Wednesday, April 20, 2011

At this moment...

It's been awhile since I've blogged. Life is hectic, even though I am finished CreComm. (I was foolish to think that things would slow down once school ended. I am still extremely busy and even far more exhausted than I've ever been in my life. I think the last two years have officially caught up with me!)

I've been meaning to blog, but I keep putting it off because I don't have anything clever or witty to say. To be honest, I am just so happy right now; my life is becoming something that I never thought it would be...There is a light at the end of the tunnel!

I don't want to sound cheesy or like I'm bragging, but life is good and I worked damn hard to get where I am. Right now I am relishing in it.

My work placement at HOT 103 is coming closer to an end, which means I am on the hunt for a job! I'm so excited (and a little bit scared) for this next chapter in my life, because I am comfortable right now, and because I never thought I'd be able to do what I love for a living.

Now that CreComm is actually over, the sky really is the limit...

I will continue to blog, so please keep my on your blog-lists. (I promise, the next post will be better, I swear!)

Monday, April 4, 2011

Dirty Downtown



It's the heart of this prairie city; the centre hub with veins leading to all four corners of what is known as urban sprawl. It's a place where beggars stand on street corners holding out their hats, or battered Tim Hortons cups, in the hopes that somebody will spare a little dignity. It's a place where the sidewalks are littered with spit and piss and millions of cigarette butts, and where trendy cafes set up shop next to dilapidated buildings that once-upon-a-time ago used to be glorious and hold so much promise. It's business in the afternoon and fear and paranoia after 6 p.m.

It's downtown Winnipeg.

On Graham Street the busses flow steadily during the afternoon peak hours. The bus stops are crowded with all kinds of people, waiting for the number 16, 18, 33, and so on...to get them safely out of the dirty strip. Most of the people downtown are just passing through anyway, only a handful actually stay.

Nobody makes eye contact. Instead, people literally look off into nothing, just to make sure they don't accidentally catch someone else's eye.

The hierarchy of downtown dwellers is evident as workers with name badges and swipe cards on lanyards walk in pairs and groups with their Starbucks coffees, ignoring the vagrants and avoiding the clusters of teenagers. They make idle chatter as the sound of pebbles crunch under their feet. Everything in downtown is dirty, especially now that the snow is gone and the sidewalks are adorned with soggy cigarette butts and garbage.

At the edge of downtown is the Bay; it stands erect at six glorious stories of classic architecture and boasts childhood memories from all Winnipeggers of all living generations. It is arguably one of Winnipeg's most patriotic symbols, because it has always been there. The Bay is the only place in downtown that represents what used to be and what could have been. While the rest of downtown crumbled in failure, it is still timeless for the throngs of white-haired ladies that gather to shop for high quality wears.

However, even the Bay in all of it's glory isn't enough to breathe life into the sluggish strip.

Yes, during the day there is nothing still about downtown Winnipeg, but it certainly isn't a proud metro gathering spot where people flock. It used to beat with the pulse of life, but now it is weak and old and terminally ill. It seems hopeless to try and fix it, people like their suburban homes and cars too much.

Downtown.