Oh Canada! from Vancouver City Hall – Olympic Outsider Bonus

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Canada’s Governor General Michaëlle Jean (a Haitian refuge who immigrated to Quebec as a child) and Mayor Sam Sullivan (suddenly, the world’s second most famous quadrapelegic) were on hand with a phalanx of officers of everykind to reveal the 1952 Oslo Winter Olympic flag.

I attended and watched the pageantry (recording some clips for a future podcast) and asked VANOC CEO John Furlong a few questions on a snowy Vancouver morning.  See more pics on my Flickr photostream.

Olympic Flag Reception at City Hall

VANCO CEO John Furlong security thug and dignitaries
photos by DaveO from Olympic Flag Reception / Ceremony photoset

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Down at the New Amsterdam ~ Choogle On! #22

Uncle Weed heads out with Reverend Bob and Padowan Zach to spend a Sunday in downtown Vancouver’s preferred locales for herbal enthusiasts in this Enhanced Podcast – fortified with photos, links and other surprises.

Justin of the New Amsterdam Cafe gives the straight dope on the chronology of the ‘potblock’ – Cannabis Cafe, HempBC, Blunt Brothers, the great fire of 2004, and more – plus insight on the perks and challenges of the running a cannabis-friendly cafe.

Then, after a visit to BC Marijuana Party bookstore, the lads head to The Cambie Inn for liquid refreshment and herbal respite before a Seabus voyage to Lonsdale Quay.

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New Amsterdam Cafe in Vancouver BC

Time is Now (Adolescent punk)

He raises his
arms in triumph
celebrating nothing
but mirth and mischief

youth gone-astray
by indifference
must grab the reins
of resistance

the Time is now
to take a stand
not by force but by
by circumstance

go prove yourself
able to handle (hang)
with the worthy praise
of the generations
victory is ours
for taking
if we don’t buy into the
crap they are slinging

The Time is now
take a stand
be yourself
not a brand-
new anecdote
or target eyes
separate yourself and
take a stand
and don’t believe their lies

spiraling down
think cheesin out
is not allowed

Storied chants
you’re standing tall
complacency thwarted
after all

I Remain (Middle-aged punk)

I’ve finally
slept all night
and sort of
feeling right

i thought
i’d feel sad
but you’re gone
and i’m feeling nothing but glad

i’d decided
that it might
be better
to give up the fight

but then you
and me split
and well at first
i’ll admit that it sucked a bit

but now your split
and i’m perplexed
got time to think
when i’m not wrecked

told myself
i’m better off
without the hassle
and all of the strife


you left
i stayed
in this house that
me built

you split
i remained
but i’m convinced
and i’m not ashamed

you said
you’ll move on
by the befuddlement
you left behind

Vanessa of the B-line

I’ve heard that pretty girls
don’t rides on buses
but here you’re here in curls
and glasses like ordered

You seem to recognize
that i’m already considering
roman holidays in cafes
and train rides to switzerland

You and me it’s agreed
got a history already
set-up in fast forward speed
old photos in albums
like a future unspoken
just give in sooner
before my i need a new token

Already i call you
perfect Vanessa of B-line
Before my stop on davie
somehow gotta make time

Looking so smart
but I’m too shy to stare
Vanessa in glasses
ponytailed, reading Baudelaire

Alive in that bus seat
Vanessa you might be
that cool chick inFouevlougs
riding down Cambie

I’ll wear bow-ties and
serve on faculty
furry eyebrows intact
while you save the world
at ribbon cutting some photo-op

On the back of my ticket
I’ll pass you a note
off at waterfront station?
i’ll invite you to toke

Vanessa act quick now
we’re almost passed the street
i’ll too nervous to tell you
that i think you are
sweet vanessa of the the b-line …


meaning stuck to ceremony
with duct tape
and question marks

tired books thinking
how you should be
otherwise it’s all right
as long as everything is justified
by candle wax and gilded framed

it’s suppose it to be
the hand me down coincidence
that clouds the fact that
3 or 4 or right or read
isn’t the truth
it’s just 5 and wrong

Road Sign 33-1/3rd

life clipping by
at 33 and one third speed

stand here hugging nothing
count dusty nickels
start looking what road signs say

there are many things i don’t have
tickets, dollars
ways and means

sunday providence
grey like last week
with my bargain matinee cough syrup nod
candy coated hold onto my thick head
next wave goes to mars
next even further
watch the clothes spin
in their fluff and dried

i’ve tried it all on bended knees
but i’ll just think here and sit about
lost months and misplaced friends
haggard days and ice cream cones

i’ll stand here
holding nothing
try to think
how i got here
then figure where i am

i’ll stand a shady place
counting nickels

and happenstance
empty out my pockets
on the ground
you can’t trade lint for bread and cheese

it’s cloudier now than
its been for years

i’ve spent daze moving quickly
years dreaming loosely
and hours watching patiently
and weeks muddling and fidgeting


i can’t cross into new york city
across the george washington bridge without
thinking about all the letters i meant to write to people filled faces hid behind

through bronx filled places and streets with places
as indifferent as you and me
finding beauty in dirty brick, sweaty shows and musty shit
the world still spinning fast
story in behind those bars
broken worlds and kalidescope glass

But we’ve jumped the hedges
with nothing on the other side
and we’ve sat on ledges
watching from high above the tide
going somewhere
we could’nt’ve been before

and we’ve watched the airplanes
going to someplace far
seen then from the dirt going somewhere low
while they take the people
i’ve never seen

and we’ve stumbled sidewalks
tripped them in our boots
stayed out of the drain grates and
ended up where we weren’t

so tired but sometimes
so inspired bewildered
and in love with something
we’ve never met
and history yet unseen

that diesel smells always
reminds me of being exactly here right about now

these neon lights and cheap motels
styrofoam coffee and sleeping bags

but i am going elsewhere
not here but maybe it’ll look like here
i have no way to know
i just hope not

Jiri Bubla / Vlad Krutov

V 1
I get three fifty k
to just show up and play
been three weeks since i lst scored
and yet i still don’t ask for more

I don’t give a shit
if i even get a hit
cause my agent called me again today
and told the check clears either way

Hot dogs and vodka
Wash it down with beer
smokies and caesers
i’ve never been so clear

Hot dogs and vodka
half dozen before each game
gimlets with hoagies
maybe thats why i’m so lame

Sometimes I’ll admit
that i’ve done some crimes
stole a smokie from the cart
at granville street and vine …

Bridge 1
In fact, i’ve thiefed em
a couple dozen times
they hard it over
it just ain’t that hard
i load it with relish
and they ask for my two-nie
and by then and eating my napkin and my lord i am running
i’m running, running, running …

Bridge 2
Now here i toil
broke, sad and turmoiled
thinking of all the kids i let down
i sweep up your mess
and you can’t hardly guess
that i use to skate on that ice

But it really don’t matter
if i get any fatter
i can still sweep the wreckage
from the coliseum aisles

When they came out to scout me
they should’ve looked more closely
and discovered my true ambition
ahh the beers, … they steal all my affection

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