My feet are gonna be SO wet by the end of this...
It's all about the everyday, weird, hilarious, and seemingly random situations that make life worth getting out of bed for.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Food for the Soul
It was a warm, late September evening, and slow strains of bass and steel guitar drifted into the night as we drew near the entrance of the little bar in Inglewood. It had been a brutal day, and my soul was a bit tender. We stepped inside, and I was greeted by the cheerful sight of a busy barroom and a tiny stage against the back drop of a burgundy velvet curtain.
We sat and ordered drinks, and then I turned my attention to the three-man band before us. Harmonica, acoustic guitar, steel guitar, and bass. Their name was The Tim.Buck.Two, their style was country with a twist, and they were very good.
I watched the bass player dance around his instrument, the back of which was pleasantly scarred and battered. A sure sign of love. Then I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me, feeling the vibrations course through me like electricity.
Before long, I found myself smiling and tapping my foot to the beat, the weight of the day sliding from my shoulders as they moved to the rhythm. The whole experience brought to mind a similar barroom, a few years and many miles away, where I used to sit for hours and let a different, but no less wondrous, music pour over and through me. I had honestly forgotten the sheer enjoyment of listening to a musician play his or her passion from a tiny stage.
It was a good night.
Labels: Fun times
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Spring in Calgary
Such a strange juxtaposition:
The lilac and forsythia blooms are a riot of colour and scent that is only amplified by the cool air and the dampness of the snowflakes that drift down to meet them.
The sun peeks through the thick blanket of steely clouds, and the world is momentarily diamond encrusted.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The woman walked quickly along the busy street. Immersed in her own thoughts, she barely noticed the noisy traffic and passersby that swirled around her.
A horn blared behind her, jolting her back to the here and now. She looked over her shoulder at the offending vehicle and frowned. Turning her eyes toward her destination, she noticed a man sitting with his back to a store front several yards ahead of her. He was unshaven, wore dirty, ripped clothing, and was holding a sign. Just another homeless person in this city that was home to so many who could not afford a roof. Unremarkable.
The woman silently cursed as she realized that she had no change to offer him. She hated meeting the eyes of those in need without being able to assuage her guilt by offering a coin or two. She considered averting her eyes as she passed. She was only a few feet away now. At that moment, the man turned his sign in her direction. She was sure it would have some sad message on it, something to persuade people to part with their spare change. Instead, she read:
Scrawled in black sharpie ink on ripped cardboard. Immediately, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her face broke into a wide grin. The man whooped and wiggled his whole body in celebration of his victory.
The woman chuckled to herself as she walked on. And smiled.
Labels: People watching
Thursday, April 09, 2009
If there's something better for soothing the frustrated soul than listening to Ani DiFranco whilst going about your day, I don't know what it is.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This time I've gone and done it. Again.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I can quit anytime I want to. Honest.
Seriously. I'm not dependent upon my cellphone. I'm not.
Just because my cellphone is simultaneously my timepiece, my alarm clock, my window to the world, and the only way most people can get in touch with me does NOT make me dependent.
And the fact that I LEFT IT AT THE OFFICE, WHICH IS LOCKED FOR THE NEXT THIRTY-SIX HOURS BECAUSE TOMORROW IS A HOLIDAY is causing me to have mild heart palpitations doesn't mean I have a problem, does it?