Sitting next to the window and writing this right now, I’m cold. It’s cold here in Vancouver. Yes, I know I’m living in a climate north of forty second parallel, but it really does not get this cold here normally. In fact, this is unusually cold. How do I know that? I think part of it comes from running. When you pass some dude whose nose and ears are bright red, wearing shorts, bald, and looking at your shamefully because you have much more clothing that must be warmer than he is, you know this isn’t the usual type of weather they are used to.
The fact that Rebecca came home from work the other night and ranted about wind chills tells me another thing. Wind chills are a way of life where I come from. In Iowa, it’s just something that is associated with winter time. So cold that the snot freezes in your nose walking inside from the car. That, my friends, is cold. Vancouverites are warriors in their own right with all the rain that falls here. I’m not sure they would be able to handle an Iowan winter though.
I love being able to use my near daily runs to help discover the city. You really don’t want to stay too close to the interior of downtown if you plan to do some distance running. The hills are one thing, and crossing intersections can be another. It’s the plight you get from any large city. The easiest thing to do is to head towards the water or the park. There’s still a bunch of people you have to weave through, but there is no way you would want to run down a street such as Robson(which I have seen before).
Be careful about running in the park though. The Sea Wall is easy as long as the wind coming off the water isn’t too intense. Rain has never been a problem. You just have to not be afraid of getting wet. However, that route goes around all the neat trails you can take by actually going into the park. If you’ve never been in the park, you can get into trouble. Study the maps as well as you can before you think you can take an easy run to Beaver Lake. If you can’t handle the hilly terrain, stick to the sea wall.
Watch out for wildlife. Dogs, raccoons, and squirrels are all over the place. The last two want food from you. Dogs for the most part are incredibly tame around the city. Just today was the first time I was heckled and chased by a dog before the length on its leash ran out. Just the other day, an otter bolted out of the brush when I was on the Bridle Trail, just off of Second Beach. That was bizzare and cool all at the sametime. Rebecca says it was a beaver. Google images tell me that I saw an otter.
I probably don’t listen to enough radio to make too many statements about the industry in and around Vancouver, but the market here seems to be easier to stomach than anywhere back in the states. This could be for the simple fact that everything here is still very new to me. Add to the fact that there is the Canadian Content regulation that requires a certain amount of Canadian material to be aired everyday. This exposes me to all sorts of music that we simply do not have back in the states. Within that, so much of what I am hearing is refreshing. It’s new, and I like a lot of what I hear, minus the Nickleback. I could really do without them.
That’s not to say that a lot of what I dislike about the American markets isn’t here either. There is still a lot of the same programming techniques in the Vancouver market that grates on me like no other. Over playing a single until you can’t stand it is just one of the many things that tends to drive you nuts. Screaming DJ’s are here as well. Seriously, who talks like that in real life?
Programming is just a slice of some of the insight that I’ve been able to gain about this market. I’ll post more in the future as more of these thoughts get translated to here, but the tech side gets fairly interesting as well. I need to learn more about it, obviously, but what really needs to happen is one of these stations just needs to have an opening when my work permit comes through so I can get in there and start playing again.