The Normally Grey City

trish: “We're not prepared for snow the way most Canadian cities are: we have minimal plows, summer tires on our cars, and steep roads to make things worse. For those of us displaced here from east of the continental divide, this is embarassing to explain to family back home who deal with worse weather with aplomb. Aside from the catcalls that we've gone soft, it's marvelous though, it feels like childhood to see the normally grey city transformed into a wonderland.”

A Completely Scalable Transportation

Sacha: “the ability of Skytrain to move people around is not dependent on the number of cars in the fleet, nor is it dependent on the amount of people that use the service. It is a completely scalable transportation solution with a cap on maximum capacity that is not a forseeable issue in the future. This is why I do not mind spending my tax dollars on such a service even though I probably will not use it most of the time.”

Without Bumping Into Even Casual Bigotry

Tim Bray: <q cite=""">One of the nice things about living here in Vancouver is that it's remarkably free of ethnic tensions; I can honestly say that I go from one year's end to the next without bumping into even casual bigotry. And when I look at the other side of the world or even south of the border, I feel lucky, because we're in a minority.

The Scylla of Crack And The Charybdis of Heroin

Tim Bray: “There's a lot of HIV down there, so the dopers are caught between the Scylla of crack, which kills you quick, and the Charybdis of heroin, which makes you too fucked-up and drowsy to worry about keeping the needle clean.”

The 160

Anybody wanting to get a sense of the diversity of Vancouver should take the 160 bus from downtown to either Coquitlam or Port Coquitlam. Most buses I go on involve going to or from SFU, which means diverse, but rich. On the 160, you get everything. Black, white, Asian, Latino, French, etc. Poor, rich, young old, abled, disabled, noisy, quiet, whiney, bratty. Some people have concealed cell phones, some just have theirs in their hand (ostensibly because it will ring at any second, or because they're in their work—i.e.