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December 28th, 2003

03:02 pm - Vancouver Special

I am the only person on live journal with "Vancouver Special" as an interest, therefore I feel compelled to offer a lesson in this vernacular architecture. Most Vancouver Specials were built in the 1970's, which happened to be a period when I spent a lot of time in that particular city visiting my relatives. Each time my parents drove us into the city more and more of these big cookie-cutter houses had been spawned. I remember hearing that these houses were the designed to be the absolute maximum legal size you could put on a city lot - a factoid that was proved wrong in the late 80s / early 90s, the true era of Vancouver monster houses.

I found a website completely dedicated to Vancouver Specials http://www.vancouverspecial.com/ - obviously a conceptual art project, so I dig it in that sense too. If you click the "all" link it makes a lovely random pattern of tiny near-identical houses. I thought they were ugly and still do but they fill me with nostalgia for sunny days with nose pressed up against the glass of a faux wood-sided station wagon...


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November 22nd, 2003

11:13 pm - Ouch my aching feet...
So the only place on my body where I don't have enough fat is the bottom of my feet! This according to my foot doctor. When I'm standing all day, like today painting my apartment, and not wearing shoes, it's excruciating. On the "news" the other day I saw a woman getting fat injections into the soles of her feet - I don't think I could ever bring myself to go that far...

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November 19th, 2003

11:52 pm - Fourth Grade
When I was in fourth grade an older girl tried to blackmail me. I was excused from class to go to the bathroom and because it was an older school the bathrooms were located in a strangely isolated spot, down the stairs at the end of the hall by the exit. So there was no one around except me and this girl, I think her name was Melanie. When I came out of the stall she asked me my name and I told her what it was. She said, "Oh I heard some girls talking and they said they're going to beat you up. Yeah, they definitely said you're going to get it but if you meet me on the field at 3 o'clock tomorrow and give me 5 bucks then they won't beat you up." Now I was a shy eight (nine?) year old AND a sucker apparently, her delivery was very convincing, because I believed I was really fucked. There was no way I could get my hands on five bucks, I didn't even have an allowance at the time. Fortunately my best friend Brenda was a bit more street smart and knew Melanie was full of shit, I think she confronted her on the playground the next day, anyway the whole thing blew over and nobody beat me up (unless you count getting the Royal Bumps on my birthday, which was akin to a beating). I think of the blackmail episode as kind of cool in retrospect, maybe I learned a thing or two about lying from Melanie. For the rest of the school year I avoided playing intramural sports by simply denying that I was a "Cedar Girl" every time the sport nazis came around trying to round up enough bodies for a game. Getting away with it was exhilarating.

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