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Granville Pt. 2: fashion

I’ve always been interested in people’s sense of style. This is just a sampling of the people who walked past in the hour or so I was sitting on Granville. I once heard that if you sit in one spot for long enough, the entire world will pass you by. Really quite boring when you think about it. Heh.


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Je suis le chevalier fou

It will probably come as no surprise to many of you, that among the many eccentric items in my collection, I own a set of dueling pistols. Whether or not they are “battle ready” is a matter for the aether, but my finger remains on the trigger, always. Part of being a lover is being a fighter: If you did not love, you’d have nothing to fight for. Duels come about as a challenge, Romanticized blood-sport where honour is at stake. I fight as best I can against ignorance and injustice and relentlessly cheer for the underdog in most cases. But the sides I picked were always selected through analysis. Al-Queda may be the minority in number but you won’t find me supporting them or their tactics any time soon. One thing that is sure to cock my hammer, is someone being held down, kept back, or repressed by ignorance. Be it the jackals of organized, evangelical religion preying on the fears of the weak, or a small minded man who would rather crush a flower than let it bloom and juxtapose its beauty with his pettyness. For these things I will fight. I will fight with a passion that knows no bounds, no limit. Once my heart is engaged in the battle, I ask no quarter and expect none in return.

Quixotic? Perhaps, but when passion is involved I cannot remain in the shadows, fearing for my heart and health. I will take to the field with the words of The Rough Rider ringing in my ears:

“Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.”

I could much easier suffer the shame of defeat than the pain of longing felt by the heart that was stirred by nothing. And for this I am a fool? Je dis “non.”


The PF System of Measurement

The PF System of measurement is a simple guess-timation of degree and usually consists of putting PF in front of an existing adverb or adjective. Please allow me to demonstrate:

“Hey Bra, did you enjoy the concert?”

“YES!”

“How loud was it?”

“IT WAS PRETTY FUCKING LOUD!”

*You’ll notice the guy using the term “Bra” had to ask about the concert because he wasn’t there. People who insist on using the word “Bra” are generally douche bags and don’t get invited out much. Here’s another example, this time using an adverb:

“Wow, Mike! That bear was running Pretty Fucking fast… Mike?”


The Sufferings of Young Werther[less]

For a moment, let’s try to escape the obscenity of a white male; born in Greenwhich, CT; and raised in West Vancouver, writing about “wants” versus “needs.” I really want a new digital SLR.  One about $600-$700 should do. I’m looking at the Canon EOS Rebel XS. It could be argued, in my microcosm, that I need a new digital SLR: it would up the professionalism of my creative work and photography, as a hobby, would give me more productive ways to spend my time (i.e. not spending all my time in the bar). However, despite my subjective reasoning, I don’t need a new digital SLR; I want one.

As it stands, I need to pay over $2000 on my teeth at some point in the near future. I need to pay a court fine of $1035 very soon. I have a trip planned to Toronto at the end of November that I will not cancel (I don’t need to go but when will I ever get to see The Dead Sea Scrolls and King Tut in one city, within one week, again?)

I live in my family’s home (the only house I ever knew as a child), a $1 million+ home in West Vancouver; I do not pay rent. I have a post-graduate degree I, personally, did not pay a cent for. I have family, wonderful friends, and a lifestyle that puts me in the top 5% of the top 2%. No one has ever kicked in my door and dragged away my family because of what they said or how they voted. I have never been sick from the water I drank. I have never been without food, health care, shelter, or security. And, despite the fact the I love to bellyache for entertainment purposes, I will never complain that I may have to wait a month or two to buy a new digital SLR.

Apparently Ivanka Trump told Jian Ghomeshi on “Q” that we are all dealt a winning hand in life. I think what she may not be picking up on is that, in most nations that pepper this wonderful rock hurtling through space, the house almost always cheats. Sometimes, it is necessary for those of us who have winning hands to fold at the table to increase other players’ odds of beating the house.

I do not write this to promote guilt, nor to proselytize. It might just be something you may want to keep in mind the next time you decide that you need something.

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