by Sean Orr | A week ago I would have made some hilarious joke about this article – Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh: only love can save us from climate change – but now I’m in love and it makes so much sense. And yet the Vancouver Sun headline writers just makes it so hard not to laugh: Editorial: Coal mine has benefit for Canada regardless of imported workers. No mention at all of the imported workers from China who died building our railway? Ha ha ha.
And the laughter continues — Stephen Hume: The nightmare on my street — compact fluorescent bulbs. “A person working for the minimum wage would have to work half a day to replace one light bulb. How realistic is that?” Aww, how adorable. I’m really glad you care about people making minimum wage, but you really shouldn’t concern yourself. We don’t have massive homes to worry about anyway.
So much for Free Trade: What should B.C. do to stem the tide of shopping dollars south of the border?. Toll Highway 99. Give massive subsidies to agribusinesses. Appeal to these traitors’ nationalism by writing jingoistic editorials condemning shopping in ‘Merica.
Political ad demonstrates that Adrian Dix is no dour Stalinist. Also, he’s not a witch.
If you like your opinion pieces with tons of bold and underlined type, then I got something just for you! The Waldorf is the tip of the iceberg: new condos at BC Place, Rogers Arena kill False Creek entertainment district. Nevermind that The Waldorf and this so called “False Creek entertainment district” have absolutely nothing in common. I guess this is what happens when people think sporting events and concerts at GM Place constitute cultural programming. Sigh.
Exception to the rule: Evan Wansbrough – MLB FanCave 2013.
Poodle on a pole perplexes Main Street resident. Sometimes I love Vancouver so much that it hurts.
…its angled orientation, long thin blocks, wide 33ft (10m) lanes, and chain – 66 ft (20m) – subdivision and street widths almost exactly match what has developed as the West End. D.L. 541 was set aside as a government town reserve and later given to the CPR as incentive to move their Trans Canada rail terminus to the new city in 1886.
And therein lies the most important piece of Vancouver’s history: real estate speculation. They gave the CPR, already prolific city builders, the entire West End! Enter Hotel Vancouver, an opera house, a fancy rail station and presto-chango, you have New Liverpool. Imagine when the people of Strathcona, the well-to do and the hoi polloi alike, had to trek into the forests of the West End to get their mail? Imagine when City Hall just up and left? Then the banks? Then the streetcar? I mean, what did you think you would get? So if you blame gentrification on fancy restaurants one more fucking time I am going to throw my dish-washing apron on the ground and make a really pouty face. Because nobody puts baby in the corner.