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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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I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!
[Header pic: very old, but the only appropriate one I could find] …and by that, I mean I couldn’t complete the half-marathon I wanted to tackle on May 5. Not even “couldn’t complete” it; I didn’t even do it. A goal that I had set for myself one year prior was decimated thanks to a…
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ESL, Yet Again And Forever: May Gawd Have Mercy On My Soul
Header pic: Me on my last day of teaching with some students in Busan, South Korea, eating fire chicken (buldak). 2007. Oh, and that’s way back when chicken didn’t make me want to vomit. When I find myself in times of trouble, there is no Mother Mary. There are only the ravaging, demonic memories of…
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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…
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Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd
I recently had a conversation with one of my closest friends that found us jumping to the topic of rehabs, recovery houses, and somehow, Matthew Perry. I have never–not even once–seen a full episode of “Friends,” though I have been the victim of clips here and there. Nothing about that show seemed appealing, witty, intelligent,…
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La Pura Muerte: The Dastardly Conclusion
Lots and lots of happy dramatic license employed in this entry. Oh, and header photo taken at the dinner I had with Jem the night before I stared down both the red guy and his pitchfork, and the robed one with a beard and a mighty forefinger. Were we ever so young?? And that dinner…
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Marching through Canada’s shame.
It’s not dangerous, really. It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk. If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…
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I am not the colonoscopy Vera.
. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good old life-saving colonoscopy. Earlier this week, I typed my blog domain name into Bing–which is the default search engine for my weird Amazon Fire tablet that was given to me as a gift a few years ago–and right below the link to this here site was…
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Wraps: The Wheezing Finale
Okay, we are back to wraps! I must finish what I began. As discussed, I showed up at Sven’s Wraps just before 9 am on my first day, even though the place opened at ten, the first indication that things were not going to be…conventional with this team. Dianne was supposed to meet me there,…
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More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity
There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave. It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while. I’m an adventurous gal. I’ve lived and traveled around the world. I…
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