Rain, endless rain. Vancouver is treating us with its finest rain. Tea time, paper correction time, film time and library visit time. We have to start, however, from the waking up time. From the hard, not nearly hang-overed, yet still nearly impossible task of getting out of bed on a day when there was no sun there to greet you. Under those conditions you deal with reality in a not particularly enthusiastic fashion. You think of things you need to do and of those you are already mechanically doing, you add to those some other things you feel that maybe you would actually love to do, things which in themselves are not truly pleasant but could potentially allow some of the things you need to do, to be done more easily, therefore relieving you, and you take a coat, you get in the car and drive to the...spaceship.
You can easily miss this spaceship. It exists in a universe encased by cement and glass, yet if you ignore the modern architecture and peek in, through the square windows, windows like any other square windows, which could be leading into a world of cubicles, watercoolers and animated officetrons, then you will be rewarded with a scene from the best SF cinema. The UBC Barber Learning Centre is a storage facility from outer space. A mechanical wonder of book taxonomy. Dt from order of book to delivery on the circulation-desk counter, less than three minutes. You collect the book as well as your scatered thoughts on modernity and step out in the rain once again. Arcade fire infiltrates the scene, but this is from hours later when you are at home, sitting at the couch writing this account. The intrusion of the future in the rainy past is pleasant, the walk is to the burger joint and to marking of students' papers.
The hours pass, the white pages with the inkjet-spurted wisdom aquire their small, relatively orderly marginalia and the time comes to take a break. You go to the movies and travel to Paris and to couple paranoia and reality. Good to know that Julie Delpie is actually smart. Two days in Paris packed in less than two hours. Pas mal.
Rain, endless rain. Vancouver is treating us with its finest rain. Tea time, paper correction time, film time and library visit time. We have to start, however, from the waking up time. From the hard, not nearly hang-overed, yet still nearly impossible task of getting out of bed on a day when there was no sun there to greet you. Under those conditions you deal with reality in a not particularly enthusiastic fashion. You think of things you need to do and of those you are already mechanically doing, you add to those some other things you feel that maybe you would actually love to do, things which in themselves are not truly pleasant but could potentially allow some of the things you need to do, to be done more easily, therefore relieving you, and you take a coat, you get in the car and drive to the...spaceship. 
You can easily miss this spaceship. It exists in a universe encased by cement and glass, yet if you ignore the modern architecture and peek in, through the square windows, windows like any other square windows, which could be leading into a world of cubicles, watercoolers and animated officetrons, then you will be rewarded with a scene from the best SF cinema. The UBC Barber Learning Centre is a storage facility from outer space. A mechanical wonder of book taxonomy. Dt from order of book to delivery on the circulation-desk counter, less than three minutes. You collect the book as well as your scatered thoughts on modernity and step out in the rain once again. Arcade fire infiltrates the scene, but this is from hours later when you are at home, sitting at the couch writing this account. The intrusion of the future in the rainy past is pleasant, the walk is to the burger joint and to marking of students' papers. 
The hours pass, the white pages with the inkjet-spurted wisdom aquire their small, relatively orderly marginalia and the time comes to take a break. You go to the movies and travel to Paris and to couple paranoia and reality. Good to know that Julie Delpie is actually smart. Two days in Paris packed in less than two hours. Pas mal.
