The Errant Amnesiac (TM)

The quiet week has meant for an opportunity for me to check out the Jazz Festival that’s running in town.

What I love about Vancouver life are the plethora of cultural and musical options available to us here about this time of year. They’re not cheap by all means, but one can find free and inexpensive things to do here.

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Another night passes, and I cannot dream.

Saying that almost seems to imply that one can willfully dream. This is not the case.

Even in that partial state of sleep, I can sense my surroundings. What I had sensed this morning met my eyes with her own, peering through the darkness.

The dog.

She had hopped the equivalent of a one storey building to get onto my bed, and burrowed herself beneath the numerous pillows to my left.

She observed me, looking with such a baleful expression that I could not go back to sleep.

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The Cinematheque is a lovely little cinema. Reminding me more of a larger-than-normal private film room than an actual cinema, the Cinematheque was my cozy escape from the run-of-the-mill escapist filmhauses downtown.

************************************ Years ago, the cinema chains decided to do away ... [Continue reading this entry]

Every so often, Yves reminds me that there's promise of wine, women, and the dream of being "the man" if even I went in on his idea to run a vineyard in Argentina. (At least, I think it was ... [Continue reading this entry]

When I opened my eyes, I gasped. I shouldn't be sleeping. It was as if I were in a dream - something of which I haven't had much of lately (again) - and I could see myself living here, away from the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Portland, as Cal points out to me, has the most number of strip clubs per capita than any city in the US. When Patty had asked me earlier what I thought of Portland, the first thing I commented on was the ... [Continue reading this entry]

The walls are a deep red, made mild by the track lights that brighten the room on one end. I sat on the other side, near the patio doors, bathed in the stark grey light that fell through the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Ever have one of those days where you wish you could just hit the big ol' reset button? That was my day today. How do you say what you want to say and not let it be interpreted in the wrong way, ... [Continue reading this entry]