woodcabin

+ i admit that i've been trying for months to compute life in a small town. i would love to live in lilooet. it's beautiful. there's one grocery. several pubs. an incredibly stark landscape. i don't know if i could live in a small town, but i am interested in trying it.

but to leave the city would feel like a retreat. the city is ground zero. for everything. 80% of canadians live in cities. i get giddy when i go downtown, because i live in vancouver. i LIVE here. the most liveable city in the world. i identify with it as my home. this is where i live. so much needs to be resolved here, in any city, and to leave, no matter how wonderfully appealing, feels like giving up. just abandoning what seems to be my generation's most urgent focus.

+ does riding a bicycle change anything? if it changes anything, anything at all, even my own awareness of simple changes in the grade of familliar streets, does it matter? it's a mode of local transportation that i really enjoy. maybe that's what matters. i was reading about thomas kinkade, painter of light, which threw me back into all sorts of philosophy of art, which is why, interestingly, i'm curious about my bicycle.

+ i did very little reading today. i spent most of the day feeling guilty about not having typed up minutes for my co-op before our board meeting this evening. then i realised that the quick way to get over it all was to just type up the minutes and send them out. so i did. i felt better.

+activities that i enjoy on a daily basis:

• making coffee. assembling my french press, grinding beans, plunging the grounds.
  
• drinking coffee. at home and elsewhere.
  
• doing dishes. if i can accomplish nothing else, i can do this. it is deeply satisfying and visceral.
  
• reading the newspaper. any newspaper. whenever i go to another town i buy a copy of the daily newspaper and track down any local weeklies.
  

+ here is a photo of the last canadian: