A Victorian Christmas

I'm in Victoria for Christmas, along with much of the family... the most that have been in the same place for Christmas at one time since 1986 I think. We've added on the new converts from the other families for padding. I'm staying at the big Yellow with Rossini, thus avoiding the crowds. The young ones are currently madly keen on shrimping and crab fishing, and promise to produce a meal for us tomorrow, in time for the arrival of Jeb's new girl. The usual underpinning of tension is surfacing now that the Shawville grandparents have decamped. Too bad, as long as we kept the two matriarchs apart things were actually pretty calm. The furnace failed today, after it dipped to below 3 degrees — we are proceeding quickly through the meager wood pile.

News from Denmark

Denmark is such a civilized, peaceful country. This took place a couple of nights ago in Copenhagen. The protesters don't want to be evicted from a "youth centre" that was donated to them about twenty years ago. As usual, the radical left wing shows its wonderful grasp of political strategy.

Real Stories

These ones were pretty funny.

Giving winter a bad name

Today everyone remembered why they fled the east. Transit slow-downs doesn't begin to describe the situation at UBC. The line in the picture is about the first quarter of a much longer and more annoying one waiting for the bus. They're having trouble clearing the streets, and now the freezing rain/rain/slush have started in earnest. Woo hoo. Tomorrow is my last class though, so maybe I won't have to go outside after that.

Giving winter a good name

Winter got a good name today in my books. I went to see the Polish ambassador give a speech today, which I would characterise as "lacklustre." However, it was a nice gesture of his to come at all since it meant we got another catered lunch.

Who says it doesn't snow in Vancouver?

I got to miss my lone class today because of snow. Shades of white Juan? Not quite. But valuable anyway. Plus our pipes froze. The cold water to the shower froze, so I had to call in my long suffering landlord to blow-dry it. Other than that, still working away on CAP papers, which are getting longer and more rambling by the day. Tomorrow I'm off to get a business card holder engraved for our long-suffering director. We're presenting it to him at his dinner party next week. Speaking of which, we went to a film tonight and HH + the other weird new prof were there too (though seperately)! The one who did the lecture about money in song. Conclusion: Money is important to culture, but just how? meh... who knows. Now let's listen to some more Chamillionaire. I'm going to miss HH when he leaves. He's probably the best prof I've ever had... well, maybe not as good as Curran ;-) Curse those rich Danish head hunters.

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