Jan 31, 2009

Photogenic Vancouver.

Getting my lunch appointment with a friend mixed up for today instead of tomorrow, I found myself walking around downtown Vancouver again just taking in the sheer beauty of the city I call home. Armed with my Canon 40D in my Slingshot 200, I took advantage of the situation and exposed many parts of Vancouver in natural sunlight. She's quite a beauty, and camera-shy was she not!

I called out Jen to join me for a photographic adventure and we met up in the afternoon by the new convention centre still under construction. Yes, even a city can have facelifts, nips, and tucks!

We drove across the Lions Gate bridge and crossed over to West Vancouver heading towards Lighthouse Park. Along the way, we stopped by for some food and drinks. While Jen was off getting coffee at Second Cup, I spotted a small independent Italian deli shoppe across the street. I popped in to check it out and a few minutes later, I bought some prosciutto and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies to take with me to consume at the park. It never made it as my hunger was too strong.

The lighthouse jutting out from the rocks never fail to disappoint, but what was even more special was the long exposure pictures of the Burrard Inlet and the Lions Gate bridge in the far distance I managed to capture just after sundown. It was simply spectacular.

Vancouver, I <3 U! You sure know how to strike a pose in any light.










Jan 20, 2009

Obama Day!

I took time off from work today to chauffeur our guests from Japan. Queen Elizabeth Park was where we hit first and the recent snowfall that caught the city by surprise was still very evident on the slightly higher grounds of the park. The pristine bright whiteness of the sun's reflection on the icy snow gave the dome of the botanical gardens and it's surrounding environment sparkle like crystal.

We had lunch at the Seasons Restaurant in the park, distinguished by a plaque at the entrance marking this restaurant as the place where Gorbachov and Bill Clinton had dined at way back in 1993 during a summit. We were situated at a table by the large bay windows which looked out to the downtown core in the distance with the snow-capped mountains as a backdrop. Good fortune had us choosing from the special Dine-Out Vancouver menu, as we were in the midst of this annual gobble-festival for a chance to stuff our faces with food in establishments we wouldn't normally give patronage to. Perhaps it was the time of day where most people would be working, but as I looked around the restaurant, I saw only a sea of old ladies with pouffy white hair sitting around, gossiping about something trivial I'm sure. I felt so youthful in their midst.

Fog crept in, and by the time we were at the University of British Columbia, we couldn't see much of anything at all. The Museum of Anthropology was closed for renovations as well, so we were out of there pretty quick and moved on to explore the downtown core instead. I drove over to the Moshie Safdie designed Vancouver Public Library's central branch and spent some time admiring the colosseum-like architecture with floors and floors of books of all kinds. Mom wanted to take some Japanese books out but couldn't as she didn't have her library card with her.

Our last stop for the day was to Sushi House in Richmond where we picked up a large party-tray of assorted sushi to have at home for dinner. All along the day, I had the car radio tuned to CBC Radio One (now on 88.1 FM!) listing to news about Barrack Obama's inauguration, his speech, and the celebration that took place all around the world simultaneously. Even songs about Obama written by songwriters and musicians the world over were heard, my favourite one was of the song titled "There's no one as Irish as Barrack O'Bama".





Jan 18, 2009

Island Exploration.

Mom, Stan, and I took our guests to see Victoria over the weekend and it was absolutely wonderful. It all started with a chance sailing on board the new Coastal Celebration ferry to which I was observing it's voyage from it's birthplace in Germany, over along the Thames in London, and through the Panama Canal, and finally arriving to its destination in Vancouver. Just two months after its first official service operation, we were sailing on it, leaving the foggy Tsawwassen terminal behind and heading for the sun at Swartz Bay.

After driving off the ferry, we decided to take the scenic route along Lands End Rd., then along West Sanich Rd., following the coastline for a spectacular view of the Pacific. Along the way, we stopped by a roadside fruit and vegetable store.

As the sun went down, it cast a nice afterglow just above the horizon. Wanting to catch this spectacular view, Stan, Uncle Igarashi, and I went up to the observatory for a splendiferous view of the environment. I was able to catch some beautiful nightscapes on my DSLR using long exposure.

We dined at a Greek restaurant called Millos for the night before heading towards our hotel at the Ramada. This was where the disappointment was. The entire ground floor of the hotel was situated right above a noisy pub/night club and sound was bleeding through the floorboards and walls well into the night. We made a complaint at the front desk but they were quite useless, and when we demanded a refund, we were told that this wasn't possible because we had made a reservation through hotwire.com and not directly with the Ramada. We were left with the foul taste of the one and only experience with the Ramada and learned a valuable lesson: make sure that the room is not directly above any noisy venues or with an air conditioning unit just outside our suite's window.

The morning after, we went to the Swan Cafe for breakfast, then moved on to the Parliament building where I took a casual stroll on the premises to capture the morning rays on the Victorian façade of the grand architecture. I did the same in the area with the Totem Poles beside the Parliament building and again at the Empress Hotel. The National Geographic Theatre at the Royal Museum had nothing all that special to offer at the time of visit as they were in the process of taking down the exhibit that had just ended. We stopped to watch a short movie on the history of British Columbia, however, and it began with the geographical outline of this province and it's population and compared it with a number of European and Asian countries by superimposing its respective geographical outline on top one country at a time, shifting and rotating these countries so they all fit like a jagged jig-saw puzzle on the BC map. With a running tally of the population size of these Asian and European countries that all fit within the geographical area of BC, I had a greater sense of just how sparse we are as British Columbians with more land per capita, and how much of our province was still untouched by the destructive hands of mankind.

A drive around the University of Victoria loop revealed something of an anomaly to which I had not expected. Every where we looked, bunnies of all sizes and colours were everywhere, munching on grass, hiding by the trees, and waiting for a bus at a bus stop. One even crossed the road in my path at a marked pedestrian crosswalk! Seeing these hippidy-hoppidy critters in such numbers concentrated on the campus green lead me to believe that UVic may have a bunny problem on its hands. Perhaps the bunnies were there receiving education. Anything to boost the number of enrolled students I suppose.

Evening rolled by and we were back onto the Tsawwassen-bound ferry back home.







Jan 10, 2009

Obama Rolled!

After being Rick-rolled, then subsequently Obama-rolled on YouTube, an idea came about in my silly little head to get together with friends and make some delicious Obama Rolls!

The initial appointment to meet at twelve noon with Imelda was moved to somewhere between 1400h - 1500h as she decided to go shopping at Metropolis. I planned my departure from White Rock accordingly, and arrived at her place within the time frame, but she was still out and about. Walking in the rain and slush looking for shelter, I stumbled upon Alliance Français just a block north and decided to wait for her then. A whole hour later (that's 60 minutes, or 3,600 seconds, or 3.6E12 nanoseconds), I had to wait for her outside in the slushy rain as the school was closing. Fortunately, moments later, I heard her beck and call down the street and we ran towards each other like so many Hollywood movies of the days of yore.

Fast forward past our VPL stop for Auntie Yochana's Baking Blog, Safeway stop, and shoe shopping:

Smeer joined us in the making of the rolls, which moved from Mel's place to his in Richmond as he had an S-video cable I forgot to bring with me for the movie part of our evening. Much to Auntie Yochana's possible dismay, we popped open a can of ready made cookie dough from the doughboy, laid out the precut dough on a cookie sheet, and got creative with chocolate sprinkles for his hair, halved macadamia nuts for his nose, raisins for his eyebrows, chocolate chips for his eyes, and a few spices to represent Obama's Indonesian roots. To top it off, we brushed some eggs over Obama's face to give it that golden shine on what would otherwise a white face. :D

I suppose we could of used chocolate dough, but that thought came afterwards.

Hot, fresh, and right out of the oven, they looked plump, delicious and ready to eat. A screening of Kieslowski's La Double vie de Véronique and another great French Canadian film called Les Invasion Barbares followed, which brought us into the wee hours of the morning.



Jan 5, 2009

Random thoughts.

A status message on a friend's contact list which read "Swedes have more faith in their local IKEA store than in their church." prompted me to think of reasons why and to state the obvious:

IKEA is accommodating. God, if such a thing exist, isn't always so.

IKEA fits your life. God, if such a thing exist, doesn't.

IKEA offers free breakfasts at the IKEA restaurant on special days providing an incentive to go to the church of IKEA and people swear by it religiously. An ordinary church is just that.

Jan 2, 2009

Stumped.

I was shocked to see a massacre all along Granville street with lives lost in the dozens. These are unspeakable crimes, and they were intentionally committed due to a revitalisation plan along the corridor. A beautification project gone horribly wrong. A savage reminder of the sacrifices made for the 2010 Olympics.

Shame on Vancouver. Shame on VANOC. Shame to all those who had a helping hand in committing such a heinous act against mother nature. Why?

The writings on the stumps:

"My soil is your soul"

"Treat me like you love me. 1995 - 08"

"Are you an occupying army??!!"

"I Wasn't ready to go..."

"RIOT 2012"

"ALMOST RAPE"

"FUCK VANOC"

"Make tables out of the tree trucks. Make firewood out of Harper."

"FUCK HARPER"

"GOD HATES THE OLYMPICS"

"Another clean cut, eh? WHY?"