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The Bright-er Side: Local travel

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Illustration of Gondola cars going up cables with snowy mountains in the background.
ILLUSTRATION: Victoria Lo / The Peak

By: Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor

With work, school, and a variety of other commitments, who has the time to take a month-long trip to Europe? Even finding a week to chill on a tropical beach can be difficult, which is why setting aside a few days for local travel can do wonders for a mental reset. Chances are, if you’re looking for a short break mid-semester, you won’t be able to hop off the plane at LAX. A long weekend is much better suited to enjoying the natural beauty offered by a quick stay on Clayoquot Sound

Imagine this: you wake up, peel open the blinds, and enjoy a coffee on the balcony while taking in the majestic view of Cwítima/Kacwítima (Líl̓wat language) or Skwik̲w (Sḵwx̱wú7mesh language), otherwise known as Whistler Mountain. You don’t even have to drive here — a 2–3 hour shuttle ride can land you in this ski town that rivals places like Banff and Aspen. Some of the best adventures can be held in our own backyard! 

There’s no better place to visit than Salt Spring Island when you’re craving a quaint, cozy weekend getaway. SYOW̱T (Ganges Harbour) is home to most of the island’s restaurants, markets, and shops, while Tl’elhum (St. Mary Lake) and Ts’uween (Mount Tuam) can be found farther inland.

Regardless of where you go, travelling is always a fun experience. For less stress and more rest, keep your journeys close to home and visit a local gem! 

What Grinds Our Gears: Packing for a local getaway

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Illustration of someone looking frustratedly at a calendar with all the days crossed off. They are holding a full to-do list.
ILLUSTRATION: Cliff Ebora / The Peak

By: Hailey Miller, Staff Writer

I love a nice, local stay-cation. There’s nothing better than being a tourist in your own town. What really gets me, though, is that no matter where I go I still have to pack. Who has time for that? Don’t even get me started on international adventures — packing for a quick trip to Vancouver Island, Skwelk̓wélt (Sun Peaks), or Skwiḵw (Whistler Mountain) is bad enough. 

Firstly, since the weather changes in the blink of an eye it makes me question what I even need to pack. Do I pack a swimsuit to take a dip in the ocean, and a parka for the same trip just in case a sudden cold snap of blustery winds makes its debut on the shoreline? What about the mountains? Sure, they’re full of snow and cold in the winter, but that doesn’t mean I should forget sunscreen! Not to mention if I hit the slopes in the summer I better prepare for quite the heat rush and more mosquitoes than a swamp. Bug spray, packed away, anyone? 

I need a separate suitcase for every season, which is applicable for every stay-cation. As a lifelong last-minute packer, I never know what kind of curveball is going to be thrown my way, so I pack it all, or not nearly enough to get through the first day of my getaway. Who thought they’d need to rent a U-Haul just for all the excessive packing? I might as well bring everything but the kitchen sink!

Volunteers prevented from entering CRAB Park amidst street sweeps

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This is a photo of CRAB Park tent spaces.
PHOTO: Amirul Anirban / The Peak

By: Hannah Fraser, News Writer

Content warning: description of police violence.

According to local advocates, “The Vancouver Park Board is creating a daily exclusive ‘work-zone’ around the encampment at CRAB Park, preventing volunteers and media from entering.” The work zone has been established since the week of June 10, amidst ongoing street sweeps happening across Vancouver for years. Recent escalations have involved park rangers dismantling residents’ homes and seizing their belongings, following Park Board bylaws newly established in April. These bylaws say CRAB Park residents are permitted to shelter there overnight but must take down their shelters in the morning by 7:00 a.m. unless they’re in the designated area, which is scaled to fit 14 residents. 

Items park rangers have confiscated include “blankets, clothing, tarps, potted plants, a memorial wreath, spice rack, and first aid supplies to a dog’s water bowl and cultural carving tools,” said local advocates in a press release. “They open or enter tents without a 24-hour written notice, and residents have been threatened with eviction if they swear.” 

Local advocates report that “rangers have become increasingly heavy-handed in enforcing [the] new set of bylaws,” now introducing daily work zones. Three CRAB Park advocates said they have been shoved by police or rangers, with one volunteer stating they were pushed by an officer telling them to “move back or we do this another way.” 

Another volunteer recounted their experience on June 13: “I moved to where [the police officer] gestured . . . But he got in my face, his lip curled, he snarled, ‘You just want to make trouble,’ and grabbed my arm and shoved me toward a different set of garbage bins.” The Peak corresponded with Fiona York, a volunteer and advocate for CRAB Park residents, for more information on the ongoing street sweeps. York noted park rangers have also tried to seize a volunteer’s bike. The volunteer had to get on the bike while the rangers tried to pull it from her so she could keep it.

York expressed she encountered “one of the most horrifying things” at the street sweeps — rangers seizing “a memorial wreath for one of the residents who had passed away.” The recent work zone prevents volunteers from intervening in incidents like this and standing up for park residents.

“They just don’t want that visibility of homelessness, the visible poverty. They’re just wanting to sweep that away.” — Fiona York, advocate for CRAB Park residents

York said the park rangers are quick to “criminalize and make people into bad people for wanting to have their own little space,” which pushes residents into situations where they are “more vulnerable.” She recalled one instance where a resident was speaking loudly about the rangers and happened to spill some liquid out of a bottle she was holding. She was arrested for assault, as they alleged she was purposely throwing liquid at them.

York estimated that “the money the city has spent related to the CRAB Park encampment, which was set up in May 2021, is more than $1 million.” This includes a “$660,000 grant from the Union of BC Municipalities to fund temporary rangers,” and various services from the Park Board, sanitation department, city, and police.

York said a tiny home community could be built in two months, with one tiny home costing roughly $6,250 monthly to operate. She suggested the money spent on street sweeps could have been better used to build ten tiny homes. Vancouver’s first “tiny shelter” project was “a collection of 10 single-room structures on a former parking lot on a city-owned property on Terminal Avenue,” which residents moved into in December last year.

The City said, “The shared goal of the Park Board and the City is to support those sheltering outdoors to come inside.” During the winter months Vancouver shelters are often full and faced with turning people away from shelter space. CRAB Park residents also express their desire for their own spaces with a lock on the door, but the street sweeps continue to be funded. 

“They just don’t want that visibility of homelessness, the visible poverty,” said York referring to the city. “They’re just wanting to sweep that away.”

The Peak reached out to the Park Board for more information, but did not receive a response by the publication deadline.

Hidden Gems: Bars, breweries, and more for your summer nights out

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Photo of one of the listed businesses
PHOTO: Amrit Kamaal / The Peak

By: Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor

Rocky Point Spirits 

2805 Murray St., Port Moody 
Open Sunday–Thursday 12:00 p.m.–10:00 p.m. and Friday–Saturday 12:00 p.m.–12:00 a.m. 

Rocky Point Spirits is probably not a hidden gem for those located in the Tri-Cities, but it’s a must-try regardless of where you live in the Lower Mainland. For those looking to enjoy the brewery vibe without drinking a beer, Rocky Point Spirits is your place. Sip on a classic cosmopolitan or try their passionfruit vodka tea, all while watching the sun set from their patio overlooking Rocky Point. It’s not only a staple on Port Moody’s Brewery Row, but also a great place to grab drinks at the end of a sunny summer’s day. 

The Wise Hall & Lounge 

1882 Adanac St., Vancouver 
Open Monday–Thursday 5:00 p.m.–1:00 a.m., Friday–Saturday 5:00 p.m.–2:00 a.m., and Sundays 5:00 p.m.–12:00 a.m. 

The Wise Hall is an intimate concert hall that hosts various forms of live entertainment. It’s a great local spot that features musicians from Vancouver and beyond. If you’re looking for a more relaxing experience, they also have a basement lounge where you can enjoy a cool drink. This hall, however, isn’t just for live music and entertainment — you can book their venue for virtually any event. They recently hosted a fundraising concert series featuring Vancouver-based artists such as Queer as Funk and Spendo. Help save a local gem by stopping by The Wise! Take a look at who they’re hosting next on do604.com.  

Gillnetter Pub 

1864 Argue St., Port Coquitlam
Open Monday–Wednesday 11:00 a.m.–10:00 p.m., Thursday–Friday 11:00 a.m.–11:00 p.m., Saturdays 10:00 a.m.–11:00 p.m., and Sundays 10:00 a.m.–10:00 p.m. 

Overlooking stal̕əw̓ (Fraser River) is the Gillnetter Pub, a neighbourhood joint for those located in the South Port Coquitlam area. With a spacious outdoor dining area and walls plastered with decorative nets and anchors, this pub truly commits to their nautical theme. They have a special deal every day of the week for guests to consider. On Thursdays, they have wings priced at $0.50 each from 3:00 p.m. to closing. Come for their happy hour, stay for the sunset on the river! 

Finch & Barley  

250 1st St. E, North Vancouver 
Open Tuesday–Thursday 5:00 p.m.–11:00 p.m. and Friday–Saturday 5:00 p.m.–1:00 a.m. 

For a cozy, non-chaotic night out, try visiting Finch & Barley. During the daytime, this restaurant operates as a casual, Middle-Eastern-inspired eatery serving up halloumi tacos and lamb gravy poutine. However, at night, Finch & Barley becomes a quaint and upbeat hub for rotating DJs and live, local talent. Low-tone splashes of red decorate their dining space late at night as they serve up tangy rose lemon drop martinis and fizzy lavender gin sodas. Check out their events tab for more information on their upcoming performers. 

Cryptics of coffee shop Wi-Fi

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A person dressed like a detective in a coffee shop.
ILLUSTRATION: Aliya Nourlan / The Peak

By: Yasmin Hassan, Staff Writer

After a long day of classes, I roam downtown, looking for a place to sit and do some work. I’m walking with my AirPods in, canvas bag at my side, hurriedly searching for a welcoming café. I keep passing gentrified urban coffee shops with pale ceilings, cement floors, eco-friendly wood veneer, and glaring neon signs with obscure ‘90s movie references. Finally, I see my beacon of hope, the one that’s just right. 

Looking over the menu, I waver between options but finally decide. The barista is friendly, making small talk about the rush that had just finished. Sitting down, I make myself comfortable and sprawl out all my supplies, my laptop primed and ready for a furious writing session. I’m feeling . . . studious. Before I begin, I notice my Wi-Fi’s not connected. Ah, easy fix; this is a café. Surely, they have free guest Wi-Fi. Oh, it has a password, I think as I fixate my gaze on that vexatious little padlock that sits on the Wi-Fi symbol. 

My eyes wander as I look up at the walls of my surroundings, trying to see if there’s some sort of plaque or sign with the password. I inspect the tabletop for a note, and after seeing nothing on the long wooden counter, I inspect the bottom (just to make sure). I find chewed gum and stark disappointment. I see a sign taped down at the end of the counter, and I scoot over to find the password. Instead, I’m met with a chunky QR code that reads “scan for Wi-Fi,” so I whip out my phone and do just that. The site buffers and buffers and I can’t look away, like watching a toddler fall face first into sand. I snap out of my trance when the server collapses in on itself deciding I am not good enough for the Wi-Fi. Splendid! Just as I frantically searched for the café itself, I now seek its deepest darkest secret, which is apparently the Wi-Fi password. I dare not move from my seat as I cannot handle that sort of embarrassment — I just sat down and layed out my possessions! So, instead I try the age old guessing game.

I start wondering, is it their phone number? Maybe I’ll try that. Their email? Address number? Postal code? Is it the nice barista’s social security number? WHY DO I HAVE TO TRAVEL THE SEVEN SEAS, COMPLETE A MAPPED QUEST, AND UNCOVER AN ANCIENT SACRED
TEXT TO GET THIS GUEST WI-FI? To outsiders, I’m just admiring the floating planters that hang on the walls, but on the inside, I feel akin to an overly anxious detective. I’m deciphering the configuration of the rustic brick statement wall to see if there might be some sort of clue there. Perhaps it’s only accessible through Morse code. Yes! Maybe each time the espresso machine froths milk or signals a poured espresso, it corresponds to dots and dashes! That’s gotta be it.  
Unfortunately, I don’t have access to a Morse code translator. Is it time to swallow my pride along with my latte? I accept my defeat as a bead of sweat rolls down my forehead in the air-conditioned café, and I walk up to the barista. 
“Sorry to bug you, would you mind telling me the password to your Wi-Fi?”
“No problem, it’s ‘CoffeeLovers2012’!”
“Thanks so much.”
Alas, I have Wi-Fi, but at what cost? My dignity? My strife? All for naught, I fear. Never has the sweetest iced vanilla oat latte tasted so bitter.

How to Spend A Night at … The Shipyards

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PHOTO: Yasmin Hassan / The Peak

By: Yasmin Hassan, Staff Writer

When the monotonous heat and light of day subside into a warm summer night, where do the people go? One fond memory I have of last summer was spending my Friday nights in North Vancouver’s Lonsdale, immersing myself in The Shipyards Night Market. Coming back this year, it seemed like everyone had the same idea, because it was as bustling as ever! 

Walking into the outdoor space, you’re immediately greeted with the smell of fresh kettle corn and a gentle breeze that pecks your face with crisp sea air. Music surrounds you, whether it’s avidly booming from the main stage in the center, or from the food trucks while you wait in line. Speaking of which, let’s delve into the different delicacies they offered, shall we?

The market has quite a few food trucks to choose from. My friend and I started our culinary journey at Midnight Joe’s, where we got Lil Joe’s, consisting of two sliders and chips, which were perfect for sharing. Next, the sight of tacos from the Tex-Mex food truck Dos Amigos caught our attention, so we ordered three chicken tacos which were incredibly juicy and had the perfect kick of spice. Feeling parched, we embarked on a scavenger hunt for an ice-cold drink, finally finding a lemon-shaped stand that belonged to Lemon Heaven. After refreshing ourselves, we decided to end our savoury escapades with a classic dog from Street Dogs. All the while, songs performed by blues and rock stunner HB Wild were coming from the center stage, providing a groovy soundtrack for our exploration! (P.S. they have different performers every Friday!)

Sitting on the dock of the quay and admiring the people, the water, and the sounds of music playing softly far away, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend a Friday night!”

When it comes to vendors and stalls, you can find almost anything your heart desires: artisanal candles, handmade knick-knacks of all sorts, or even a delicious duck chili oil! They also host the Granville Flea Market, a pop-up vintage and thrifted clothing store. The whole place is chock-filled with rows of all kinds of stuff that is definitely worth checking out. 

One of the most interesting parts was walking through the local pop-up market presented by Made in the 604, which hosts over 50 small business vendors. Inside, we came across stalls like Connie’s Cravings and Cookies by John, both of which offer a variety of baked goods to quell a sweet tooth. Some retail vendors that caught my attention were Luna & Venus and Butterflies in Ballgowns who both offer high-quality, handmade, sustainable fashion pieces. I also found Bahoo Ceramic School and Lethal Lites Candles, each home to the most adorable selection of ceramic pieces and hand-poured soy candles, respectively. If I could, I would get a bit of everything!

A small bag of caramel kettle corn from Gary’s Kettle Corn to finish off the now cool summer evening was all that we needed. Sitting on the dock of the quay and admiring the people, the water, and the sounds of music playing softly far away, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend a Friday night! All of these establishments were open until late — around 10:00 p.m. — so there was plenty of time to enjoy. If you’re like me, looking for amusing places to go during the summer that won’t break the bank, The Shipyards Night Market is the place for you!

I’m running out of ways to explain you should care about others

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ILLUSTRATION: Cliff Ebora / The Peak

By: C Icart, Humour Editor

Content warning: brief mention of genocide and forced labour.

I spend a lot of time in the “Am I the asshole” subreddit, and while I never leave any comments, I always think about my own verdict. One thing that comes to mind while reading posts is that this isn’t the “Am I in the legal right” subreddit — it’s the “Am I the asshole” subreddit. Those are two completely different things. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean it’s not rude, inconsiderate, or selfish. This online community of over 17 million people crowdsources ideas surrounding morality and ethics in our interpersonal relationships. Often, the discussions that emerge serve as a good reminder of the importance of foregrounding an ethic of care in our everyday lives. 

A year and a half ago, I wrote about what we can learn about care from radical disability justice activists. I touched on community care and how getting vaccinated and wearing a mask are examples of this. In a lot of ways, I’m arguing for something similar here. I’m saying our everyday actions are how we live out our politics. Do your daily choices reflect the fact that you care? Wait, do you even care? 

Recently, I re-read Everyday Decolonization: Living a Decolonizing Queer Politics by Sarah Hunt and Cindy Holmes. They draw on stories from their own lives to explore what allyship and decolonization look like in their “partnerships, families, and friendships.” It serves as a great reminder that social justice isn’t this big abstract thing you can only participate in if your name is Bisan or Greta. It’s part of your everyday life. You make choices every single day that reflect your politics. Don’t let anyone convince you that you don’t have agency or that your actions don’t matter. 

We need to bring back accountability and nuance in conversations about how we as individuals are complicit in injustice. The fact that “there is no ethical consumption under capitalism” does not mean you should be upgrading your phone every year. Apple unethically sources materials from forced labour in Congo, and frequent upgrades are also environmentally detrimental. The fact that Taylor Swift’s private jet’s 2022 carbon emissions equate to “1,800 times the average human’s annual emissions” does not mean you shouldn’t compost or recycle.

“You make choices every single day that reflect your politics. Don’t let anyone convince you that you don’t have agency or that your actions don’t matter.”

It’s easy to point fingers at people who are harming the planet more than you. It’s easy to point fingers at people who are more bigoted than you. It’s easy to blame capitalism, the patriarchy, and white supremacy. And don’t get me wrong, calling out violence and injustice and understanding systems of power is incredibly important. But have we resorted to doing that so we can avoid looking at ourselves? Have we chosen to do that instead of actively working toward change, liberation, and justice? 

This matters because we can’t build resilient and sustainable communities if our actions do not align with that goal. If we’re four years into the pandemic and you’re not willing to wear a mask because you’re “over it,” what are you willing to sacrifice to save lives? Anti-trans legislation is being pushed across Turtle Island, but you’re not willing to confront your boyfriend who just made a transphobic joke because that would be uncomfortable? Then how strong is your allyship? You understand that there is a humanitarian crisis in Palestine, but the only thing you want to post about is how you don’t think it should’ve been brought up at your convocation? Maybe the gruesome images from this genocide don’t move you enough. 

It doesn’t have to be like this. You can make changes like forfeiting the ability to showcase your lipstick on the bus by wearing a well-fitted respirator so you aren’t part of why someone gets Long COVID. Or, you can skip ordering a 2:00 a.m. large fry from a corporation that supports the Israeli military. Individual decisions to boycott a genocide and support Palestine add up. Even sending $5 or $10 to a mutual aid campaign or taking advantage of the afternoon you have off to attend a rally makes a difference. Sure, some of these things are more accessible than others. There are reasons why someone might need to shop from Amazon or use disposable cutlery, such as accessibility needs or limited affordable options for essentials. But are you just bringing that up to distract from why you’re doing those things? That’s a question only you can answer. 

Deflection is an issue that is rampant in leftist or progressive spaces. I cannot even begin to count the number of folks who have started explaining the concept of food deserts or Indigenous hunting practices once they found out I was vegan. Those people have never lived in a food desert and are not Indigenous. Using other marginalized communities to justify your choices when their issues have nothing to do with your choices is problematic. Also, I didn’t even say you should be vegan — I said the steakhouse you’re suggesting for dinner doesn’t have any menu options for me.

Overall, this isn’t about pointing fingers and labelling people as good or bad. It’s about encouraging introspection — for myself, too. So please, leave the defensiveness at the door, you don’t need it here. When someone asks you to wear a mask, they are not accusing you of being a terrible person. They’re explaining to you a way that you can care for your community. Don’t worry about being perfect or getting it right the first time. Just continue to be open to learning and growth. Please try because you care.

How to spend a day at . . . Granville Island

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A top view of the food section of Granville Island Public Market. Various individuals sit at tables while enjoying food from the stalls surrounding them. Colorful awnings and signage are displayed throughout the space.
PHOTO: Izzy Cheung / The Peak

By: Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor

With a bustling public market and beautiful views of False Creek, Granville Island is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Vancouver. Even as locals, many of us are still privy to some of the hidden gems that lie within it. From bracelet-making to book-sleuthing, here’s how to spend a day at Granville Island. 

Start your day off by visiting Tru Café, just outside of the island itself. Pick up an iced coffee or pistachio chocolate cookie for the jaunt, or take home a bag of their retail coffee beans. Their Tru blend mixes hints of milk chocolate and marshmallow, so be sure to take some home to use for a pre-class coffee later on. 

Once you’ve gotten your breakfast or morning snack, walk along highway 99 onto Granville Island. Avoid the temptations of The Vancouver Fish Company and turn right, making a stop at Kids Market for some adorable plushies and handcrafted toys. Despite the name, Kids Market is definitely not just for kids — but you can indulge your inner child by visiting them! Find the perfect Pokémon, Kirby, or Sumikko figurines at Token Toys, or take a look at Soumak Boutique for handmade robes and keffiyehs

PHOTO: Izzy Cheung / The Peak

Outside of Kids Market is a play area that overlooks a duck pond decorated with swooping trees straight out of a Studio Ghibli film. I recommend taking some time to sit here and enjoy both your coffee and the view. If you’ve already finished your drink from Tru Café, then you’re in luck — My Island Café is right next to you. Try their gluten free almond chocolate cookie or a slice of their red velvet loaf. 

Wander into the next market section and explore local storefronts hosting as many small businesses as you can name. Kingsmill Studio Pottery Shop is home to amber striped dishes by Vin Arora, mugs crafted by The Poplar Studio, and ornate masks and murals by Bob Kingsmill. At Nooroongji Books, you’ll encounter stories blossoming from a variety of cultures, as well as specialty events such as their Nooroongji Book Club, which will be hosting a talk on Mohsin Hamid’s How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia on June 28. 

PHOTO: Izzy Cheung / The Peak

Before heading towards the public market, be sure to stop by Beadworks, a jewellery shop that hosts the perfect activity for you to enjoy with loved ones. Here, shoppers can pick from the store’s variety of beads and string them together to create their own bracelets and necklaces. 

PHOTO: Izzy Cheung / The Peak

We’ve made it to the part that will have you making the most difficult decision yet — where to eat! Granville Island’s Public Market is no stranger to good food and good views, so once you’ve figured out what you’re craving, take a seat near the docks and watch live performances by buskers. On my journey, I enjoyed a chicken pot pie from A La Mode, as well as some beef and pork tacos from La Tortilleria. If you’re craving a sweet treat, I recommend grabbing a pastry from Laurelle’s Fine Foods or a specialty iced tea from Granville Island Tea Company.

PHOTO: Izzy Cheung / The Peak

To end the day, you’re going to want to peruse the intricate art of the many studios on the island. Take a stroll around Federation Gallery to see wispy brushstroke landscape, cityscape, and oceanscape paintings. Admire the “steel, wire, and stone” sculptures of Dominic Benhura on display at Ukama Gallery. Find the blooming, colourful art of the Northwest Coast at Inukshuk Gallery, which operates as part of Gallery Indigena

Regardless of the shops, eateries, or galleries you visit, you’re sure to have a great time celebrating local cultures at Granville Island!  

Sitting in the dark because these motion sensor lights are pissing me off

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Person wearing a red hoodie sitting in the dark in front of a tablet.
PHOTO: Christina Morillo / Pexels

By: C Icart, Humour Editor

This year marks the fourth time SFU ranks number one in so-called Canada for innovation, and if this is what innovation looks like, I don’t want it. God invented light switches for a reason. That reason is so I don’t have to start waving my arms like a Titanic survivor stranded at sea when I am suddenly plunged into complete darkness in the School of Communication Lab.

The lights aren’t broke; I am. So, stop taking my tuition to fund these motion-activated lights that don’t even detect my motion unless I do the Macarena three times, followed by the Cha Cha Slide. You’re not an Apple watch; you can’t get me to stand on command (yes, this joke only works if we suspend our disbelief for a second and pretend we actually stand up when our watches scream at us). 

Sorry, the grammar police entered the chat, so let me try that again. The lights aren’t broken; the doors to most bathroom stalls in the AQ are. Years of playing Twister still haven’t prepared me for the challenge of doing my business while holding the door. Also, I’m 5’2 and can barely reach. Stop investing in the lights and start investing in the locks.

You know what? I don’t even need light! Most of these Harbour Centre rooms don’t even have windows, and it’s OK. Humanity survived the “Dark Ages” before, and I will survive them again. I will sit in the dark like the monster hiding under your bed. 

ALSO (that’s right, I’m not done), real innovation would be SFU fixing the alarm in the Lab. You have to punch in a code to get inside, yet the alarm still goes off when you open the door. It doesn’t make any sense. I will not be treated like a trespasser in my own home. Once, it rang for so long, I became one with the shrill noise. I synced my heartbeat to it and everything. It was an experience. 

If this is all part of a social experiment to see how much students will tolerate before they transfer to another university, then challenge accepted. I keep getting those Loop earplug ads anyway, and I’ve been meaning to work on my night vision. Alternatively, SFU can get its rear in gear and fix this mess. Then, maybe next year, it will be included in the “list of universities people actually want to attend.” 

What Grinds Our Gears: Not wrapping gifts

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A gift box wrapped in green paper with a twine bow tie.
PHOTO: Erica Marsland Huynh / Unsplash

By: Michelle Young, Copy Editor

Before you say anything — I’m not talking about wrapping gifts in cheap plastic that creates landfill waste, as I swore off buying this kind of wrapping paper years ago. However, I don’t think sustainability should be an excuse to never wrap anything ever. 

There are multiple ways to wrap gifts and decorate in an eco-friendly fashion: recyclable paper, dried flowers, reusable ribbons. You can even delve into the Japanese art of furoshiki and use fabric! Part of giving and receiving gifts is the joy of opening something and being surprised by what’s inside. I’m not a huge gift person, but in a way, the wrapping is part of the gift itself. It shows you put time and effort into wrapping your present (no matter how it turned out) just so the receiver can tear it open. 

When I receive a gift in a dusty shipping box which tells me exactly where this is coming from, it dampens the surprise of opening it. To solely give me a trinket without its wrapping removes the suspense factor. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful, but with no wrapping I don’t have the time to try and act curious and excited! It’s just straight disappointment.