Monday, November 30, 2020

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 Found in a dumpster. It's a cheaper 4130 Cromoly, but forged dropouts and an mostly 105 7spd downtube shiftered group with a Campagnolo thread on rear hub and a Shimano freewheel on it. I had to find a front wheel for it. The bars are too narrow, and the stem a bit short, and finding a replacement might be a bit of a challenge since it's all obsolete. 


But it rides like a dream. 

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Saturday, November 21, 2020

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 *see yesterday's post about running out of photographs in this city. 

20-11-18


 I know I've taken this photograph before. I may take it again? Probably. Sometimes in Vancouver it feels like I'm running out of things to take photographs of. Sometimes after doing this Daily Image for roughly 13 years it feels like I'm running out of photographs. 

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20-11-16


 I'm a terrible guitar player. And yet I still play guitar.

Sunday, November 15, 2020

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 Million dollar home in Vancouver. Maybe. 

20-11-14


 Renovation by fire. Well, maybe not in this case. The restaurant next door was apparently set on fire by a disgruntled ex-employee though the disgruntlement of the ex-employee was apparently justified. The restaurant owner was a bit of a dick. Just happens that this is the fifth or sixth fire on and around this block in the last 10 years and each time a fancy new condo goes up on the site. 

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20-11-12


 I've gotten pretty good at baking sourdough and there's just about nothing better than fresh sourdough with some old cheddar and a slice of tomato and some salt and pepper. 

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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

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 Henri's house. I have some pictures of this house to share one day. It's changing. A new family. It makes me happy that the house was saved. They are putting a lot of work into it. The green truck is the electrician there at some time after 5pm. But it's becoming a home. I like that. 

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 In 1996 I came to Vancouver and met my friend Chris Grimley who was attending UBC. He took me to Joe's for an Americano. It was my first real understanding of Italian coffee. In Italy they call it a "cafe longe"(don't believe my spelling) which is a an accurate description for a "long coffee" or a espresso with a bit of boiling water added to it. My understanding of the lore is that Americans would visit Italy and have a hard time drinking the strong espresso that Italians had grown to love so the Americans would ask for extra water to thin it out. So the Italians were making fun of the Americans by calling it an "American"; code for "watered down coffee for American tourists who can't handle real coffee." 


I make not claims to how legitimate that statement is. 


I drink Americanos. Mostly because I want to prolong the coffee drinking experience. I like a good espresso as well. When time doesn't permit, or I'm travelling abroad and trying to really appreciate the coffee I'm being served it's more likely to be an espresso. 


Many things in Vancouver change from day to day, week to week. When Joe's shuts down the city can burn. For all I care.

20-11-7


 Still life. In a mall. "Death of a Mall."

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 Autumn leaves on fire....

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

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It only took 8 years, but now that it gets dark shortly after lunch I've prepared my stairs with a set of lights that will prevent me from skidding out on slick wooden treads. A dimmer to follow, they are a tiny bit too bright. And one of those fancy timer light switches that knows the seasons and your latitude and will turn the lights on when the sun sets. The future is now, 8 years too late.
 

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Sunday, November 1, 2020

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 So many fireworks. So much noise. It sounded like war had set in on the coast. I have no problem with fireworks. But; fireworks....

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