Memories of YVR

March 16, 2008... Spent a few days in Vancouver last week.

Met a reluctant Vancouverite at a conference. She's only there, she said, because her school's there. This place has no grit, she said.

Across the street and down the block from where I stayed, the Clifton Hotel offers daily and weekly rates and shares space with a porn shop and a pawn shop.

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There's no art in Vancouver, the reluctant Vancouverite said.

Stumbled across this great improv(is)ed installation near Stanley Park on a Sunday afternoon. When I passed by again, Winnie and his hunny pot were gone.

There's a furniture store called Kilback in Vancouver.

Furniture sales is odd career choice for a person with the name Kilback to make, but chiropractic would've been odder, I suppose.

There are a lot of young people in Vancouver. They are seeking shelter from the rain in Slickity Jim's and Habit and listening to dark stuff like Wire Train (1983), East River Pipe (1993) and Zero 7 (2001).

I am sitting in my apartment and listening to Elliott Smith (1997).

A clean towel is in the closet.

East River Pipe - Silhouette Town

Elliott Smith - Pictures of Me

Wire Train - Chamber of Hellos

Zero 7 - Destiny

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