February 2012
3 posts
Overheard on the Skytrain
“Looks are more dangerous than lips … but the opposite is also true.”
January 2012
7 posts
Ingrid Michaelson knows how ...
… to leave some of the oil in the olive when she sings. “Men of Snow” is a Master’s Class on how to do so …
Fastest Motor Vehicles visit ever, #Vancouver
This was good even for my blessed city: Walk in, get number, sit down, see number called within ten seconds of sitting down, talk to chipper polite clerk who zips through questions and gets me to sign my temporary driver’s license, get my picture taken and laugh with chipper polite clerk at how funny-looking I am, then say thank you thank you simultaneously, then take off back outside with a...
December 2011
11 posts
Christopher Hitchens
A friend says one’s death is one’s last big gift to those you love. I can see what she means now. CH gave us his audacity.
Pastorale
Listening to Glenn Gould play piano transcription of LvB’s 6th on bus-ride into Langley #justperfecttoday
November 2011
3 posts
October 2011
7 posts
#braincramps
I remember to make a list half the time, but remember to bring it to the store almost never.
September 2011
7 posts
Woman on 6 bus catches bee, opens window, releases it outside. “Mom said was just as easy to let a bee go than kill it.”
Teaching Marathon Day
One 3-hour class down, two to go. Off to a lovely start!
Bus Stop Exchange
The full moon is over English Bay and Kitsilano. A woman comes up to me, shorthaired and skinny, and asks if I have any spare change. “I’m sorry, I don’t.” “I want to hit you in the f*cking head,” she replied. Start of the day!
August 2011
9 posts
Unlikely to end well ...
Man: “I want to be your iPhone.”
Woman: “I don’t understand.”
Overheard, Denman Street
Funny Couplet
Overheard: “It’s not a family reunion unless I’m not there. You are the hub, and I am the spare.”
Not a great writer ...
… but my writing doesn’t worry me. Not a great piano player, but my playing doesn’t worry me, either. Just the right place to end up.
Best first sentence of a voicemail message ever:
“Hey, Bob, this is ________. I am in your back alley drinking beer.” Missed the message last night, but heard stones thrown against the window. Beer was shared. Happy communion.
July 2011
7 posts
