When you attempt to categorise stuff into two or more types, if division comes easily and is clear to everyone then you have found a categorisation which reveals something about the underlying nature of the information. If it is hard to do and the results are messy and debatable, then you are trying to force an unnatural taxonomy onto the data. If you read no other post on this blog, read that one.
Thanks to everyone who commented in a civil and respectful manner. I am surprised at the constant popularity of this post. However, remember that it was written in Marchafter I left Vancouver mostly heartbroken and disillusioned.
Immigration can be an issue, but racism is barbaric and is swiftly removed. This post is entirely my own opinion, based on my personal experience and has no claim to objectivity. It just represents my truth. Please give it a look. There are beautiful mountains and glass skyscrapers and the ocean.
Everyone is a hippie and people are friendly and mellow because they all do yoga and run while breathing clean, wholesome ocean air. There is no snow. You should have heard me in my first two or three months here: You should totally move here.
Now, not only am I leaving, but I never want to come back. Despite the good things about Vancouver, it has disappointed me on so many levels that I wonder why anyone in their right minds would choose to stay here. Am I not good enough?
There are no jobs here, and when a good one pops up, the competition is so fierce that you have to send a singing telegram to get noticed. I thought my French would give me an edge—might as well speak Catalan for the little it did for me.
And IF you get one of these rare jobs, the salaries are in no way high enough to support basic living. No car, no luxuries, probably no savings either. I knew about the cost of living because of the two years I spent in Victoria.
But even then, the cost of living here is ludicrous. Well, actually, there is, but the cheaper stuff is often illegal, unsafe and unhealthy.
The food is also ludicrously expensive.
Big brick of cheap, Kraft, orange cheddar cheese? Actually, I was pretty busy during the months I spent there. But the city has, how can I explain it… no soul. It is as superficial and empty as the endless condo towers growing like weeds.
There are good people in Vancouver who give this city some spark and light; but most times I felt no joie de vivre, no… happiness. Everyone is working so hard to maintain the appearance of being affluent that they lose their souls in the process.
They lose their ability to enjoy life. An interesting study topic for a cultural anthropologist? Conclusion I used to love Vancouver as a tourist… but staying there made me hate it.
How many smart, motivated young people must you scare out with your over-inflated prices and lack of joy before you realize that you are headed to an economic and human disaster, Vancouver?Jun 08, · It was the first day of September.
My result of S.S.C. was to be declared on that day. I had been waiting for the day with anxiety and curiosity. Over the weekend I experienced one of the worst things since becoming a mother. It was a moment where once the shock set in as to what might actually happen a thousand memories, regrets things that I wish I had done differently that day flashed through my .
Incident. Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 20th Infantry Regiment, 11th Brigade, 23rd Infantry Division, arrived in South Vietnam in December Though their first three months in Vietnam passed without any direct contact with North Vietnamese-backed forces, by mid-March the company had suffered 28 casualties involving mines or booby-traps.
Two days before the My Lai massacre the company lost.
Over the weekend I experienced one of the worst things since becoming a mother. It was a moment where once the shock set in as to what might actually happen a thousand memories, regrets things that I wish I had done differently that day flashed through my mind.
"The Enterprise Incident" is a third season episode of the American science fiction television series Star Trek, first broadcast September 27, , and repeated December 27, I’ve lived in the Chicago area my whole life.
I’ve lived in the city proper since I’ve never been robbed at gunpoint. There’s a first time for everything and last night was my .