Pride picnic

Sooo ignore te dates, it seems to not care what days I post it.

Sooo today was the Gay Pride picnic in Vancouver, as the begining of east-side pride.
It was pouring all day, so we didnt stay long, but we were there for about an hour. It was held at a park inside a circle of tents, vendors sold rainbow jewelry, flags, bumper stickers, buttons, keychains, rainbow colored kettle corn, food, icecream… ect. There was a dj and a stage with live performances, drag queens, and bands. There was a giant rainbow spread across the fence on one side. Probally the only good photo op.

see theres always good stuff to find at the end of a rainbow ūüôā

 It was nice for a small picnic that not many knew about. This month in Vancouver there will be tons of Pride events, this was one of the small ones.It began to rain again so we headed back towards downtown.

We figured since it was raining it would be a good day to stop by some classes we were interested in taking.

We went to Tomy Lee Music store on Grandville to look at piano lessons.Tomy lee is a huge 4 storey music center. With the school on the top floor and instruments on the other 3.We found our way to the piano room.

piano room

The classes were pricey but i took info with me anyway.

Next door was Harbour dance studio.We wandered around watching classes. there were ballet, jazz, and hiphop classes going on at that time.I took info from each class that interested me, which was pretty much everything but jazz and tap.Bellydance, salsa, pussicatdolls hiphop, bollywood, ballet, and burlesque.I am finding interest in too many things at one time.

From there I went to Academie Duello. The swordfighting school.This place is awesome. Its a school for ligit fightng, not theatrical dueling. They offer classes in longsword,sidesword, rapier, grappling, archery and mounted combat. The protection was medal, and the class going on had either buff guys or world of warcraft neards living out their fantasy. As I stood there in the shop talking about skeduals and prices, I kept getting smacked in the back with wooden swords by Caro and Diego, the 24 year old children I was babysitting.

From there i found a yoga center and pole dance classes, and steel drum classes….¬†so my night now consists of covering my dream wall with tons of fliers for classes¬†I intend to find the time and money to take, along with my 5 circus classes a week.At least my Spanish lessions are free.

 That night we headed to Grandville island to have dinner at Nayelis. Which was awesome.So that was my day.

The start of my dream wall


¬†Im sorry i dont have massive amount of interesting photos and stories to tell you but there it is ūüôā


Reggae nights at the Yale

It finally got sunny out today ūüôā

And we heard of a music festival in Gastown. So off we went to Water street.

Music festival

This festival wasent like the ones on Commercial drive, where the streets where blocked off for people to walk. This street was still open and clusters of people stood in the road to watch bands performing on the sidewalks. 150 Bands, not all at the same time obviously, but about 20 played simeltaneously. Every thing from classical, reggae, rock, gothic, tribal, latin, country, folk, pop, to world.

Little asian instruments

Some were good. Like a classical violinist, and a chello player, some bongo drum tribal music, and such but they were drowned out by the horribly loud rock band that would be set up right next to to them with their amps turned all the way up. ūüė¶
It wasent bad, but deffantly not too memorable. So i wont spend too long on the subject.
There was also an extreamly bizzare gothic band that wore black hooded cloaks, the hoods were up and their heads were turned down low so you couldnt see their faces. they played a really quiet weird song. We all agreed, horrible.
¬† From there we stopped by penthouse for about 20 minutes on the way to the Yale. Not much to report. Accept the table of guys next to us looked kind of confused. One was talking to Diego, who was there with me, Megan, and Nayeli, (The only 3 girls in the bar) and said “Dude can i touch you, i want some of what ever you got to rub off on me? How did you¬†¬†manage to come here with 3 girls?” haha
The female dancer performing was horrible. I felt like i was watching a really bad drag show.
The Yale
So usually every Tuesday is Reggae night at the Yale, theres no cover and an awesome band, so were usually there everyweek.
Tonight we met up with Friends of Megans. Thea, Ricardo, guy from New Zealand whos name escapes me, and guy from Belgium whos very odd name also escapes me.
Diego, Nayeli, Kiwi, Megan,Thea, Ricardo, belgium ūüôā

The band that always plays is Mostly Marley. They are sooo good, A live reggae band that plays Bob Marley, with some police, u2, and such.

Im sorry if this entry seems off. Im in an off mood and not really feeling writting. It wasent an awesome amazing day of which i feel like recording.
So yep there it is.

Car- FreeFestival

Hello readers ūüôā

First and foremost, Happy Fathers Day to that dear old fellow in Ohio, Derek and my cute little Papa Doc, and Grandpa Kline. I love you all

I woke up early today, around 5. Im getting back into a pretty decient routine, ate breakfast and such, called Derek, made some more hemp, untill about noon when I packed up and headed to Commercial Drive.

Today was the Car-Free Commercial Day Festival


The festival was a protest against highway expansion.¬†It raised awareness for the forests and homes that were being knocked down for this project. It encouraged people to use the transit,bikes, or¬† to walk. So along with all the hippi type games, entertainment, vendors and food, there where many booths with pettitions for differant ‘save the earth’ type issues. We walked down the street (Diego and myself) reading issues presented by differant organizations, and signing on ones that stood out to us. Protection of BCs killer whales, Ancient forest alliance, and of course to stop the expansion of the highway, which was a very ridiculous trade route to west delta (that faces China). The treehugging advcates told us about the protests they do, climbing trees and standing in front of bulldozers.

Ok enough politics for now.

¬†The festival had everything. Salsa dancing, bongo drum music, arts, and crafts, indian food, potters, henna, dancing, gypsy clothes vendors, handmade soaps, jewelry, magicians… you gt the idea

I wore my red harem pants and got comments from everyone, asking where id bought them and how awesome they were.



potters playing with their clay

clothing vendor

There were so many cool things we saw as we wandered around eating our packed picnic lunch we had brought, unfortunately, (or mabey fortunatly) I had zero dollars to my name.

 After walking up and down the street several times we decided to sit on the corner of the sidewalk to rest and make somemore hemp braclets.I didnt realize it at the time, but we had to have looked awesome. Me in my harem pants, gypsy accesories and tribal looking facepaint and diego in his thai pants and Buddhst prayer beads chilling on the corner during a hippi festival making hemp braclets. We got quite a few pictures taken, from tourists and otherwise, afew curious people who would come to watch and ask if I would sell them. I brought out my fold out cardboard display of bracelets, (i made it out of a cheerio box, this thing is awesome) they would get all excited and look through. I charged $10 a braclet. And in about 15 minutes, i sold 3.

My Hemp braclets ūüôā


The neclace that Diego was working on got alot of attention too, and some potential buyers, but he wasent finnished yet. It was very cool he used a crab claw that we had found on Wreck beach.

Diegos crab claw neclace

I didnt realize how very possible it is to live off hemp bracelets alone…Police circle the festivals, so because you need a licence to sell on the street i just¬†quickly slid the display into my bag. Megan found us at this point so we started to wander again.We stopped to dance to some bongo music played by a guy named Kunda, a man with a funny hat and african accent.

Kunda(right) and the bongoers



There was a custom bike shop called velopalooza. They build very strange bikes and had some to try out. Due to the fact that i was not confident in my ability to ride a normal bike, all i could see was this ending with my face all over the pavement, i didnt ride. So diego tried.

funny little bike


We continued down the street. A group of Hare Krishnas danced by, chanting, brightly dressed, the man in front playing a horn and  behind him a woman with finger cymbols, and a man with a bongo drum. One handed us a flier that read:You are cordially invited to our Sunday Feast. Chanting, Dancing, & Philosophy followed by Vegetarian Feast. Every Sunday 5:30 to 8:30 p.m..Then it had the address, and the Maha-Mantra and such. I have no interest in converting to any religion, but i do take interest. Ill check it out one sunday i suppose.

 Sometimes I feel like Im on a big scavenger hunt living here. I go to an event, enjoy the event, then meet someone that informs me of the next location. From the naked bike ride Im told of the car- free festival, from the care free festival Im told of a hare krishna gathering and gay community picnic. The Wreck beachers always inform me of upcomming events. For the first time in my life I have something worth writting about each day. Literaly a new huge adventure everyday.

Diego and Megan

So from there we decided to go to Megans for dinner, we called to invite Nayeli, and Diego did most of the cooking. With a culinary degree he dosent really like sharing a kitchen. Megan fought him on it.
It was great food, plus its so awesome to just sit and have a group dinner, and chill to spend time with all your friends, in the middle of the craziness of a huge hectic city.
Our awesome food

We made veggie nachos, pasta with pesto, asparigus and potatoes in some form of white sauce, and homemade guacamole ūüôā Diego and Nayeli, being Mexican can both make some awesome Guacamole with a ton of lime juice.

they made handmade fresh squeezed lemonade to go with dinner too. ūüôā

So that ws my fabulous day and night ūüôā Goodbye untill tomarrow :*

Aftermath of the Vancouver riot…

I dont understand the logic behind last nights riot. “Our team lost, so lets destroy our own city?”

I went on a walk this morning at 5am, after not much sleep, to Grandvile St., Georgia, and Robson to see the damage.

Sadly, the first destroyed building i saw, was Chapters. The bookstore in which i spend at least 4 days a week.

Its a beautiful 4 story bookstore with two walls made entirely of windows, or it was…

Chapters Bookstore shattered windows

As it turns out books were not stolen, just taken from the store and burned in the streets.

For some reason, this made me more sad than the fact that 4 peolpe were stabbed at the riot. Thats my bookstore.

 Many windows had already been boarded off. It seems the coffie shops had it bad too. All of them. Buildings next to them would be unharmed, but the rioters beat the shit out of every Starbucks and Waves coffie house I passed. (and theres alot of them)

poor little Starbucks

Waves coffeehouse. Only frames were left

The windows were smashed, their open signs were torn to pieces, and tables and chairs were flipped and broken.

Videos from the riot were posted, people standing on overturned cars, burning cop cars, streets so packed the ambulences couldnt get through to get to the injured. Police from surrounding townships rushed in to help. Armed with shields and tear gas, they advanced, trying to push the mob out of downtown. The rioters only responded by punching and throwing shoes and beer bottles at them and engulfed their cars in flames.

The people of Vancouver woke up early today, (with the exceptions of the trash from last night) and came into the streets with brooms and garbage bags and started to clean up their city ūüôā

After my photos, i did the same.

I had heard from the people wandering the streets this morning that Sears and The Bay got hit really bad. So i set off to find them. Mabey i should be a journalist. haha

They where right. the Bay had already been boarded off on all sides. Every window was gone. The display windows that once held Burberry, coach, and Chanel had been completely cleared away.

As well as MAC makeup. The shelves were EMPTY.

SearsWhats left of MAC makeup

Many of the looters wore bandanas to cover their faces from the police, and many news cameras, or possibly because of the heavy smoke.

They jumped through windows with designer bags lined up their arms, clothes, Rolex Watches, some even carried out full maniquins, which they would rip the limbs off to beat in more windows, or each other with.
Chanel. There were purses here at one time

 Other stores to get looted really badly were Sterling, Yedina, Swimwear, the cellphone store, and American Apparel.

Everything was destroyed. The art school, skytrain station, Library, Bank, Bus stop shelters, Queen Elizabeth theater, all with spiderwebbed or nonexistant glass.

The street reeked of burnt rubber and vomit, which made since because everyone was drinking the night before. Garbage cans that had been set on fire the night before were reduced to piles of black plastic melted to the sidewalk.

Blood and vommit was still splattered across the sidewalks along with the inches of garbage that was scattered down the street.

I continued down Georgia street, in search of more distruction. There was a reporter at every corner. I stopped at a cross walk, and waited, for what felt like forever, for the little green light up walking man to appear, informing me of the time to cross the street, untill i realized that the crossing sign hung in peices from its pole….



So this is the last you will hear about the 2011 Vancouver riot from me. I am done with the subject, and honestly very tired of talking and hearing about it. I am not glad it happened, but i am glad i witnessed it. Thats it.

Here are more pictures i took today for your viewing pleasure.

They killed buff headless albino man













Today frightened me a little bit. I live near Robson St in the center of downtown, so i am very used to the sudden blast of air horns, car horns, and screaming after the win of a Vancouver Canucks hockey game. Everyone running out to their balconies and windows, pileing into the streets cheering, bumber to bumber traffic all blowing their horns. A game will end at 5ish and the partying in the streets (particularly Grandville) goes on until midnight. i didnt realize how many people lived in Vancouver untill they all pack into an entire street.

Watching the Stanley cup game on Robson street

But today, was the day of the Stanley Cup game. I couldnt even believe the amount of people packed in the streets all over downtown. Some were even sitting on the roofs of the plastic portable washrooms, denting the plastic. Some where clinging onto the lampposts, hanging over the heads of the rest of the crowd. Thousands of people i fought through.

Canucks fan with the stanley cup

So the match was Vancouver vs. Boston.

And now heres what scared me…..
Vancouver lost.
and in the middle of a crowd of thousands of hardcore Canucks fans is not the place to be when that happens.
There was a huge screen set up in the street to watch the game. Iwanted a photo of the entire crowded street, from the tvs point of view.
So i climbed on top of an 8ft metal newspaper stand parallel to the screen… right as the canucks lost the game.
the crowd, angry at the results of the game, began to throw glass beer bottles, water bottles, and fireworks, at the screen.
 The bottles exploaded as they flew through the air and smashed into it, shooting beer and shattered glass in every direction.
It started with just 10 or 20. then the entire pissed off crowd followed. Bombarding the tv with whatever was in their hands at the time. I was dodging glass and poorly aimed beer bottles on my climb off the stand. The crowed was now filled with smoke, from some jackass with fireworks, and not the pretty kind, the loud kind that stay low to the ground.
I then noticed someone attempt to throw a chair at the screen, underestimating his distance from it, it flew through the air and came down hard on the people in the front.
It was loud and everyone was yelling, or starting chants that said something along the lines of “Fuck Boston.”
I was kind of mesmorized by the absolute hecticness of it all. The hockey fans had started a riot.
Diego kept pulling me away from the street dodging flying objects in the process. The entire way home was just as insane. People would just start punching random people as the walked by. Fist fights started, everywhere.
We walked home quickly as we could go through a huge crowd, trying not to bump anyone, the tiniest thing could set off a fight in an angry mob.
This is the picture i took from my position next to the screen (which is in the blue gate to the right)
Tons of people

There was one guy on the side of the road, with a huge homemade  plastic stanley cup, he threw it at a random passing car, it shattered, and the driver pulled over. Another fight.

The blast of cop cars and ambulances filled downtown.
Random things started to be set on fire, this was just the begining of what would become a horrible full blown riot.
We made it home alive.
As i write this now, it is midnight.
I just got back from a convenient store down the street.
Theyre still at it. although, not thousands anymore,…
The windows of Sears are smashed, as well as many other shops down Robson st. They were all robbed.
I counted 6 burned cars.
Garbage cans were on fire
The hospitals are full
The usually beautiful streets are filled with layers of garbage.
It smelled like smoke.
Ive never seen something in real life as close to a setting of a Godzilla movie as downtown right now.
 Really Vancouver? Its just hockey.

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