Archive for August, 2008

Do these shows make me look fat?

Tuesday, August 26th, Capone’s Lounge, 1140 Hamilton, Showtime: 9:00 p.m.

Tuesday, September 2nd, Kino Comedy, 3456 Cambie, Showtime: 9:00 p.m.

Wednesday, September 10th, Comedy at the Kingston, 755 Richards, Showtime: 9:00 p.m.

Friday, September 12th, Corporate Comedy Show, Credit Guard Incorporated, Vancouver.

Sunday, September 14th, SoHo Bar & Grill, 1184 Denman, Showtime: 9:00 p.m.

Saturday, September 20th, Corporate Comedy Show, Ryder Eyewear, Vancouver.

Worth her weights at Gold’s

Gym diary, Sat. Aug. 17th:

Sit on exercise mat. Read Cosmo magazine’s ’Eighteen ways to awaken his inner manhood’. Search for Queens of the Stone Age on ipod. Adjust scale ten pounds forward. Watch gym bunnies step on scale. Observe, Margaret Mead-like, their horror. Think: ‘Cold war rhetoric is no longer rhetoric’. Change each TV to Knowledge Network station. Lie down. Sip from water bottle. Count Lulu Lemon logos. Read about new procedure called G-spot enhancement (imagine soccer moms never screaming at their kids in the parking lot again). Re-tie shoes. Figure out set list for tonight’s comedy gig at SoHo. Move hand weights from one shelf to another. Read about the ‘new virginity’ treatment called hymenoplasty. ‘Forget the usual tie or CD – give your man the gift of virginity!’ Wonder: Does the gift come with a renewed naivete? Are women expected to sob afterwards? Finish non-fat triple chocolate brownie. Stretch. Go home. Wonder. Why.

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Remember…

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A fabulous opening ceremonies

 does not re-write history.

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Living in Real Colour

Every groove and crevice of my mind is filled with sight, sound, and emotion whenever I’m in New York. It’s the people. There’s an openess of heart. An openess of mind. People who speak a little too loudly, laugh a little too hard – say what they think – make eye contact – engage strangers – sense the moment. I feel it when I’m on the subway, when I’m chatting with a doorman, or sitting with a stranger on a bench in Central Park. It’s as if all share one heart. I’m aware there’s poverty, crime, discrimination. There is in every city. But, something ethereal exists here. Perhaps, the tragedy of 9-11 has meshed previously distinct factions of opinion, politics, and class, resulting in a mass of colour, passion, and principle.

Maybe that’s it.
Regardless, I love this place.

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