Category Archives: Personal Musings

sometimes i have something to say about me, life and the passage of time – schemes, ideas, holiday dispatches, thoughts and dreams that aren’t too private and other journalling

Canadian Little League Championship Game

Whalley Little League wins the Canadian Championship and head to Williamsport PA for the LLWS
Canadian Little League Championship Game

Whalley (Surrey), as the host team, won the tournament in convincing fashion going 6-0 through the tourney and winning the championship game over the Ontario representative from Easy Nepean LL in 4 innings 10-0 on the strength of lights-out pitching, 5 big HRs and smart baserunning.

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan represented the prairies, and Glace Bay, Nova Scotia represented the Maritimes plus a team named the Lynx from somewhere in Quebec.

The dominant Whalley squad leave tomorrow (Sunday) to Williamsport, Pennsylvania for the little league world series.

{Update: Batter by Batter recap at Unpage}

The Sylvia Hotel – Symbol of Grace and History

I have re-read an excellent article from the NY Times (subscription req’d) Travel Footsteps found via Darren Barefoot’s web repository of goodness.

The article is about writer Alice Munro’s time spent living in Vancouver and while I am not very familiar with Ms. Munro’s work, i am fascinated by Vancouver history and locations, especially from a literary perspective. Anyhow, the article talked about various Vancouver landmarks visited by, or alluded to in Munro’s writing.
Vancouver's Sylvia HotelThis is not the shiny, internationalized Vancouver of Douglas Coupland, rather a time when Vancouver was a west coast outpost city in transition trying to carve out an identity and an economy after the first heady decades of mass harvesting of timber and minerals. The neighborhoods have changed, downtown has “moved” but many landmarks are more luminescent than ever.

The article finishes with a walking tour of Alice Munro’s Vancouver including points in Kitsilano and around to English Beach and the wabi-sabi Sylvia hotel. Now turned into apartments i do believe, the Sylvia stands out in a busy waterfront, a side thick-covered in ivy, no balconies or thermal windows or fitness clubs, just refined living from a by-gone day right in front of the idyllic driftwood and sand beach.

Makes me think of walking back to the hotel after a night listening to lounge jazz at a supper club on Main or Hastings – somewhere now turned to a flophouse welfare hotel, the only evidence of past glory, a faded sign or framed and glassed dusty prints of performers or guests stashed in a closet or forgotten on an otherwise vacant shelf.

Thoughts about Elliott Smith dying

Man I am crushed sad about Elliott Smith dying. He was my age, walked the same Division street, drank in the same bars here in Oly when recording for Kill Rock Stars.

Now he’s all dead and another rock n’ roll sidebar – cynical comments about drug and alcohol abuse and pressures of fame.

Sure he was sad, sure he tangled with the bottle but damn, it has been already to hard of a few months – Tommy Chong in jail for 9 months(!), Dan Snyder slipping away, Dany Heatley tortured and hassled — and now Elliott Smith, another talent, impossible to replace.

Either/Or was in the CD player when I heard the news – oddly great loving music for being so sad. I wasn’t sure what to do. I took a few minutes and walked past Kurt Cobain’s house a couple block away and thought of the pain he felt to make that fateful decision. A knife? in the chest? Damn LA. Damn grammy, damn movies soundtracks and publicity shoots or whatever other contrived demon drove him…. geez I hope he’s happier now.

It rained more here than ever before (that’s saying something in the NW), flooing even – seemed a fitting mood to say so long to such a emotionally sophisticated song-crafter.

Re-watching my beloved Canucks trounce the Sabres made me feel only a little better. Elliott was/is to music what Artem Chubarov is to the Canucks – hard working and solid on the details, underrated despite the accolades and not a pretty dude outside, just like the rest of us.

either gone because of the pain or in spite of it
10/23/03 (posted 10/15/04 & 11/17/06)

Youth hockey, disposible movies and Interweb start-ups

So being back to work in this start-up is starting to be a regular job and not too bad at that – well it would be better if i was getting paid ;-)  This weekend was split between hockey and housecleaning. I worked sorta late on Friday trying to get some stuff to the printers (unsuccessfully BTW) so didn’t go to pick-up hockey that night, opting rather to go out and about with my gf, the lovely Ms. Lisa. We went for a beverage at the Westside lanes bowling alley and sipping while people watching, figuring out who’s who in different bowling groups, enjoying the interpersonal dynamics amongst the vinyl benches and curvy chairs on the mezzanine level.

Then off to the movie theater at the dang ole mall. I usually would drive to Yelm to see a flick but the 40 minute drive wasn’t sounding too enjoyable so we braved the sticky floors and smell of diapers. Saw the Mike Myers and some eye candy chickies in a movie about following your dreams – in this case as a flight attendant. Rather disposable movie but some funny bits.

Super ChiefsSo Saturday was a big day at the Evergreen pavilion as my Chiefs youth hockey teams started their season, plus a big win for the Canucks that night but i got a few things to do so that will wait til later …

OlyWa, Monday, April 14, 2003

Words are for revolutions: Backgrounder tidbits

Just starting into a weblog feast thanks to Ben and Jay but ya know i have been a little apprehensive about doing so and i think there is a few reasons for this …1) i hesitate to be too self-indulgent and ego-centric. ya see now … in the last 12 months, my media manipulation skills resulted in excess coverage in national magazines, local newspapers, films and myriad websites and public access shows. i really do enjoy this kinda stuff cause i have a lot to say but sometimes i feel as though it reflects on me in a less than favorable manner like i am “pimping my own dojo” too much. in reality, i tend to be rather self-deprecating and sincere to a fault and don’t want to be that guy who is always cheesing out and boosting his own jive scene.

2) words are important things and are not to be trifled with. As a writer (aren’t we all …) and a reader i place almost undue reverence on the written word and tend to spend months doing a “big project” and feel “small projects” along the way aren’t as worthy. when i see my work published in a magazine and recall the hours i spend editing and researching, i am pleased momentarily. when i sit to write, i am motivated by the feeling that i am sharing an epistle with an yet unknown audience. this weblogging is much more immediate and i don’t much care for being caught with my pants down (well sometimes hehe) for lack of editing and consideration.

3) finding myself being an internet entrepreneur type again, there is always 15 “urgent” things on my list thus i feel my priority is doing that stuff whether is be creating ads, fundraising, writing business plans, proposals, contracts and letters, moving furniture, wiring offices, understanding command prompt TELNET on my mac osx (no laughing) to program a DSL router or improving my joint rolling skills. at the end of it all, the ‘puter (though a fine tool) and i need a little reboot time away from one another.

4) i reckon i am a veteran weblogger in that i publish most everything i write and finish in one form or another on-line and have been doing so since i borrowed an HTML book from Scottyo and posted my first hemp in japan website. shoot, i got stories i wrote in 11th grade are on-line and i am olden now. plus my works from evergreen, menu magazine, high times, photo galleries from the Olympic winter games and cannabis cup, even the infamous Uncleweed story are available for public amusement. i do like transparency and don’t mind people knowing what it is that i do (though i hope none of my youth hockey team players come across tooo much ;-) don’t need no irate parents).

i suppose, in recent years my use of the internet as a gutenburg-press-like publishing renaissance tool is well manifest in my fantasy sports leagues participation, particularly in the hockey league where i am currently battling some mystery team for the virtual Stanley cup. the players i choose and the manner in which in manage my team evolved over years of careful study and somewhat reflects my personality – i don’t like superstars or streaky inconsistency types, i like hard-workers who chip in every game and score in clutch situations. plus i avoid players from teams i don’t care for and relish finding the young break-through player before anyone else.

now that i have moved into the new/old office, my routine will facilitate more entries as i aim to make this a tool to post many of the lists that i am wont to make. perhaps we shall see my favorite books/authors, films, road-trips, countries visited, brushes with fame, fave tokes and other such info “for the record.” i realize my space-time continuum is often skewed so i it behooves me to post anecdotal discourse publicly before the senility gets any worse.

OlyWa, Friday, April 4, 2003