Thursday, March 13, 2008

I didn't have a chance to take any new shots today but I realized that I had snapped some other update shots myself while walking in the sun the other day. This was before the wash. I haven't processed these other than resizing. Enjoy.

After work today I stopped at the Lonsdale Quay. According to it website it is "one of Vancouver's most popular destinations. Located on the shore of North Vancouver with a fabulous view of Vancouver's skyline and harbour; this multi-level complex is home for over 90 shops & services. Lonsdale Quay Market boasts a fabulous fresh Market, beautiful boutique shops, international cuisine to eat-in or take -out, a play area for kids and specialty kid's only shops, a first class Hotel and always an exciting atmosphere." Apparently. It has a lovely fountain.

You can sit on the edge of the fountain and take pictures. It won't even bother anyone. You can post the pictures on the internets.

They have binocular thingies to see downtown. Here comes the seabus!

They have tugboats.

And mosaic-y benches.

Inside there are shops and things.

And entertainment for the kids. The way my hoodie is bagging out makes it look like I am ready to have one myself.

I had to kick a bunch of them out so I could lay down in the ballroom. Enjoy the bacteria!

Tried in vain to make a snow angel on the giant mosaic on the floor but there was no snow. It wasn't even really that dirty for that matter. Epic fail.

THE END. All questions and comments welcome.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Here we have a famous rolling Vancouver monument. I am not even sure what to call it, other then "that crazy volkswagen". It is often seen parked at the Starbucks at Robson and Thurlow downtown - the site of the ass shots last week. Correct me if I am wrong, Beatle, but they don't make them like this in the old country. It even comes with a working water fountain on the hood.

Today the 3001s get washed. Those who pay close attention will have made note of the subtle foreshadowing in the previous post. I have followed the guru's advice and have in fact washed the jeans as directed.

But before we get there, a few last minute update shots. After work I had a visit with my friendly neighborhood chiropractor. Being early, as I am wont to be, I decided to pull out the point-and-shoot and snap a few last minute evo pictures. Unfortunately I didn't realize that they were a bit blurry, due to the failing grey light of the rainy day, and my aversion to using flash for these sorts of shots. I have made sure not to use any of my usual photo processing tricks in an effort to give you a better idea of the actual colour. At any rate, I apologize in advance for the quality.

Right-side pocket

Left hem

Right hem

Right leg

Ass revisited

Once inside, my chiropractor agreed to take a shot of me laying on the table (for posterity). He didn't even seem to think it was a strange request.

Went home and it was time to hit the suds.

Washed in warm water, normal cycle with a bit of detergent.

Out of the washer and time to hang dry.

I will endeavour to take better evo shots once these are ready to go.

I recently interviewed famed Flat Head wearer, and former Sufu rep number one, Sindy Ro. Here is a brief transcript of the conversation:

ordo: do u think i should wait until the end to wash?
sindy: no
sindy: you won't get any color and you should wear it after washing so it loosens the indigo
sindy: you wash it and ship it off indigo just stays in there
sindy: best to wash first then wear
ordo: are you sure???

I believe my mandate is clear.
I am having difficulties with remembering the day so I am just going to post without it. Had so much fun on the small board I thought I would size up.

Not much time for touring today, but did fit in a bit or ripping and/or shredding as the case may be.

That's all I got for today.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Paid a little visit to historic Gastown. First I stood in front of the Europe Hotel, a flatiron-ish sort of building which was the first fireproof hotel in western Canada.

I then walked across the street and visited the man for whom this area of town is named - Gassy Jack. I kid you not. Capt. John 'Gassy Jack' Deighton was a former riverboat pilot turned saloonkeeper who, in 1867, was the first settler on this site from which Vancouver was to evolve. Apparently, in Victorian times the term 'to gas' referred to talking a lot, something which Captain Deighton had become famous for. Thankfully they didn't refer to him as being full of crap, otherwise the area could have had a very different name.

Following our little visit there was a brief standoff with a fellow outside the Western Boot Headquarters which, thankfully, did not lead to any major casualties.

Next I ventured into Blood Alley where the Gaolers Mews is located. This site dates to the 1850s, which is quite old as far as Vancouver is concerned. Bloody brawls within the former resulted in incarceration in a small unlocked cabin in the latter. Gastown's first constable, Jonathan Miller, ankle-chained the prisoners who were then guarded by John Clough, a one-armed drunkard.

Intrigued by the sign, decided to pop into the Shebeen Whiskey House for a quick pint of whiskey.

Took a brief walk around while waiting for the Steam Clock to go off.

The tour culminated with a noontime visit to the famous Steam Clock. Not too thrilling but steam does in fact come out of it and it was only about five minutes slow. There was a sizable group gathered to watch me pose for Superfuture.

As I left you, we were in the chalet sitting by the fire and doing WAYWTs in the middle of perfect strangers. I don't think that I have ever had so many pictures taken of myself in such a short period of time. Denim makes one do strange things.

Outside the chalet is the skating area, with Zamboni. If you didn't grow up wanting to play hockey as a young boy in Canada, then at least you wanted to drive the Zamboni.

Decided to go for a bit of a spin on the sleigh pulled by the Piston Bully. Not a very Canadian name I think. The astute observer will note more of the those freaking statues buried in the snow.

Now to the delicacy to which I alluded yesterday - Beaver Tails! Since 1978. That is older than most of the people around Superfuture. Very similar to other fried dough treats popular around the world, but these are like the actual tail of a beaver, so they are obviously much better.

Felt woozy from the sugar rush.

Hopped up on grease and sugar, I conspired to steal a local transport.

Risked life and limb for photo-op as annoyed skiers flew by on either side if me.

My transport awaits.

Did a quick panarama just before heading down.

Many pictures were taken today, so many so that I have decided to split today's post into two parts - one today and one for tomorrow. I am just too beat to process all of the images tonight.

Before I begin I wanted to apologise to the members of the DD+1 group. My pathetic attempts at goading them with a bit of trash talking were done in a spirit of fun and not meant in any way to cast aspersions upon them or their denims. Further, I shall henceforth refrain from escalation of the Battle of the Butts - all the Photoshoppery in the world is not going to win me that one anyway.

Now to business. Today after work, I headed north across the now familiar Lion's Gate Bridge to visit Grouse Mountain - one of our three local ski hills and a popular Vancouver attraction.

The Skyride arrived to whisk me away to the mountain top.

The ride up offers views across the North Shore to Vancouver and beyond. Unfortunately the sun was in a position that made picture taking a challenge. In this picture one can see the Cleveland Dam and Reservoir, a main source of drinking water for the Greater Vancouver Regional District.

Here one can see the downtown core, the harbour, the Lion's Gate Bridge and above it, stretching off to the right, the area that is the home to the University of British Columbia, as well as Wreck Beach, the local nudist beach and home to the annual 5K Buns Run.

Nearing the top, one can see out across the Georgia Straight to Vancouver Island, or Diamondsland, as it has come to be known. It is home to local celebrities Timber and Diamonds.

At the top, one cannot help but be struck by the shear amount of carved statues, standing semi-buried in the snow. They are everywhere. A local aboriginal artist carved them with a chainsaw apparently. While he chose the standard bears, eagles and beavers to carve, he also inexplicably created a tribute to Bryant "Big Country" Reeves, a figure of scorn in Vancouver during his brief career with the equally brief Vancouver Grizzlies NBA franchise.

On second thought, it can't be him, it isn't fat enough.

Slightly more popular is the gentleman who played in goal for Paul Bunyan's hockey team.

After all the frivolity, I needed to take a brief respite in the chalet.

Stayed tuned for Part Deux, in which you will see me abscond a snow vehicle, climb up things, introduce a Canadian delicacy and stand in front and on top of even more things.