Michael R. Barrick's blog
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 actual supervision and a lot of chaos. I walked over to Bay 1a for the 480 and there were already enough people to fill an articulated bus waiting in line. I waited for a bit and watching what was going on with the other buses. A 43, a 49 and 41 went by, all stuffed past the red line.
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, muddy, and not so great. I also talk about the collapse of courtesy evidenced in the "free salt" debacle.
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 fuelling it, attempt to use a drive-through bank machine, discover a newly finished bike path to explore later, dodge dogs, do some more exploring, and talk about the very dark place I got to this past December (recovery is not linear.)
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.
In Classical times, being "one in a million" at something meant having about 170 peers in that field, spread out all over a world that took months or years to traverse such that the chances of directly interacting or competing with one was next to none. Even by the Renaissance, when "one in a million" meant about 500 peers, it remains remarkable that, for example Leonardo Da Vinci and Michelangelo interacted and had a direct rivalry.
No one noticed when I quit LinkedIn months ago. But everyone lost their minds Friday when I purged my Facebook account. No one seemed to notice that no one was unfriended from any other social media site I am active on... Pinterest, Instragram, G+, YouTube, Ello, etc. and no one was removed from any of the Facebook groups and pages where I am an admin. I still have the same e-mail addresses I've had for decades. I still have the same phone number I've had for 14 years, which, incidentally is listed and my name is not a secret.
#ineedfeminismbecause I have emotions. I should not be called "a 12-year old", "weak", "a fag" or "pathetic" whenever I have an emotional reaction that is not anger, and treated like a monster if I do get angry, even though I haven't actually struck anyone in anger since I was ten years old.