by Sean Orr | Human Storage: Non-profit to house women in shipping containers in Downtown Eastside. Oh relax. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Actually, it’s way better than it sounds.

As bad it sounds: Withhold teachers’ pay until report cards are written. What kind of childish, petty, pseudo-hardline pragmatist nonsense is this?

Worth reading: Worth Saving: Changing the Economics of Rental Housing. Wherein policy bro totes agrees with my idea of a rental land reserve.

Meanwhile, let’s build a 28-hectare destination shopping centre in the suburbs! Richmond to be transformed by wave of developments, says mayor. It’s close to transit and gambling. Everybody wins.

Zombie condo: A look at the revived luxury condo project on West Georgia. It’s alive! Twisting and writhing from the ashes of the so-called debt crisis! Laughing at it. Spitting on it.

The Sun sucks at math:

It’s not entirely fair, then, to posit the image of oil-soaked beaches around Stanley Park as a consequence of the pipeline expansion, when we already tolerate that risk with existing shipments.

No, but certainly doubling or tripling the amount of tankers would double or triple the risk, right? I mean, the risk of sun cancer is already there, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to spend three times as much time at the beach, especially if said beach is covered in oil.

I guess this is something: Marc Emery’s U.S. prosecutor urges pot legalization. Weird. Every time I see the name Marc Emery I immediately begin to lose interest.

Job within a job: RCMP to train 100 B.C. officers to investigate sex harassment within force. So what if out of those 100 officers there’s a sexual harassment complaint and they have to hire a different team of investigators? Would it become an inwards turning Fibonacci-like vortex that eventually collapses in on itself, or is that just wishful thinking?

News1130: A show of Canucks support that lasts forever. Wow. News.

The Tyee: Fake Bieber in Canada accused of forcing NJ girl, 12, to perform sex acts. First come the Fake Biebers, then the legions of cloned Kardashians; reeking of raw cookie dough perfume, clenching LV bags yapping into smart phones while ordering their lattes, dripping fake tanner on your tablecloth as they order another Grey Goose and soda. Oh wait! That already happened. It’s called Yaletown.