Any day is a good day…for Piccolo Grande! (And cinnamon gelato)
June 3rd, 2009
Ahora’s for Mexican dinner with Pearl.
June 3rd, 2009
Every time I eat New England clam chowder, I think of how Ace Venture says it as a password. (Is that the red or the white?)
June 3rd, 2009
When a co-worker gives you caramel apple cake in the morning, you know it’s going to be a good day.
June 3rd, 2009
Had won tons for dinner and won ton ramen for a post-Tai Chi snack. Maybe I could combine them into a UBERMEAL.
June 2nd, 2009
Feel like turning on the heat…but it’s now JUNE! This messes with my sense of what’s right in the world.
June 2nd, 2009
Summer House Show with Shane Watt and Jesse Dangerously
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Update: Sign up for the Facebook event!
Attention Ottawa people! I’m having an indie music concert at my house this summer1. That’s right, it’ll be an intimate night of folk and rap songs with Shane Watt and Jesse Dangerously. Remember these two from the concert I went to earlier this year, where this awesome and impromptu collaboration happened:
You also may have read about Jesse in an Ottawa Citizen article last month, or seen Shane performing with Krista Muir over the last few years. Well, I wanted to see both these artists perform again, so I invited them to my house. Not only will it be a night of authentic music (with another collaboration, I’ve been told!), but there will be free ice cream, and you’ll get to meet my cat, with whom you’ll fall in love2. Shane has also hinted that he might bring a special guest for the night. So come and meet the musicians, support local Canadian talent, and have a fantastic time.
Vacuum lines on the carpet: refreshing sign of cleanliness, or inadvertent annoyance?
June 1st, 2009
Strip Club Experiences
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a strip club. The co-workers of my first job, along with the president of the company, were the ones took me to my first. They made it a point to “initiate” me when they found out I had never been. I still look back on that memory fondly, because I was so young and green, and they wanted to get me over my inexperience.
But it was never something I did with any frequency. You always look at those guys, seating by themselves at the head of the table with a beer in hand, thinking, “Is this better than what you have at home?”
After all, strip clubs are never really about the girls. It’s about being out with your friends, when your parents think you’re at a movie1. They’re like concerts. You could sit at home and listen to a CD with studio quality sound, but there’s something different about the atmosphere of a live experience.
It’s easy to grow past the appeal of strippers though. There’s no personality there. Even Playboy models have likes and dislikes. The furthest a strip club goes is by saying, “Here’s Porsche, and she used to be an airplane attendant”.
Don’t get me wrong; I love the female figure. But there’s no appeal in a stripper.
- Some of them had ringtones set for their home numbers, and just the ring would set off a round of teenage spite [↑]
Woken up by a power saw outside my window. If my condo fees are paying for new sidewalks, they could at least wait until I’m awake.
June 1st, 2009