So I moved to Vancouver. And that was awesome, just kind of being here in general has been really great, but at first was a little expensive I’ve never lived in a city with all of my favorite stores before… Which combined with staying at a friend’s place who lives a block away from all of them. It was really easy to buy all of things. Green Lantern Statues, Record frames and more such things started to pile up. Luckily I have saved up a good amount and it wasn’t a big issue.
(The ones I recently bought are Sinestro [far left] and Hal Jordan Green Lantern [far right])
I also was introduced to Ikea…. Which felt like a maze and I honestly expected to find a minotaur around a few of the corners… but i found some awesome new furniture for my bedroom. Such as the bookcase in the picture above. Also a awesome bedside table.
Oh yeah, that is my new place. It’s right in east van where I want to be living and is really nice. Hardwood floors and the works. I’m living with my friend Riley and it’s been awesome.
And I got a job. I will go into detail a bit more in a another post, but I’m now a cook for cafe bica, near Granville Island.
It’s really great I’ve learned a lot more about cooking and food and I am getting paid decently for it. Not only does it cover my expenses, but it gives me a little extra to explore the city. Which is exactly what I wanted when I decided to move here. I’m sure there are much more adventure to come soon, but for now I’m just getting into the swing of being up early and getting used to vancouver.
I intend to be out & about with my camera this weekend so expect more pictures soon. For now I’m just using some from my instagram. Feel free to follow me for more pictures as I take them. my username is airrickd
much love to everyone.
So as you may or may not know I’ve moved to Vancouver after going to a personal workshop last week (which was amazing to say the least).
It’s amazing here. I love how green the city everything here is moving and growing whether it’s the people going about their routines or the nature on the side of the road it’s a very “living” city. Which was a little overwhelming at first, but thankfully Riley and Jenny (a new friend from the workshop I went to) have really made me feel welcome.
The last few days have been a mix of searching for a place to live come April, shopping and exploring. To be honest although I like this city more the people in Calgary seemed to be a little more friendly. That just means I’ll just have to search a little harder for the most awesome of people.
Tonight is magic the gathering night which makes me excited because I’ve never really played it before.
Also adventure time is fucking nuts.
I feel like there is at least two different kinds of family. I guess there could be a lot more than that, but for me there has really only been two. Sometimes one becomes the other and other becomes the first, but ultimately there they were always two different groups. First there’s the obvious, the family you don’t choose. Your Mother, your Father, your siblings etc. They are alway supposed to be there even though they aren’t for some people. You yell, scream and disagree at times, but you want them to succeed and chances are you know them, for better or worse, better than they may even know themselves. And then there’s the family you choose, your friends. They become your family momentarily or forever. Sometimes you date the shit out of them, sometimes your best friend dates the awkward sibling that you were sercertly into (this hasn’t happened in my chosen family yet). This chosen family is where you get a lot of strength from. It changes, comes and goes, or develops online in a guild and it’s awesome
I like it.
Anyways I’m blessed that I have an great versions of both. My mom is battling breast cancer, and this weekend we finally got some good news (my mom had lost a breast and some lymph nodes at that point) the second set of lymph nodes the doctors took were clear of cancer. I’ve never seen someone almost collapse because of relief and happiness, but I did when my mom heard the news on the phone. She used my dad to keep herself up and then proceeded to cheer around the room and dance. I loved it. She deserves all the health and good fortune in the world.
My mom kind of kicks ass.
Then I have a great extended family at The Art We Are. A local gallery and cafe in kamloops. The cafe is open till 11:00pm so really if I go down anytime after about 5:00 I’ll see someone I know.
We play a lot of boardgames. Catan gets intense, friendship are betrayed and people become monsters… but that’s a different post.
I should get to this weekend. We played everyone’s favourite game of martial arts tag, Ninja (see my previous vancouver post) late Saturday night, a game that has turned into a bit a national sport at The Art We Are, with challenges not taken lightly and matches that are taken a little too seriously. It started pretty uneventful with only a few silent grunts and disputes about hits. Until (my amazing friend) Kaycie destroyed my face with her hand. What happened was my hand was near my face when she swiped at it with viper like intensity it might my face instead of my hand. (Side note: While I was writing this I told one member of my Art We Are family that I dislike bright eyes… she immediately looked at me and said… Their lyrics are on my binder… Fuck). When the fountains of blood stopped she offered to buy me Pachos, so I was over my disfigurement pretty quick.
Sunday was another day with the same family… we spent the day taking family portraits for one of members whose leaving soon and going back to Australia in a week. That’s what I love about this family they do a lot to show each other they care. I don’t know if people do that enough. Anyways. I don’t know if Christina will see this, but if you go into The Art We Are in the next week make sure you hug her or something, she tears up easy and happy sad tears are okay sometimes.
I am also happy sad about leaving kamloops. I love all my families.
Another weekend like most. or not. This weekend was filled with metal shows, cycling, epic burgers and friends that weren’t into Ninja…
… and the saying “it’s for my blog” became a thing.
I met with my old college friend Glen. Apart from catching up and some sweaty Four Loko infused MarioKart championships the night was fairly slow paced, but it was really what I needed. I feel like games like Mariokart aren’t really about the races at all, for me it’s an excuse to get excited and talk about whatever. It fills the silences that naturally appear in conversation really well. Or the silences that don’t exist if your drinking Four Loko.
It felt nice to be around someone who really wanted to talk about video-games. There was really no pressure other than holding 1st place I guess.
Saturday was beautiful here. I pretty much cleaned up all morning. I have taken to calling chores “Blood Quests” which has proven to make the whole experience way more tolerable.
[TXT]: want to hang out?
[Me]: Nah man can’t this morning, I’m on a blood quest for clean clothes
[TXT]: … what?
After that I walked on a beach with a girl. That was nice. Girls are pretty neat. We didn’t get to hang out long though, I was supposed to check out a metal show at 4:00 in Vernon. Which I did.
The trip the to show was uneventful, although dinner at Red Robins before was a crit to my tastebuds. I’m now plagued by the face that I don’t remember the name of the chicken burger I had (it had pineapple on it?).
Then it turned into this.
And I felt full. But I ate the whole thing. With my face. And there was drool.
The conversation was definitely the best part of the meal though with a few quotes coming out of the night. Along the lines of “I think a napkin is a mustache’s best friend” “I think that an upper lip would be a Mustache’s best friend…” & “I’d make-out with you if there was little bits of ice cream and cookies in your mustache… It wouldn’t be sexual or anything, I just really like Ice Cream & Cookies…”. Which when said in ear shot of a sexy waitress you didn’t know was there, is a few lightyears past embarrassing…
If you don’t think that is as funny as I did. Blame the coffee. We drank a lot of coffee.
After a quick drive we got to the show and attempted to look cool outside the venue. I tried to make us more cool, but teaching everyone Ninja [See airrickthinks: 01], but I guess at a metal venue where everyone has more skulls on their apparel than Ice Crown. It’s not as cool as I think it is. I did manage to get one friend to play a few quick rounds though. Thanks Dave [it's for my blog].
Then Blue Steel Happened…
The doors opened around 8:00 and we went in, said Hi to our friends before they went to warm and watched the first few acts: An odd beatboxing folk trio (Don’t Shoot The Messenger) and We Are Kings (I think?). Which had their own appeal, but I was really there for And Goliath. Before they went on I got to see my friend Matt from Set4LYfe Apparel (which you should check out @ http://www.set4lyfe.com) whose’s now back in Kelowna and doing well. All around awesome guy.
Anyways, here’s a few pictures from And Goliath’s Set:
They played well. Aside from a few underaged kids make-outing beside their chaperone, the whole night was very successful. Good friends, good food, good conversation and good music. It was all I could have really asked for a Saturday night.
Lazy Sunday… Was Lazy. Kind of. I went for a bike ride out to westside. Max said he was going to come, but he has six week old kitten to take care of now. I guess getting a being of infinite cuteness is a acceptable excuse to bail. So I decided to make this a hip-hop journey comprising of Das Racist, Die Antwoord, Shad and Big Boi. Which made for oddly relaxing ride. I guess I enjoy pedaling to beats. Who knew.
Kamloops is still partly frozen. Which sucks because summer is great, but doesn’t because walking across Ice is awesome and makes me feel like a ice barbarian, which I can’t define how it would be different than a normal barbarian, but imagine the difference is actually pretty substantial. I guess.
Anyways, hope you had a great weekend as well.
Cycling may be the greatest activity I’ve ever engaged in, there something really freeing in pedaling as fast as you can listening to a great artist while trying to outrun the birds you scare as you vigorously pedal by. It’s as if nothing in the world can touch you. I love it. But by this point I assume you get that.
This Sunday I went for a ride by myself to my favourite beach. I’m really divided about what’s better riding alone or with someone. I love taking pictures of my friends smiling and really remembering how fun it was just to ride a bike for a while as a kid. After a ride it’s not uncommon to hear. I haven’t done that since I was little. I really miss it. I always end up somewhere neat at the end of a ride, and I guess it is nice to share that with someone, but It definitely sacrifices the feeling of freedom for a feeling of togetherness. Which I guess is just as important anyway. Riding alone is different experience, you’re totally in control of your own journey. You want coffee? awesome. Pancakes? even better. To stop and watch a baseball game? More power to you. It’s really an adventure without a goal. An adventure you’re completely in control of. Some people think on the toilet, I guess I think on my bicycle.
As I was saying, This Sunday I went for a ride alone. I always bring my camera with me either way. I’m into capturing momenta as they happens. While your riding a bike you only see things for a split second, then it’s on to the next so it’s nice to capture it for later. I also find myself inspired after a bike ride, so it can lead to some more creative shots.
This week it was off to the Airport Beach with a few unplanned stops at a thrift store and 7/11 for some coffee to sip on while I walk wonder aimlessly the beach. I won’t go into detail about the ride, but here’s some lights
1. New Thermos
2. Ripped Pants (Crotch)
3. Sand Doddles
4. Chill Vibes
I guess there’s one more thing.
Walking around a beach by yourself can give you a really neat feeling of loneliness. Like you’re alone, but your excited by the lack people and you start to let go a bit. Or atleast I did. I felt I want to leave a part of that feeling in the sand. So I drew a robot. Then I went home.
And played Warcraft. Sometimes great experiences only change you for a minute or two I guess.
If you don’t know what the Coquihalla is like in January, picture Luke on Hoth in The Empire Strikes Back, pretty much after they shut the blast doors everyone’s left for dead. Well, that’s not completely true, our van is tougher than any tauntaun. So, It was extremely snowy and driving over it is less than comforting, but it was a necessary evil for a great weekend and as my van slid towards walls of ice and snow at times all I could think was “never tell me the odds”.
It didn’t happen exactly like that. But it kind of did.
Although it very much could have but the van remained stable and we took it slow. First I dropped my roommate with her friends and met with Riley, Colin, Brian and Nick. After catching up a little we dove into the world’s greatest martial arts turn-based game of tag, Ninja. For those that haven’t played it, you’re missing out, the rules are simple…
- The players get in a circle and you pick a Dojo
- The Dojo counts down from three
- Everyone strikes a ninja pose (Palms open)
- The Dojo tries and strike another players hand with one fluid movement freezing in place after the attack
- When someone attacks you, you can attempt to dodge their attack but you must also freeze after dodging
- If someone attacks you and hits their hand against yours, your out
- The person to the Dojo’s left now gets a turn to attack anyone, and so on
- The last person standing wins.
This game will get you friends, or stared at, or both. And chances are you will break something, like a pot or a picture frame, or a bone in your face, which are just really just the trails becoming a ninja master, right?
[edit: Here's Philip DeFranco's Explanation]
After we were a little past giggly and rightly sore we swaggered down to The Perch, a local hotspot on the east side, where everyone was pretty trendy and seemed a little intimidating. Unfortunately, we were turned away due to it being over capacity, which was a shame. So it was off to Gas Town, once there we were unable to decide on one place, and ended up a really seedy Mexican themed club where our success on almost all fronts was unsuccessful. Expect playing ninja inside the club. That happened a lot, and was full of wonderful.
The rest of the night was filled with pizza, giggles and discussions of superpowers; the highlight of the evening was waiting for the bus. And it had everything to do with Ninja. We started with Nick, Riley, Brian and myself with Colin filming. Soon after the first Karate chop we had a few of the other people at the bus stop playing with us. Although they cheated it was nice to be outside at three AM, playing a game with strangers, laughing and meeting new people. Which is really the magic of the city to me, I like when people who are strangers become less strange.
The rest of the night really only made one thing obvious, a double bed is not made for three. Cuddle’d.
Saturday morning was rather slow in the kind right way, outside there was rain and inside there were friends, grilled cheese and videogames. It was the perfect storm of laziness. After everyone fell out of bed, we spent the rest of the day by the ocean and downtown, again, considering superpowers. Which is a much longer conversation then you may think. All in all Saturday taught me I love my friends.
Saturday afternoon I was off See Jordan Milner (Who I played with in a band a few years ago, link attached). I must say I really can’t tell you where Jordan lives, but I can tell you it’s hilarious, safe and really comfortable. It was amazing to talk to someone who you haven’t seen in years and be able to connect with them like you just saw each other yesterday. After an evening of wine, great food and a friend of a friends a birthday party, I learned a few things. Jordan is great, and so are most of his friends (although, a few are far more in to into the ideas of art rather than creating it). I will always love honest conversation, but sometimes when it stays too conceptual for too long it becomes ermmm… tedious… lets say to be polite. Anyways. It does become hard to tell someone that though when they make the best tasting salsa I’ve ever had ever.
After sleeping in the place-that-must-not-be-named, I said good-bye Jordan and met up again with Colin at Erin’s for breakfast (we had French toast, amazing) . I love her home. The living room was filled with wonderfully nerdy people playing a tabletop role-playing game surround by steam-punk decorations and displays. The whole place seemed to beautifully mix geek, hipster and art culture in a natural and harmonic way. After I finished admiring it we spent the rest of the day on commercial drive just walking, checking out bikes shops, bookstores and cafes. It was amazing how the whole neighborhood was so alive with people and music on a Sunday afternoon.
I want to be there so bad.
Anyways the trip back had an amazing playlist, and I’m exhausted, so I will talk to you next week.
Bon Iver – Bon Iver
Destroyer – Kaputt
Beruit – The Rip Tide
Baths – cerulean
Freelance Whales – Generator First Floor