1. Interlink Conference 2011

    I’m so excited to finally have all of my ducks in a row so I can tell everyone (because you’re all so interested in my going’s on) that I’ve been given the opportunity* to attend the Interlink Conference this summer. I arrive in Vancouver on June 1st and although my accommodations are still up in the air (anyone have a couch?!) I’m beyond stoked to get to sit in a room with a bunch of other creative people and (excuse me while I have a nerd-gasm) hear from some of the industry people I look up to like Frank and Elliot and Sarah.

    Email me if you’re going too! Let’s meet up in Vancouver and grab lunch. I know a great burrito place!

    *This would not be possible if it wasn’t for my great, supportive employer, so a huge thanks to them!

     
  2. I have a lot to do today, but for some reason all I can think about is getting a tattoo. I’ve spent the morning looking at flash designs. I want something small and cheap that symbolizes my time in Vancouver. I love this one! I’m thinking an umbrella is appropriate and when this idea first popped in my head I thought “a rose!” for no real reason. I love the traditional tattoo aesthetic - especially if I’m getting something off the shop wall. 
What do you guys think? I don’t know if I’d get this exact one (mostly because it’s someone else’s art), but something along these lines - it’d be black and gray (I’m afraid of colour) and maybe I’ll just do the rose? 
Oh, Also: Anyone know of any good shops in Van that do walk-ins?
Update: Decided on just the rose, found a shop, made an appointment for 7:00 tonight!! 

    I have a lot to do today, but for some reason all I can think about is getting a tattoo. I’ve spent the morning looking at flash designs. I want something small and cheap that symbolizes my time in Vancouver. I love this one! I’m thinking an umbrella is appropriate and when this idea first popped in my head I thought “a rose!” for no real reason. I love the traditional tattoo aesthetic - especially if I’m getting something off the shop wall. 

    What do you guys think? I don’t know if I’d get this exact one (mostly because it’s someone else’s art), but something along these lines - it’d be black and gray (I’m afraid of colour) and maybe I’ll just do the rose? 

    Oh, Also: Anyone know of any good shops in Van that do walk-ins?

    Update: Decided on just the rose, found a shop, made an appointment for 7:00 tonight!! 

     
  3. Switcheroo – Photos of Couples Swapping Places
I once witnessed the guy in this photo tell an audience about one of his sexual encounters involving human feces. That aside, these photos are great. 
(Via cameronr)

    Switcheroo – Photos of Couples Swapping Places

    I once witnessed the guy in this photo tell an audience about one of his sexual encounters involving human feces. That aside, these photos are great. 

    (Via cameronr)

     
  4. plays: 53

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    TL;DR

    I must say, this post would have been drastically different had I written it two weeks ago. I wish I had documented how I felt at that time so I could use some of the angst now to let you in on my life as it stands. If you had told me in June that I’d be in this exact position (sitting in my bed contemplating going back for the rest of the KD with no plans on a Friday night in “the best place in the world”) I’d have probably never come to Vancouver at all. 

    Jill and I got in a car (Not just any car. Ruby. She’s a special car.) and drove. And laughed. And saw stuff. And drove. And then we got here and the reality of the situation was painfully clear; I found myself in a city where things are expensive (so expensive!) with no job and three friends. Not to say I was set up to fail, but I certainly had to overcome a lot of homesickness. Believe me when I say: I have cried so much in the last two months I actually got to the point where I was tired of feeling that way but had no idea how to fix it. I hardly ever turned down offers to do things and meet people, which quickly drained my bank account of any savings I had (Ikea had a hand in that, too, to be fair). I met some really nice, accepting, cool people, but the times when I wasn’t with them I was stressed about money and wishing I was back home. Even still, summer flew by. I think it happened somewhere in between job hunts, hikes, beach days and walks up and down Main Street. I honestly can’t remember a season feeling so short. And then Jill left. 

    During the summer I tried to be as independent as possible and to not rely on mine and Jill’s established friendship for comfort, but It’s still a shock to the system when you embark on a journey with someone (even if it’s just a friend!) and then they decide to turn back. I felt … scared. Her leaving meant that I would have to move. I would have to find a new roommate and I’d have to do this. All. By. Myself. That’s not how I roll. Why did I separate myself from everyone I loved? What was my goal here? How am I going to achieve it? CAN I REALLY MAKE THIS HAPPEN? A lot of big questions were floating around in my head and I felt paralyzed by every single one of them. 

    And my job. I started working in a retail position with a company who seemed to run a tight, above-minimum-wage-paying ship. The ship was tight, alright. They don’t like my tattoos (“oh, by the way, you know those have to be covered, right?”), they don’t like how I dress (“you can’t wear pants, but that dress you’re wearing is much too short”). I don’t smile enough. I shouldn’t hold my arms like that. That was it. I went full speed into an emotional breakdown stress wall. It was time to figure out what the hell I was doing here. 

    Timing dictated that I had my apartment until the end of September. If I stayed in Vancouver, I’d have to find a place to live and a new roommate. I’d have to have money to somehow transport all of my things to my new place, yadda yadda. Also: MOVING. AGAIN. UGH. But I could probably make this happen if I wanted to! Right?! Fast forward to having found a friend to find a place with deciding it’s not the right time for her financially to move from her friend’s couch (so expensive here!). At this point I had had a two hour conversation with my mom about my reasons for moving here and why I was scared to call it quits on “Operation: Katie Goes To Vancouver for an Adventure”.

    Bottom line? I didn’t want it to be deemed a failure. I didn’t want to go home and reply to the inevitable question, “How was it?” with an “Eh.. I was homesick, jobless and broke most of the time…” My mom (because she’s … well, my mom) reminded me that anyone who didn’t think I was awesome for even trying this was a big ‘ol jerk. When she followed that up by saying, “your family supports you no matter what you do”, I knew I was going home. 

    Family, you guys. That’s what’s important. I mean, my career is important to me and so is exploring the country and the continent and the world, but without family (and friends) I just don’t feel right. I really don’t care if that makes me sound lame or weak. Being here has made me stronger and I have learned a lot about what makes me happy. I am 23 years old. My career will be fine. I’ll get to travel and maybe I’ll even move again if the right opportunity comes along. For now though, Halifax is where I want to be, so that’s where I’m going.

    Song: Tokyo Police Club - Gone

     
  5. I wouldn’t want to be the one who has to dust all of his collections. I hate dusting.

     
  6. by Stacey May Fowles

    Vancouver has the distinct pleasure of being the city that hosted my youth’s most essential, reckless decision. As life choices go, it’s not the worst one a girl in her early twenties can make — I misguidedly followed a boy across the country. (I’m quite sure now he didn’t really want to be followed, but was much too nice to say so.) He had been offered a job on the Left Coast, and after suffering through a long-distance relationship and multiple flights back and forth, I decided enough was enough. After four years in Montreal, clutching my mostly useless bachelor’s degree, I sold my belongings and boarded a plane to Vancouver because of love. I had no apartment, no job, and no plans — just a romantic notion of “going westward as into the future.”

    Take out “boys” and “love” and throw in “Adventure” and you’ve pretty much got my life right now. I commented on this. I never comment on articles.

     
  7. This had the ability - if only for a moment - to drown out my near-constant inner voice that has been saying screaming, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?!”

    This had the ability - if only for a moment - to drown out my near-constant inner voice that has been saying screaming, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?!”

     
  8. Tomorrow

    Is the first day at my new job. I’m nervous even though it is only four or five hours and mostly filled with paperwork. I hope they like me!

     
  9. Tonight I went to see Fruit Bats with Jordan. If you haven’t heard, they are of the folk rock genre (for the most part). Eric Johnson, the lead singer, is a band member of The Shins, if that helps you get the gist of their sound (although Fruit Bats are much more rock and roll and less … emo than The Shins). I really enjoyed discovering them through their live performance. It was pretty spectacular.

    Tonight I went to see Fruit Bats with Jordan. If you haven’t heard, they are of the folk rock genre (for the most part). Eric Johnson, the lead singer, is a band member of The Shins, if that helps you get the gist of their sound (although Fruit Bats are much more rock and roll and less … emo than The Shins). I really enjoyed discovering them through their live performance. It was pretty spectacular.

     
  10. Join the Club

    Tonight I took myself on a date to East is East for a yogurt Lassie and then to The Regional Assembly of Text for letter writing club. This store is too good for words and this event is FREE. They supply the paper, stamps, typewriters, and envelopes. There’s cookies and juice. It’s heaven for a paper junkie, really. I wrote two letters and released some stress by pounding away on my chosen machine’s sticky keys.

    Here are some photographs:

    My little trooper … No exclamation mark key, which I missed.

    A letter to Joanne and another sealed with kisses.

    Stamps!