things to do in vancouver

Wednesday:

10 pm. The Mix-Up, Terence’s DJ night at Maxine’s Hideaway, the ex-whore-house at Davie and Bidwell.

Thursday:

9 pm I’m Afraid of Comedians, Dylan Rhymer’s comedy night at Slickity Jim’s Chat & Chew, and yes the kitchen will be open.

Friday:

7 pm. What Is It? Crispin Glover live at Pacific Cinematheque, presenting his short film and a slide show.

8 pm. Aimee Mann kicks off the Vancouver International Folk Fest.

Saturday:

10 am – midnight. Vancouver International Folk Fest, featuring That Mike at Stage Five, with Kobo Town and Dubblestandart, Eliza Gilkyson, and Béla Fleck.

11 am. Cloudscape comics, Jeff Ellis’ comic-collective, has a table at the Vancouver Art Gallery as part of KRAZY! The Delirious World Of Anime + Comics + Video Games + Art exhibition.

1 pm. Backyard Summer Music Festival, a free all day party at Jessica Mason-Paull’s Foxy House, 1535 East 4th. Bands: Mama Pulpa, La Comuna, Headwater, The Get Down, Shay Faded and The Heard, and our friends Jess Hill and Chelsea Johnson.

Sunday:

10 am – 2 am. Vancouver International Folk Fest, featuring That Mike, Jayme Stone and Mansa Sissoko, Jorane, and Michael Franti.

9 pm. Bury the Hatchet, a cancer benefit at the Jupiter Lounge for my friend Richard Lett, a stand-up comic, to pay for his chemotherapy. Performing: Kyle Jones, Alicia Tobin, Kevin Foxx (Comedy now and Host of The Kevin Foxx Show on CFRB), Erica Sigurdson (Comedy Now, Halifax Comedy Fest, Comedy Now), Dylan Rhymer (Comedy Now), and Lachlan Patterson (Comedy Central Live at Gotham, CTV Comedy Now, Just for Laughs, Halifax Comedy Fest, Video on Trial)

starving for change

The Urban Homestead: Your Guide to Self-sufficient Living in the Heart of the City.

Persistence. It’s important to try. The boxes have been melting away, leaving the clear bones of a more functional home behind, newly blue and shiny red, that will be nice to live in, once we’ve finished sculpting muscle from the remaining meaty mess. I still need to buy brackets for the glass shelves, chemicals to take the tacky glue off the big hall mirror, wall-paper glue and a smoothing brush, put up the shelves and the last mirror, drawer my clean clothes, arrange the hall closet, shelve the still-to-be-mailed packages, rinse the last two batches of the dusty dishes, sort the last pots and pans into under the sink, catalogue what’s being given away and post the list on-line, launder the dish towels, fold them away, organize the bathroom, disinfect the counters and sink, bathe the cats, inventory what’s left, (as I’m sure to miss something), schedule an optometrist appointment, sweep the hall, vacuum, all of which will likely take me until Friday, if I don’t get any help, then take a week off. Finally.

That Mike‘s going to be in town not this weekend, but next weekend, playing the Folk Fest as a featured artist, which will take a bit of the stress away. He might even be coming along to see Crispin Glover with us, (us being, so far, me, Duncan, David, and possibly Lung), which I expect will be oodles of fun. It won’t be until after he’s left that I’m going to tackle the wall-paper that’s going up in the living-room, a vogue knock-off pattern of black and gray flowers on white. I need some time where I’m not concentrating on cleaning, on tidying, on sorting and shelving and assimilation.

Hanging the wall-paper will be an entire day’s work, even if I move all the furniture and wash the wall the night before. I’m not looking forward to it just yet, though I know after a break I will again. The Folk Fest will be a perfect distraction. Already I’ve started figuring an itinerary, planning on who to see and when. Start Saturday with Mike at Stage Five, with Kobo Town and Dubblestandart, move on to Eliza Gilkyson at Stage Three, snack on a delicious picnic, spend some time at the super sekrit backstage hammock, wander, dance, find Mike’s next show, and end the night with the glorious Béla Fleck. Sunday, more of the same, except with Jayme Stone and Mansa Sissoko, Jorane, and my once acquaintance, (friend of Shane and Mike), Michael Franti, who let me stay on his couch once, back in the nineties.

Eeee! Paint me excited.

Pacific Cinémathèque presents Crispin Glover for three exclusive evenings, July 18-20.

Mr. Glover will be presenting Crispin Hellion Glover’s Big Slide Show, an hour-long audiovisual performance-presentation in which he narrates images from his story book series. Following will be his debut feature film, What Is It?, a mind-blowing, taboo-obliterating phantasmagoria and psychodrama which he describes as “the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are snails, salt, a pipe and how to get home, as tormented by an hubristic inner psyche.”

Each evening concludes with a Q&A and book signing.

TICKETS: $20 — Advance tickets are on sale now, but are only available on-line at www.cinematheque.bc.ca.

Tickets will also be sold at the door. Box Office opens at 6:30pm nightly. Annual $3 Pacific Cinémathèque membership required. Restricted to 18+. NO PASSES will be accepted for this event.

sixth severed foot found, (still no mention of the (possible) abandoned-car serial killer)

“Six Feet Under”
“Another Footloose”
“British Columbia Case gets stranger by the foot”
“Bizarre Canadian tale now six feet long”
“The Story’s a Foot”

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&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Oh heck, see what I did there? THEY’RE GETTING ME TOO.

birthday party reminder: this friday


Day 95: Happy Birthday to Me. Originally uploaded by SaylaMarz.

The amazing, astonishing, astounding, fantastic, fantastical, incredible, marvelous, miraculous, phenomenal, stupendous, unbelievable, wonderful, wondrous party…

Jhayne’s Fashionably Late Birthday is this Friday, the 13th!
at the Foxy House, 1531 east 4th ave

with special guest star, the talented and glorious Venus Soberanes, who will also be celebrating her birthday with us!


The party has been become significantly more organized since I first posted about it, and all to the better. We’ve added a special birthday guest, a magic show, a pirate band, and a beautiful sauna-inna-truck, (which sounds sketchy, but isn’t at all), with the possibility of a drag show and a belly-dancer.

The schedule is shaping up as follows:

6 pm to 9:00 pm: BBQ in the garden, yum! Bring food to make, food to share, and/or whatever else you want; wine, fruit, pudding, etc. Vegan/vegetarian friendly is an asset.

10:00 pm: Magic show. Yes, a magic show. Because we are awesome.

10:40 pm: Unconfirmed drag show.

11:15 pm: The Creaking Planks, a pirate shanty band full of accordion and wash-tub bass.

11 pm to 2-3 am: Sauna by donation, bring a towel!

11 pm to ?? am: Dancing. Kitchen party-osity.

Please come at any time, stay as long as you want, and BYO-whatever you like. Easy suggestions include: Instruments, ice-cream, jell-o, glitter, spray-on hair dye, sidewalk chalk, funny hats, spare change, chocolate, pudding, bubbles, cake, cookies, sock puppets, music, games, cheeses, fake mustaches, body-paint… Costumes are always welcome, towels are recommended.

HIVE2: you should go

HIVE2
www.buzzbuzzbuzz.ca

“11 local companies perform 11 separate pieces in continuous rotation. Brace yourself for a carnival side-show, a piece of toy drama, a post-modern slice of faux dinner theatre … or different combinations of all that and more. The audience’s experience is entirely self-directed, and there’s always a lounge for shouting and a central party space to buzz the night away.”

Single Tickets $25 in advance, $35 at the door.


A large, bee-centric room full of unexpected props – an upside down dollhouse on a post, a knotted rope hanging in a false spotlight, a cardboard honeycomb laid out on the floor, a bucket full of flags – and rows of tables facing a large stage. There is a bar on the right and a vast projection of text flashing over top images of the downtown east side to the left. Girls in angelic paper costumes walk past, followed by a prison guard in army fatigues shouting to get out of the way of two blindfolded prisoners led on a rope. Commissioned by the Magnetic North Theatre Festival and created by eleven of Vancouver’s most interesting theater companies, welcome to the delicious chaos that is HIVE2, the dramatic sequel to last year’s super sold-out HIVE.

Armed only with an orange slip of paper, a list of dubious instructions like Stand In The Honeycomb, Find The Christmas Tree, and Fill Out An Application Form at the Desk, the game is to see how many performances can be seen in a night. (There’s even a dedication rating scale on the back of the instruction sheet). The space is divided into two basic areas, the social room themed with bees, and the vast, confusing, enchanting, and very non-linear performance stages on the Other Side Of The Door. To get to one from the other, simply follow instructions and wait for a guide. Every odd, quirky instruction is connected to a different show. Every odd, quirky show is a completely different experience.

Last night David and I, (having been recruited as volunteers for opening night by Felix Culpa’s David Bloom), managed to see seven of the eleven shows in the hour and fourty minutes before our bar shift, (possibly breaking some sort of record).

Here are my two-second, no spoiler reviews: Felix Culpa trapped us in a sweet, lyrical world of creation and cardboard; Theater Replacement made us wait at a Christmas Tree, mocked how we think of internet comments, and gave us jelly-beans; Electric Company, (David’s favourite), righteously play-ed with dada, french doors, and incredible lines of perspective; Radix put us in an assembly line, (where I stole an orange. My tip? Make sure you’re first into the room); Boca Del Lupo was ambient, relaxing, and not a little scary; and Leaky Heaven Circus made us take off our shoes so as to not damage the mirrors that played with our heads.

“Warning: Smoke, nudity, foul language and gunshots are all within the realm of possibility… Or none of the above.”

Which leaves neworldtheatre, The Only Animal, Rumble Productions, Theatre Conspiracy and Victoria’s Theatre SKAM, all of which look interesting. neworldtheatre reputedly gives out cookies, The Only Animal show, (possibly with visuals by freaking Jamie Griffiths!), has an audience size of only one, awarding them the most intriguing, followed closely by Theatre Conspiracy, who only take thirty-five a night, two at a time and dressed as blindfolded Guantanamo Bay prisoners. Unfortunately, I don’t know much about the Rumble Productions or the Theater SKAM shows, except the former seems to have dead zealots for guides and SKAM collects its audience with creepy dolls.

Guess I’ll find out about them on Saturday. When my mother asked what I would like for my birthday, I replied, “I’d like some tickets to HIVE2.” It is, as the kids say these days, sweet.

my heart the hunter

Walking across the street in the rain, there’s someone in front of me with a spiderman brand popsicle, the blue eyes two wan gum-balls that look like they were manufactured years before I was born. “Where did he get that?”, I wonder, searching my mind for available corner stores and coming up with nothing. Downtown east side, one block from the epicenter, I try to imagine what it tastes like as I step over a gray man slumped wetly on the sidewalk, dead aside from his lonely muttering.

I have two job interviews today, one with an e-music company I’ve done temp work with, one with Kokoro Dance, a butoh group I deeply admire. I’m looking forward to both of them, as they present vastly different challenges, and can’t help hoping I do well at both. It would be the greatest of blessings to have even one regular job. Living freelance has been hurting, especially considering how much flaky management I’ve had to deal with. I want it to be over with. I’d like a desk again, please and thank you.

In more good news, That Mike called from somewhere between Chicago and Madison yesterday, (on tour with Buckethead again), sounding so sorry he forgot my birthday that the earth might swallow him whole. It blows my mind sometimes, how nice he is. There’s a depth to his sincerity far past anything I can match these days. It seems to go one for miles, far past any horizon, glad for the world without end.

I still need to call him back, actually, him and Adam both, but for that I need a calling card, and for that I need to find out what in sam hill is going on with my bank. I wired money to someone in Alberta, only to find out that it was immediately rescinded, and the ATM wouldn’t let me take out all of my rent. Bah. Trouble. Not everything this weekend was good news. Almost, but not quite.

just another day on earth, but with SYD freaking MEAD.

From Vancouver ACM SIGGRAPH, VISUAL FUTURIST: The Life & Art of Syd Mead.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

“We are giddy with excitement. Why? Well, we’re turning 5 this May, and Syd Mead is coming to help us celebrate with a double feature – a presentation and Q&A with him, followed by a screening of Blade Runner: The Final Cut! Join us for the fun on May 14 at the Empire Theatre on Granville St. It has been years since Syd Mead, one of the most influential designers of our times, has been to Vancouver. He’ll be speaking about his approach to design and the visionary work with which he has made his indelible mark on popular culture and our perceptions of the future. But wait – there’s more! Our long-time supporter, Sophia Books, will be there with Syd’s latest DVD – you might even be able to get the man himself to sign a copy for you. On top of that, Tangible Interaction is coming back with their Zygotes – a massive interactive hands-on display of fun meeting technology that the whole crowd can take part in. Reserve your tickets now and don’t miss out on this huge event!”

“Syd Mead is a living legend amongst designers – he has been called a “visionary” and a “visual futurist”. From his beginnings in automotive design at Ford, Syd developed a style and philosophy that has spawned an enormous body of work filled with futuristic yet realistic creations. Syd’s work shaped the modern conception of the future with his designs for Blade Runner, Tron, Star Trek: The Motion Picture and Aliens. Films that forged a vision which still reverberates through the motion picture industry today. Few artists or designers have been as fortunate as to be involved with such a variety of industries around the world. Whether it be designs for vehicles, film, theme parks, interactive games, toys, products, theatre sets, ships, planes, or architecture, Syd has managed to leave his mark and provided his unique perspective each and every time. Today Syd lives and works in Southern California, where he continues to design, illustrate, speak and inspire. Mr. Mead will introduce the film.”

6:00 pm: Mixer
7:00 pm: Main Presentation
9:30 pm: Blade Runner: The Final Cut – FREE*
* Priority given to main presentation ticket holders

Members: $15 / Non-members: $25 / Groups (5+): $20 (online only)

Info and online registration: