urban Saturday morning

Catching a glimpse of a violinist tuning up in the lobby of the Orpheum,

thinking "...I love living in the city...",

I narrowly avoid stepping in someone's regreted Friday nite Fritz binge.




nice.

I love technology — the book

I wish my technology came with a "live" help desk.

Meh, for some reason the video isn't embedding properly. But it is available here.

Dining with orson

My friend Matt can eat a whole pineapple.

Go fly a kite

This morning an eight-year-old boy announced that we had "competing wishes".

"Competing wishes! What wishes are we competing for?" I asked.

"Well, you want a sunny and calm day so you can read outside."
"And I want a sunny and windy day so I can fly my kite..."

...From now on, I want all my challenges to be as simply delightful as this one.

Let's make love and listen to death from above

Brazil pays homage to Canuck hommes du rock discotheque. A charming homage indeed.

Shinier and happier than a Scientologist

Slap me silly. I'm having a joyous Saturday morning. The sun's streaming in the bank of skylights angled across my roof. And the squirrel perched on the sill is rhythmically cracking nuts in time with a tap-dancing crow (I'm not making this up).

I woke up Snow White fresh at 7 a.m., leapt off the right side of my bed (and almost dropped seven feet to the floor). Cranked pop music, threw a kerchief on my head, and danced my apartment clean. It's not even 10 a.m. yet, and I've done all my chores and slurped down a healthy fruit shake to boot...

What loco goddess bedazzled this morning with rhinestones?

Huh. Maybe I'm still in bed.

I want a Joy Collective

It's been a while since I posted. In fact, my digital diary has been running amuck in my head too long.

I want a Joy Collective within Violet's City of Memory.

I mean, when is the last time you felt real joy? I take a poll with people now and again. And I don't always hear that it was all that recently.
J-O-Y
Ya, No. Not the earnest crappy wank-fest forced-fun kind.
I'm talking about that joy that comes with feeling the wind in your hair riding bikes down back alleys of foreign streets, drinking from fresh water streams, snoozing in a mid-day hammock under a palapa by the beach, drinking vino with cool fucking friends in a late-night bistro.
We have these big long lives to sort it all out...stages and ages to make our way through, neuroses to climb out of, stands to sit in and watch from for a while. Fights to win. Battles to lose. But what about that which makes us giggle,frolick, wrestle, feel free and thankful and full - of snarky, silly, smart - stuff?
Sometimes it just takes too much energy. I know. But there are times when it feels in line.

I want to plug into the joy-channel for a while.

I give good story

I want a City of Memory in Vancouver.

Any smart Flash developers out there willing to collaborate with me?

Trust me, it's worth your while: I give really good story.