We’ve created 10 Valentine’s Day cards from the City of Vancouver to potential stakeholders looking for some actionable strategies that might lead to a night of community engagement and implementation.
Journalists have become de facto cheerleaders ride-hailing companies and the generally low-paying, public transit-adverse, gig economy jobs they’ll be bringing to one of the most expensive cities in the world.
From the dude who cleared his sidewalk with a lawn chair to the dedicated winter warriors who strap on skis and take to the streets, here’s the best of humankind during Vancouver’s latest and brief snowstorm.
In honour of Yom Kippur, and atonement rituals in religions everywhere, we would like to revive our yearly atonement series, begging forgiveness for past mistakes, misdeeds and egregious errors in judgment.
The upcoming municipal election is several months away (Oct. 20), but it’s already attracted a hefty raft of candidates that have floated into our social media streams, dinner conversations and sweaty dreams.
The annual street festival that “reclaims traffic thoroughfares as community focused public spaces” has grown in popularity. So much so, that it’s nearly impossible to find parking for those who choose to drive to the event in honour of not driving.
We come to bury Sam Panopoulos, not to praise him. For Panopoulos, who died last week at the age of 83, is widely known as the inventor of the Hawaiian pizza. Arguably the worst pizza next to plain cheese pizza, mouldy pizza and pizza face.
We’re not normally a patriotic bunch here at K&K headquarters. But while shopping at No Frills this weekend, we felt a stirring deep in the gumboots of our soul. And we have Royale Original Bathroom Tissue to thank for it.
When people ask me what it’s like being overlooked again and again for Vancouver’s City Bird Contest, which crowns one lucky winged d-bag with official city bird status for a year, I usually just shrug and continue to dine on a freshly killed vole or rabbit.
In case you missed the recent excitement that only comes when municipal politics, bureaucracy, mock outrage and typography combine, the City of Vancouver has approved a new logo, to the tune of $8,000.
Who of us hasn’t sat down at our local barber/dry merchant/blacksmith to have mink oil lovingly applied to our handlebar moustache and imagined how nice it would be to consume a refreshing glass of mead or corn whiskey if our stingy legislators would just allow it?
This past summer, the avian gatekeepers at K&K noted that the City of Vancouver had yet to relaunch its annual City Bird contest where residents with a lot of time on their hands could vote for their favourite bird from a ballot of half a dozen feathery candidates
I live in Vancouver. It is the place where I work and pay rent and once got unhealthily drunk at a Bootsauce concert in 1993 when the band was touring to promote their Sleeping Bootie album, even though I wasn’t living in Vancouver at the time, and it’s not a particularly great record. But that is beside the point.
Say what you will about Vancouver’s “liveability,” when it comes to shopping we’ve got it going on. At least that’s what we gleaned from a recent Sun article boasting that three of Canada’s top 10 malls are in the Lower Mainland.
This week’s announcement that the city has purchased the tract of land known as the Arbutus Corridor from CP Rail had us in a tizzy. What will they call it? Sure, Arbutus Greenway sounds pleasant . . .
News of David Bowie’s death Sunday night took most people by surprise. But that didn’t stop millions of fans with an Internet connection and a tinkle in their heart from quickly bashing out a status. . .