so great to be back

so great. the junkies, the poorly laid-out construction detours that lead you nowhere near where you were trying to go, the over-priced parking meters, the talk of a new bridge for bikes and peds. across from vanier park (only 45 million dollars kids...), the mold in the olympic village, did i mention the poorly managed construction? i mean, it's not done yet, but it's close, the cambie street fuck-up will be done soon-ish and it only will have taken 38 months to complete. man, they can really work fast those little construction workers. and at no cost to any of the business' on cambie st. how did they do it without fucking over any of them? oh, they didn't.
oh, i know, i'm ranting but really, this place is not for the weak of heart. unless you can just ignore it all and go about your day to day and not look to closely. i'm gonna try and ignore it more. good idea garn. i've accepted that the games are coming, no stopping that money sucking fact but, i do will it to fail. i was looking around and trying to figure out how they're gonna get all this shit - construction, etc. - all done by the time the games come to town.
"welcome to vancouver. almost finished."
a t-shirt with a picture of a crane on the front that says those words.
whatever. i'm just complaining. and i know it. it's a beautiful city with lots to do and see and on the flip side, lots to get pissed-off about, like most places. i think, for me, i've just gotta keep my head down and just keep working and let it all just pass me by. less thinking, more working.
oh. and i've come to a decision about our man gregor robertson. he's a nazi. or like one. he's a green, enviro-nazi. and i'm not saying i don't believe in some of what he stands for but, i am tried of people telling me what's good for me. and how they're gonna make it good for me. whether i like it or not.
ok. i'm gonna go cut some grass. with my smoke puking, gas guzzling lawn mower.

have a great saturday.

g. xo