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The Properties of Identity
behance.netA collection of [seemingly] random visual ideas produced over a period of a couple weeks in November of 2011.
Much of the creative content seen here, however, was pieced together from half-remembered dreams, edgeless shards and…
Hadouken!
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Opinion: Dear rest of Canada - please get your own hockey team
Don’t be mislead by the title of the article. The piece actually has very little to do with hockey. It speaks more about what Vancouver is and how it’s nothing like the rest of Canada than about our hockey team. While I’m not refined enough to know what the hell a Pinot Gris is, I couldn’t agree more with the author’s take on our city. When I look around, I see lots of yuppies, shallowness and expensiveness (those are some long nouns). But I also see a tremendous amount of beauty which nature has gifted us - the ocean, mountains, trees, rivers and lakes that are loved and envied by the rest of the world. At our local mountains I’m often left speechless. I’ve lived in many cities and I’ve never seen another embrace multiculturalism as much as this one [I’ve had my share of places that weren’t as progressive]. Unfortunately, the place is also loved and hated by its inhabitants for being such a beautiful as well as such a bloody expensive city to live in! The author’s amusing yet legitimate claim: Vancouver is like the prettiest girl in school. She’s the one who gets all the attention but is also the most high-maintenance. I love her anyway.
Snowboarding at Cypress Mountain. March 2011.
Treelines “Get Grown” - www.streamingcafe.net (by StreamingCafe)
I think of us when we’re older when I hear this.
I want.
“No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.”
-Jack Kerouac, “Lonesome Traveler”
It was my father who first got me into camping, hiking, and general backwoods awesomeness. I spent part of my childhood making tents, huts, and clubhouses out of whatever I could find. Sometimes they would inflate to full-blown villages, and all my siblings and cousins would help me pave the roads, cook the mud-food, collect the weed-grains and the sand-salt.
Much later in life I came upon an amazing show called “Survivorman”. I immediately became addicted to the adventures of Les Stroud as he trekked for weeks in foreign back country, a modern Indiana Jones as far as I was concerned. I was hungry for a backpacking experience of my own, and yet I didn’t even have experience in camping alone.
It wasn’t until last night that I finally decided, “Jack was right. This is something I have to do.”
Now that I’ve done it, I suppose I should sum up what it’s like:
When you’re out there alone, something changes in you. You accept everything as it is, and in the quiet dark of the night, your camp fire crackling as the coals dim to nothing, the sound of distant interstates intertwined with the call of the wild and the sighs of the trees dancing in the wind…that’s when you start finding yourself.
You come back with the assurance that you can survive.
-Stone
