Synchronicity

Staten Island Ferry (NYC) 2009

Protecting the (not so) innocent.

A recent chat with Sarah, who frequently advises me on ethical matters:






me: I effing wish I could put this in the blog because you can NOT make this stuff up.

Sarah: I know.

me: I know.

Sarah: Don't you dare.

me: I won't.

Double Tin Nostalgia

Soundscape of my youth in Timmins, ON (1974).
Two Tin Men in Powell River, BC (2009).
Perhaps not such a long journey.

The Road(s) Not Taken

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Could this be the "yellow wood" of the 21st Century? Scary.

One Hundred Mile Diet

This ditty was recently heard on the radio program "Democracy Now" by my good friend and uber-gardener/chef/artist/filmmaker/activist Gian. The song punctuated an on-air discussion of what Gian described as "the crap food epidemic."

I worried that the song would be free advertising.

Sign of the Times

Powell River: Summer 2009.
Photo: www.rabideye.com

Coconut Intelligence

In a recent email, I asked my friend David about some things such as how to edit pics properly, how to tag properly and other technical stuff related to improving my writing and the presentation of this blog. I also asked him to "make me smart."Inexplicably, ahem, our conversation devolved into:

David: Can we do that when you're here? (Or is that what you were saying anyway?)
Me: Yes. That's what I was saying. lol. I am going to drink tonight. Malibu coconut rum. And pineapple juice. Yummmy.
TEN minutes later:
Me: Oh sooooo effing good. Yeah. Tropical-like. Oozing with flavour. And booze. I'm conversating with the alcohol.
ONE minute later:
Me: I'm drunk already.



TWO DAYS later:
David: WHOA. Last night: margaritas. WHOA.
Me: I HAVE to tell you. The way to go is Malibu Rum.
Way. To. Go. Such a pleasant droopy drunk, I was. And so happy. x