1- Please see subject line and understand that I am in no state now to reflect on the ghetto laser tattoo removal I just went through phase 2 of ( Read more... )

It's dark out and I'm lying on the wet street with my cheek against a rock and my pant leg caught in the gears of a fallen bicycle. The ocean wind is cold and howling in my face, easing a sharp stream of tears out of the left eye. Through the blur I see the load of fabric, patterns, bags and cases of thread strewn around me and it is just possible ( Read more... )

I rode a train into 2008 with Mark, Brent and Darren ( Read more... )

The Christmas bitch from yesterday called to thank us for the replacement flowers. She thought they were beautiful and she was very pleasant. Most people are nice if you let them have their way ( Read more... )

Tarra: that lady just called to say she hated her arrangement. There was nothing wrong with the flowers...she said it was horrible and too "twiggy ( Read more... )

Christmas season is upon us and once again I find myself slapping my head and saying 'what ( Read more... )

Going to Seattle today- first time.
Playing keyboards in a band- first time.
Singing songs I didn't write- what is a jar hand?

The most exciting thing is that we are not travelling in a minivan. We are in a CARGO van...like real bands ride.

YEAH!

I just checked the status of my Ontario Graduate Scholarship Application and it says says that the package and all supporting documentation were received and entered into the competition ( Read more... )

Three weeks ago I played this Velvet Underground cover show with a group of young men. It was fun to play the space organ and accordion. It was fun to sing like Neko. It was fun to play the dusty old organ in a living room full of said young men playing acoustic guitars, while a talking parrot bobbed his head and sang along. That parrot freaks ( Read more... )

two weeks ago I was painting a winter scene on the front window of the flower shop. I was painting on the inside, and while filling in the snow on a branch an old man bent down to my level, on the other side of the window, and waved. He was peeking into the only clear space so I but my face up to the space on my side and waved back. He smiled ( Read more... )