try as i might, i can not get a good opening line going for this article i’m supposed to be writing about the legal requirements of dfo employees aboard commercial fishing vessels….. i mean the regs are straightforward (someone else did the research on this), but i’m having trouble making it sound “newsy” rather than dead boring.
for some reason i am having a fretful day, not getting much done but making a lot of lists of things that have to get done – and they are long for work, union and personal stuff right now. i think all i need is a nap and everything will come back in perspective.
i have an appointment with my nd after work today though so it will be awhile before i make it back to my abode to resume with the march towards moving day which has been booked for the 25th of august. i am thinking drinks at the wise as some sort of east van farewell on the 20th or so. i will email folks the details if i get them figured out in time – but it’s not like i’m really going anywhere so it’s not essential to have a party – i would like to mark it in someway though because i don’t think i’m ever going to live here again.
with margot’s help i got stats set up on this blog today – so i can see how many people actually come to visit me on this site over time. i know people read it, i’m just curious how many – it’s a little vanity – i know.
bored – i need to get back to this article – i have to submit it tomorrow.
urgh – monday morning.
there was a woman working the stroll in front of my apartment building this morning, just by the bus stop which is a bit strange given that sex-trade workers in the neighbourhood don’t tend to work that far up from hastings at 7 in the morning. after midnight and before 5, yes – but once people start going to work, they tend to go back down to the other part of the neighbourhood.
she seemed out of it, weaving a bit as though intoxicated – and i wondered if she was simply not paying attention to the unspoken rules about the sex trade in the neighbourhood because of it.
the unspoken rules are those followed by the women working the street in order not to raise the ire of the pure-minded community folks – in order to be allowed to exist without too much police interference. they include things like keeping a low profile on commercial drive during daylight hours, and keeping sex acts themselves to the industrial zones that ring the neighbourhood. these are the games we play with each other in urban areas – games of rules and denial – so one group can pretend the other doesn’t exist and in that way we can give space on the margins.
after some hemming and hawing i decided to move my blog away from livejournal and over to resist.ca – so here it is – the first entry in my new blog!
although livejournal provides a good service, it doesn’t allow for statistics tracking nor does it handle dns properly which irritated me to no end. from now on, make sure you access this blog via http://red-cedar.ca as the livejournal blog will no longer be updated.
thanks thanks thanks to margot who came over last night, drank gin with me, and got this blog up and running on wordpress. she has moved over all my archives which is just swell – though you may find some odd formatting in some of the older articles – they are all here.
will be providing a more interesting update shortly.
i know the world isn’t ending tonight because the rain is falling hard upon the parched earth for the first time in months
here are some of the photos nathan took on our trip to manning park, the captions are from my journal entry yesterday:

there is no more compassionate touch than cool water
to soothe the ache of civilization from one’s heart