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Confessions Of A Hypocrite
When Vancouver and Whistler were first awarded the 2010 Olympic Winter Games seven years ago, I was less than enthused. I’ve never been a fan of the Olympics generally and wasn’t pumped for them to be held in British Columbia specifically. My sentiments spent the next near-decade snowballing, tangling up in an avalanche of over-spending, criticizing reports, suffering social programs and homelessness to name a few. While you can talk to me until you’re blue in the face, I will never, ever agree that athletic facilities trump any of the problems within our Province that are rapidly deteriorating. That said, I also can’t deny the fact that the Games are very much here.
This is where I admit to waving the white flag, eat my words and declare my own hypocrisy. Despite it all, I am very, very excited for the celebrations at hand.
I suppose it began last Thursday. I made my way to 49th Avenue in an attempt to catch Steve Nash carry the torch and felt entirely unpatriotic. In a sea of red and white, I stood out like a sore thumb in my purple basketball jersey. I intended to get Nash’s attention and, seemingly, it worked. Without red and white, I felt entirely alienated so made the decision that I’d actually sport Canada’s colours the next day as the torch made its way past my office downtown.
The excitement on Georgia Street Friday morning was incredible with a sea of proud Canadians stretched, quite literally, as far as my eyes could see. And as we cheered, applauded and shouted, everyone was speculating who’d ultimately light the cauldron that night at BC Place Stadium. I had to admit that even I, the Olympic Cynic, was curious. [Cue that white flag I was telling you about.]
Curled up on my couch that evening, I sat mesmerized as so many of the beautiful elements of our country’s culture unfolded before millions of eyes around the globe. British Columbia is only a fraction of the rich tapestry that is Canada, made up of people, images, songs, history and events that have shaped and transformed the home in which you and I live today. Perhaps the hydraulic issue served as an unintended measure of proof that, despite how breathtaking Canada is, it is not perfect. We’d be fools to deny such flaws exist but can instead unite in the pride that threads through us all and hope that one day we’ll see a country in which the final pieces click into place.
I’ve been called many names in the past: Homebody, Little Miss Anti-Social and even Not A Joiner. While those labels can certainly ring true at the best of times, now is not one of them. The movement and spirit of Canadian pride has spread across this city like wildfire. Think of Vancouver as being likened to Zombieland – minus the fleshy tenancies but instead with a healthy dose of infectious patriotism.
The ’round-the-clock music, cheers, screams and partying no longer cause me to roll my eyes but instead stifle giggles. If anything, this event has served as a personal reminder of how truly magical British Columbia is. It’s easy to take the mountains and ocean and blue sky and fresh air for granted each day when it’s on my doorstep. To be given the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see those elements of our nation through the eyes of countless international visitors is a gift. While I certainly refuse to turn a blind eye to the critical needs on the streets of my city and in the towns of my province, it would also be a shame were I to miss out on such an amazing opportunity in my own front yard.
The strangest thing about this all is the notion that in a few short weeks, the streets will have emptied out, Robson Square will be once again quiet on my early morning walks to work and we will all be left wondering if it was just a dream…
Tony Pierce Says Don’t Drink The Kool-Aid
Honest to a fault and too kind to be cruel, Tony Pierce is a rare gem. As the sole author of the long-running busblog and chief blog editor for the LA Times, never a dull word is uttered from his mouth. That is, of course, if you manage to catch him long enough for a conversation.
Photo: miss604 on Flickr
Throughout our friendship, Tony has interviewed yours truly on two occasions and has even orchestrated an interview between myself and Taylor Hanson (yup, the “Mmmbop…” guy). Never once has he sat down to be interrogated by me – until last night.
Keira-Anne: Good evening. Let’s start by getting your name out of the way.
Tony Pierce: My name is Andy Warhol and I’m here to sell you soup. Actually, paintings of soup cans.
KA: Are you selling anything else, Andy Warhol?
TP: Nope, just soup. I also go by a more common name of Tony Pierce
KA: Did your mama name you Anthony?
TP: She did! Anthony Hugh Pierce III.
KA: That’s a rather distinguished name. Why did you drop the a, n, h and y?
TP: There was a tax on consonants where I grew up. So repressive!
KA: That’s rather unfortunate. I hope it didn’t break your mama’s heart. Moving on… Did you have a favourite pair of pajamas when you were a little boy? Maybe some flannels with a bunch of Cs for the Cubs all over them?
TP: Hmmmm that was so very long ago. I’m sure I did, I just cant recall that far back.
KA: Were the Cubs even in existence in the ’50s?
TP: Yes, they were just figuring out how to successfully lose for a living. Their last world series win was in 1908, so by the ’50s they were almost in stride.
KA: That’s appalling. Let’s talk about sports later on. When did you make the move from Chicago to Los Angeles?
TP: I moved here the day after my high school graduation. I was 17.
KA: I like that you’re not getting any more specific than that. You were so young, so fresh and so impressionable. Were you frightened on your first day in LA?
TP: Indeed. I had gone from kindergarten all the way to graduating high school in Illinois. I knew everyone, so moving here not knowing one soul was weird, but I was up for it. I mean, I knew what family I had out here, but no one my own age.
KA: Can you tell me what your first great memory of LA was? You know… that pinnacle moment where you realized you made the right decision.
TP: There’s this free weekly newspaper out here called the LA Weekly and they list all the bands that are gonna play and where all the movies are. Even though I didn’t like to dance, I figured I should go to a dance club to meet girls.
KA: That’s never a bad idea.
TP: So the Weekly said I should try this one club because it was a mix between the bar in Star Wars and the wildest orgies in ancient Rome. LITTLE DID I KNOW that meant it was a gay and lesbian club.
KA: They didn’t specify that in the small print?
TP: NOT AT ALL. So I stood stunned as I saw two super hot girls make out and I was all “I’m in HEAV-“ and this dude tapped me on the shoulder.
KA: Did your stomach drop at that moment?
TP: Looks like probably exactly like how your dad looks and said “wanna dance?”
KA: I guess strapping, young black men from the mid-west were his thing. Did you oblige him?
TP: No, I ran out of the club and sped out of the garage as fast as I could with a huge WELCOME TO LA feeling in my heart.
KA: Have you been back to the Star Wars Orgy since?
TP: When I told my friends about it, they were all, “a gay and lesbian dance club? Hell, we woulda’ burned down such a place in IL“. And interestingly enough this place, The Odyssey, was burned down a few months after I went there.
KA: There’s some culture shock for you… There’s a gay club in Vancouver called the Odyssey as well.
TP: See, maybe that’s a thing that we straights don’t know.
KA: Perhaps it’s a chain. What’s the one thing about LA you wouldn’t trade for anything else?
TP: People talk about the pretty girls, but you’re proof that there are gorgeouser women in Canada.
KA: Is it all talk?
TP: No, there are definitely pretty girls here.
KA: You make me blush and I’m not even the one being interviewed.
TP: Ha! Some say they like bumping into celebrities in LA, but we are now letting Canada steal our movie and TV biz.
KA: It’s true. BC is kind of a Mecca for that stuff now.
TP: So I would say it’s the weather. There’s nothing better than wearing shorts in January.
KA: How about not wearing shorts in January?
TP: Bottomlessness is frowned upon in the lower 48, but I’m glad that Canada is setting trends.
KA: What about Hawaii and Alaska?
TP: Palinville and Punanyland? They don’t really count.
KA: Fair enough. So tell me… what is so special about Los Angeles that they deserve not one but two NBA teams?
TP: LA deserves two teams of all great sports. The fact that we have zero football teams is just LA being funny.
KA: If that’s your logic, then the same should be said about Vancouver. What happened to the Raiders?
TP: The Raiders were here for 15-16 years, something like that. And Uncle Al… all he wanted was a kickass stadium – one with luxury boxes. LA promised they’d hook him up.
KA: Hold on… Uncle Al?
TP: Al Davis. The one and only owner of the Raiders.
KA: Okay. Keep going.
TP: N.W.A even has a line about him: “And quit giving juice to the Raiders / Cuz Al Davis / Never paid us“.
KA: Sounds hostile.
TP: The Raiders are silver and black because Al is color blind and he wanted the fans to see things like he does. He’s the original gangsta, which is why N.W.A loved him.
KA: Tony, you teach me something new every time I talk to you.
TP: Hahaha – menial trivia I’m sure.
KA: Someone somewhere will be interested in that fact. I, for one, am. That said, Lakers or Clippers?
TP: I am not a Kobe fan. But it’s hard not to be a Phil Jackson fan. I really wish the Clip Show was more competitive, because I would go to more of their games if they were.
KA: Nice lead-in. Kobe Bryant replaced Jerry West as the Lakers’ all-time leading scorer in tonight’s game. Does that do anything for you?
TP: Not really. Kobe began playing for the Lakers right outta high school. He’s almost always had great players around him. Jerry West spent four years in college.
KA: It’s okay. The Lakers lost to the Grizzlies tonight anyway. Point proven.
TP: See? Here’s another weird trivia bit that you may not be aware of but maybe you are.
KA: Do tell…
TP: The NBA logo is Jerry West.
KA: Reeeeeeally? Kobe’s credibility between you and I just keeps getting weaker and weaker.
TP: Yep.
KA: That is nothing short of rad.
TP: I know!
KA: I can’t go any further without complimenting you on your spelling and grammar. I’m a bit particular about it myself – obsessive almost. How important is spelling, grammar and sentence structure in blogging?
TP: it all depends on what kind of blogging you’re doing.
KA: Is it important to you?
TP: Very.
KA: Phewf.
TP: I’m trying to do something arty. When it’s at its best, which it hasn’t been in a while, it should look drunken and wasted and nutz.
KA: Blogging ebbs and flows.
TP: Life ebbs and flows and you can’t always be the artiste you wanna be.
KA: Do people still use a “z” to pluralize?
TP: It all depends on what I’m trying to evoke.
KA: I bet you say “zee”.
TP: I think the Lord has blessed us with a large pallet in which to paint from, so we should use everything – but in the right way.
KA: Speaking of, if you weren’t a hot shot with the LA Times and the sole author or the busblog, do you think you would have instead been a man of the cloth? You make this too easy for me. It’s like you’re reading my mind.
TP: If only I could read minds, I would use that power for the hottest evil.
KA: More about that in a moment…
TP: Which is probably why they wouldn’t allow me in any monastery.
KA: True. But you’re pretty tight with the G-man, no?
TP: I am a devout believer, yes.
KA: That makes two of us. I’m diggin’ Isaiah these days.
TP: I just finished first Kings, so I’m still thinking a lot about David. I will be on Isaiah soon!
KA: Good!
“I read The Bible once. You know God and Jesus and all them apostles? They were all fishermen, just like me. Yeah, straight to heaven for Mick Dundee. Yep, me and God, we’d be mates.”
Is it that simple?
TP: Let’s hope! They say you go by the Grace of God, so who knows.
KA: And probably by the sweat of your brow.
TP: If I get in, it will be after much deliberation. Unlike you, I wont get a unanimous vote.
KA: I don’t know – I think things are a bit more cut and dry than that… especially in real life. Which merit do you think would earn me that unanimous vote?
TP: A) You’re a virgin;
B) you’re Canadian;
C) your blog design is gorge;
D) you love animals;
E) you love nature;
F) when you touch yourself you think of angels and butterflies;
G) you are super sweet to even those you don’t have to be…
KA: I don’t think my ego can handle you getting all the way to zee, but that’s a good start.
TP: Hahaha.
KA: Remember when we hung out in Vancouver about 20 years ago?
TP: Best summer vacation I’ve ever had!
KA: What’s so repulsive about this city that’s kept you away since? Does Vancouver smell funny?
TP: Vancouver smells so good that even its worst aroma is Hells Angels selling weed.
KA: I don’t think they sell it. I think they have other people that sell it for them.
TP: Whatevs, that whole block smelled awesome.
KA: If you come back to Vancouver this summer, we’ll go to the arcade again. And I’ll even let you borrow Jordy to go for a walk and pick up chicks.
TP: The reason I have never come back goes along those lines… I really got a massive crush on Foxy.
KA: I know you did.
TP: And it would be hard for me to not stalk her if I returned. Which isn’t the way you wanna roll when in Canada.
KA: Would she be upset if you stalked her?
TP: It’s hard to tell because she plays it so cool. She hardly ever writes me back when I write her, so who knows if she just doesn’t wanna talk or if she hates me.
KA: And you definitely don’t want to be a needy chick to Foxy.
TP: I don’t wanna be needy to anyone. I don’t mind chasing, but I don’t wanna be annoying.
KA: That’s a good balance. But the offer stands. My dog is a total magnet. You’d have hot chicks flocking to you like bees to honey.
TP: I’ve always had great luck up there, so I wouldn’t doubt it!
KA: Multiple luck from what I’ve heard.
TP: I think the girls are just tired of naturally handsome locals.
KA: “Naturally handsome locals” isn’t really an accurate blanket statement. Do you still have this shirt?
TP: Indeed I do! I’m thinking about wearing it to this really cool Super Bowl party on Sunday. It’s the cheesiest shirt I own, so why not?
KA: Who’s playing in the Super Bowl this year? New Orleans and…
TP: Peyton Manning’s Indy Colts.
KA: Are you placing any bets?
TP: I’m not, but if I was, I’d bet on the Colts – they have the experience. But my heart is with the Saints.
KA: Is that just your hunch talking?
TP: No. I just feel for the city of New Orleans and I know how much more important this would be for them. Indy has… oh so much but New Orleans could use a break.
KA: You know, I was thinking the same thing tonight as I watched the Suns in NOLA. Plus they’re down their star point-guard. A win would’ve been great for the city’s morale.
TP: Trust me, I am in 7 NBA fantasy leagues and I drafted that point guard #1 in three of those leagues. I know all too well about that sitch.
KA: Does that mean you’re out money?
TP: No I never play fantasy for $. People cheat enough as it is, but if it was for $ I’m afraid they’d totally cheat worse, and block me from making incredible trades. Today, for example, I pulled the trigger on a trade you may appreciate.
KA: Are you afraid of becoming addicted to gambling?
TP: The only thing I’m addicted to is blogging.
KA: That’s safe.
TP: Is it?
KA: You traded Amar’e Stoudemire, didn’t you?
TP: Close, Derrick Rose for the injured Carlos Boozer.
KA: That really doesn’t impact me either way.
TP: Me, I think it’s a brilliant trade.
KA: Plus, we got whipped by Utah last week.
TP: See, they’re really good. Some would say Boozer is their hidden reason.
KA: It’s possible, sure.
TP: But in fantasy he gives points, boards, blocks. Rose can only score and dole out a few assists.
KA: Fantasy sports, in my opinion, is really likened to WOW.
TP: Oh def – except with real people.
KA: Doesn’t it make you feel a little bit silly?
TP: No because it keeps me aware of EVERY team in the NBA, even the players on the bench.
KA: So there is some value to it.
TP: Tons. When I go to a game, I know every detail.
KA: Tony, we’ve been chatting for 53 minutes now. What kind of a feeling are you having about how we’re rolling?
TP: Chatting with you, Keira-Anne, is like dancing in the clouds with Gene Kelly.
KA: Would you be Gene Kelly?
TP: Wait, that’s a dude?!?! Aw crap.
KA: Yes.
TP: Ok, his girlfriend.
KA: You’d be his girlfriend?
TP: Chatting with you, Keira-Anne, is like being Spider-man upside-down kissing Kirsten Dunst in the rain while Sam Raimi directs.
KA: That was a hot kiss – very lippy. Have you ever kissed a girl like that?
TP: Not when it was raining.
KA: Were you wearing spandex?
TP: Just under my suit.
KA: So you were more like Superman…
TP: The only way I’m like Superman is that I work at a newspaper by day.
KA: And your name is cooler than “Clark”.
TP: Tony Pierce is a pretty good name, I must say.
KA: It’s a great name. May I compliment you for a moment?
TP: Hmmmm… fine.
KA: Woah, woah, woah… why the defense? (Do you like that I spelled it the American way just for you?)
TP: How are you supposed to spell it?
KA: In Canada we spell it as “defence”. Safari tells me that I just spelled it wrong.
TP: Ahhhh…
KA: For the record, I believe our French Canadian-influenced spelling looks odd. We also spell “center” as “centre”.
TP: Yes, I like that a lot.
KA: Anyway, enough deviation. I would just like to say that I enjoy speaking with you because you are one of those extremely rare people that expects authenticity from others while seemingly accepting them for who they are. And that, my friend, makes my heart happy.
TP: Awwww thank you! I don’t expect people to be authentic, but I’m very happy when they trust me enough to cut the act.
KA: Perhaps that’s a better way of articulating what I meant. You have a knack for encouraging people to cut the crap.
TP: I’m glad you feel comfortable with me. For sure!
KA: So as our time together draws to an end, is there anything that you want/need/wish the great people of Canada to know about you? Or do you simply want to bid us adieu and goodnight with a reminder of how warm it is in Cali right now?
TP: It’s not super warm here this minute.
KA: I bet it’s warmer than Vancouver.
TP: I have my little space heater on.
KA: I have my heater on in my little space.
TP: And no, I don’t want to try to convince Canada of anything about me. I trust that they will judge me accurately. I guess the only thing for me to say to the good people up there is “Thank You”. Mostly for visiting my site as much as they do and for always being welcoming and loving when I visit.
KA: Are the majority of your readers from Canada?
TP: At the bottom of my blog on the left rail it shows the countries. Right now it’s late, so almost everyone is from the West Coast of the USA. But during the day, when it matters, it’s about half Canada and half the USA.
KA: Well, whatever we may lack in numbers, we make up for in love and pixie dust for the busblog.
TP: Hooray!!! I do have one favor of you.
KA: Anything for you, Anthony Hugh Pierce III.
TP: I would like to ask you about your love life since we have been tracking it on the busblog. So table’s turned! Ms. Keira-Anne, tell us that you’re not still a single woman. Tell us that some smart man has swooped you up.
KA: Is the interviewee allowed to ask the interviewer questions?
TP: I believe you just said, “Anything for you, Anthony Hugh Pierce III“.
KA: This is true. I can’t deny what I said or eat my words.
TP: But since you are a gentlewoman I will allow you one no comment.
KA: I am still a single woman and no smart man has swooped me up.
TP: Now how again is this at all possible?? You walk to work?
KA: I do walk to work each day.
TP: And no guys smile as you pass by?
KA: Sometimes the construction workers. But more no than yes.
TP: When you go out with your friends to eat, or better, to drink, no guys send over a nice drink and wave?
KA: I had a guy buy me drinks on my birthday. Then I found out he was engaged. Who does that? Needless to say, I bolted.
TP: Dick! Do you have any single lady BFFs?
KA: Sure do. Well, single ladies. No BFFs for this girl.
TP: Am I to believe that you and your single ladies don’t go out 1-2 times a month to prowl the bars and/or bowling alleys searching for testosterone?
KA: You know that’s not how I roll.
TP: It’s just walking that catwalk. Letting the fools know what they lucked into.
KA: I do that every time I leave my apartment… 
TP: Fair enough. You’ve answered more than one question, so thank you. One follow-up though, totally unrelated.
KA: Go for it.
TP: Power Windows… Sorry, Tinted Windows
KA: What about tinted power windows?
TP: Your boy leading that super group.
KA: Aww yeah Taylor Hanson. It didn’t really take off as much as it could have. But the thing is, he gels best with his brothers. Anything else he tries, in my opinion, will pale in comparison.
TP: Glad to hear it. I was afraid you’d drank the Kool-Aid.
KA: Never. Unless it’s lime.
TP: Awesome. Well thanks for the interview.
KA: No, no… thank you.
Purple Reign
They say it only takes one time to get you hooked. This couldn’t be more true of my love affair with the Phoenix Suns. Before last year, I hadn’t seen a live NBA game since the Grizzlies still hailed from Vancouver. And now, when it’s game night, nothing else matters. When I’m not updating the game status on my Twitter, I’m shouting and cheering at my computer screen. This girl’s taken a fast and furious ride down a slippery slope.
Without further adieu (and in no particular order), I present to you my top ten reasons for pledging allegiance to the purple…
10. Hometown Pride – Being that Vancouver no longer has a team to call its own, it makes the most sense to cheer for a team whose star player calls Vancouver Island home. Though Steve Nash was born in South Africa, Victoria is where he was raised and the charity work he personally takes part in benefits communities in both Arizona and British Columbia.
9. I Got Game – The first time I picked up a basketball was in junior high and it’s a sport I’ve played off and on since. While it may surprise you, I can nail baskets with incredible ease. Being 5′9″ might have something to do with it. Somehow I believe this makes me a legit fan.
8. Tweet Me, Baby – Sports stars have long been admired from afar, but the Phoenix Suns have a strong online presence, allowing their fans to interact with each other and with some of the players. You can find Amar’e Stoudemire, Grant Hill, Steve Nash, Jason Richardson, Jared Dudley and coach Alvin Gentry on Twitter – each providing regular updates and sometimes running contests. In December the Suns held their first-ever Tweet-up prior to a game at the US Airways Center that was attended by Stoudemire.
7. Mind-Blowing Skills – With one of the NBA’s current best three-point shooters (Jared Dudley) and the best free-throw shooter (Steve Nash), every game is filled with moments where I ask myself “did that just happen?” One of this team’s greatest skills is their ball-handling ability with passing so fast you’ll miss it if you blink.
6. The Coach With The Most – When Alvin Gentry took the helm in May of 2009, he successfully turned the ship around and helped give the Phoenix Suns one of the best season starts they’ve seen in recent history. He knows his players, he knows the plays and he’s earned their respect. While his presence on the sideline may be intimidating to the best of them, I can’t help but laugh when I see Gentry stifling his Cheshire cat grin when the Suns are dominating on the court.
5. Dunks – Have you seen Amar’e Stoudemire dunk the ball?
4. The One And Only – Being a girl living in a city where hockey reigns supreme, it takes a bit of guts to buck the trend and cheer on basketball instead. But let’s be honest… hockey is for boys who are so afraid of getting hurt they pile on the padding. Basketball is for men who are tough enough to get bashed, banged and burned on the hardwood.
3. A Whole Lotta Heart – The Suns love the game they play. They work as a team, pass as a team, score as a team and none of them really monopolize the plays. And nothing beats a beaming smile from Dragic when he hits another three.
2. The Yummy Factor – I wouldn’t be a red-blooded female if I didn’t point out the obvious. Planet Orange is certainly home to some magically babelicious basketball players. I’d be more than happy to play towel girl to the bespectacled Stoudemire or Lou Amundson. Trust. Me.
1. It Takes A Village – It’s no secret that professional sports generate big bucks. While a lot of that money ends up lining executive suit pockets, the Phoenix Suns are one team that gives back to the very community that makes them who they are. The team has an actual, regulated charity board that’s been operating for more than two decades and now puts over $1 million dollars annually back into boys and girls’ clubs, food banks, sports programs and other worthy causes.
This Is The Way It Went
While 2009 probably won’t win any “Best Of…” awards from yours truly, I can’t say it wasn’t jam-packed with memorable events, milestones, personal triumphs and more good times than I can stuff into a blog post.
I kicked off the year in usual low-key fashion but wasted no time getting my year on.
Feeding into our insatiable thirst for gun-play, Amy and I officially formed Team Extreme Pistol. To date, our chapter has yet to hold its first meeting.
Rebecca’s got the first birthday of the year, so a few of her nearest and dearest gathered at the Opus to clink glasses.
Birthday number two belongs to Amy, so Alissa, Lindsay and I dragged the birthday girl to Las Margaritas for tequila and pitchers of margaritas.
What better way to spend Valentine’s Day than shredding the slopes of Mount Washington? I didn’t think so.
Some friendships were built for adventure and my friendship with Chelsea is one of those friendships. At the end of February we embraced the rain and hit the border for a hike and a raid on American candy in Point Roberts.
I spent a good chunk of March packing up my apartment after deciding to ditch the West End for newer digs in a pet-friendly building. I wish I remembered more of the end of that month, but it ended in a drunken love fest when Raymi took over Vancouver.
Mmmmaybe a bit awkward at first, but not really.
Beer helps, eh hosers?
I sobered up from that epic, whisky-soaked weekend just in time to welcome the birth of my first niece. On April 3, 2009, Sienna Lynn was born to my brother and his girlfriend Laura.
Shortly before that, three friends and I packed a tarp burrito three times in a pick-up truck and moved all my prized possessions to a new apartment.
The carpet, pre-dog.
Sometimes timing in life seems nothing short of immaculate. At three years old and full of both love and anxiety, I brought Jordy into his forever home on April 19.
He is nothing short of amazing.
One area in which 2009 certainly excelled was friendships. While some were lost, many more were gained.
(By the way, Andrea, I think we are long overdue for a Blizzard date.)
Each time the BC-SPCA holds an open house, I’m there with bells on. John, Rebecca and I stopped in during the May open house and said hello to our furry friends and our buddy, Special Constable Angie.
C’mon… you know you want to help and donate.
Simple as it may be, one of summer’s highlights was certainly this killer salad from Milestone’s paired with raspberry mojitos. My friends and I found ourselves on their patio more than a handful of times.
In June I dragged Andrea to Vancouver Island for her first visit in many, many years. No trip is complete without a sampling of Island Farms ice cream from the Coombs Old Country Market.
We love animals.
On the ferry we met Beth, the sweetest Rottweiler you’ve never met.
After how many years in Vancouver, I finally took in my first Canadians game.
Peanuts aside, when old friends get together, there’s more catching up going on than watching baseball.
While our fun times are many, one of my favourite days with Rebecca (and a few other fantastic people) was our Sins of the City Tour with the Vancouver Police Museum. We even found ourselves underground in a former Chinatown opium den at one point.
Come July, Rebecca and I traded our rain boots in for aqua sox when we took in a girls’ weekend on Vancouver Island in Parksville-Qualicum.
When we weren’t paddling our kayaks, we were indulging in luxurious spa treatments, lounging in the Grotto pool, dining on unbelievable food, wandering picturesque parks and whacking mini golf clubs. I’d go back and do it all over again in a heartbeat!
Refreshed much?
There’s nothing more important in this life than family – whether it’s the one you’re born into or the one you make for yourself. Needless to say, I was so happy that my brother, his girlfriend and baby Sienna made the move from Dawson Creek back to the Comox Valley.
Spending a summer with them all was priceless!
While it was a big jump out of my comfort zone, I’ve slipped into the role of doting auntie with far more ease than I gave myself credit for.
It’s not surprising to say that my own fur baby made more than a world of difference in my life since April. What was most fascinating to me was to see how much he had grown – quite literally – since adoption day. Though his personality has made leaps and bounds by shining through and his anxiety is almost non-existent, his body has grown too. Perhaps a lack of love stunted his physical growth, but since April he’s put on three pounds of muscle and a few inches of height. Or maybe his proud and happy heart just causes him to stand a little taller than he used to…
Vancouver Island holds many gems in its folds, but few seem to shine quite as bright as the West Coast. My mom had never been to Tofino, despite living on Vancouver Island for more than forty years, so the time was now.
Despite the fact that it was the month of August, cold temperatures kept me shivering the entire time.
I decided that next time I go, I’m taking someone that I can stay in bed all day with when the sun decides to hide.
I love wine – a lot. When Mount Washington held it’s annual wine festival, I grabbed Laura and we made our way up the mountain.
I’ll take five of everything, please.
August’s fun didn’t end there. For the first time ever, I took in the Big Time Out Festival in Cumberland. While it was Sam Roberts and his band that I was itching to see, I discovered some great new music with some great old friends.
Making your way to the top of the Grouse Grind is a rite of passage for Vancouverites. It was a rite, however, I had yet to claim. The same went for Craig, so we spent a sunny Sunday trekking to a gorgeous view of the city.
The hike was, uh, fun, but my favourite part was meeting the rescued grizzly bears at the top.
For two years now, I’ve made a point in raising funds for the BC-SPCA through their annual Paws For A Cause walk. This year my generous readers donated more than $1,300 to benefit the Comox Valley branch!
Jordy made some new friends but Charley was a bit more cautious.
October is all about Halloween. Since we hadn’t been to Playland in over a year, Rebecca and I found some thrills at the PNE’s Fright Nights. She even dared to enter one of the haunted houses with me!
We both fell in love…
…and on the big day, we gathered with a few of our friends for an exclusive party in the City of Vancouver’s former morgue.
It was a pretty tasty time for all of us.
What’s that saying some cynical blog readers abide by? “If there are no pictures, it didn’t happen.” While that could be true in some cases, I really did travel to Phoenix in November to spend a few days with an old friend.
I landed on Veterans’ Day and we went straight to the US Airways Center to catch the Phoenix Suns slaughter the New Orleans Hornets. Sadly, this was the only picture I took the entire time I was there. Pictures or no pictures, I had an incredibly memorable time.
Christmas rushed in and it was so nice to be able to trim the tree with my brother and his family for the first time in three years.
Before it was time to get merry, it was time to get happy as I celebrated my birthday with a few friends, strong whisky and an utterly fabulous pair of heels.
Pepper and I washed back our fair share of martinis, including the Sour Grinch.
I’ll take any chance to bake I can get! To get ready for holiday entertaining, Rebecca and I spent an entire day in the kitchen blending, stirring, rolling, baking and icing.
Don’t ask…
I won’t deny that it’s a bit cliché to spend time reflecting on the past and considering the future as the calendar rolls over, but it’s a moment not to be missed. While I am happy to see much of this year pass, I am beyond thrilled at the possibilities that 2010 holds for me and for my life. As I enter the next 12 months, it’s my desire to consider things from an outside perspective.
I recently read a captivating book that really helped me examine who I am, what I’ve been through, what I go through and the impact I can have on other peoples’ lives. Questioning what happens to us is a natural (albeit narcissistic) part of the process as humans, and it can be difficult to look outside of ourselves. We can ask any number of questions, wondering why things may have had to impact us, but neglect to ask how the effect we in turn have had on others. Sometimes life doesn’t happen to us; sometimes we happen to life. Sometimes the why has nothing to do with each of us but instead pertains to others. Sometimes life chooses us to stand in the gap for the sake of our family, our friends or even perfect strangers.
My sage and simple advice to each of you is this:
Find joy.
Keep joy.
Give joy to others.
Watch basketball.
My Perfect ‘10
Living today – in the moment – has become my “thing” lately. I could elaborate but let’s not get boring, shall we? Anyway, if I don’t live in the moment, all the things I’m pumped about next year will be here before I know it and the little things will pass me by. In fact, so much is coming my way in 2010 that I’m already exhausted thinking about it all. Oy vey.
In no particular order…
10. No specific target date has been set, but I will be officially debt-free. Feel free to hate on me, but I’ve worked hard at it.
9. Celebrating my sweet-as-a-peach niece’s first birthday.
8. Shortly after that, celebrating one whole year with my love bug.
7. Fingers crossed that the Phoenix Suns will once again rock GM Place with another exhibition game during the pre-season, a game at which I will be screaming, yelling, cheering and jumping up and down in my jersey.
Photo: taminator on Flickr
6. TORONTO! Or, you know, a suburb-thereof. I really need to see this lady again. (Except let’s not hang with those guys, okay?)
5. Seeing John Mayer in concert on April 1 for the second time. (Don’t be surprised if I disappear for a few months after the show. It’s my hope that I’ll charm my way backstage, after which he and I will embark on a passionate and heartbreaking love affair. I suspect we will exhaust each other by summertime.)
Photo: Flickred! on Flickr
4. Love thy self: I’m one of those people who incessantly say “I want to…” and then never actually do it. I want to cook more gourmet food, drink more wine, have more parties, take more day-trips, rent a car sometimes and do anything and everything that makes me happy.
3. My first visit to New York City. I plan on leaving my heart there.
Photo: miss604 on Flickr
2. Get sporty. I don’t miss going to the gym but getting active makes my heart go ga-goong in more ways than one. I want to join a co-ed drop-in basketball league or just hit the courts with friends. Bueller?
Original Photo: Fernando Ariotti on Flickr
1. Embarking on the next decade of my life, a trip that someone special to me will also be taking this year.
Your turn: tell me what would make for your “Perfect ‘10″. Feel free to make this a meme.
A View To A Kill
Aside from the brief afternoon snowfall, Sunday was like any other Sunday. At least it should have been. In an effort to finalize our Christmas shopping, Andrea and I planned to meet at H&M in Pacific Centre before making the somewhat insane trek to Metrotown. In order to avoid the cold, I ducked into Sears and made my way through the mall to find her.
Photo: ***roham*** on Flickr
As I emerged from the department store into the lower level, making my way to the escalator, I was keenly aware of how many people were crowded everywhere I looked. As I scanned the countless faces, one in particular nearly stopped me in my tracks. I knew him, I knew his face and how he moved. I’d seen the reconnaissance footage nearly a dozen times; in doing so I studied more about him than he knew of himself when looking in the mirror. I knew he was wanted, I knew how incredibly elusive he was and I knew the tremendous threat of sheer terror he posed to everyone in his immediate radius.
I had two choices. I could use the near-microscopic radio in what appears to be my DKNY watch to call for immediate help and report the sighting or I could disable him myself. If I went for the second option, I had to be absolutely certain I could do it. Any room for error was non-existent with this many people around.
Being nearly 100 feet behind him, I quickened my step. Anything less than 50 feet was far too risky. I closed in, my heels hitting the faux marble floor to muffle the sound of the safety release inside my jacket. Were anyone to see the Glock 27 before I was ready to fire, any chance I had would evaporate.
40 feet. Now or never.
In one fluid movement, my handgun went from my inside pocket to being gripped between both hands. In less than a blink, it fired. The Christmas shoppers screamed in chorus. Some scattered while most dropped to the ground. The breath I’d been holding escaped my lips as I surveyed my work. The man who was not a suspect – but instead a legitimate target – was sprawled face-down on the floor. One direct hit and his entire body was disabled.
I live in a fantasy world. It’s a world I’ve danced in for most of my life, a world in which I’m a federal agent. Sometimes it’s CIA, sometimes it’s FBI and sometimes I’m even an assassin. A secret life of lies, precise expertise and incredible adventure.
In truth, as I walked through Pacific Centre on Sunday afternoon, this was exactly the scenario that played on the reel of my mind. As I walked to meet Andrea, I questioned myself as to whether or not I thought I could get a clear shot off in such a crowded mall if I had to. It immediately occurred to me that if i had any hope in hell of joining the CIA, I’d first need corrective laser eye surgery.
Who Do You Want To Be?
There is something to be said for knowing one’s self, but identifying one’s self is something entirely different. It’s nothing short of amazing to me to see the ways in which I have changed through each year of my life, and of how I have transformed from girl to young lady to woman. And even as such, I still have next to no idea what that really means. I know who I am, I know my name, what I like, what I dislike, what I’ve experienced and what I desire. All of that is pertaining only to me, but what about me as a woman? That’s an entirely separate entity, however marked with many of the same traits that I likely share with the other more than three billion women in this world.
I have one friend who is dear to me for reasons that are unique to her. Emily and I have known each other since we traded juice boxes in kindergarten, and more than two decades later, I’d still share my lime Kool-Aid with her. Two years ago she found herself moving to Europe, and as of right now, she’s dreamily drifting back and forth between Spain and Portugal.
Yesterday Emily and I were talking like we normally do every few weeks, and as she shared with me some of the challenges she’d been facing lately, the topic of being a woman surfaced in our discussion. While it’s honest to say that the delicacies of the fairer sex can at times be a source of great frustration and eye-rolling for many men, make no mistake that we frustrate our own selves just as much. Men may find us to be complex, complicated, emotional and even – at times – ridiculous, but we women often paint ourselves with the same brush. It’s difficult to grasp objectivity when we look at ourselves.
The epiphanies that Emily and I concluded on seemed to be an incredible light bulb moment for us both. Women over-think, overanalyze, over-scrutinize, calculate and solve problems. While those traits can, on the surface, be charming to very few, Emily and I realized that it’s simply in our nature as women. It is ingrained in our feminine disposition to nurture, to love, to resolve, to maintain control, create order out of chaos, to make peace and to roll up our sleeves and get the dirty work done. So often we’re encouraged to do the opposite, but going against the fabric of what defines us is nothing short of stifling.
Many may argue that the Bible is an unreliable source, but it’s been trusted in by hundreds of generations as a compass for life. While some will fight tooth and nail to prove that it’s the absolute Word of God, it’s hard for me to believe that, through countless versions and languages, more than a few things haven’t been lost in translation along the way. However, the messages and parables of peace, love, kindness, righteousness and trust are never off course. This afternoon I found myself at the end of Proverbs:
“Her worth is far above jewels…
[She] works with her hands in delight…
She considers a field and buys it;
From her earnings she plants a vineyard.She girds herself with strength
And makes her arms strong.
She senses that her gain is good;
Her lamp does not go out at night…Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future.
She opens her mouth in wisdom,
And the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain.”
Proverbs 31: 10-30 (NASB)
Too often I find myself beating myself up for what is in my very nature. Society commonly lends itself to unspoken and unwritten expectations of cynicism, hopelessness, guarded and implicit behavior in women. Women who display love and a gentle nature are often the first suspects.
Just as it is for Emily, so too will your life never be without challenges, tests of strength, events that shape your character and dealings that result in ultimate joy. At times things can seem downright frightening, but the only thing worth fearing is an existence so stagnant that we are no longer presented with the opportunities that are imperative to becoming the people –and the women – that we are each capable of being. No one knows whom the woman King Lemuel spoke of in that particular passage is, but I know for certain that’s the type of woman I aspire to be.
Underneath The Blue Never-Ending Sky
Growing up on BC’s coast, I’ve always said that I adored living somewhere that the residents experienced four distinct seasons. It wasn’t until visiting the Phoenix suburb of Scottsdale last week that I realized I really just tolerate the four seasons because it’s what I’m accustomed to. Once you realize that living without rain is an option, downpours are much more loathsome.
Photo: mikemac29 on Flickr
As I flew into Sky Harbor International Airport around dinnertime, I was instantly blown away by the sprawling size of Phoenix. Twinkling city lights stretched further than I could see through my sliver-sized window. Upon arrival, my host-with-the-most wasted no time in acclimatizing me to Phoenix nightlife. After a tasty little dinner at Hanny’s, a restored men’s department store, we walked a few steps to the US Airways Center to witness the Phoenix Suns completely slaughter the New Orleans Hornets.
Photo: jasontho on Flickr
To say I was instantly hooked would be an understatement. Between sitting fourth-row, center court and the hip hop music thumping while the teams were playing, the game had a genuine schoolyard feel to it. Steve Nash has quickly become a legendary name, but it’s only when you see him on the court that you understand why.
Being that it was Veterans’ Day in the U.S., a first-quarter patriotic display instilled swelling pride within the entire crowd. And sadly, it was the only time I took a picture during my entire trip.
Photo: Frank Kehren on Flickr
On the following day we found ourselves getting through a lazy morning with a trip to Nordstrom’s Last Chance outlet – one of only two in the U.S. I managed to score a current season DvF silk party frock for 85% off and a Marc Jacobs handbag for 90% off retail; he snagged some Diesel jeans down from $350 to $30. No word of a lie.
Shopping is exhausting work, so after a quick late lunch stop at The Vig (and believe me, the VigAzz burger lives up to its name), the rest of the day was a write-off. After seeing a bit of Scottsdale by bike, I was toast.
Photo: Daniel Greene on Flickr
It’s kind of impossible to visit the City of Scottsdale without partaking in their shopping – it’s practically a sport to some of their residents. Scottsdale Fashion Square is certainly the pièce de résistance as it stands towering over the canal-woven Scottsdale Waterfront. With in-mall shops like Barneys New York, Louis Vuitton and Burberry mixed in with Anthropologie, Forever 21, Sephora and J. Crew, it redefines the term “a shopper’s paradise.”
As we made our way through Old Town Scottsdale, we noticed crews setting up for that evening’s The Big Pour, a street festival of (mostly) local breweries. After heading home to engage in an entirely sweaty and intense game of basketball for two, we were ready to shell out $10 and purchased our passports to debauchery. By the time I’d indulged in more than my fair share of 4 oz. samplers, we decided to kick it up a notch by making our way to a hopelessly chic cocktail bar, AZ88, where the whiskey flows like milk and honey.
While dramatic art installations – like the Dead New York City Taxi Driver exhibit below – can largely be argued as the bar’s claim to fame, I must put in a vote for their vicious Sidecar martini. A healthy splash of Cointreau was enough to finish me off. The rest of the night was a blur, including a trip to the Mondrian. It may – or may not – have involved a burlesque swing, too often nearly falling down and puking onto Hayden Road from inside the hired car. (Damn you, Sidecar!)
Photo: cam.riley on Flickr
It should come as no surprise to any of you that Saturday was black-marked by a hangover, so after spending half my day in bed, I finally had it in me to get up and out into the sunshine. Like Greater Vancouver, Phoenix is comprised of neatly parceled suburbs.
Photo: Conekt on Flickr
After grabbing mondo-sized iced Americanos (note that it’s pronounced “Ameri-con-o” down there), we made our way to the southeastern neighbourhood of Tempe – home to Arizona State University. It’s entirely picturesque, featuring a gorgeous waterfront walk around Tempe Town Lake, stunning sunset views and fresh air. For dinner, the Vancouver girl that went all the way to Arizona had sushi. Though, I wasn’t complaining – it was surprisingly fresh and delicious. We capped the night off with a flick at Harkins Camelview, catching a showing of The Damned United. Cute British football movie but it never engaged me. Take it or leave it.
Photo: phxpma on Flickr
By the time Sunday arrived, I had a hard time believing I had to leave already. Normally whenever I’m away from home – even if only to Tofino or Seattle – I feel entirely unsettled and can’t relax, but my time in Scottsdale was amazing. Thankfully we had a bit of time (though not enough if it were up to me) before my flight for a short jaunt half-way up Papago Peak. The views were breathtaking and I can’t begin to convey the sense of absolute peace I felt sitting on those red rocks. My boots are still covered in dust from that desert and I hesitate to wipe them clean.
While some – mostly my mother – are disappointed that I neglected to take any photos, my reasoning was simple: why lose time clicking shots to capture memories when you can experience them? I wasn’t there to play the role of the tourist; I was there to just be there. My time spent there was entirely precious, rejuvenating and incredible to me, and it should come as no surprise that I can’t wait to return.
My Life In Point Form
A few years ago, I was in my boss’s office when he asked me what the difference is between a website and a blog. After a brief description of each, he asked if I, in fact, had a blog. He then proceeded to pointedly ask me why anyone would be at all interested in what I have to say about anything. While he meant it mostly in jest, he also made a very good point. Why would anyone be interested in what I have to say? Half the time I’m not interested in what I have to say, so why would someone else?
Over the last eight months, my frequency of blog posting has dwindled faster than my bank account balance at the Clinique counter. While it isn’t that I don’t have anything to say, the narcissistic charm that blogging once held has been slowly fading away. Allowing perfect strangers a view to a thrill during bikini season has lost that loving feeling, while no one really needs (or should care) to know what I made for dinner, which movie I went to see or who I’ve been hanging out with these days.
My mother loves to take photos when we go for walks. This, however, normally translates to stopping every 400 metres to stage a shot. While her enthusiasm is sweet, and there’s always a time and a place for snapping photos, how can two people create memories together if they’re too busy trying to capture them on a digital memory card? I’d rather live and love my life rather than watch it pass me by because I’m too busy letting everyone else know.
Maybe Twitter has led to the demise of it all. I’ve realized that I can share my wit and wisdom in 140 characters or less, rather than dragging each of you through a large volume of mostly superfluous paragraphs just so I can hear myself speak, so to speak. (Though speaking of, doesn’t “superfluous” strike you as a bit ironic because it is, in itself, a superfluous word?)
However, that said, some people still have an insatiable need to know, some people still love to lurk and I still love to mold the English language, bending it to my will. Let me break down these days for you:
Revelations At Midnight
I’ve been more prayerful this year. When people ask me if I consider myself religious, for some reason I take offense. No one, however, asks me if I consider myself spiritual. I consider myself spiritual. By that it can be construed that I’m deeply aware of the spiritual aspect to my whole self. It’s as much a part of me as my mental well-being, my emotional quotient and the health of my physical body.
I believe in God; yup, the supreme Allah. He’s who I pray to, who I believe in and who I share it all with. Not out of a sense of duty or of obligation. It’s born out of the simple desire to feel connected to Him and to keep my spiritual heartbeat strong because without either then… what? Exactly. I never want my life to read like a guilt-inducing slogan on the neon sign of a church. I’d rather it resemble the sensation of a breeze in a tree or the roll of a wave.