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Sooo I can’t help but have noticed a visually pleasing but still kind of depressing trend in women’s clothing — the above named short jacket and straight leg jeans combo a la every single style program to hit the cablewaves since, I dunno, when did this “What Not to Wear” thing start? Granted, the new uniform is a heap easier on the eyes than most people are dragging out of their pre-makeover wardrobes, but it’s so eye-pleasingly boring in it’s endless variations, I think it might be somehow worse. I don’t know…I kind of like seeing the scary funny things people crawl out of the house in. And I respect their right to have impeccably bad taste.  I guess at the end of it, it’s the homogeneity that depresses me.  I just get bummed out when I see people mindlessly mirroring these fierce fashion trends. Kitsilano was rife with it. I could walk down the beach and see a hundred copies of the same airbrushed look. Do these girls look at each other and realise that they are wearing identical clothes on identical bodies and are swishing around identical haircuts? I mean it. I don’t think they do. I guess we all dress to show our affiliation with our ideas, whatever they may be. In this case “my ideas are exactly like everyone else’s”. What then of the anti=hero? The lone wolf who sees the world his own way, on his own terms, with his dyed blue hair, studs in his ears, nose, elbows, and throat. Well, I guess he’s screaming too. But it’s a different kind of scream.

In summary, the straight leg jeans + jacket thing — it’s gotta go. Thank you.

So we’ve had a pretty incredible week.  We have somehow manifested a beautiful space out of thin air.  I don’t know what I love more — the fact that it happened, or that I’m no longer surprised at all.

You know, it’s really hard not to feel like Doogie Howser sitting here at my computer.  Cue music.

I am fascinated by the concept that all of the world’s problems are solvable.

At least in theory.

Isn’t it boggling to imagine what would happen if we all simultaneously just gave away what we didn’t need so no one person, city, or country went without? Theoretically, it is possible. What if all of those aid missions or what have you that are way too expensive to contemplate suddenly just happened? What if the money didn’t matter anymore, and we all just did what was right?

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Oh what a difference a few days makes.

In the space of a mere 36 hours, we went from being unemployed and homeless bums to bums-only, in nearly one fell swoop. After a killer interview (if I do say so myself), I was offered a job starting that same afternoon. On the strength of said job offer, my compadre and I descended on the local friendly bank and established some canuck bank details. Check. After receiving the totally astonishing news that I have a good credit rating (thank you, Canada Student Loans), we drummed up some convincing paperwork to submit to a rental agency.

Whilst I was on the first day of my job (very very weird to be starched and pressed and wearing shoes by 7.30am, let me tell you), my dear one sent off said paperwork and lo and behold, 3 hours later, we were given our dream flat.

Some words on manifesting: IT WORKS!

We are officially on the hunt… the search for the perfect nerve centre is now well underway. Having been politely asked to vacate our current premises so our hostess has all of the time/space she needs to get the most from her last weeks in the country (ie have a farewell-style nervous collapse), we are now up to our eyeballs with the task of finding both employment and a home base. Within the next 2 weeks. No problem!

So it has been a few days of pounding the pavement, and the keyboard, as we search the oh so popular craigslist for a suitable abode. Just spending the days around the Drive has been pretty affirming. A much more compatible vibe than here in plastic fantastic kitsilano. [ Hard to believe that this area used to be a hub of cool and general hippy-dom, given its current rarified air. You know you're in kits when the kids with the sidewalk lemonade stand are selling pure organic designer juice. cha-ching!$$ ]

So then, our house-hunting criteria to date: walking distance to the Drive and all its organic goodness, close proximity to transport, light & bright, in a quietish place with no major street noise, a garden/yard or some other access to green space, a view would be marvelous, and preferably on the cheap side of affordable, and preferably above ground. A resident animal of some sort would be lovely. Aaaand they have to be willing to accept not-quite employed but otherwise lovely us… Perhaps a tall order, but we’re hoping for the best.

Just another exercise in picturing what you want and creating it out of thin air.

No problem. We’re professionals.