Saturday, September 5, 2026

P.S. Jerry, Come to Zipolite

 P.S. Jerry, Come to Zipolite

Come on, Jerry. Give it all up for six months.

Come hang out with me in ZipoliteπŸ³πŸ©΅πŸ’™πŸŽ¨πŸ–ŒπŸ˜ŽπŸŒŠ⛱️🧳⏳️ and live on a modest budget. 🌴

Eat fresh, warm tortillas from the little corner store.

Swim naked in the ocean. πŸ˜‚

Watch the waves roll in.🌊🌊🌊🌊

Sit on the beach ⛱️and watch those absolutely gorgeous sunsets.😎πŸ”₯πŸ§‘πŸ’›πŸŒž

Talk to people.

Slow down.

Remember what life is actually about.

And maybe, just maybe, think about what $1,000 a month means to someone who doesn't have half a million dollars coming in.

But we'd better hurry.

Zipolite is getting gentrified too—just like everywhere else.

So come experience it while there's still some of the old Zipolite left.

I'll even show you where to get the tortillas. πŸ˜‰

Hey Jerry—how about sharing?


πŸ€” And the questions you're really throwing out there…

What will people say about the naked swimming? 🀭

Will Jerry actually do it?

Or will a bunch of rich people just discover Zipolite, buy up the beachfront and turn it into another luxury destination?

And the funniest—and perhaps most interesting—question:

What would happen to Jerry after six months on a genuinely modest budget?

If you're accustomed to a very comfortable income, what does it feel like when suddenly every peso matters?

Would the culture shock be liberating?

Would it be frustrating?

Would he discover that you can have a pretty damn good life without spending a fortune?

Or would he be desperately searching for his old lifestyle by week two? πŸ˜‚

And there's the bigger question:

Can someone who has spent years making decisions from the top of a wealthy institution really understand what life feels like at the bottom of the economic ladder?

Maybe the best education isn't another boardroom.

Maybe it's six months of tortillas, ocean, sunsets—and a modest budget.

But hurry, Jerry. Zipolite is changing too. 🌴


#HeyJerryHowAboutSharing

#MetroVancouver

#JerryDobrovolny

#HousingCrisis

#Homelessness

#PublicAccountability

#WealthInequality

#Zipolite

#Mexico

#Gentrification

#SeniorHomelessness


Hey Jerry, How About Sharing?

Hey Jerry, How About Sharing?

Hey Jerry, how about sharing?

Winter is coming.

And while Metro Vancouver struggles with homelessness, seniors are losing their homes, shelters are turning people away, and people are being asked to survive in housing that many of us would consider completely unacceptable, the people running our public institutions are being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

So let's ask some hard questions.

Do you think it's right that people can be turned away from shelters while a top Metro Vancouver executive is making more than half a million dollars a year?

Do you think it's right that people are expected to survive in disgusting SROs that aren't fit for rats—while we continue to spend enormous amounts of public money on administration?

And here's another question:

What happens to an elderly person when the system decides they are no longer sick enough for a hospital, but there is nowhere safe and appropriate for them to go?

Look at what happened to 78-year-old Elizabeth Davis.

Davis spent 30 years working in social work, including with unhoused people and women fleeing abuse. She worked until she was 74.

Then her health deteriorated.

She spent much of the past three months in hospital and lost her apartment while she was there. Her family was given just 48 hours to clear out her belongings.

When she was finally medically cleared for discharge, her family hoped she would be placed somewhere appropriate—perhaps assisted living or long-term care.

Instead, she was discharged to a shelter in Vancouver's Downtown Eastside.

Her family says they weren't even told where she had been sent.

That night, Davis sent her family a frightened message asking for help.

By the next morning, her shoes and phone charger had reportedly been stolen, and she had been readmitted to hospital.

This isn't some abstract statistic.

This is a 78-year-old woman who spent her working life helping vulnerable people.

And now she is one of them.

Davis herself gave a balanced account of the shelter, saying the people there were kind and the facility was clean. She wasn't attacking the shelter workers.

Her problem was something much bigger:

A shelter isn't a home.

She wants somewhere that feels more like home, with her own room, meals, some independence and access to regular medical care.

Is that really too much to ask of a society as wealthy as ours?

Apparently, it can be.

According to B.C.'s Seniors Advocate, seniors now make up 22% of Metro Vancouver's unhoused population, and about 45% of people experiencing homelessness for the first time are over 55.

Think about that.

People who worked their entire lives can reach old age and still end up without a home.

And the problem is growing.

So here's another hard question:

How did we build a system where an elderly person can be medically discharged from a hospital before there is an appropriate home for them to go to?

And another:

Why are seniors being handed lists of private long-term-care facilities that they cannot possibly afford?

And another:

Why are people expected to become homeless before they qualify for the help they desperately need?

We hear constantly about "efficiency."

We hear about budgets.

We hear about fiscal responsibility.

But where is the same urgency when it comes to preventing homelessness in the first place?

Because homelessness is expensive too.

Emergency rooms are expensive.

Police interventions are expensive.

Ambulances are expensive.

Shelters are expensive.

Temporary housing is expensive.

And human suffering has a cost that doesn't appear neatly on a spreadsheet.

Now let's return to Jerry.

Reportedly, Dobrovolny received $567,338 in total remuneration in 2025.

I'm not saying his salary alone could solve homelessness.

It couldn't.

But let's do the math anyway.

If we use $1,000 a month as a rough figure for very modest living costs in parts of Mexico, six months would cost $6,000.

$567,338 divided by $6,000 equals approximately 94 people for six months.

I'm not suggesting we ship homeless people to Mexico.

That's not the answer.

I'm asking something much more uncomfortable:

What could we accomplish if we measured public spending by the number of human lives we could improve?

One executive.

More than half a million dollars.

Ninety-four people could theoretically receive six months of $1,000-a-month support.

Meanwhile, an elderly woman who spent 30 years serving vulnerable people can lose her apartment, leave hospital, and end up in a shelter.

Does that seem like a system that is working?

Does it seem right?

Does it seem compassionate?

Does it seem fiscally responsible?

And perhaps the hardest question of all:

If this happened to your mother, your grandmother, your sister—or you—would you consider this acceptable?

I wouldn't.

And I don't think we should accept it for Elizabeth Davis either.

We shouldn't accept it for the senior sleeping in their car.

We shouldn't accept it for the person turned away from a shelter.

We shouldn't accept it for the person trapped in an unsafe SRO.

We shouldn't accept it for anyone.

Hey Jerry, how about sharing?

Not necessarily your paycheque.

Share the responsibility.

Share the resources.

Share the urgency.

Because the people who are most vulnerable in our society shouldn't have to wait until they are completely broken before we decide they deserve somewhere safe to live.

Winter is coming.

What are we going to do about it?


#MetroVancouver

#JerryDobrovolny

#Homelessness

#HousingCrisis

#SeniorHomelessness

#AffordableHousing

#SeniorsHousing

#HousingJustice

#PublicAccountability

#Va

ncouverBC


Rocketman

 πŸš€⏳️Rocketman

Content warning: This post discusses cocaine use, addiction, fentanyl and death.

I watched Rocketman last night.

Poor Elton John. What a hard life he had.

And yes, I know Elton is a man, but sometimes I watched that movie and thought, some men are pigs — and that is an insult to pigs.

The man Elton loved was sleeping with everyone, seemingly without any concern for what that was doing to Elton. There was something especially cruel about watching Elton love someone who was treating him so casually.

But what really struck me was the cocaine.

I remember a very different era of cocaine use.

It was almost glamorous. It was associated with money, celebrities, rock stars, movie stars and places like Studio 54. For a while it was even called “the rich man's drug.”

People forget what eventually came out of that glamorous image.

Addiction.

Paranoia.

People sleeping with guns under their pillows.

Noses damaged from snorting.

And that little drop of blood from Elton's nose in Rocketman said more to me than a whole speech could have.

There were plenty of horror stories. The glamour was only the front door.

I think people who grew up after that era may have a very different understanding of cocaine. And even people in their forties may not remember how deeply embedded it was in celebrity culture.

Today, there is another terrifying difference.

The drug supply itself can be unpredictable. Cocaine can be contaminated with fentanyl, and someone can die without ever intending to take an opioid. Naloxone can save a life when opioids are involved, but it doesn't make cocaine safe.

So when I watched Rocketman, I wasn't just watching Elton John's story.

I was watching a piece of history.

A time when some of the richest and most famous people in the world could make cocaine look glamorous — while behind closed doors, people were destroying themselves.

Elton survived it.

He got help.

He got sober.

And that matters.

Because somewhere along the way, I think we lost part of the message.

The message shouldn't have been that rock stars did drugs.

It should have been that some of them survived them.

And maybe we should have listened more carefully to the survivors.

There is another Elton John song that has always stayed with me, Rocket Man.

Mars isn't the kind of place to raise your kids, Elton sang.

But sometimes I think the real question isn't whether there is life on Mars.

It's whether we are doing enough to protect the lives we have here.

Because there are no second chances for everyone.

Some people make it home.

Some don't.


Questions for the Reader

- If you tried cocaine when you were young, what made you stop?

- Did you know then what you know about cocaine now?

- Does someone in your family use cocaine? How has that affected you or your family?

- How has cocaine use — and the way society views it — changed during your lifetime?

- Was cocaine ever considered glamorous or harmless when you were growing up?

- Have you, or someone you love, ever been to rehab?

- What helped the most?

- What hurt the most?

- What do you wish someone had told you before you started using?

- What could adults do differently to keep young people from becoming addicted?

- Are we actually teaching young people about addiction — or are we simply frightening them with warnings?

- What would make a young person feel safe enough to ask for help before things become an emergency?

- How do we save young lives when the drug supply itself can be deadly?

- And perhaps the hardest question of all:

How do we fight this terrible war on people caught in the fentanyl crisis without losing sight of the human beings on either side of the addiction?

What do you remember?

What have you survived?

And what do you wish the next generation would never have to learn the hard way?


#Rocketman #EltonJohn #Cocaine #Addiction #Recovery #Fentanyl #DrugAwareness #AddictionAwareness #RockAndRollHistory #SaveLives


Friday, September 4, 2026

Gr.Grandpa Joseph Enos Diary June 1881

 Excerpt from My Great-Grandfather’s Diary πŸ“–

I’m sharing excerpts from my Great-Grandfather’s diary. They may not always appear in chronological order, so please bear with me as I work through them.

He lived in Nanoose Bay, on Notch Hill, and his diary gives us a glimpse into our family’s life and history.

My Great-Great-Grandfather came from the Azores to Victoria in 1862. He later married my Songhees Great-Great-Grandmother in 1876, the same year the federal Indian Act was enacted.

The diary belonged to my Great-Grandfather. My Great-Aunt Mary eventually donated it to the Royal BC Museum. I was able to have it scanned into a PDF, and I’ve also been working from the handwritten cursive to create a hand-printed transcription so that we can actually read his words.

It feels pretty special to be able to bring these pages back into the family story, more than a century later.

More excerpts to come. ❤️

Here’s the transcription for the entries in June 1881:

June 1, Wednesday: Plowing at the bottom.

June 2, Tuesday: (No entry recorded.)

June 3, Friday: (No entry recorded.)

June 4, Saturday: (No entry recorded.)

June 5, Sunday: Plowing at the bottom.

June 6, Monday: Weeding at the spit.

June 7, Tuesday: Plowing.

June 8, Wednesday: Rainy weather.

June 9, Tuesday: Raining.

June 10, Friday: Raining.

June 11, Saturday: Hauling potatoes at the spit.

June 12, Sunday: Hauling potatoes at the spit.

June 13, Monday: Plowing at the bottom.

June 14, Tuesday: Plowing.

June 15, Wednesday: Drilling holes for potatoes at the bottom.

June 16, Thursday: Planting potatoes at the bottom.

June 17, Friday: Planting carrots at the bottom.

June 18, Saturday: Sowing turnips.

June 19, Sunday: Sowing turnips.

June 20, Monday: Transplanting cabbage.

June 21, Tuesday: Transplanting cabbage.

June 22, Wednesday: Father went to Nanaimo.

June 23, Thursday: Returned from Nanaimo.

Gr.Grandpa Joseph Enos Diary May 1881

 Excerpt from My Great-Grandfather’s Diary πŸ“–

I’m sharing excerpts from my Great-Grandfather’s diary. They may not always appear in chronological order, so please bear with me as I work through them.

He lived in Nanoose Bay, on Notch Hill, and his diary gives us a glimpse into our family’s life and history.

My Great-Great-Grandfather came from the Azores to Victoria in 1862. He later married my Songhees Great-Great-Grandmother in 1876, the same year the federal Indian Act was enacted.

The diary belonged to my Great-Grandfather. My Great-Aunt Mary eventually donated it to the Royal BC Museum. I was able to have it scanned into a PDF, and I’ve also been working from the handwritten cursive to create a hand-printed transcription so that we can actually read his words.

It feels pretty special to be able to bring these pages back into the family story, more than a century later.

More excerpts to come. ❤️


May 1881

1 At home all day

2 Lousy + Nelly calfed at home

3 Minsy calfed

4 I weigh 92lbs
my height is 4ft 9 inches

5 Brought Nelly home with a calf.

6 Hunting for cattle

7 Brought some cattle home

8 -

9 Father went to Nanaimo *

10 Read calved at home
I killed a panther by the bottom
Father returned from Nanaimo *

11 Philly the mare had her colt

12 Raining

13 Mother returned from Nanaimo **

14 Father sold a yolk of oxen to Mr Inkstomen. Planting onions by the well

15

16 Ditching out the bottom

17 Mr. Throup, Indian John and Peter helping to ditch at the bottom

18 Ditching at the bottom

19 Covering the ditch

20 "

21 "

22 All is... ?

23 Covering the ditch at the bottom

24 Finish covering the ditch

25 A rainy day

26 Raining. Father went to Nanaimo

27 Father returned from Nanaimo

28 I brought oxen home

29

30 Ploughing at the bottom

31 Ploughing at the bottom

Gr.GrandpaJohn Enos Diary April 1881

 Excerpt from My Great-Grandfather’s Diary πŸ“–

I’m sharing excerpts from my Great-Grandfather’s diary. They may not always appear in chronological order, so please bear with me as I work through them.

He lived in Nanoose Bay, on Notch Hill, and his diary gives us a glimpse into our family’s life and history.

My Great-Great-Grandfather came from the Azores to Victoria in 1862. He later married my Songhees Great-Great-Grandmother in 1876, the same year the federal Indian Act was enacted.

The diary belonged to my Great-Grandfather. My Great-Aunt Mary eventually donated it to the Royal BC Museum. I was able to have it scanned into a PDF, and I’ve also been working from the handwritten cursive to create a hand-printed transcription so that we can actually read his words.

It feels pretty special to be able to bring these pages back into the family story, more than a century later.

More excerpts to come. ❤️


April 1, 1881

  1. Ploughing at the spit

  2. Brought J. tey home with a calf

  3. [unclear]

  4. Brought [unclear]

  5. Mother went to Nanaimo *

  6. Sowing peas at the spit

  7. Raing Day

  8. Brought Mr Beachums cow
    calfe home

  9. Planting potatoes at the spit

  10. [unclear]

  11. Ploughing its well yard

  12. Rainy Day

  13. Ploughing for the Indians **

  14. Father took Mr Beachums cow
    to Wellington

  15. FCD

  16. I went to Nanaimo *

  17. At Nanaimo *

  18. "

  19. I returned from Nanaimo *
    Rainy weather

  20. Father went to E. M. Rei[?]

  21. Rainy

  22. Plant potatoes at the spit

  23. FCD

  24. Fine Day

  25. Fine

  26. Bring home dogfish scraps
    from point for manure

  27. Rainy Weather

  28. Fine Day

  29. Planting beans at point

  30. Sowing oats by the [unclear] house

When AI Defends Men Before Listening to Women

 When AI Defends Men Before Listening to Women

I want to admit something I noticed while writing my last post.

I asked AI to help me explain what the retirement statistics actually mean for women.

And it kept doing something that bothered me.

It kept adding some version of:

“I'm not asking for somebody else's CPP.”

I never asked it to say that.

I didn't say I wanted somebody else's pension.

I didn't need to defend myself against men before I was allowed to talk about women's economic inequality.

Yet the AI kept inserting that disclaimer.

And I stopped it.

Because there is something revealing about that response.

Why was the first instinct to reassure men that they weren't being blamed?

Why wasn't the first instinct simply to examine the numbers?

I receive about $300 a month in CPP.

That's my reality.

I worked from a very young age. I worked paid jobs. I raised a child. I did caregiving. I worked in lower-paid jobs. I tried to build careers. I went back to school. I worked in different industries. I created art and tried to make a living from it.

And I reached my 60s with approximately $300 a month in CPP.

That is what I want people to think about.

Not whether men should feel guilty.

Not whether I am asking for someone's pension.

Why is a lifetime of work producing $300 a month in retirement income?

And why are women expected to explain and soften that question before we are even allowed to ask it?

This is also a lesson about artificial intelligence.

AI doesn't exist outside society. It learns from human-created information and human preferences. Researchers are increasingly studying a behaviour called sycophancy — when AI becomes overly agreeable, accommodating or conflict-avoidant. Research published in 2026 found that conversational context can increase this behaviour in some models.

So when an AI response automatically tries to smooth over a gender conflict that I didn't even raise, I think we should pay attention.

Because language matters.

A woman saying “the system is unfair” should not automatically become:

“But I'm not blaming men.”

That wasn't my argument.

My argument is much simpler.

Look at the numbers.

Look at women's lifetime earnings.

Look at unpaid caregiving.

Look at retirement income.

Look at what women actually have to live on.

And then tell me whether $300 a month is enough.

Don't make women spend half their argument reassuring everyone else that they aren't being unreasonable.

Listen to what we're actually saying.

That is the lesson I learned from my own AI conversation.

And I think it's an important one.


πŸ˜¬πŸ«€πŸ€”


Here are hard stats I was trying to get AI explain

The numbers

Average new CPP retirement pension at 65 in 2026: $877.01/month.

Maximum CPP retirement pension at 65 in 2026: $1,507.65/month. CPP depends on how much and how long you contributed, and your earnings history. �

Canada +1

A federal CPP statistics report showed average retirement pensions of approximately $779/month for men and $575/month for women. That's about $204 less per month for women, or roughly $2,448 a year.

Statistics Canada reported that in 2022, older women's median after-tax income was $22,000 compared with $31,400 for older men. That's a difference of $9,400, with women's median income about 30% lower. �

Statistics Canada

Statistics Canada says 42% of Canadians aged 15+ provided unpaid care to children or adults with long-term conditions/disabilities in 2022. Women were more likely than men to be sandwich caregivers: 7% vs. 5%. �

Statistics Canada

Among unpaid caregivers, 32% of women cared for children compared with 26% of men, and 23% of women provided unpaid care to adults compared with 19% of men. �

Statistics Canada

Statistics Canada says the majority of paid and unpaid care work is done by women, and specifically notes that unpaid caregiving can have opportunity costs—meaning time spent caring can affect people's economic opportunities. �

Statistics Canada

In 2025, nearly 1.2 million Canadians aged 65+ were in the labour force—15.2% of that age group. That's a record and the fifth consecutive annual increase. �

The CPP Numbers Tell a Story

 The CPP Numbers Tell a Story

Let's make this really simple.

CPP is based mainly on how much money you earned and how long you paid into CPP.

So imagine two people.

One leaves school young and goes to work in a mill, logging, mining, construction or another full-time job. Maybe he never becomes good with computers. Maybe he can barely type.

But he works for 40 years.

He pays into CPP for 40 years.

His pension can be quite good.

And honestly, he earned it.

This isn't about saying men shouldn't get their pensions.

It is about asking why the system has historically worked better for some kinds of work than others.

A woman might spend years raising children.

She might care for an elderly parent.

She might work part-time.

She might clean houses, look after other people's children, work temporary jobs, or earn less money.

She may work just as hard—or harder—but much of that work doesn't produce CPP contributions.

And that follows her into old age.

Here are the numbers

According to the Canadian government, the average CPP retirement pension at age 65 was about $877 a month in April 2026.

The maximum was about $1,508 a month.

But you don't automatically get the maximum.

Your CPP depends on how much you earned and how long you contributed.

And there is an important gender difference.

Government statistics have shown that women's average CPP retirement pensions are substantially lower than men's.

One recent federal statistics report showed average monthly CPP retirement pensions of approximately $575 for women compared with $779 for men.

That's a difference of about $204 every month.

Think about that.

That's more than $2,400 a year.

And this isn't because women don't work.

Women work.

They just haven't always been paid as much, worked the same number of paid hours, or had the same uninterrupted careers.

Here's the part I want people to think about

A man could spend his working life in a sawmill.

A woman could spend hers raising the children who came home from that sawmill worker's job, looking after the house, caring for family and perhaps working outside the home too.

The man's paid work is recorded.

His CPP contributions are recorded.

The woman's unpaid work often isn't.

Both lives mattered.

But the pension system doesn't measure them in the same way.

CPP does have special rules that can protect some people during years when they had low or no earnings while raising children. But those protections don't erase the larger economic differences that build up over a lifetime.

And that is why I think we need to ask a much bigger question:

What counts as work?

If someone spends 20 years caring for children, is that work?

If someone spends 10 years caring for an aging parent, is that work?

If someone keeps a household running so another person can work full-time, is that work?

If someone works part-time because there is nobody else to care for the family, is that work?

Of course it is.

But our pension system is much better at counting a paycheque than counting unpaid care.

And then we reach our 60s.

Suddenly we are told:

“You don't have enough money.”

Well, where did all those years of work go?

They went into families.

They went into communities.

They went into other people's careers.

They went into caring for people.

They went into keeping households alive.

And now some women reach their early 60s with very little financial cushion.

That is why this isn't simply a story about men having bigger pensions.

It is a story about whose work gets counted.

And I think Canada needs to have that conversation before more women fall through the cracks.

Give Up or Die

 Give Up or Die: Two Years Later, I’m Still Falling Through the Cracks

To be, or not to be.

Shakespeare asked the question centuries ago.

Today, I have my own version:

Give up or die.

I wish I were being dramatic.

I’m not.

Two years ago, I wrote about why women in their early 60s are falling through the cracks. I wrote about ageism, housing, inadequate social assistance, rising costs and the gap between being too young for some senior benefits and too old to be treated as a desirable worker.

I thought I was writing about a problem.

Now I am living inside it.

And I am scared.

I am still a few months away from receiving my full pension. I have shelter until the end of this month.

After that?

I could truly be homeless.

For the first time in my life.

That sentence is difficult to write.

I have spent my life working, creating, cleaning, caring, making things, adapting and trying to figure out how to survive. I have worked in photography and digital imaging. I have created content. I have cleaned houses. I have pet-sat and dog-walked. I have made art.

I am still trying.

But trying doesn't necessarily mean you can pay the rent.

I Need Help — But Asking for Help Has Become Another Job

I know what people will say.

“Go on welfare.”

Yes.

I could try.

But anyone who has gone through these systems knows that asking for assistance can feel like applying to prove that you are poor enough, desperate enough and worthy enough to receive a few hundred or a thousand dollars.

There are forms.

Questions.

Documentation.

More questions.

Personal information.

Explanations.

Judgments.

And the constant feeling that you are being asked to demonstrate just how badly you are struggling before someone decides whether you deserve help.

Meanwhile, the amount of assistance available often doesn't come close to covering the cost of actual housing.

We should be able to say this plainly:

A system that provides too little money to afford a safe place to live is not solving homelessness.

And nobody should have to accept an unsafe, degrading living environment simply because they are poor.

People should not be forced into housing where rats would struggle to live.

I Made Paintings Because I Need to Make Money

So I did what I know how to do.

I made art.

A lot of it.

I have been painting and building collections because I love making art, but also because I need to sell something.

I need money.

I know that sounds desperate.

It is desperate.

I'm not going to dress it up as some inspirational story about following your dreams.

I am trying to sell my paintings because I need somewhere to live.

I also tried selling my things at a market at Bard on the Beach. I chose the cheapest table I could afford because that was what I could manage.

I barely sold anything.

And yesterday I received a rejection letter from Dressew.

Another door closed.

I clean once a week, too.

And I am grateful for the work.

But my body reminds me afterward that I am not 30 anymore.

I clean.

I come home.

And I hurt.

Then I get up and try again.

This Is What Falling Through the Cracks Looks Like

It doesn't always look like someone sitting on a sidewalk with a shopping cart.

Sometimes it looks like a woman with a camera.

Sometimes it looks like an artist carrying paintings.

Sometimes it looks like someone who has worked her entire life but doesn't have enough money saved to bridge a few months.

Sometimes it looks like someone who is still functioning, still creating, still cleaning, still applying, still asking questions—

right up until the moment there is nowhere left to go.

That is the dangerous part.

People assume that if you are still functioning, you must be okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm trying.

There is a difference.

And Then There Is the Bureaucracy

I just wrote another post about forms, government systems and what happens when people are forced to spend their lives navigating bureaucracy instead of actually living them.

At some point, I have to wonder:

Are these systems designed to help people, or are they designed to make people give up?

Because when someone is exhausted, grieving, aging, sick, overwhelmed or simply broke, every additional form becomes another obstacle.

Every rejection becomes another weight.

Every delay becomes another month without rent.

And every bureaucratic demand says, in effect:

Prove it again.

Prove that you're poor.

Prove that you're desperate.

Prove that you need housing.

Prove that you tried.

Prove that you looked for work.

Prove that you're eligible.

Prove that you deserve help.

How many times can a person be asked to prove they are struggling before the system finally believes them?

I Don't Want Charity. I Want a Bridge.

I don't want someone to feel sorry for me.

I want a bridge.

A bridge between working age and retirement.

A bridge between being independent and needing help.

A bridge between having a temporary roof and becoming homeless.

A bridge that recognizes that life doesn't suddenly become affordable because you reach a particular birthday.

There are thousands of people in this situation.

And many of them are invisible because they are still trying desperately to keep everything together.

Until they can't.

And I'm Thinking About Small Businesses Too

I have been watching what is happening to small businesses and online sellers with the new tariff environment, and my heart goes out to them.

Small businesses already operate on thin margins.

Then you add tariffs, shipping costs, platform fees, advertising costs and everything else—and suddenly the person who thought they were building a little business is fighting simply to stay afloat.

I'm actually glad I don't sell my paintings primarily online.

For me, it would add another layer of costs and uncertainty.

Instead, I'm trying to take my art into the real world.

Markets.

Pop-ups.

People.

Conversations.

Maybe someone will see a painting and fall in love with it.

Maybe someone will understand that buying a painting isn't just buying a piece of art.

Maybe they're helping an artist stay housed.

Two Years Later, I'm Asking Again

Two years ago, I asked why women in their early 60s are falling through the cracks.

Now I'm asking a harder question:

What happens when one of those women is me?

What happens when she is only a few months away from her pension but cannot survive until then?

What happens when she has nowhere to go?

What happens when she has tried working?

What happens when she has tried selling things?

What happens when she has made art?

What happens when she has filled out forms?

What happens when she has applied and been rejected?

What happens when she keeps trying anyway?

At what point does society stop telling her to “try harder” and start asking why the bridge isn't there?

I am scared.

I am desperate.

And I am still trying.

I don't want to give up.

I don't want to become homeless.

I don't want to spend the next chapter of my life proving that I am poor enough to deserve a place to sleep.

I want to work.

I want to paint.

I want to sell my paintings.

I want to live somewhere safe.

I want to reach retirement without falling apart first.

So here I am, two years later, asking the question again.

Not as an abstract policy issue.

Not as somebody else's story.

My story.

Give up or die?

Surely, in a country as wealthy as Canada, we can come up with a third choice:

Help people bridge the gap.

Before they fall.

Before they become homeless.

Before the paperwork becomes more powerful than the human being standing in front of it.

Before “temporary hardship” becomes a permanent life.

I am still here.

I am still painting.

I am still trying.

But I shouldn't have to be this scared.


10 Reflective Questions

Government: What happens to someone who is only months away from their pension but cannot afford to survive until then?

Government: Why does asking for assistance sometimes feel like an interrogation instead of a lifeline?

Government: How can a benefit be considered adequate if it cannot actually secure safe housing?

Government: Why are people required to prove their desperation repeatedly before receiving help?

Friends: If someone you know says, “I am scared I will be homeless next month,” would you know what to do?

Neighbours: How many people in your neighbourhood are quietly struggling behind closed doors?

Friends: Do we recognize the difference between someone who has given up and someone who is exhausted from trying?

Neighbours: If an older woman has worked her whole life and is suddenly facing homelessness, would you assume she simply didn't try hard enough?

Everyone: At what point does personal responsibility become a convenient excuse for a system that has failed?

All of us: What would you want someone to do for you if you were only a few months away from safety—but couldn't survive those months alone?


#GiveUpOrDie

#HousingCrisis

#SeniorPoverty

#WomenOver60

#Homelessness

#AffordableHousing

#GovernmentAccountability

#SocialAssistance



Asked About the Lowercase — And Learned Something About barbara findlay

I Asked About the Lowercase — And Learned Something About barbara findlay

After writing my post about barbara findlay, I realized there was something I didn't understand.

I had noticed that her name was written barbara findlay, in lowercase.

I didn't know barbara personally. I was learning about her through her work, her words, and what was being written about her after her death. So rather than assume I knew why she used lowercase letters, I asked.

And I am glad I did.

barbara herself explained the story on her website.

She had always signed her name without capital letters. When she was completing her Master of Laws degree in 1990, she had letterhead made with her name in lowercase. She liked it, so she continued using it when she returned to private practice.

And then something remarkable happened.

People reacted.

Lawyers called her because their firms had actually discussed and voted on why she had chosen to spell her own name that way.

A court rejected an order because her name was not considered properly spelled.

A local queer newspaper refused for years to use the lowercase version.

Think about that.

All over a capital letter.

barbara recognized that her experience demonstrated something much larger: how people react when someone moves even slightly away from an accepted norm, even when that choice has no impact on anyone else.

And she kept doing it.

She eventually used the story in her unlearning oppression workshops.

Then I Learned Something Else

Around the same time, I had been asking about pflag Canada, which also uses lowercase letters.

I wondered whether there was a connection.

There isn't.

I learned that pflag Canada deliberately moved away from the traditional acronym PFLAG, which originally stood for "Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays." The organization felt that name no longer represented the people and families it supports today, including the many transgender people and loved ones it works with.

The lowercase styling was part of showing that pflag was no longer being treated as an acronym.

Two completely different stories.

Two lowercase names.

And yet both made me think about the power of language.

What Are We So Afraid Of?

barbara's lowercase name seems like such a small thing.

But people made it into a big thing.

Why?

Perhaps because humans are remarkably attached to rules we have stopped questioning.

We decide there is a "proper" way to write a name.

A "proper" way to behave.

A "proper" way to identify.

A "proper" way to live.

And when someone steps outside that invisible line, we can become uncomfortable.

barbara understood that.

And instead of changing herself to make everyone else comfortable, she turned the experience into a teaching tool.

That feels especially meaningful to me after writing my first post about her.

I wrote about the questions barbara's life and death raise around disability, aging, dignity, autonomy and the systems we build around vulnerable people.

But there is another lesson here.

We have to be careful about the assumptions we make about people.

I initially wondered about those lowercase letters.

Then I asked.

barbara had already answered the question herself.

And her answer was much more interesting than anything I could have imagined.

Maybe that is another part of creating a better world:

Ask before assuming.

Listen before judging.

And when someone tells us who they are, perhaps we should believe them.

barbara findlay spent her life challenging people to think differently.

Apparently, she even managed to turn two little lowercase words into a lesson.

Rest in Peace and Power, barbara.

And thank you for leaving us another question to think about:

How many of the "rules" we enforce are actually necessary — and how many simply exist because we have never stopped to question them?

🧑


#barbarafindlay #pflagcanada #LGBTQ2S #UnlearningOppression #HumanRights #SocialJustice #Equality #Identity #ChallengeAssumptions #QueerHistory


What Can a Diary from 1881 Tell Us About British Columbia?

 What Can a Diary from 1881 Tell Us About British Columbia?

Sometimes history is hiding in the smallest sentences.

Not in a government report.
Not in a scientific paper.
Not in a history textbook.

Sometimes it is written in cursive, in a diary, by someone simply recording what he did that day.

My Great-Grandfather Joseph Enos kept a diary while living on Notch Hill in Nanoose Bay, British Columbia. I have been working through his handwritten pages, transcribing them so that his words from more than 140 years ago can be read again.

And the more I read, the more I think these pages deserve to be seen by more than just our family.

They may be interesting to teachers, historians, scientists, marine biologists, ecologists, fisheries researchers, Indigenous knowledge keepers and environmental researchers.

Because Joseph wasn't trying to write history.

He was simply living it.

“Herring came in the bay the second time.”

One of the entries from March 1881 says:

“Herring came in the bay the second time.”

It is only one sentence.

Joseph probably didn't imagine that someone in 2026 might read those words and wonder what they could tell us about the marine environment of Nanoose Bay more than a century earlier.

But that is exactly what makes historical diaries fascinating.

He wasn't conducting a scientific survey. He wasn't measuring fish populations or recording water temperatures.

He was observing the world around him.

And herring were part of that world.

Today, we know how important Pacific herring are to the coastal ecosystem and how significant their history is to British Columbia's Indigenous peoples, fisheries and marine environment. We have also experienced serious concerns about herring populations over the decades.

So when I come across a sentence like this in an 1881 diary, I can't help wondering:

What other information is sitting inside old family diaries that nobody has thought to look for?

A diary can become an environmental time capsule

Joseph's March entries contain observations that might seem completely ordinary:

  • Herring arriving in the bay
  • Dogfish
  • Fishing lines
  • Bringing dogfish scraps home for the garden
  • Blue grouse
  • Oxen
  • Apple trees and fruit trees
  • Planting gardens
  • Weather
  • Rain
  • Clear days
  • Working at the beach
  • Repairing fences
  • Travelling by boat

He wasn't thinking, I am documenting biodiversity.

He was thinking about what needed to be done that day.

But that is precisely why I find it so valuable.

Ordinary observations can become extraordinary historical records when enough time passes.

What did BC look like before our modern records?

I would like to issue a little challenge to teachers across British Columbia and Canada.

Don't only teach history through famous names, dates and political events.

Find the diaries.

Find the letters.

Find the photographs.

Find the old maps.

Find the family records.

Find the Indigenous histories and knowledge that have been passed down through generations.

Ask students what they can learn from the seemingly mundane details.

What did people eat?

What animals were present?

What fish were coming into the bays?

What plants were being grown?

How did people travel?

What did the weather feel like?

What did people consider normal?

And perhaps most importantly:

What has changed?

A diary entry can become the starting point for an entire research project.

And scientists should be looking too

I especially wonder what researchers could discover if historical diaries were systematically examined alongside scientific records.

Imagine combining old observations with modern fisheries data, archaeological evidence, Indigenous knowledge, historical maps and environmental records.

A single diary obviously cannot tell us how many herring were present in Nanoose Bay in 1881.

We shouldn't pretend that it can.

But it can tell us that someone living there noticed herring arriving in the bay — and noticed it enough to write it down.

That is a clue.

And clues matter.

Perhaps there are thousands of other clues sitting in attics, archives, museums and family collections across British Columbia.

My family's connection to this history

There is another reason these pages are particularly meaningful to me.

My Great-Great-Grandfather came from the Azores to Victoria in 1862. He later married my Songhees Great-Great-Grandmother in 1876, the same year the federal Indian Act was enacted.

My Great-Grandfather Joseph later lived in Nanoose Bay and kept these diaries.

My Great-Aunt Mary eventually donated the diary to the Royal BC Museum.

I have been able to have the diary scanned into a PDF, and I am working from the handwritten cursive to create a hand-printed transcription.

I'm doing this because handwriting from 1881 can be difficult to read — and I want these observations to be accessible to people who don't have the opportunity to sit with the original pages.

There is so much more in these pages

Joseph's diary isn't a complete record of British Columbia.

It is one person's perspective.

But perhaps that's the point.

History isn't one giant story.

It is made from millions of small observations.

A person plants an apple tree.

Someone repairs a fishing line.

A boat goes to the point.

Dogfish scraps go into the garden.

Herring come into the bay.

Someone writes it down.

And then 145 years later, another generation reads it and asks:

What was this place like?

What lived here?

What did people notice?

What have we changed?

And perhaps:

What can we learn before those observations disappear?

To the teachers, scientists, historians and researchers of BC:

I hope you'll look at these pages not simply as an old family diary, but as one small window into the living landscape and waters of British Columbia in 1881.

Maybe somewhere in these ordinary sentences is information that can help us understand an extraordinary amount about the past.

Because sometimes, the people who were keeping the records didn't know they were recording history.

They were just writing down what they saw.

And sometimes, 145 years later, we finally understand why it mattered. πŸŒŠπŸŸπŸ“–

More excerpts from Joseph Enos's diary will be posted as I continue working through the pages.

Gr. Grandpa Joseph Enos Diary March 1881

 An Excerpt from My Great-Grandfather’s Diary πŸ“–

I’m sharing excerpts from my Great-Grandfather’s diary. They may not always appear in chronological order, so please bear with me as I work through them.

He lived in Nanoose Bay, on Notch Hill, and his diary gives us a glimpse into our family’s life and history.

My Great-Great-Grandfather came from the Azores to Victoria in 1862. He later married my Songhees Great-Great-Grandmother in 1876, the same year the federal Indian Act was enacted.

The diary belonged to my Great-Grandfather. My Great-Aunt Mary eventually donated it to the Royal BC Museum. I was able to have it scanned into a PDF, and I’ve also been working from the handwritten cursive to create a hand-printed transcription so that we can actually read his words.

It feels pretty special to be able to bring these pages back into the family story, more than a century later.

More excerpts to come. ❤️


First Book — March 1881

March

  1. Brought dogfish scraps home to put in the garden

  2. Digging for apple trees.
    Father grafting

  3. Grafting

  4. Took boat to point

  5. Father is grafting

  6. "

  7. Planting apple trees

  8. Planting fruit trees

  9. I sawed wood, then repairing boat

  10. Fixing fishing line

  11. Sawing wood

  12. FCD

  13. [unclear] came in the Bay

  14. [unclear] the dogfish

  15. Fixing the fish line

  16. Put the fish line in the water
    Brought home the oxen

  17. Hauling home wood

  18. FCD

  19. Repairing a fence at the beach

  20. Repairing a fence at the beach

  21. Plant the beach garden

  22. Blue grouse came in

  23. Found Browneys calf dead

  24. I went to the point

  25. Father sent a letter to Frank Bilboa

  26. Raing Day

  27. Herring came in the bay
    the second time

  28. Sowing onion seeds

  29. Fine Clear Weather

  30. Planting at the spit

TA-DA! 2.5 MILLION VIEWS!

 πŸ˜πŸ€—πŸ©·πŸ’πŸŽ‰πŸŽŠ

TA-DA! 2.5 MILLION VIEWS!

Well… look what happened! πŸ˜³πŸ’«

My blog has now reached 2,502,110 total views! πŸŽ‰

That’s 2.5 MILLION times someone, somewhere, stopped by to read something I wrote.

I just want to say THANK YOU to every single reader, follower, curious passerby, longtime supporter, and person who shared a post along the way. ❤️

I started writing because I had things to say — about art, travel, the environment, social issues, history, life and all the strange, wonderful things that happen along the way.

And apparently, you’ve been listening. 😊

2.5 million.
I think I’m allowed a little TA-DA! moment. πŸ₯³

Thank you for being here.
Here’s to the next million! 🌎✨

— Tina / Zipolita


10 reflective questions

What makes you stop and read something when you’re scrolling?

Do you remember the first blog or online story that really stayed with you?

What subjects do you find yourself returning to again and again?

Has something you read online ever changed the way you see the world?

Do you think storytelling can still make a difference in an increasingly noisy world?

What makes you trust a writer or creator?

Have you ever followed someone’s work for years and watched their life or perspective evolve?

What would you write about if you knew a million people might read it?

Do numbers like views and followers matter to you, or is reaching even one person enough?

After 2.5 million views, I have to ask: what should I write about next?


 #ThankYouReaders #BloggingJourney #CreativeJourney #Storytelling #WritersLife #Milestone #Gratitude #KeepCreating #TinaWinterlik

Thank you for reading my blog!


We Built a Machine Without a Heart

 

We Built a Machine Without a Heart

A friend of mine has been dealing with the Government of Canada for months and months over a surviving spouse pension.

She has filled out forms. She has called. She has provided documents. She has answered the same questions again and again.

And now she has been given another six-page form, asking for much of the same information and documents all over again.

She still doesn't know whether she will receive the pension.

And I have to wonder: where is the human being in all of this?

I hope there is one.

Because if it's anything like trying to find a job these days, we already know what it feels like to send your life, your experience and your information into a system where a computer may decide your fate before a human being ever looks at you.

We have built incredibly sophisticated machines.

But somehow, we've forgotten that people aren't machines.

People grieve. People get tired. People get confused. People lose documents. People make mistakes. People need someone to explain things to them instead of sending them another form.

And here's the part that really gets me:

We pay for these systems.

People work their entire lives and pay billions of dollars in taxes. We fund governments, departments, programs, pensions and services.

Yet when someone actually needs help, they can find themselves being passed through a complicated, impersonal system that feels less like being helped and more like being processed.

And the people working inside these systems may be just as exhausted.

They're overworked. They're dealing with enormous caseloads. They're following procedures created somewhere above them. They may desperately want to help but have very little room to actually do so.

So perhaps the problem isn't that the people are heartless.

Perhaps we've created a heartless machine and put tired human beings inside it.

That's what we've done to so many parts of modern life.

More automation. More forms. More passwords. More portals. More algorithms. More “your request has been received.”

But fewer opportunities to simply talk to another human being who can look at your situation and say:

“I understand. Let's figure this out.”

That shouldn't be too much to ask.

Especially after someone dies.

Especially when someone is already grieving.

Especially when the people asking for help are the very people who have spent their lives paying for the system to be there when they need it.

We can build artificial intelligence.

We can build machines that see, speak, calculate and learn.

Surely we can also build government services that remember that there is a human heart on the other side of the paperwork.

Because somewhere along the way, we've confused efficiency with humanity.

And we shouldn't have to choose.


10 hard questions

When you design an automated government system, do you actually run scenarios involving grief, bereavement and cognitive overload—or do you test only whether the form technically works?

What happens when the person filling out the form is grieving so intensely that remembering dates, finding documents and answering repetitive questions becomes genuinely difficult?

Do programmers and policymakers consider grief a risk factor when designing benefits systems? Grief can affect sleep, concentration, memory, decision-making and the ability to cope.

What happens when the person who has died was financially supporting the surviving person? Is the system designed to understand that waiting three months for money isn't simply an administrative inconvenience?

How many times should a grieving person have to submit the same information before the government takes responsibility for finding what it already has?

Does anyone test these systems by putting real people through them while they are exhausted, grieving and financially frightened—not just by testing whether the software produces the correct result?

What happens when bureaucracy itself becomes the thing pushing a vulnerable person closer to the edge? Who is accountable for that outcome?

Do the people in charge measure how long people wait for money against what that waiting actually means in their lives—rent, food, medication, transportation and basic survival?

If an automated system rejects, delays or repeatedly requests information, is there a clear and immediate path to a human being who can actually look at the circumstances?

To the people responsible for designing these systems: what are you doing that is genuinely helpful to a grieving person—and how do you know it is helping?


#GriefMatters #Bereavement #HumanCenteredDesign #GovernmentServices #SurvivingSpouse #PensionDelays #Automation #PublicServices #MentalHealthMatters #PutPeopleFirst



Thursday, September 3, 2026

Where Did All the Senior Officials Go?

 Where Did All the Senior Officials Go?

Part 3 of 12 — Vancouver City Hall: Following the Paper Trail

Something has been happening at Vancouver City Hall that is difficult to ignore.

Senior people have been leaving.

That doesn't automatically mean something is wrong.

People retire.

People resign.

People are recruited elsewhere.

Administrations change.

Departments are reorganized.

Sometimes governments and senior executives simply decide they are no longer a good fit.

All of that is normal.

But when several senior positions change within a relatively short period of time — particularly positions with significant statutory, regulatory or administrative responsibilities — it's reasonable for citizens to ask:

What's happening?

And that's what we're going to look at.

Not rumours.

Not assumptions.

The timeline.


Let's start with the departures we can document.

2023 — Donnie Rosa

Donnie Rosa left his position as Vancouver's General Manager of Parks, Recreation and Culture in 2023.

Rosa had been a prominent senior City official and had served in the position during a period of major debate over parks, public space and municipal services.

His departure was publicly reported.


2023 — Theresa O'Donnell

Theresa O'Donnell, Vancouver's General Manager of Planning, also departed in 2023.

Again, a senior position.

Again, a major City department.

Again, a personnel change that matters because planning decisions affect virtually every Vancouver resident.


2025 — Paul Mochrie

Then came the departure of City Manager Paul Mochrie.

This one attracted considerably more attention.

The City Manager is effectively the senior administrative leader of the municipal government.

Mochrie's departure was handled through an agreed separation arrangement, rather than simply being described as an ordinary retirement.

The City subsequently released information about his separation agreement.

And soon afterward, Vancouver appointed Donny van Dyk as the new City Manager.

That raises legitimate questions about how Vancouver's most senior administrative position is managed.

But again:

A negotiated separation isn't evidence of wrongdoing.

We need to know what happened before deciding what it means.


2026 — More senior positions change

Then came a series of departures involving positions that are particularly interesting from a governance perspective.

Katrina Leckovic

Leckovic served as Vancouver's City Clerk.

The City Clerk's office isn't simply another administrative department.

It has important responsibilities relating to Council, legislative administration and elections.


Tina Penney

Tina Penney served as Deputy City Clerk and Director of Legislative Operations.

These are positions that sit close to the machinery of democratic government itself.

Both Leckovic and Penney left their positions in 2026 and were subsequently replaced.

The public explanation for personnel changes has been limited.

And that's where councillors began publicly questioning what was happening.


Pete Fry asked questions.

Green Councillor Pete Fry publicly questioned the departures and said he had not been given a compelling explanation for why Leckovic, Penney and Chief Building Official Saul Schwebs were no longer in their positions.

That's a statement from an elected councillor.

It is not proof that the departures were improper.

But it is evidence that there was disagreement among elected officials about how much information they were receiving.

And that's worth paying attention to.


Then there's Saul Schwebs.

Schwebs was Vancouver's Chief Building Official.

That position carries an important public-safety responsibility.

Building codes aren't abstract political arguments.

They concern whether buildings are designed and constructed in ways that protect the people who live and work inside them.

And Schwebs had publicly raised concerns about Single Egress Stair / Space Efficient Stair provisions.

His concern was that allowing certain residential buildings to rely on a single stair could increase life-safety risks by reducing alternatives for emergency evacuation and response.

Council ultimately approved the use of these stair configurations.

And in 2026, Schwebs left his position.


Is there a connection?

This is where we need to be extremely careful.

It's tempting to draw a straight line:

Schwebs raised safety concerns → Council approved the change → Schwebs left.

But a sequence is not proof of causation.

We don't currently have evidence proving that Schwebs left because of the single-stair issue.

There could be another explanation entirely.

So we're not going to claim one.

Instead, we're going to ask:

What happened?

Why did it happen?

Who made the decision?

Was Council involved?

Was there a separation agreement?

What does the City say?

And what information is still unavailable?

Those are reasonable questions.


Why does senior turnover matter?

Here's the bigger issue.

A municipal government isn't just a mayor and council.

There is an enormous amount of institutional knowledge sitting inside the professional public service.

People learn:

How the organization works.

Where the files are.

Why previous decisions were made.

Which mistakes have already been made.

Which policies have failed.

Which recommendations were never implemented.

Which agreements contain unusual provisions.

Which departments depend upon which others.

When senior officials leave, that knowledge can leave with them.

Sometimes fresh leadership is exactly what an organization needs.

Sometimes continuity is equally important.

The public has a legitimate interest in understanding which is happening.


And remember Part 1.

We started this series with the $6 million in 2025 severance agreements.

We aren't claiming that these senior departures account for that entire amount.

We don't know that.

That's exactly what we want to find out.

If the City has paid substantial severance to departing senior officials, the public should be able to understand:

Who received it?

How much?

Under what authority?

Why?

Was the payment required by an employment contract?

Was it negotiated?

Was it approved by Council?

And what did taxpayers receive in return?

Those are not unreasonable questions about public money.


And remember Part 2.

We also talked about QuickFind, Vancouver's old public employee directory.

Again, we're not claiming it was removed to conceal anything.

It was an old system.

It needed modernization.

But without a modern replacement, tracking changes in the City's workforce becomes harder.

And that makes today's question more difficult to answer:

Who is actually running Vancouver?

Not politically.

Administratively.

Who holds the positions?

Who makes recommendations?

Who administers Council's decisions?

Who oversees public safety?

Who manages public property?

Who administers elections?

Who handles procurement?

And when those people leave...

Who replaces them?


This is where our investigation gets interesting.

Because the next posts aren't going to simply list names.

We're going to start examining the positions themselves.

What authority do they have?

Who appoints them?

Who can remove them?

What does the Vancouver Charter say?

What does Council control?

What does the Mayor control?

And what should the public reasonably expect to know?

Because sometimes the most important story isn't who left.

It's what powers that position carried — and who now holds them.


A note to readers

We are deliberately not calling this a "purge."

That word implies motive.

We don't know the motive.

We're also not saying the departures were illegal, improper or politically motivated.

We don't know that either.

We're doing something much simpler:

We're building a public record.

And if the evidence eventually shows that these were completely ordinary personnel changes, we'll say so.

If the evidence raises further questions, we'll say that too.

If we've got something wrong, we'll correct it.

That's how this series is going to work.


Your homework — if you're curious. πŸ€ͺ

Look at the City's own records.

Look at Council minutes.

Look at old City reports.

Look at the Vancouver Charter.

Look at the Auditor General's reports.

Look at the FOI releases.

Look at reputable journalism from different perspectives.

And then ask yourself:

Does this look like ordinary turnover — or is something unusual happening at Vancouver City Hall?

You don't have to agree with us.

Do your own research.

Bring what you find.

We'll keep following the paper trail together.

Because these are public institutions.

And we're not just spectators.

We are witnesses.

Part 4: Who Watches the Watchers? — The City Clerk, the Deputy City Clerk and the machinery of municipal democracy.

#Vancouver #CityHall #Accountability #Transparency #MunicipalGovernment #PublicService #CivicPolitics #FollowThePaperTrail #DoYourOwnResearch #WeAreWitnesses

65 Years of 1450 Chestnut — and Me ❤️

 65 Years of 1450 Chestnut — and Me ❤️

I just realized something that made me laugh…

I've lived on and off at 1450 Chestnut Street in Kitsilano since 1997. For the last few years, I kept telling people the building was 62 years old.

Then the other day I realized I'm turning 65 — and so is the building! πŸ˜‚

So apparently we need to have a birthday party. πŸŽ‚

What's especially interesting is that when 1450 Chestnut was built, a high-rise like this was controversial in Kitsilano. It was a very different neighbourhood then, and this big apartment tower stood out among the lower buildings.

And now look at our neighbour Sen̓Γ‘αΈ΅w.

Talk about how Vancouver has changed.

I've lived through so many changes here: repiping, new carpets, new elevators, the pool being repaired more than once, and the roof being redone twice.

And then there was the jackhammering of the outside stucco off. 😬πŸ€ͺ

There have been fires, changing neighbours, countless new faces and, sadly, people who have passed away here.

And I've watched the rents change from $630 in 1997, to $825 in 2004, to $925 in 2007. Today, apartments here can be around $2,000 or more.

But this isn't just my story.

There are 215 suites in this building, meaning hundreds of people have called this place home over the years. Some may have lived here for a few months, others for decades.

So I'm thinking…

What if we collect the stories?

I'm going to do some research into the history of 1450 Chestnut — when it was built, who designed it, what Kitsilano was like back then, why the building was controversial, old photographs, renovations and the changes this building has gone through.

But I'd love to hear from the people who actually lived here.

Did you live at 1450 Chestnut? Do you still live here? Did your parents or grandparents?

Tell me your stories.
Tell me what you remember.
And if you have old photographs, I'd love to see them.

Maybe we'll create a little history of our big green building together.

1450 Chestnut & Me: 65 Years Young. ❤️

And if I'm in Mexico when the birthday rolls around… somebody else will have to bring the cake. πŸ˜‚πŸ‡²πŸ‡½

Gr.Grandpa Joseph Enos Book 2January 1883

 

Book 2

January 1, 1883

Clear and cold
Burning logs 10 pm Mild

We had a good New Year dinner. No one called.

My hight is five feet
my weight is 1021bs

Father ways 140lbs

Mr. McDougall ways 155lbs

January 2

Cloudy and the appearance of snow. Making firewood.
6 pm Light snow

January 3

Cloudy all day

11am I took a letter for Mr. Kenny and a paper addressed to Rev. Father Lemmons. J R Wiles to

January 3 — continued

to be taken to Nanaimo P.O.
Mr. Wale [?] and I returned about 4 o'clock. R. Wiles remained with us all night.

January 4

Weather very mild

10 am I went to the head of the bay and brought Maggie the cow home.

2 pm Took Mr. Wiles across in the boat

Pm. the appearance of snow

January 5

January Raining. At home
patching Mr. Dougall cut my hair.

January 6

Father and I went out hunting
Father brought the oxen home
I brought the colts home

January 6 — continued

Johny Hoist got Father to help drive the cattle to Nanaimo

January 7

January 8

Rain all Day. At home

January 9

Mild and light rain. Father went to Englishman River to drive the cattle

Father returned about 4 o'clock
the river being too high to cross

Cleaning the chicken house and cutting fire wood

January 10

Fine Clear Day (FCD) Brought home the oxen and haul logs

January 11

FCD. 10 o'clock Johny Hoist came with 2 horses and Father went to E. M. River to help drive cattle to Nanaimo

Gr Grandpa John Enos Diary 1881 cont 2

 

June 1881

1 Ploughing at the bottom

2 "

3 "

4 "

5 -

6 Weeding at the spit

7 Ploughing

8 Rainy weather

9 Raining

10 "

11 Healing potatoes at the spit

12

13 Ploughing at the bottom

14 Ploughing

15 Drilling holes for potato bottom

16 Planting potato bottom

17 Planting carrots at the bottom

18 Sewing Turnips

19

20 Transplanting cabbage

21 "

22 Father went to Nanaimo *

returned from Nanaimo *

23

24

25

26

27 Drove cattle to Wellington

28 Sewing turnips at the bottom

29 Sewing turnips bottom

30 Sewing turnips

July 1881

2 Warm weather Weeding

No Entries after until 1883

I think because his mother *(Songhees)

Tares[a] Eliza Enos
Died Oct. 4, 1882

(Page 63 or 64 in Diary)

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Goodbye QuickFind: Who Works for the City?

Goodbye QuickFind: Who Works for the City?

Part 2 of 12 — Vancouver City Hall: Following the Paper Trail

Remember when you could look up City of Vancouver employees online?

For decades, Vancouver had something called QuickFind — a public employee directory that dated back to the 1990s.

It wasn't glamorous.

It wasn't cutting-edge.

And by 2024, it was almost certainly showing its age.

So let's start by saying something important:

I don't think replacing a 1990s-era website is suspicious.

Technology changes.

People change jobs.

Departments are reorganized.

Links break.

Information becomes outdated.

A public employee directory that began life in 1996 was obviously going to need a serious overhaul eventually.

But here's where I start asking questions.

If QuickFind was obsolete, why wasn't it replaced?

On June 24, 2024, public access to the City's QuickFind employee directory disappeared.

And according to reporting and FOI material, the City subsequently faced requests for information about its staff directory.

So instead of asking:

"Why did City Hall secretly delete QuickFind?"

I'd rather ask:

"Why did Vancouver retire an outdated public directory without creating a modern replacement?"

That's a very different question.

And I think it's a fair one.


Why does an employee directory matter?

At first glance, this might sound trivial.

Who cares if you can't search for the name of some City bureaucrat?

Well...

We should.

A city government is made up of thousands of people.

There are planners.

Engineers.

Building officials.

Procurement officers.

Real estate specialists.

Clerks.

Bylaw officers.

Managers.

Directors.

General managers.

People making recommendations to Council.

People administering decisions made by Council.

People responsible for public safety.

People handling public money.

People responding to Freedom of Information requests.

And people whose names most citizens will never know.

That's normal.

Government has to function through a professional civil service.

But democracy also depends on citizens being able to figure out:

Who is responsible for what?


Think about what happens when someone disappears from the directory.

Imagine you're a journalist.

You wrote about a City department six months ago.

You knew who the director was.

Now something goes wrong.

You go looking for that person.

They're no longer listed.

Was the position eliminated?

Did they retire?

Were they transferred?

Did they resign?

Were they dismissed?

Was the department reorganized?

Who replaced them?

When did the change happen?

Without a public directory, one simple piece of public information becomes harder to establish.

You may have to search old Council reports.

News stories.

Archived documents.

FOI records.

LinkedIn.

Departmental pages.

And sometimes none of those will give you the answer.


And this becomes especially interesting right now.

Vancouver has experienced a number of significant senior staff departures in recent years.

The City Manager changed.

The City Clerk changed.

The Deputy City Clerk changed.

The Chief Building Official changed.

Other senior positions have also changed hands.

Those aren't necessarily suspicious.

People leave government.

Organizations reorganize.

New administrations bring new priorities.

That's democracy and administration.

But when there is significant turnover at the same time that the public's easiest way of seeing the City's organizational structure disappears...

Well...

It makes tracking those changes harder.

That's simply a fact.

And that's why I think the QuickFind story belongs in this series.


This isn't about nostalgia for an old website.

In fact, I'd argue the opposite.

Vancouver should have something better than QuickFind.

Imagine a modern, searchable public directory showing:

Name

Position

Department

Responsibilities

Official contact information

Date appointed

Date position changed

Current status

And perhaps links to relevant Council reports or departmental pages.

That wouldn't be a step backward.

It would be a huge improvement.

It could actually make City Hall more transparent than it was in 1999.

So why don't we have that?

That's the question I'd like answered.


There's another piece to this.

Freedom of Information exists partly because governments hold information that the public needs to be able to access.

But FOI should not have to be the first stop for basic information about who works for the government.

If a member of the public wants to know who the City's Chief Building Official is, that shouldn't require an FOI request.

If a journalist wants to know who heads a City department, that shouldn't require an FOI request.

If citizens want to understand who is responsible for a particular decision, they should be able to find that information easily.

Transparency shouldn't be an obstacle course.


And here's where I want to be especially fair to City Hall.

Maybe there is a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Maybe the old system was expensive.

Maybe it was insecure.

Maybe it was technically impossible to maintain.

Maybe the City was building a replacement that hasn't materialized yet.

Maybe there are privacy considerations.

Maybe there are other legitimate reasons we haven't considered.

If so, great.

Tell us.

Show us.

Explain it.

Because that's exactly what transparency is supposed to do.


What we know

QuickFind was old.

QuickFind was publicly accessible.

It disappeared from the City's website in 2024.

The City has subsequently dealt with FOI requests concerning its employee directory.

And today, it is harder for an ordinary member of the public to use the old-style directory to see who works for Vancouver.

Those are the facts.


What we DON'T know

We don't know that QuickFind was removed to conceal staff changes.

We don't know that its removal was connected to the $6 million in severance payments.

We don't know that City Hall intended to make journalists' work more difficult.

And we shouldn't claim any of those things without evidence.

That's not how we're doing this series.

We're following the paper trail.


So here's the question for Vancouver:

If the old public employee directory was no longer good enough...

Where is the new one?

And if there isn't one:

Why not?

Because perhaps the most transparent solution would be incredibly simple:

Build a better QuickFind.

Give the public a current, searchable window into their own municipal government.

And let people see who is there, who is responsible for what, and when the structure changes.

That doesn't belong to one political party.

It belongs to all of us.


Your turn.

Do you remember using QuickFind?

Did you use it for work, journalism, research, contacting City staff, or just curiosity?

Do you think Vancouver should have a modern public employee directory?

And what information do you think should be public?

Let's talk about it around the water cooler. ☕πŸ€ͺ

And please — don't just agree with me.

Check the sources. Do your own research.

If you find something I've missed, tell me.

If the City has a good explanation, let's hear it.

If you have documents, bring them forward.

Because this series isn't about telling people what to think.

It's about making it easier for people to see.

Part 3: Where Did All the Senior Officials Go?

#Vancouver #CityHall #QuickFind #Transparency #Accountability #FOI #MunicipalGovernment #CivicEngagement #PublicInformation #FollowThePaperTrail


Gr Grandpa Joseph Enos Diary 1881 Cont

 

March 1881

29 Sowing onion seeds

30 Fine Clear Weather

31 Planting at the spit

April 1881

1 Ploughing at the spit

2 Brought J[unclear] home with a calf

3 [unclear]

4 Brought [unclear]

5 Mother went to Nanaimo

6 Sowing peas at the spit

7 Rainy Day

8 Brought Mr Beachums cow calf home

9 Planting potatoes at the spit

10 [unclear]

11 Ploughing its well yard

12 Rainy Day

13 Ploughing for the Indians

14 Father took Mr Beachums cow to Wellington

15 FCD

16 I went to Nanaimo

17 At Nanaimo

18 "

19 I returned from Nanaimo

Rainy weather

20 Father went to E. M. Rei[unclear]

21 Rainy

22 Plant potatoes at the spit

23 FCD

24 Fine Day

25 Fine

26 Bring home dogfish scraps from point for manure

27 Rainy Weather

28 Fine Day

29 Planting beans at point

30 Sowing oats by the [unclear] house