• Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Yes. That is me after winning a musical theatre award for some number called “Vaudeville.” I was about eleven here. This year of our antichrist, 2024–one of the most challenging but transformative epochs to date–marks the 45th anniversary of Coquitlam Centre.  What’s that, you may ask with soaring ignorance?  Why, it’s exactly what it sounds…

  • Okay, that was that.  Let’s go, kids!

    Okay, that was that. Let’s go, kids!

    Well, it happens. We fall into states of misery and rumination, and then we read a bunch of spiritual tomes, and we watch some Up With People videos, and we shove some Haribo candy into our mouths, and we stare at our pets for hours, and our loved ones assure us we’re loved, and ka-blam!…

  • Ode To The Father

    Ode To The Father

    Last Sunday was Father’s Day, an occasion which we Lower Mainland Doukhobors commemorate by holding a picnic / potluck at some obscure park out in North Delta.  Obscure, but it’s actually called Annieville Lions Park, which works well for me since I’ve been living in my own version of Annieville for over a decade now.  …

  • Candy is a food group.

    Candy is a food group.

    Growing up, I was lucky to have parents who worked full-time, yet came home to cook a nutritious dinner for us every single night. Our meals were standard fare–salads were always on the table, every single night, along with some version of chicken, potatoes, pasta, meatloaf, Doukhobor vegetarian food–while the memorable things that stick out…

  • Jon Favreau Is A Cinematic Genius

    Jon Favreau Is A Cinematic Genius

    No, really.  Hear me out.  Jon, if you’re reading this–and I assume everyone in Hollywood receives Google alerts for anything containing their name–you outdid yourself with this flick.  Consider this my ode to “Chef.” So, for the rest of us armpit-scratching plebeians: Never heard of this movie?  That’s a shame.  I think it’s on Netflix…

  • Gabba Gabba Nope!

    Gabba Gabba Nope!

    The above picture was taken during the construction of my giant wall collage back when I was in teen-dream wonderland, featuring one Joey “Future Husband” Ramone.  You can see a black-and-white portrait of him towards the right, next to the HAIR poster; there’s Ramones stuff on the left concealed by the black chiffon scarf that…

  • TEENAGE LOBOTOMY

    TEENAGE LOBOTOMY

    I want to preface this by saying that this piece is full of music links, and you really need to click on all of them, even if to absorb what they are for a few seconds. The music enhances the entire 90s experience that I am writing about, and I would have been remiss in…