When it didn't make sense anymore.

Piles of kids in the street in front of the Cambie? Gin-fueled fury? Replacing one's soul with bourbon warmth? All those extra calories? F it all.

I'm only happy when I'm making stuff.

waves coffee 2007

waves coffee 2006.

today the girl next to me is describing how boring her new boyfriend is in bed.

pork cutlet

I am walking around downtown Vancouver late at night, because I thought staying here and absorbing aura would be good for something about me. I decide that I want a Japanese pork cutlet for dinner, then immediately turn a corner and see a storefront advertising Pork Cutlet for sale.

Ways to make Calgary look like a city/Update

1. Photograph plumes of steam exploding upward from the frigid downtown skyscrapers at sunset, from the north, when the low-angle sunlight splashes right back at the lens and creates the image of steaming shining icy spires.

2. Photograph giant and important-looking aircraft beginning takeoff roll while aimed at the lonely skyline and surrounded by snow-covered everything.

I did neither. Now I'm in wet and rainy Vancouver, the beautiful catch basin of Canadian failure and, occasionally, Rob Bellinger's American dreams.