vid: aurora borealis over BC

Welcome to my world. Well, actually the mountains get in the way most of the time, but I’ve seen the Northern Lights two or three times here in Vancouver, and they can be seen throughout most of BC when the sunspots align just right and all the polar bears are facing north north-west, so the light reflects off their silvery backs.

This video is timelapse photography from Fugly.com, and it’s kind of a shame, as one of the things I adore about the Aurora Borealis is the magnificently unhurried way the curtains of light wave in the sky. Also, this is all-green, and the purples and reds and indigos I know and love are sadly missed. My parents used to wake me up when I was little (and lived in Winnipeg) to watch the Northern Lights, and the self-evident magic of it, the middle of the nightishness of it, and the fact that it was considered important enough to wake us up for always associated it in my mind with Christmas. I didn’t even read The Father Christmas Letters till much later, but they explain plenty.

PSA: Pivot Foundation Christmas Auction

Please join Pivot in the celebration of

our most exciting and successful year to date at the …

Pivot Foundation Christmas Auction

Thursday, November 9, 2006 6:00pm – 9:00pm

Law Courts Inn Restaurant

5th Floor, 800 Smithe Street, Vancouver

We are pleased to announce the theme of the 2006 Pivot Foundation Annual Christmas Auction is the Busker’s Ball and will feature some of Vancouver’s best live street performers for your enjoyment. Performers will be “busking” with all proceeds to benefit Pivot. 

Please join us for an evening of fascinating updates, terrific entertainment, exciting live and silent auctions, door prizes, refreshments and much, much more!  Items include vacation getaways, body treatments, photography sessions, original artwork, fine dining, a mountain bike, family adventures, a Smart Car for a weekend and much more!

Proceeds from the Pivot Foundation’s fourth annual live Christmas auction will support Pivot’s projects on behalf of the residents of Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside.   

Admission is by donation. 

Please RSVP by October 30, 2006 to auctionatpivotfoundationdotorg or call Lisa Werring at 604-255-9700.

Thank you for your continued support!

 

Pivot Foundation

 

Light hors d’oeurvres will be provided. 

Cash bar

Viggo vs Evil Elf, a trip in the wayback machine

Aragorny, eh?

Stop me if you’ve heard this one, but here’s a little something I wrote for North Country Public Radio back in 2002, when several crazy American strangers decided that nothing would make them happier than to fly me back East to meet a Danish-American movie star.

So they did.

There are so many reasons this trip is impossible. So many GOOD reasons. It IS impossible. But of course that has no bearing on the situation whatsoever; we are dealing with Americans here.

It must be pretty good; their previous record hits in a day was 700, and this went to 3500. When the hits are down, mention a Danish-American movie star, Beautiful Agony, Mango Porno, the blogs of murderous Goths, or, apparently, Foley‘s emails. Sure winners, every one. 

It could be some time before I’m back online (although, given that I’m in Ontario, it can be no more than fifteen seconds before I’m in the vicinity of yet another television with the volume up high) so this should tide you over till then. 24,000 words, if memory serves. Plus bonus photos!

(television) star wars

Nifty Keeno! Television will change our world forever!Is there something in the Ontario water that causes this? Is it that the radio sucks so badly? Is it Cheeveresque or O’Neillian fear of the family tensions that play themselves out more confrontationally in conversation than in silence?

Why does everyone in Ontario enter their house, remove their shoes and, before even taking off their jacket, turn on the television?

And what is the last thing they do every night? Read a bedtime story to their children? Hit the singles chatroooms? Enjoy a snifter of brandy and a wide-ranging discussion of the physical substance of the various ranks of angels? No.

They turn off the tv.

If there was something we used in Vancouver this much, we’d just have it on a timer or a motion detector, although given the propensity of people to become motionless in front of a television, perhaps that wouldn’t work. Yeah, they could use some of these morning shows to immobilize the enemy, particularly now that the Geneva Conventions are considered unconventional for Americans.

Timer, timer is better. On at 7am, off at midnight.

I have a couple of friends who came from the West but who now live in Ontario, and they, too, have succumbed to this bizzare and disturbing fetishistic behaviour. This, plus the fact that I haven’t the slightest hint of it and my gene pool basically sloshes up and down the Ottawa Valley for the last three hundred years like water in a bowl, is what convinces me it’s something environmental.

And you can bet it’s not the quality of the broadcasts. After two days, that possibility has been thoroughly ruled out.

Now, maybe it’s something in the air of BC, but we out there have a marked tendency to passive-aggressiveness of an almost pathalogical order. Would we ever tell you off? No, perish the thought. Would we see you every day for drinks after work and brunch on Sunday and tell everyone in our running group how much we hate you?

You bet. Much more polite.

So I have developed a unique coping system for visits from Ontarians. You always try to make the place nice for your guests and show off the many ways your town is different from where they live, so that they go home with the definite sense of having actually left home in the first place.

So the first thing I do is I hide the remote.

on the road again

so blogging will be a little erratic. That’s okay, though: I know that if you’re a reader of this blog you’re very into the erratic arts.

FYI you know how the tarmac on runways and taxiways has those rubber tire marks, in big swooping circles and straight lines and some, heart-stopping times, a series of juddering dark grey dots, fading off into the distance? Well there is one spot at YVR where some fellow who has too much time on his hands and a job that pays by the hour has taken it upon himself to apply the creative impulse to tire marks.

He’s made a happy face.