time is gonna wipe us out

+ only one draft post from the past two months, mostly about boris johnston, who is kind of incredible. i do feel, still, that part of the 'lol boris' vote is akin to the 'golly, sam!' vote. sam lost the nomination today to peter ladner. it's great, because he was a shitty mayor.

i was genuinely happy to see sam sullivan win last time, over christy clark. i thought that he'd be the harder candidate in the fall, but that at least it made sense for him to run. christy clark was from port moody, wherever that is. they don't even have a skytrain, see. then sam won, and he turned out to be a boring, petty, really shitty mayor. i'm genuinely happy to see ladner win, mostly because i think he'll be better than sam. kinda like clinton rooting for dole to win the republican nomination in 1996. "if anything happens to my campaign," he said, "i'd rather have dole moving in here than any of those other guys. at least he could do the job." and this point was noted well by someone today - it doesn't matter that ladner and sam have had effectively equal voting records because the vote wasn't about his positions, but rather about his capacity to act in an executive role. ladner would be decidedly better, i think, and regardless of his voting record that makes me prefer him to sam. i'm glad we'll have a new mayor, either way.

+ everything's different now, and i'm reading a lot more. interestingly, i've adopted a new habit of keeping several books active at once. i've been trying to buy less books and to read more, so that i don;t keep piling up books that i have no time to read, but what if i miss a book? if the book i'm looking for was there and i walked past? no, they won't expire, it's ok, just difficult to decide on what to read next. i can easily pull out 15-20 books that i want to read next. that's in addition to the 5 books i have bookmarks in right now.

caroline adderson's a history of forgetting was really very good. the first 3rd was the strongest section, a strangely fascinating and debilitating
the resolution was worthy, nicely open after some awkward combinations through the middle. a wonderful book. it was especially refreshing to read after bring disappointed by eden robinson's blood sports, which was kinda gratuitous and obnoxious all together. both were set in vancouver, in places that i know. a history of forgetting felt natural, unforced, while blood sports was awkward and made me uncomfortable to know the streets so well.

i have three more bill gaston books waiting, too: midnight hockey, sex is red, and the cameraman. also three big intimidating books: sharon butala, the garden of eden; michael ondaatje, anil's ghost; and guy vanderhaeghe, the last crossing. scary books that i am saving for a camping trip or something special.