Phasing into another dimension: days 466 — 470

In and out, up and down and sideways

Wednesday I was getting a little desperate for good pictures—still rainy, still grey, still too dark to really make the flowers pop, the ones that are left—but walking by St. Paul’s Hospital I spied some cool old fency bits, surrounded by luxuriant green shrubby bits. So into my phone they went! Not exactly what I planned, but that’s okay. It made for a change from all those frilly colourful blossoms.

On Thursday I went to an advance screening of Indian Horse—which I absolutely recommend, though it’s not an easy story to take in. It played at Tinseltown so I ambled down there, snapping a few pics along the way. Like this one, of a super shiny building at Seymour and Dunsmuir. Or a few shots taken from near Stadium-Chinatown station: looking east towards that cluster of towers near Main Street station (plus some lovely evening clouds); looking northish towards the Sun Tower amidst some super-gentrified buildings; looking west towards downtown. Funny story: my Taiji sifu (whose main job is as a graphic artist) found the deliberate symmetry in that last photo subtly irritating. And I get it; unless it’s one of those surprisingly popular perspective-y street photos, I don’t go for the central symmetry either. This one doesn’t have perspective, or great colours… Oh well, they can’t all be winners. It felt like a good idea at the time.

Friday, a super-sad picture symbolising the end of spring. That camelia tree on my street? Not so many flowers on it anymore. On the bright side, it means longer and warmer days, it means more green leaves, and fruit… what kind of fruit do camelia trees sprout? I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out. 10 years of living in this apartment and there are so many things I still don’t pay attention to.

And let’s be honest, I love this photo. The details on those flower bits, the rain beading on them… just exquisite. It was totally worth getting one knee wet.

The lesson I learned from this photo of a pillbug at Blue Mountain Park is: my fans really aren’t keen about closeup pictures of bugs. It got the fewest “likes” since I started extensively tagging my photos a month ago. Ehh, not that I really care, but it’s an interesting observation.

Sunday: again with the lack of inspiration. I played Competitive in the morning, then the weather was bad and I stayed in all afternoon, only emerging from my hole to play Intermediate. And guess what, I hadn’t taken a picture yet, it was too late to stop somewhere in Kits, so I resorted to shooting a willow tree near the gym. Which… looked all right I guess, but I decided this was just not kosher. Hadn’t I promised to take a selfie if I didn’t find anything better? This wasn’t the first time I cheated and just skated by on “ehh, this is better than nothing.” Nope, not again. So, walking back to my apt, I took a couple quick selfies. And then decided to post the blurry one, because it was way more interesting.

If comics are to be believed, going fast lets you slip into parallel universes and vibrate between atoms etc… What would going slow allow you to do? Maybe my atoms would drop to near absolute 0, so I’d become a superconductor or something. Something quantum, at least. Somebody should write a comic book about that.

But I really was tired, too. Competitive + Intermediate are hard enough, but I think I was paying off weeks or months of sleep debt. That’s what powering through the entirety of Drag Race will do to you if you don’t pace yourself! But I’m better now, especially after sleeping over 12 hours on Saturday.

Rainflower, sunflower: days 461 — 465

Sequins, bees and blue skies

No plot, no deep reflections, just a lot of flowers. Most of them in the rain, some of them in the sun.

Friday (Smithe just off Thurlow): The upside of rain, is the lovely beading effect. It’s almost like sequins! And the cherry trees were still in full bloom.

Saturday (Pacific near Burrard): Weren’t there a couple of big magnolia trees there, not that long ago? They’re gone now, replaced by one little tree—flowering! And so pretty! I didn’t even know the name of these trees until a couple of weeks ago, when a flower-loving friend filled me in.

Sunday (Point Grey Road): taking another detour on my way to volleyball, I figured the weather was too grey for nice beach shots, so I took a shot of some expensive Kits mansion. And a shot of the street itself, though I’m less happy about that since the flowers look kind of raggedy and (again) it feels too grey.

Monday (Canada Place): a lot of blossoms have fallen off the cherry trees here, but the bees are still busy. Or maybe just desperate. It seemed to me they didn’t spend any time at all in each flower, but then what do I know? Maybe this is normal speed for a worker bee. Or maybe the flowers are dry and empty of pollen + nectar. I really wish the light were better, or I had the nerve to get closer.

Tuesday (Law Courts): the sun came out! So I decided to go back to the Law Courts adjoining Robson Square. I’d already shot the magnolias there a few days before but now was the time to really explore it from different angles. The art gallery and skyline. The little elevated walkway along Hornby that I only vaguely knew was there until a short while ago. The streets with magnolias. Magnolias by themselves.

The next day it rained again. Bah. But that’s a story for another post…

Queen for a day: days 446 — 460

Practice makes better

I decided to start numbering my IG photos as well as my blog posts from the actual day 1: January 1st, 2017. This way we won’t reset every year, and I’m looking forward to day 500 (beginning of June, right?), day 1000 (end of 2019, I think), etc…

On day 446 (or day 81, according to the Old Calendar) I went in for a bit of practice before the big tournament that weekend. I knew my team was not very competitive, but I wanted any opportunity to get better. This year in VGVA I was bumped back down to Intermediate division after a year in Competitive—and I don’t like it. I get that there was a big influx of high-level players that pushed everybody down, but I want to be more than “at the cusp”. I know I can play in Competitive, and even hold my own decently in Advanced.

So I need to be more proactive. Dropping into higher divisions isn’t going to cut it if I don’t even get in half the time. Friday night at Britannia is good and shakes things up with a different mix of players, but the play level varies from week to week. What I need is to bone up on the fundamentals. I’ve signed up for a 6-week skills clinic at the Roundhouse starting at the end of May, and got a YouTube channel to look at, with lots of tutorials and matches to study.

Chop-chop. I hear evaluations are happen in June this year, instead of August. Makes sense for sorting out sponsors and jerseys and such before play starts, but it means I have less time to train.

Even though we figured we wouldn’t win any medals—or any matches, which really stings—my team did win something very special: our own VIP area thanks to the “Queen For A Day” video contest. We had comfy couches, snacks and energy drinks, a place to store our stuff, and the power to let only the coolest kids hang with us. So that was pretty sweet.

As predicted we didn’t get anywhere in playoffs but hey, there were lots of games to watch!. Lots and lots of games. Watching the big boys play is tons of fun, and definitely an inspiration. I want to tell myself I’ll be that good someday. And who knows? It might happen if I put in the work.

I also took pictures of flowers, because it’s that time of year. Even though the weather’s iffy, Mother Nature is showing off all over the place. Whether it’s pink, or green, or more pink, white, or pink and white together, or all the colours of the tea rainbow. With a nice little Easter Bunny-themed selfie, because why not?

Speaking of Mother Nature, I did visit for the first time this place called Bass Pro, in Tsawwassen Mills. It’s a… weird place, full of huntin’ and fishin’ and campin’, where everything is gendered. It’s a lifestyle that’s really alien to me, and it looks really freaking expensive. Though I guess if you’re regularly hunting for food, those big-ass freezers and duck blinds and things are worth it.