Sam 🛸

Sean Orr has filed legal action against Vancouver Mayor Ken Sim for saying to media without evidence that Orr was dealing drugs on Christmas Day

This didn't happen. The perception that it did is largely based on fictional shows that were about rich people. Much more common was a household where one person (theoretically Dad in a het household) was the higher earner and paid the housing costs and the other paid utilities & food

new favourite no stress, barely any work dinner is baking chicken and rice together in the oven. It’s cheap, it’s simple, it only requires an oven at 350, 60mins, a baking dish, and some really well wrapped tinfoil (and seasonings obvi).

I think I’ve befriended crows in my neighborhood? I’ve been walking with peanuts (unsalted, shelled) to give them because it’s almost *that season* and today one literally followed me to my front door for peanuts.

I too remember the earlier, woke wars. tons of spent microaggression munitions strewn about everywhere, friends crying out for God as they were slowly cancelled...look, if you weren't there, you'll never understand

Anyway, I thought I put my oversharing on the internet days behind me, but I think it's important we talk about grief and all its complexities. I refuse to stop talking about feelings and emotions and empathy in a world refusing feeling.

But I've just gotten this feelings now that spring is starting to seep in that it's time, I'm choosing to believe is my ancestors' voices telling me that I'm ready to move through into a new my new phase of life: the one without my kokum.

In August it marked her one year since she passed and fully completed her journey to the ancestors. I put a lot of myself on hold during this time: I haven't really written, I haven't practiced our language, I've barely been able to look at the hole left in me.

Honestly, it's only recently I've been able to sit and listen to Elders from our community speak our dialect because it's so specific and every syllable, every sound, sounds like my kokum and it rends my heart apart.

Hindsight and all that, but I really wish I had spent more time learning our language from her. It was so hard, because of time and distance, then later the surfacing of deep trauma causing family rifts. I know the cadence and sounds of our language because of her, its familiar to me because of her.

On Friday's I take time to do PD/self lead learning and today I am focusing on practicing nehiyawewin and it hit me as I was listening to video of an Elder speak our language, I'll never hear my kokum absolutely screaming Cree into the phone talking to her brother. Grief hits in such visceral places

our plumbing is being turned off from 10am - 4pm today for sewer pipe replacement. pray 4 me.

nothing builds intimacy quicker than having IBS and a tiny one bed one bath apartment you share with your partner.

Who would of thought giant buildings holding monopolies of data would be a target 🥴

If I were a morally corrupt, capitalist shill mayor with no backbone or any strategic forethought or ability, you still couldn't have tortured this information out of me. Yet here we are, just giving out that information for free. SIR. Who are your comms people?

I didn't like Sim to begin with, so trust that my expectations were already in hell, but this is egregious. I'm legitimately shocked someone could be so asinine and dense.

Hey outside of the major ethics violation this is I think we should all be concerned that the mayor of Vancouver, uh, *checks notes* made a video(s) about a council member based on a photo that was waved at him during an event? But he can't remember the specific contents or style of the photo?

season 10 of Love is Blind is so volatile and toxic I feel like watching it is going to unleash a generational curse.

not to jab at other peoples’ joy or what ever but you guys sold out all the red bull in my neighborhood for your 5am sport time.

daily citalopram did not protect me from the MS Teams generic corporate meme stickers. woof.

I finally watched Bad Bunny’s halftime show and the girls weren’t exaggerating. 10/10 no notes. I cried.

take it from me, a girl who has a Phd in being fooled by golden retriever white farm boys with a silly little grin. This man would leave with the family farm and grandma's life savings while your mom plans your wedding.

*takes a deep breathe* I think Rob R is actually a deeply unnerving individual who knows how to manipulate with his looks and aloofness which ultimately makes him a great Traitor but also puts some pretty disturbing patterns on blast.

the next person who has some big fucking opinions about the tragedy in Tumbler Ridge needs to point it out on a map first before they start running their mouth.

Like last week I was puking and dying and now I’m congested and miserable. This is so rude. I literally barely leave my house during flu/RSV season because I keep getting pneumonia.

anyone else plagued with the combination stomach flu/sinus cold? it’s been absolutely ravaging coworkers (and me). last week it started with what I thought was the stomach flu and then I felt ok for a but then Myles got sick with upset stomach and a head cold. Now I’m sooo uncomfortably congested.

Take it from a bitch who moved 17 times before grade 7: people take for granted the lived and embedded community relationships you get from living in a place for your entire life and living in Vancouver for 16 years is the closest I've gotten to experiencing something close to that feeling.

Last thing in the nostalgia files: I just wish my life long best friend a happy 34th birthday and I can't believe we've been seen each other through 21 birthdays now.

The book is Pedagogy of Hope by Freire and the bookstore was Y's Books on Main & 27th (Vancouver, BC). I remember purchasing this book in 2011? 2012? when I lived on Sophia & 21st, in my first apartment. A little mouse infested basement suite just around the corner from a very lovely sushi spot.

I opened a book I bought 14 years ago at a little bookstore on Main St that doesn't exist anymore (I think it's a cellphone repair store now?) and it still had the store's bookmark nestled between the pages. Anyway it made me nostalgic and I hope bookstores never stop giving away a little bookmark.