cool beans and the homeless

I live in Vancouver. Well, not really. I actually live in Langley/Aldergrove, but unless you're from around here or otherwise concerned with the gerrymandering that goes on to create municipalities, I live in Vancouver. Great big bulbous Vancouver: home of rain, canadians and more rain. Home, also, to a whole bunch of homeless people, whom most people don't care a lick for.

Or didn't, until the Olympics came to town. Ever since Vancouver/Whistler won the bid for the 2010 Olympics, them there unsightly street folk have become a bit of a hot-button issue. We can't have the rest of the world seeing our dirty little secret, can we? Gotta figure out a way to white-wash this little blemish in the next four years, or people might think less of us. Therefore, surveys have been taken, articles written and, strangely enough, the Mayor has asked my wife's first-year-level Anthropology class to write a proposal for ways to solve the "public disorder" issue. So they did, and today around noon presented their proposals to City Council (welcome to bizarro world).

I am not the only one who thinks this is strange. They've already been interviewed for a couple of newspapers,and tonight at 5:45 p.m., Anya and another girl from her class are being interviewed for CBC's nationally broadcast program, Coast to Coast. For any americans reading this, that's like NPR in the U.S. - big beans.

As you can undoubtedly tell, my chestal area is puffed with pride for my wife (I edited the proposal for them, and it's GOOD). I could go on and on about this, but as it is I'm already embarrassing her and contravening her wishes to post this, so I will finish with the headline in tomorrow's national paper: Big City in Trouble Finds Salvation in Advice from Josh's Wife.

Cool frickin' beans, my freinds. Enjoy your day with your not-famous family members.