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Fragrant chicken and pesto baguette...

Tonight's culinary concoction is just that. Easy as pie. You split a baguette along one side, spread inside with butter, line with lettuce leaf, mix the pesto with mayo, stir in chicken, spread in the baguette, sprinkle with pine nuts. Done like dinner.
Cooking has become recreation to me. I get the tunes going loud and start in on the process. Kind of fun.

I recently walked by a Hollywood backed Television shoot. They're all over the place here. This time was different in that the talent were sitting outside a tent waiting to start shooting. Actual Hollywood actors. Two words went through my head as I passed them, predatory and desperate. You could feel it off them. Neat to see.

Can't do it

I can't submit my painting. It's called 'Omni Birth'. I can't show this to people and go, look at me, I'm the big artist. My writing is a different story. I'd drop samples of that over the city from an airplane if I thought it would work. Speaking of writing, it turns out my so called agent is so full of shit her eyes are brown regarding me getting published through her. I've found another one who seems much more legitimate. That lit crowd are a lot sharkier than I thought. The process of attempting to get published or sold has lost the romance for me. It feels very much like commerce. This isn't about money for me. Having access to a free attorney sure helps in these circumstances. You can instigate legal proceedings with someone for the sole purpose of completely draining their financial resources. Win or lose it costs them a fortune in time and cash.
I went over to West Van to watch the sunset yesterday evening. Absolutely stunning to see. The sun makes that line across the water just as it comes down to the horizon. There were a few kayakers out for an evening (not sure what you call kayaking except kayaking). A seal came along to check them out for a few minutes.

Buzz

I will submit a painting I did to an art auction shortly. I never in a million years thought I might actually make a few bucks off of screwing around with this. I think the painting is garbage, but I know a lot of the stuff I'm seeing is complete crap. So why not get in on it? L' artiste, c'est moi.

Jackass Two

Just watched the movie Jackass Number Two. You. Will. Howl. And gag.

They were lovers.

My Most Wonderful Dream

With the exception of some adolescent nocturnal emissions I recently had what may have been the most wonderful dream of my life. I was driving a Formula 1 race car in an actual race. My hands and feet were moving and shifting gears as if I was actually driving a race car. The G forces pushed and pulled on me as I thunked back and forth in the car around the race track. The moment of cognition, where I figured out what was going on felt very 'up curtain'. I gave Kimi Raikkonen the finger as I blew past him through the shikanes. Wild.

Sell, sell, sell

American car dealership draws criticism for flip ad declaring 'jihad'
16:09:07 EDT Sep 23, 2006
Canadian Press

COLUMBUS, Ohio (AP) - A car dealership's tongue-in-cheek radio advertisement declaring "a jihad on the automotive market," will not be changed, the company said, despite drawing sharp criticism that the ad's content is offensive to Muslims.

Several stations rejected the spot from Dennis Mitsubishi, which boasts that sales representatives wearing "burqas" - the head-to-toe traditional dress for some Islamic women - will sell vehicles that can "comfortably seat 12 jihadists in the back."

Jihad is a holy war waged by Muslims in defence of Islam.

"We firmly believe the ad does not in any way disrespect any religion or culture, but we feel, I guess, that maybe poking a little fun at radical extremists is fair game," dealership president Keith Dennis said on Saturday.

Biscuit. Biscuit?

I watched a woman interacting with her dog recently. After a few minutes I figured out that she had named the animal 'Biscuit'. She offered the pooch a treat and it had to figure out if she was calling its name or offering a biscuit. Funny to watch.

Vancouver is going to experience a three fold increase in the number of homeless between now and when the Olympics arrive. The whole situation is, like, Tom Cruise kinda insane.

I Love My Country

I drove the sea to sky highway a few days ago going to Whistler Mountain from Vancouver and back. Even the most self loathing Canadian can't help but feel proud when they take that route and then hang out up at Whistler/ Blackcomb for a day. Yes, Quebec/ Canada politics are insane. Yes, many Albertans are difficult to be around because they can be so ignorant. Yes, Toronto and everyone in it are the puss from the pimple on the arse of this planet. But I still love this country. I've been far and wide and I sure as hell wouldn't want to call anywhere else home. I am interacting with people from all over the world and every last one of them wishes they could stay longer when it's time for them to go home. This includes people from Germany, Switzerland and Sweden and such, not just folks from lesser off countries.
Whistler now has full snow coverage at the peak. Can you feel it? Ski season is just weeks away.

1000

My little hobby web site that I made, www.kofuweb.com, has now had in excess of 1000 unique visitors. I'd love to know if that's a lot for a web site.

Good Old Vancouver

This Week's Winner

Song of the week goes to the elders of the Canadian music scene, The Tragically Hip, for a smokey little ditty called 'Springtime in Vienna'.

'Past territorial piss-posts
Past whispers in the closets
Past screaming from the roof tops
We live to survive our paradoxes.'

You'll laugh. You'll cry. It'll become a part of you.
I was thinking while out on my run tonight that I need to take things up a notch. I am starting the research on how to train for a full length marathon. Methinks I need to do at least one of those in my lifetime.

Charlie Don't Surf

On Marine Drive overlooking the ocean in White Rock, British Columbia there is a restaurant with the funniest name. See title of this blog entry. Just down the street from Charlie Don't Surf is a restaurant/ bar called Iguana's. Tonight the two best blues players I've heard live in a very long time were belting them out of Iguana's. They did a rendition of 'Can't Always Get What You Want' that wafted over the evening breeze just perfectly with my circumstances at the time.
The bus ride home got a bit weird. Three very drunk, very stoned First Nations guys stumbled on the bus and went about their drinking while we made our way back to Vancouver. At one point one of these guys went up to the driver to ask a question. A kid of about 16 or 17 in a wheelchair sitting up near the front took issue with this and started yelling at the First Nations guy to go back and sit down. First Nations guy takes issue with wheelchair kid and yells back. Other two First Nations guys take issue with their companion's behaviour and go up and quickly get into it with each other. I could hear all three of them smacking each other to varying degrees as the wheelchair kid continued to scream at them at the top of his lungs to shut the fuck up and get off the fucking bus, etc. Meanwhile my Latin American friend beside me on the bus has her iPod cranked, is totally oblivious to the confrontation developing and continues to sing Sinatra's 'My Way' way too loud for comfort. The combination of her singing, wheelchair boy screaming obscenities, and Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest kicking the shit out of each other while the driver tried to keep us on the road eventually sent me into near hysterical laughter.
The drunks got off at the next stop, the kid fell asleep, and Claudia took off her iPod and looked out the window for the rest of the ride to downtown Vancouver.

Next stop, rocket science.

I forgot where I got that line from. I am watching an old TV series called Twin Peaks right now. One of the characters uses that line on the show. So that's where it's from.