East VS West

1 07 2011

One 3am wake up call, two plane rides, and 8 hours of travel time.  It was all worth it just to have 40 hours on the Westcoast and spend 8 hours with a friendly face.  Sometimes you just need to get a sense of ‘home’.  Whether that means the moderate temperatures of the Pacific Northwest, the view of snow capped mountaintops and evergreens, chewy ginger molasses cookies, or calling a friend up as soon as you land and say, ‘I didn’t think about it until just now but do you want to come visit this weekend?’ and to be that close to home that it’s actually a possibility.

I forced my way to Seattle this weekend to help set up one of our programs that participated in Seattle’s PrideFest on Sunday.  It didn’t matter that I, in a sense, volunteered to work this weekend, that it would mean having 12 hours of sleep in a three day period, or that I would fly in on Saturday and turn around to fly back to the east coast first thing Monday morning.  Just being on the Westcoast is a vacation.  A vacation from the East Coast and the work that just won’t stop.  The difference between the Westcoast and the Eastcoast has never been more clear.







GO Canucks GO

1 06 2011

Even in the USA I found me some CBC.  I’M READY FOR THE GAME!!!





Making Every Day a Different Day

22 05 2011

I just watched a movie that had a line in it that said, ‘never live the same day twice’.  You wouldn’t think that you’d get a little nugget of inspiration from a chick flick (that didn’t do very well in the theatre), but there’s definitely a good message in there.  The opportunity to switch things up is always in the air, you just have to be ready and willing to take it on.

Once in a while you have a day that just seems to come out of nowhere.  When you woke up in the morning, you had no plans, or maybe you had a lot of plans, but the way the day went, turned out to be completely different than what you expected.

I’m talking about those days when things just happen.  For whatever reason the positive momentum builds up and one activity turns into another.   And when you’re tucked in bed that night, you fall asleep with a smile on your face because when you woke up that morning, in the same bed with the same pillow tucked up under your head and the same blankets scrunched down around your waist, you had no idea what was in store for you that day.

Like waking up in the morning knowing that you have a formal dinner party to go to and the whole day is set for preparations for the evening…..but you and your friends rummage in the fridge and turn a few eggs and some smoked salmon into a West Coast masterpiece good enough for any downtown restaurant.

And then, as you continue with the preparations of the day, what else do you do…..but go crabbing.

Once you arrive at the formal dinner, you get to smile, knowing that you’re probably the only person in the room who went crabbing before you got there.  And, when you tell people what you did that morning, their response is, ‘don’t you guys ever slow down?’  I take that as a compliment.

And when you wake up the next morning,  knowing it’s a dreary rainy day, and you have a couple hour drive across the border and an evening flight ahead of you, what do you do to compete with the previous day?

Head to Granville Island for a fun photo shoot and spend way too long cooing at a group of goslings.

And then you pose the goslings for a photoshoot…

It is extremely satisfying to know that you took advantage of a day, sunny, rainy or otherwise, and you found something unexpectedly cool to do.  And….to grab a lyric from current pop culture, ‘everybody dies, but not everybody lives’.  





Chinese Flavours

22 05 2011

Only at a Chinese banquet would you partake in:

*  Roast suckling pig and sliced jellyfish

*  Deep fried crab claw wrapped in minced prawn (my favourite)

*  Shark fin and crab meat in fish maw soup

*  Sliced abalone braised with chinese mushroom in oyster sauce

And that was only half of the dishes that we tried at my sister’s Chinese wedding banquet.  These flavours are not for the unadventurous palette, the vegetarian palette, or anyone allergic to shellfish.  But, it is sooo tasty!  Yum!

I have no photos of the food, except for a photo of the head of the rock cod that was placed at the table for guests to fight over the delicacies of the fish cheeks…but it’s not a pretty sight so I’ve made the executive decision not to post that photo.

I do have photos of the cake though.  Which should not be overlooked as it was a White sponge cake with fresh cream and mango, coconut and pineapple mousse.





Hollywood vs Runyon Canyon

10 05 2011

‘Keep your eyes peeled for celebrities!  You recognize faces better than I do’.  

These were words straight out of my mouth as we started our Sunday morning activity:  hiking around Runyon Canyon.  Just steps away from Hollywood Blvd, the tourist magazines tell me that this is where the stars really hang out.  And if I believe all of the celebrity gossip magazines and the reality TV shows that show the canyon when stars are trying to get back into shape, this must be true.

They definitely don’t hang out at Hollywood & Highland, where we spent the greater part of the week.  If you want to see Elvis, Marilyn Monroe and Michael Jackson impersonators, or grown men dressed like Spiderman and Captain America bickering over a dollar and asking families to give them more money since there’s two of them and they don’t know how to make change, or Darth Vader walking around without his helmet, or even a woman dressed in a bright pink ballgown who we think is trying to be a Disney Princess but we don’t know from which story (we later decided she was trying to be Barbie)……then Hollywood & Highland is the place to be.

What started out as a thinly veiled excuse to do some celebrity scoping, turned out to be a pretty cool workout.  We opted to climb up the steep incline at the start.  Good thing there were some nice views at the top as a reward.

Did you see any celebrities?’  I had to ask, because in the end all of my focus was spent watching my feet and making sure I didn’t fall….and taking in the panoramic views of course.





Follow the Leader

4 05 2011

As luck would have it, we happened upon a perfect Spring Sunday in New York City.  After torrential downpour, whipping winds, rumbling thunder and lightning flashes on Saturday, we woke up on Sunday morning to sunny skies, and, although a bit breezy, nothing a lightweight jacket and scarf couldn’t handle.

We stumbled upon the new High Line green space park in the Meatpacking District and the local New Yorker of the group proudly led the way.  Up the staircase (20 steps we would find out) and then up the second set of steps (15), and then the third (15).  After 50 steps I wouldn’t take another step.  We are going the wrong way!  ‘No, no’, said our local tour guide, ‘this has got to be the way’.  She was so proud of her navigational abilities….that is until another 30 steps and she landed herself at the top of the staircase smack dab into a locked door.  Then, like the pied piper that she was, she led everyone (including quite a few European tourists) back down the stairs.  I met up with them once they reached 50 steps from street level, since that is where I stopped following behind.

We did finally make our way to the park (only 20 steps in total), which uses old railroad rails and stakes as part of its landscaping, where there’s a designated spot to watch the busy traffic and where I found some very cool art postcards of scenes from New York, taken with a cheap, old, film camera.  Looking through the stacks of postcards it really made me appreciate an artist’s eye, which can take trash on the side of the road and turn it into something so intriguing that I was compelled to send it in every which way to friends and family (you know who you are).

I spent the afternoon with our resident tour guide wandering around Chelsea Market, shopping at sample sales in the Meatpacking District, and snacking at local Italian eateries before we all joined together to end our day in Tribeca, at our good old standard, Wolfgang’s.  It was the epitome of a leisurely Sunday in Manhattan.

Cheers to sunny sunday’s, good friends and taking the time to enjoy both.  







Spring…Where Art Thou?

19 04 2011

Just when you think that spring has turned the corner, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming (with pollen in the air) and it’s time to dust off those flip flops….

You start driving towards Detroit and you hit snow….and winter.  Aren’t we done with that yet?? It’s time to head South, or West, or anywhere other than the MidWest!!





On the Road Again

5 04 2011

Part of the job of traveling so much is to really take advantage of the travel and to pay attention to the surroundings.  There’s nothing worse than saying that you spent the last couple days, weeks, months, years traveling and you didn’t really see that much.  There’s ALWAYS something to see.  Whether it’s a woman coming out of the bushes and trolling for cigarettes at a truck stop (and then fading back into the bushes) or snow covered mountains within 20 minutes of the desert floor.  I admit that even the sight of some puffy white clouds amidst a vibrant blue sky in the driver side mirror has caught my attention.

Here are a couple of photos of things I came across from Las Vegas to Atlanta.

Most notable is the Cadillac Ranch or Cadillac Graveyard that you can see driving through Amarillo, TX.  It’s a public art installation from 1974 of 10 Cadillacs buried nose first into the ground.





Capturing Those Last Moments

25 03 2011

Had a wonderful time so thank you Vancouver for welcoming me back home and giving me at least 3 sunny days!

Cambie & Hastings:

Local pub on Cambie Street:

Gastown at Night:

Lions Gate Bridge:

House on Stilts at Coal Harbour:

Vancouver Convention Centre:

The Seawall:

Friends:

Spending my last moments in Vancouver eating poutine and ketchup chips and sipping on some Canada Dry.  How Canadian!  The only thing I didn’t have a chance to do is play ‘Rrrooll up the rim to win’.





Tourist? Excuse Me?

25 03 2011

Someone called me a tourist.  In Vancouver.

I admit, I was dressed to spend a day walking along the Seawall and I did have my camera out.  But tourist? There was no fanny pack around my waist, I had on the Vancouver uniform of yoga pants and a puffy vest.  Besides, the mix of locals and tourists that take advantage of the seawall on foot, on bike, on rollerblades, taking photographs and being amazed at the scenery, is so interchangeable.  Everyone, local or tourist, takes time to discover, or rediscover, the area, especially on a sunny day.

I ended up on the same path of a couple of amateur photographers, and it’s so interesting to see what everyone focuses on for their photos.  One woman loved cherry blossoms and boats and another guy couldn’t pass up a good photo of a seagull.  So, I thought, Sure, I’ll take a photo of your seagull as well.  Why not?

Which led me to a little bit of a bird kick.  I spent waaay too long trying to get this crane to do something interesting.

And then a crow freaked me out by flying at me when I was very zoomed in to get a photo with it eating a fish.

And on that note, I leave you with a couple of photos to get your mind off of that crazy looking crow.

As I finished up my 15 km walk, I took in the image that was in front of me, the sun was shining, people were sitting on the beach eating ice cream, there were kayakers in the water, a sailboat was skimming the water at English Bay, and I thought to myself, ‘there is NO way that people are doing this right now on the east coast.’