Triple feature: all three rides I managed to get out on during the rainy month of April. In the third I actually, finally, make it all the way out to UBC to, of all appropriately gothy things to do, attend a memorial.
n this episode: Two rides and a new opening sequence featuring time-lapse video from my first ride. The first ride in this video is a pre-Valentine's Day baseline run where I decide for a moment that maybe it a race. In the second video I try out the…
It started snowing a little before 4:00. I left work at UBC at 5:00 and walked to the diesel-bus loop. It was already a tragic shit-show. One articulated bus as stuck at one end of the loop. There were multiple "transit supervisor" vehicles, but no…
In this episode: I ride to Vancouver's butt-hole, literally. A 90-minute ride run at 415%. Who doesn't like a time-lapse? I get rained on. I discover there is still a farm on Sea Island and I survive the Bog of Eternal Stench. I also get rained on.
In this episode: This first not-freezing not raining day since Christmas so I head out to explore the Arbutus Greenway, which turns out to be unfinished and covered in packed snow, so I try a different way down to Fraser River Park, which is icy…
In this episode: A short ride on Christmas Eve, voiced on Ukrainian Christmas day wherein I ramble about my new camera, the closing of the local garden shop as a result of the housing crisis in Vancouver and point out the worst of the criminals…
In this episode: I take advantage of another break in winter rain to get a quick ride in. I had a hard time voicing this one. I babble about Christmas ornaments and why I am not going to decorate my tree this year.
Going by controversial Shannon Mews (the complex at 57th Ave where they moved the previously convenient Marpole post office to, see http://www.mbarrick.com/blog/160805/gothic-bc-49-going-dead-episode-3 ) this morning on the way to work I noticed they…
In this episode: Taking advantage of a break in the rain to do a baseline-run. Why you not only can, but should, judge people on their clothes. Why generation X (and Y) will all die alone. My stream of consciousness derails into a mud puddle. Send…
