The whales and dolphins at Vancouver Aquarium just can't seem to catch a break. Even the city's new bylaw that bans breeding and introduces new, independent public oversight of the Stanley Park attraction won't offer much relief for the captive cetaceans. Because, as it turns out, there never was a bylaw after all.
A couple weeks after I won my nomination, some bloggers started posting a monologue from my Fringe play. The monologue is a frank and funny take on the sex life of a single person and the ways single people can feel isolated in our culture. It also talks about masturbation. The monologue is certainly not the most frank or explicit piece of sex-positive work I have published or performed, but some bloggers had a heyday, and I was told this was just the beginning.
In the past, I was generally proud of how Vancouver was maintained. However, in recent years, I have noticed a general decline. Boulevards and parks appear overgrown, and more cigarette butts, chewing gum and garbage are strewn about. There's also an increase in the number of unkempt properties, presumably slated for redevelopment or unoccupied, which become scars on otherwise beautiful, well-maintained streetscapes.