A blog full of memories
You might know you like a boy when you’re both just walking along and talking and you find out what he does and where he works and you just say it right out loud, right up front: I don’t like your wines. And he’s sort of quiet for a moment then he looks at you …
I wanted to make a friend a housewarming gift. She’s just renovated a large part of her house and it was time to have people over. I was trying to think of something that was consumable–yet humourous. I thought Mr. Pineapple Head was a good idea. Charlie came over on Friday night. We made this …
I wasn’t going to go out on Halloween. I don’t really know anybody. I usually keep to myself. Except, how am I supposed to become part of the community if I don’t get out and meet people? I called my friend KatieBird and left a message. I figured if anybody was going to go out …
Even if it’s only a few of you…I can’t wait. The internet is pretty phenomenal , but it has yet to replace face-to-face, real human interaction. I really am in town for just under a week-much to my parent’s dismay. But–I really didn’t know what my schedule was going to be like. So, I opted …
Somebody recently wrote and told me he and an his familial entourage are taking a tour of Napa Valley. He forwarded me their itinerary and asked if I knew anything about the wineries on the list: Domaine Carneros Tour of Napa, boutique wineries Rubicon Estate Clos Pegase So, even though I know nothing about these …
Not much to report on this visit. We were on a budget and other than my friend Alan, we didn’t have transportation. We spent time at the zoo though–which was quite impressive. I think all the animals were tired of people and of being on display. Almost every animal had their backs towards us and …
I just went to a Tragically Hip concert in San Fran. They were playing at the Warfield on Wednesday night. I was wary before I left that I wouldn’t enjoy it and now, I just wish I’d listened to myself. For those who don’t know, The Hip are Canada’s largest rock band. You can attend …
I have had some turmoil in my life over the last few years. I have been between jobs, between contracts, between cities, between countries, between houses, between relationships—well, I’ve just been between. When I moved into my current house, I put off unpacking all the boxes and cartons. I didn’t want to unpack and have …
I feel so violated. As if I would do something like that. I’m researching how to make it stop, but until then, if you don’t know me, I’m not spamming you–some weird internet pornbot is.
