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Marginally Maudlin McCarthyism
Nothing as exciting as communist blacklisting, I’m afraid…just this guy. If there’s one thing I enjoy more than almost anything else, it’s a good memoir, biography, or autobiography. The more salacious the better. Reading about the lives of famous and infamous people brings me an extreme amount of pleasure and always has; I think it…
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I Am The Cosmos
I’ve been tackling my (first) book with enthusiasm, and it’s been pretty astonishing how readily the stories and experiences have been rushing back to me, all of them in a helpfully linear fashion. I have duffel bags and duffel bags containing years and years of journals (“diaries” just sounds so juvenile) to aid me in…
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A Quick One For Right Now: AA Wrapped Up
Please enjoy my extremely professional, surreptitiously-taken photo of this stunning embodiment of Generation Zed. Even during the sloppy early 90s when we were all draped in baggy, layered, grunge-inspired Value Village gear, this whole look would have been very worthy of the timeless Point-And-Laugh. I can’t write at length here since things have been somewhat…
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Further Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous (second verse)
As a modest tribute to one of the most intriguing filmmakers of the last few decades who would have turned 78 today–with a terrific blast of thick hair that even I envied, and an odd Midwestern sexiness that will always give me thigh cramps–I want to share one of my favourite quotes from David Lynch:…
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The Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous
Happy New Year! (Obligatory Justin Trudeau grumblings ahead…I must get them out of the way) 2025 sure has gotten out of the gate with an attention-seeking ruckus. Apart from horrible plane crashes and terrifying natural disasters, the nelly little prisspot we call a Prime Minister has finally decided to step down as leader of Canada’s…
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When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.
That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago. I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…
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The Bastardly Broth of the West End
I don’t ask for much in this world. I really don’t. I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life. I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…
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My First MRA.
No, not Magnetic Resonance Angiography. I’ve actually had an MRI, done a few years ago when I collapsed in my bathroom and thought I may have sustained a concussion. It was a pretty uneventful experience, if not entirely peaceful. I’m talking about a Men’s Rights Activist. I know they’re out there. It’s well-known that they’re…
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The Ongoing Ennui of Davie Village.
The West End of Vancouver isn’t huge at all. It’s a neighbourhood consisting of a handful of blocks in a grid, the furthest area west of downtown you can go, mere steps from English Bay and Stanley Park. It is not to be confused with West Vancouver or the West Side of Vancouver, which I…
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Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.
Wine flies when you’re having fun. In dog wine, I’ve only had two glasses. Keep calm and pour on. Booze is the answer, but I can’t remember the question. Not cute. You might want to start analyzing yourself and what it is that you’re doing to your body, mind, and life, because it’s not cute. …
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