Last week I took part in casual posse developed around the Solstice Lantern Festival held at the Roundhouse Community Center in Vancouver. I arrived after dinner, the small shows already started, and entered a hallway full of people, crowns of leaves and branches scattered through a crowd full of familiar faces. It's a small city, so we who ( Read more... )

I woke to find myself alone, so twisted with cold that my teeth had chattered through the edges of my tongue. The blankets had been pulled off me and pushed out of my reach. A fairly clear message in winter. I sat up and curled into them until the shivering stopped enough for me to pick up my glasses. "Happy New Year." Outside the building, I spat ( Read more... )

Mood-altering cat parasites make women friendly and men into jerks.

Tomorrow is the longest day, the summer solstice, officially celebrated through France, and in cities such as Barcelona, Berlin, Sydney, and London, as La Fete de la Musique. This year Vancouver's making a start in public places and needs participation. Here's part of an entry on ( Read more... )

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