As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment.
If he wanted us to work, after all,
He would not have created this wine. wine
With a skinfull of this, Sir, this
would you rush out to commit economics?
--Jalaloddin Rumi, Diwan-e Shams
Friday morning at 9 am I was in a chair having the sides of my head shaved and my hair done in red copper tones. I'm resplendent and metallic. I'll add a photo tonight.
The whole weekend was an essay in the "Discipline of the Do-Easy" and things clicked even by seconds. I was able to get both of my Fri. shifts covered - so I flew downtown, grabbed a copy of Ken Wilber's "One Taste" from Munro Books, and hopped on the PCL bus to Vancouver with nothing but that book, a History of Chinese Secret Societies, and my powered up iPod in hand.
On the ferry I'd run into my friend Kate and go head to head in a devastating Uno showdown. I was planning on writing letters to my grandparents, but seeing an old friend was a nice change.
I screamed into Vancouver to the sounds of "Orgasm Addict" and "Love to Love You Baby" as well as working on reading "One Taste." The women I was sitting next to was having her anniversary at her steakhouse, but she was jealous on knowing of my destination.
Once downtown I phoned the lovely Scylla who was in town with a crew of Portlanders to document cool careers. We met up at the Broadway Skytrain station and blitzed our way down the 99 B-line to our extravagant destination - Tojos. For those unfamiliar with said restaurant it's been lauded as the best sushi restaurant in North America, and occasionally the best outside of town.
I had the Chef's Special - you put yourself in Tojo's hands and he crafts for you a delicious meal. And delicious it was - I've never had fresher, tastier, better fish - several us feel into tantric "sushigasms" as one of us would call it. A variety of dishes partied on our tongues for a few hours, while we downed cups of excellent hot sake, and things went effortlessly. An autographed picture of Pink Floyd beamed down on our heads from above our table.
After rectifying the bill we ran out to catch the bus, taking a brief pit stop at Canadian donut stalwart Tim Hortons, (a perfect clash of high & low cuisine) then to Gastown.
As chance would have it the Bettilu Bombshells were doing a burlesque show down at the Brickyard that night - so we dropped in for a surprise visit. Got to see some burlesque, knock back a few drinks, and see - Fenris23, angelvanilla, Posh, d20, Aanya, Tiamat, Miesha, Bettina, Lulumae, and others I'm sure. I didn't get a chance to talk to everybody.
The music at the Brickyard was decidedly lacklustre, so we decided to walk up to Granville to find some headier action. After one dud expensive pub, I was requested to take the kids to a "dive bar that isn't lame" - so we hit the Dufferin Hotel - or "the Duff" which is a gay bar/sports bar/stripclub. The whole place is covered in cellophane and TVs are blaring sportsnet. A gay clientele of all types fills the place, and an incredibly buff bronzed stripper is wearing only a towel on the dance floor. We downed some gaudy cocktails with names like "Porn Star" , "Pool Boy", and "Five Hole" and danced to fabulous gay dance music. Scylla got asked by some sporty old guy "Are you on Suicidegirls.com?" and we ignored him. Fortunately I've generally mastered the "don't fuck with me vibe" and didn't receive any unwanted romantic attention from old creepy men - the other boys with us hasn't mastered such a vibe. I needn't say more. Hahahaha. We nearly burned a hole in that dance floor.
We made mistakes regarding the Skytrain so the Portland crew cabbed it to their hotel and we bussed it back to UBC. I was incredibly soaked - sleeping in my wet clothes and waking up a few hours later only to get soaked again and engage in a tight series of bus hoppings that would get me on the ferry on time. I drank some Chai tea to warm off and dry up.. and spoke a few quick words with a cute girl who was copying poetry on the top deck. She made an opening salvo, but I didn't respond heavily - too tired and wet to really feel chatty. But we all make mistakes.
Read some more of "One Taste" burst back to my house at high speed, showered, changed, shaved, caught a bus that was just leaving to back downtown. Picked up a bottle of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon, went over to a girl's house who'd invited me over for dinner. It may or may not have been a date. Spaghetti was good, and we had a really good time (although her lip piercing hole had gotten infected) chatting, drinking wine, and sharing stories. But, silly me, I'd made other plans thinking that they would be later (8-9ish) but my friends wanted to meet earlier. So I left the woman's house, sped downtown again, and went to Zambri's which is probably one of my favorite (and best) restaurants in town.
Had a delightful dinner (the 3 course tasting menu) with Sunsirrah and her friend from Vancouver. Her friend Alex was funny and incredibly intelligent - a fun dinner of intellectual type discussion. I had an opening fish dish that was artfully paired with fruit, a delicious crab spaghetti (local crab) and then a large rockfish dish to finish. All was amazing and my stomach was distended.
Went home. Rested.
Woke up Sunday, rested the morning away and then went out to Ottavio's Delicatessen, again with Sunsirrah and had a delicious toasted panini, mocha, and blueberry gelato.
Then downtown, chatting, called some people, killed some time reading some more "One Taste" with a Frappucino, ran over to uncommoncold's and got beat at Mariokart on the N64. (though it was close) Of course she's had a lot more recent practice than I.
My bus luck finally ran out and I had to catch a cab home. Downloaded some stuff and had a nice pleasant chat with Faust.
It was one hell of a weekend.
If he wanted us to work, after all,
He would not have created this wine. wine
With a skinfull of this, Sir, this
would you rush out to commit economics?
--Jalaloddin Rumi, Diwan-e Shams
Friday morning at 9 am I was in a chair having the sides of my head shaved and my hair done in red copper tones. I'm resplendent and metallic. I'll add a photo tonight.
The whole weekend was an essay in the "Discipline of the Do-Easy" and things clicked even by seconds. I was able to get both of my Fri. shifts covered - so I flew downtown, grabbed a copy of Ken Wilber's "One Taste" from Munro Books, and hopped on the PCL bus to Vancouver with nothing but that book, a History of Chinese Secret Societies, and my powered up iPod in hand.
On the ferry I'd run into my friend Kate and go head to head in a devastating Uno showdown. I was planning on writing letters to my grandparents, but seeing an old friend was a nice change.
I screamed into Vancouver to the sounds of "Orgasm Addict" and "Love to Love You Baby" as well as working on reading "One Taste." The women I was sitting next to was having her anniversary at her steakhouse, but she was jealous on knowing of my destination.
Once downtown I phoned the lovely Scylla who was in town with a crew of Portlanders to document cool careers. We met up at the Broadway Skytrain station and blitzed our way down the 99 B-line to our extravagant destination - Tojos. For those unfamiliar with said restaurant it's been lauded as the best sushi restaurant in North America, and occasionally the best outside of town.
I had the Chef's Special - you put yourself in Tojo's hands and he crafts for you a delicious meal. And delicious it was - I've never had fresher, tastier, better fish - several us feel into tantric "sushigasms" as one of us would call it. A variety of dishes partied on our tongues for a few hours, while we downed cups of excellent hot sake, and things went effortlessly. An autographed picture of Pink Floyd beamed down on our heads from above our table.
After rectifying the bill we ran out to catch the bus, taking a brief pit stop at Canadian donut stalwart Tim Hortons, (a perfect clash of high & low cuisine) then to Gastown.
As chance would have it the Bettilu Bombshells were doing a burlesque show down at the Brickyard that night - so we dropped in for a surprise visit. Got to see some burlesque, knock back a few drinks, and see - Fenris23, angelvanilla, Posh, d20, Aanya, Tiamat, Miesha, Bettina, Lulumae, and others I'm sure. I didn't get a chance to talk to everybody.
The music at the Brickyard was decidedly lacklustre, so we decided to walk up to Granville to find some headier action. After one dud expensive pub, I was requested to take the kids to a "dive bar that isn't lame" - so we hit the Dufferin Hotel - or "the Duff" which is a gay bar/sports bar/stripclub. The whole place is covered in cellophane and TVs are blaring sportsnet. A gay clientele of all types fills the place, and an incredibly buff bronzed stripper is wearing only a towel on the dance floor. We downed some gaudy cocktails with names like "Porn Star" , "Pool Boy", and "Five Hole" and danced to fabulous gay dance music. Scylla got asked by some sporty old guy "Are you on Suicidegirls.com?" and we ignored him. Fortunately I've generally mastered the "don't fuck with me vibe" and didn't receive any unwanted romantic attention from old creepy men - the other boys with us hasn't mastered such a vibe. I needn't say more. Hahahaha. We nearly burned a hole in that dance floor.
We made mistakes regarding the Skytrain so the Portland crew cabbed it to their hotel and we bussed it back to UBC. I was incredibly soaked - sleeping in my wet clothes and waking up a few hours later only to get soaked again and engage in a tight series of bus hoppings that would get me on the ferry on time. I drank some Chai tea to warm off and dry up.. and spoke a few quick words with a cute girl who was copying poetry on the top deck. She made an opening salvo, but I didn't respond heavily - too tired and wet to really feel chatty. But we all make mistakes.
Read some more of "One Taste" burst back to my house at high speed, showered, changed, shaved, caught a bus that was just leaving to back downtown. Picked up a bottle of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon, went over to a girl's house who'd invited me over for dinner. It may or may not have been a date. Spaghetti was good, and we had a really good time (although her lip piercing hole had gotten infected) chatting, drinking wine, and sharing stories. But, silly me, I'd made other plans thinking that they would be later (8-9ish) but my friends wanted to meet earlier. So I left the woman's house, sped downtown again, and went to Zambri's which is probably one of my favorite (and best) restaurants in town.
Had a delightful dinner (the 3 course tasting menu) with Sunsirrah and her friend from Vancouver. Her friend Alex was funny and incredibly intelligent - a fun dinner of intellectual type discussion. I had an opening fish dish that was artfully paired with fruit, a delicious crab spaghetti (local crab) and then a large rockfish dish to finish. All was amazing and my stomach was distended.
Went home. Rested.
Woke up Sunday, rested the morning away and then went out to Ottavio's Delicatessen, again with Sunsirrah and had a delicious toasted panini, mocha, and blueberry gelato.
Then downtown, chatting, called some people, killed some time reading some more "One Taste" with a Frappucino, ran over to uncommoncold's and got beat at Mariokart on the N64. (though it was close) Of course she's had a lot more recent practice than I.
My bus luck finally ran out and I had to catch a cab home. Downloaded some stuff and had a nice pleasant chat with Faust.
It was one hell of a weekend.
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So anyway, just thought i would drop you a randome line because i dont think i've been over to these parts before to pester anyone.