Tag: silva

public service announcement

Silva‘s having a yard-sale this Saturday. I’m going to go over Friday to help her prepare. Knowing her, it’s going to be fabulous and odd:

Likely and unlikely things. For instance: Mason’s Pink Vista dishes ($2 – $200), signed figurines ($30 – $60), new men’s leather chaps size 42, tags still on. ($100), ornaments ($2 – $10), leather armchair and ottoman ($60), Japanese miniature teapots, sake carafes, etc. ($5 – $15), new leather motorcycle jacket size XXL, tags still on ($80), and much more.

3464 Dundas Street. (Two blocks west of Boundary and four blocks north of Hastings).
Noon – 3:00, May 19.
No early birds, please.

Around the back. Follow the balloons.

mass meet-up’s are so in style

This year VANCOUVER ZOMBIEWALK will be shambling on August 19th.
Maybe with a beach party.

Starting at 3pm at the Vancouver Art Gallery (Howe and Robson).

To combat zombie exhaustion the route will be shorter!

To combat zombie boredom the route will be different!

To combat zombie short attention spans more info will come closer to the date.

. . . although these are really the only things you need to know.

Mark your calendars!

I’m at my mother‘s right now, wondering where the paperwork that was to be waiting for me is hiding in the massive piles of stuff that occlude her kitchen. It’s an oven here, perspiringly humid, especially the top floor where I am, tucked in next to antique stereo equipment and a massive plastic castle. She’s out house-hunting the Drive today, trying to find somewhere for her and the boys to live now that her school is done and her student housing’s run out. She’s been looking into grants, too, that would let her buy a house, but even with all of the bursaries and interest free loans and special dispensations for single mothers from the government, Vancouver prices are so exceedingly high that she could only raise half a mortgage downpayment. We’ve been talking about how we could fund-raise to get the rest, but I’m not sure what we could do. I’m thinking a website not unlike the one that belonged to that ditzy girl that had the internet pay her foolish credit card bills, but with perks for donors. She’s a musician, we know creative people, I’m sure we could work something out. If anyone has any suggestions, it would be appreciated.

What: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
When: Movie starts at midnight on Thursday and it will be busy so meet at 10:30. If you’ll be late, get someone to get tickets for you.
Where: The Paramount theatre, downtown at the corner of Burrard and Smithe
Who: You & anyone else you’d like to bring!

In a similar vein, though on a much smaller scale, is there anyone interested in being press-ganged by two fascinating women? Silva, my mother.2, and I need a human or two at her house to help shift some small furniture around either Monday or Tuesday afternoon. It’s a job that would take us an entire exhausting day, but an able-bodied person could handle it with us in just a few hours. You would get the extraordinary gift of her company and possibly some traditional you’re-bodily-helping-in-the-summertime lemonade. Maybe. If you’re lucky. Otherwise, no, just tea. Tea and fantastic conversation. And neat decor. And big black cats. And, well, you’ll just have to see!

Tonight! One Night Only! Shane Koyczan’s Free Show at the Western Front! Be There or Be Square!

people keep asking how I am

Fondue was a success thanks to Ryan, Eva, Silva, her two friends, Ian, Ethan, Lung, Michael, Imogyne, Mike, Nick, Duncan, David, Beth, Mike, Alice, and Adam. At one point, the teahouse ran out of seats and I stood, leaning over people to get at the tasty treats.

  • The origin of HIV has been found in wild chimpanzees living in southern Cameroon.
    we look like we're related

    It doesn’t seem real that my birthday is so close again. Just Monday, Monday and the number clicks over another digit. Three to four. My mother got it wrong, thought I was older. It was her graduation from the University of British Columbia yesterday. I got the day off work to watch her walk across the stage to receive paper proof of her achievement. The pride that thrilled through me was burnished bright by the satisfied smile on her face. I took pictures after of her in her cap and gown, holding the blue folder that contains her degree. Then we took pictures of me in the gown on the basis that it’s very likely the only chance I’ll ever have to wear one. Driving home with her through the sharp rain on the motorcycle, I had to lean forward and hug her, the love and respect simply swelled to more than I could contain. She’s survived a ridiculous amount of harm to get where she is, and though it’s not ideal, she’s still scraping to get by, it’s a testament to her tenacity that she persevered and put herself through university as a single mother with three kids. It’s more than most have done.

    Tonight I have dinner with friends, tomorrow I have dinner with Silva, Saturday Ray is rescuing me possibly from my masque-panic hell and sweeping me about town to try and find something to wear, (suggestions bloody appreciated), and there’s (as yet unverified) rumour of a second SinCity to be held at Richards on Richards. (If there is no Sin, who wants to have a party?) Sunday I’m still planning on being down in Seattle with Eliza, though it’s looking less and less likely as the day approaches and no rides have been forthcoming. Monday my mother is bringing me to a soiree at the Mansion, and Tuesday is the last May Mandarin Movie Tuesday.

    • Adult

    I realized the other day just how far away I have become from the person I used to be. The other day, I had a momentary flash – I’m older now, I have now hung up my underwear to dry in the bathroom.

    M’love and I went out yesterday. We went to the Flea Market. A red warehouse full of things that weren’t interesting enough to ask after. A sad sorry look at our consumer culture. He walked away with music, Lina Lovitch, and a Gowan, as self amusement. I staggered away with a gothic monstrosity. Pedestal, painted silver, with three gargoyles. Speak Evil, Hear Evil, See Evil. 50c = 3 pounds worth of clay and silver paint.

    This week I houseclean. It’s difficult with no hot water, and things tend to pile up. Still, there are things to hang up, and things to be put on shelves, and things to be organized to leave the house. Sold, bartered, tossed. Whichever seems best. Already there is a box in the livingroom fll of barbie dolls and toys. Fantasy books that were left on my doorstep and comicbooks dirt cheap.

    Unexpected people are planning on appearing at the party this weekend. Drifting into people on Commercial Drive. My ghodmum, and her boy.

    Unusual gifts, these people.

    “I’m not a fig plucker, but a fig pluckers son, and we’ll all plck figs until the fig plucking’s done”.

    We also ran into a David Bloom, and an Andrew, of The Hill and Biffy Perdu. I walked away from thier concert last night with a tiny pin, and an e-mail address of someone named Black. I should tend to my collection of people without names. They are fading away from me like dreams into morning.

    Last night, someone stared at me from thier car as I stood at the busstop. He sparked conversation between me and my love. “I don’t like being in the company of people who wonder if my lipstick matches thier cock”, then I took satisfaction in naming names.