and just loving life. Vancouver is a bit different. Although annonymity is found quite easily here, there is nary a quiet corner found suited for quiet contemplation -something Ive always been such a fan of. The hustle here is kinda inescapable. This can wear on the nerves slightly. So Ive spent many entire days hunkered in my well lit apartment trudgeoning back and forth between my bodum and my knitting needles. Also the presence of a PVR and the ever popular Netflix at my disposal has proven a great source of satisfaction. Simple pleasures, so they say. Ive become very lazy. Im ok with it, especially now that Im finding myself slowly gaining more motivation as the weeks pass.
Things that have pleased me recently: Macallans 12 year scotch. MAC mineralized skin finish powder. Short rib fricasee at Cafe Medina. A hunky 35 year old gentleman caller. Steak tartare. A black american apparel hoodie. An ativan prescription. Janet Jackson. Videomatica’s near comprehensive collection of Isabelle Huppert films.
Things that have displeased me: The dumpster right outside my bedroom window constantly swarmed by hobos and freecycle hipsters. My landlord confronting me with suspicions that Im a prostitute. The need for a cycle of penicillin. Picking up Elizabeth from the impound lot. My roomate’s love of Need For Speed Hot Pursuit
And in closing Ill leave with this gem I came across a few months ago. Stunned and shocked this little promo vid seems to be made for me. The eerie taxidermy. Shredded vintage over upholstered furniture covered with dusty blankets. And Nina. Dressed in all black. Rocks glass in hand. Face etched from past woe yet still teeming with confidence. Its like this little promo vid was tailored especially for me.
