Saturday, October 31, 2009

Mr. November

"I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders" - Matt Berninger


Well, October 31 is coming to a close (7:07 p.m. in B.C.) and the baby just isn't coming. Due date was Oct. 25 so as of tomorrow he/she is a week late.

I know that 10 days late is common for a first baby, but we are more than ready. I guess we will have a November baby now.

Right now I'm giving out candy to kiddlywinks in costumes with my horns on.

Only one little girl looked scared just now and started backing away saying, "No more treats! No more treats!"

Her mother said the little girl had issues with all costumes so I wasn't to take it personally.

Damn, I thought it was my scary horns.



At least we got to make Joanne's belly a Jack O'Lantern with an orange T-shirt and some felt.

Happy Halloween everyone.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Carving without a kid


Joanne is three days late now, a little more if you go by her calculations, and we await our new housemate patiently.

Tonight she put a few acupuncture needles into herself in particular places, meditated with her iPod while I watched the Leafs lose (bad), the Yankees lose (good) and I decided to carve a Halloween pumpkin despite having no kids around to participate and/or appreciate.

It wasn't always going to be a mouse, but when I cut off the bottom to make it sit flat, the two ears were just obvious and Jack the Mouse Jack-O'-Lantern was born.

Just wait until next year when I have a little one to carve with . . . or be oblivious as a one-year-old?

Happy Halloween everyone.

pjh

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Not making friends

My latest column from last Friday's paper. Not going to endear me to some people, but I felt strongly about this and given the letters the paper received before and since, I think many others agree.

Bailout for least in need

Paul J. Henderson, The Times

Published: Friday, October 23, 2009


What a horror to have one's home destroyed—or at least rendered valueless—all because of an unlucky geotechnical gamble.

What happened to the homeowners in the Panorama subdivision in the Eastern Hillsides has been developing for years and has ended with an agreement with the City of Chilliwack to purchase the 42 homes for 80 per cent of what they are worth.

Early on a few owners saw mysterious damage that, while not catastrophic, triggered deeper geotechnical study that found the whole are to be on a 4,000-year-old landslide. The homes may not be unlivable, but they are unsellable. What a nightmare.

But just as a thought experiment—as many letter writers to the Times have already done—I'm going to play devil's advocate here. I do not mean in any way to be cold here, but let's be honest: for the most part, we are talking mansions. Maybe these houses aren't all mansions, but they are all very nice homes with views most of us only dream about. On these four streets sit some of the most exclusive homes in Chilliwack.

The crux of the matter, and something that some Times readers have suggested, is that when upper-middle class homeowners lose a portion of the value of their home, it's a little hard to find too much sympathy from down here on the valley floor.

Personally, my sympathy is reserved for those initial owners in the area who actually did see damage and who began this whole process. While those owners are under a gag order, we do know they fought the issue in court at their own expense and they likely received a lot less than 80 per cent of the value of their homes.

The rest of the owners will get that 80 per cent and, not inconsequentially, won't have any real estate fees to pay when they sell.

When it comes to our homes, whether we buy a pre-owned home, brand new, or build ourselves, we are making an investment, i.e. taking a risk. Most of us get a mortgage and while what we are purchasing is a place to live, we are at least in part, taking a chance that while we make mortgage payments for 10 or 20 or 30 years on this building, the value will increase.
For the more wealthy, some own one home where they live and then purchase one or two or more homes elsewhere as investments. The risk is clear.

For those who decide to build a dream home in a remote or geotechnically complicated location, the risk-benefit ratio is also there. Living next to a lake, on a river or on a hillside overlooking anything is very desirable. Homes like this cost more to build, but the return is great as the rest of us that can never afford these elite locations are jealous. And jealousy increases property values.

Generally the gamble, which all investment is, pays off. So when the wealthy roll the dice and build homes on a hillside that, it turns out, is slowly sliding to the valley floor just how sympathetic should we be?

Loss is loss, but most of these homes are still totally livable. Most of them will take a 20 per cent hit and move off the hill. And the taxpayers of the City of Chilliwack will foot the bill for developers who built on a landslide that moves mere centimetres a year.

Those who unwittingly bought or built unique and sought-after homes got really unlucky in this situation. But they'll be fine, take a financial hit, and then the rest of us are left to pay for their investment and lifestyle risk.

Panorama really is a no-win situation.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Holding a torch


The Olympic folks were over in Greece this week getting the torch lit for the 2010 games.

We had a torchy preview in Chilliwack a little while back and it'll be back in town in February I guess.

I took this shot out in east Chilliwack, in Rosedale, as they tested the lit torch briefly even though organizers told the media the torch would be unlit. No one was out in Rosedale with me when I got this, and all the media horded around when the unlit torch rolled into downtown Chilliwack.

Not to suggest I'm something special, but I got this shot, the Vancouver Sun used it, but after I took this shot and then later went to where VANOC told the media to show up I had to laugh at the pretense of the Canadian Press shooter. It reminded me of a while back when another guy, some Reuters git, was at an RCMP display of illegal ammo and body armour with me in Chilliwack. I tried to chat with him and I was amazed how arrogant he was. Maybe photographers are just socially retarded, but it felt more like arrogance. I laughed further when I saw his photo that the Sun printed, which was no better or basically the same as mine.

At the torch run a couple of weeks ago, a couple of obviously out-of-town guys were looking dumbfounded in the park where they were told to be. Not necessarily a good place to be, but whatever. I asked who they were with and the one guy from Canadian Press was such a pretentious twit I found it funny, but a little intimidating because, well, he was a pro shooter with extremely expensive equipment and, well, I'm a writer who just has to shoot.

But then I saw the shot he got (below) with all his equipment and all his pretense and all his money and I laughed.

That's it?

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Saturday shooting

It's always a bit of an adventure on the Saturdays when I have to work taking photos.

Yesterday I hit the Hobby and Train show at Heritage Park, Trevor Linden at the new CIBC, the Cultus Lake 'Round the Lake Give 'R Take 30, rugby and little kids playing football at Townsend and a few leaf shots.

Here is a bit of what I got:

First up a nice Mennonite family peruse the Lego train display. I note that the woman is pregnant and there were at least two other kids pregnant. Those Mennos know how to make babies.



A model train keener assembles his creation. The attention to detail is almost disturbing amongst these guys.



Here baby Eliza just can't take here eyes off of Trevor Linden



Runners complete the last hundred metres or so in the rain at the insane 30-kilometre trail run 'Round the Lake Give 'R Take 30.



The Chilliwack Harmony Chorus practises



OK, so rugby isn't the sexiest of sports. Or is it?



Miniature footballers make some good tackles



A leaf. Yay.



pjh

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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Two Names for Everything

Wrote a column for tomorrow's paper that I've had half-written for a long time.

Simply A Musing • By Paul J. Henderson

Two Names for Everything

Welcome to Chilliwack, the land where everything has two names, if not even more.

Newcomers to this city can be forgiven for getting lost and confused by areas, streets, facilities and even bodies of water. I've been here for less than four years and am still baffled at the multiple references given to things here in Chilliwack—or Chilliwhack as the municipality was spelled prior to amalgamation.

Within the city itself many residents live in Rosedale, Greendale, Yarrow and so on. When I first came to town, I had a friend from journalism school who I contacted because I thought she was from here.

"I live in Chilliwack now, aren't you from here?" I asked.

"No, I'm from Sardis," she said.

Of course all cities have this, but I feel like here, particularly with all the First Nations bands, duplicate naming is rife.

At the end of this month, the Evans Road Connector will be officially opened. (Of course this was originally to be called the Evans Flyover, and is often referred to as the Evans Overpass or the Evans Interchange.)

The bridge links Evans Road on the south side of the highway with what was once called Evans Parkway. A few months back the city officially changed the name of Evans Parkway to Evans Road to avoid what is, as manager of transportation Rod Sanderson told me, one of many examples where roads have two names.

Evans Road was to go right through the Squiala Reserve to join up with Ashwell Road, but Squiala had other ideas. The road will be called Eagle Parkway through the band's land, so it'll be Evans to Eagle to Ashwell.

Once it's open, follow Ashwell and turn right on Spadina and you come to a building that is my particular pet peeve, much to the amusement of my colleagues: The Landing Sports Centre, which is still almost always followed by—even on the city's website—with the brackets (Ag-Rec Centre).

Can we not drop the Ag-Rec by now?

But The Landing is located near the Landing Leisure Centre and that whole area is called the Landing, which is just confusing so maybe it should be Ag-Rec?

From the Leisure Centre, follow Hodgins east and it turns into Cheam across Yale.

Ahhh, Yale.

Yale Road east of Five Corners is Yale Road East and when it veers off at the highway and the southbound road becomes Vedder the road that veers becomes Yale Road West. Maybe from the highway to Five Corners it should be referred to as Yale Road Middle.

On the Sardis side, follow Vedder and you'll see Britton one way and Spruce the other, Watson one way and Promontory the other, and so on.

Now you're in Sardis or Vedder Crossing or just Vedder. At the end of Vedder the Chilliwack River becomes the Vedder River, the water of which becomes the Vedder Canal. That first change happens at the Vedder Bridge, a road from which heading east is called Chilliwack Lake Road. That heads to Chilliwack Lake and runs along the Chilliwack River. (Chilliwack River Road,
on the other hand, is nowhere near the Chilliwack River . . . well, it is near the Little Chilliwack River which isn¹t much more than a ditch.)

Then there is the Panorama subdivision in the Eastern Hillsides. The area, near Marble Hill Road, I thought was referred to simply as Marble Hill, but even if it was, definitely not anymore.

Another new(ish) area is Garrison Crossing, which was once CFB Chilliwack and is situated in Vedder Crossing, which is in Sardis, which is the south side of Chilliwack. That whole area is still claimed by some of the Soowahlie First Nations as their traditional land so they probably call it something else.

At least we can all agree that we live here in North America.

What's that you say?

Turtle Island?

pjh

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Hey Tiger, how'd you do? I won some pomegranate wine and a crock pot


Played in the annual Bubble and Squeak golf tournament at Meadowlands Golf & Country Club yesterday. It was lots of fun. A Texas Scramble and I played with a work colleague Ken, an ex-work colleague Darren and an ex-ball team member Mark. We didn't do as well as we thought we should have as we missed way too many birdie attempts.

One highlight for me was the 13th hole, 137-yard par 3, was the men's guest KP—closest to the pin competition for those who don't know much about golf. (There was also one on different holes for female guest, female member and male member.)

And lo and behold, I won the KP! Some guy had popped one on the green about eight feet from the pin and I hit a sweet seven-iron that landed about one inch closer than his. What was my prize for hitting the sweetest non-member male shot on the 13 hole in Bubble and Squeak? A bottle of someone's homemade pomegranate wine and two wine glasses.

OK, it's not the President's Cup, but it's my glory nonetheless. I also got a crock pot off the prize table for how our team placed. I wanted one of the golf bags chosen before me, but the bald fellow who had one of them said he'd only give it to me if I shaved my head like his. And his friend who got an angle grinder suggested he use that to cut my hair.

I stuck with my crock pot.

pjh

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Thursday, October 8, 2009

I'm the story

Our newspaper competition here in good ol' Chilliwack used a photo on their website of my
feet: Boo tinyurl.com/ybd8cmd

OK, my feet weren't the focus of the story, but check out those Stan Smiths, those
crossed legs, that note-taking. Man, I'm doing my job and my lower body is looking pretty journalisticnish ain't it?

(My story's better though: Yay) tinyurl.com/y8b32m

pjh

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

I didn't shoot from the book depository


It was a year ago that Canadian rock music workhouse Tom Wilson was in Chilliwack to film a live DVD at Tractorgrease Studios for his newest project, Lee Harvey Osmond. Jeff Bonner of Tractorgrease invited me to come by, watch the show, and take a few pics. I did just that, wrote a little piece in the paper with some of them, but I was using my own gear so I could also contribute some photos for the DVD cover itself.

And finally—no fault of anyone—the DVD is out and Bonner dropped one off at the office for me. I haven't even watched it yet but nice to see I got photo credits and three pics on the back of the DVD cover.

For those who don't know or remember him, Wilson was biggest in the 1990s as the lead singer of Junkhouse and later was part of Blackie and the Rodeo Kings.

I was never really a fan, but as can happen with a live experience, watch a guy of this talent perform in an intimate setting with a handful of people watching and it's hard not to be amazed and impressed. What a talent and what a live performance.

Granted it was a year ago so I barely remember, but I guess I gotta watch that DVD to remind myself.

Check out www.tomwilson.net to hear som of his stuff.

pjh

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