I’m in NYC and having a mind-blowing good time. This Sunday I went to the original Dance Dance Party Party and rocked it like a hurricane. Which reminds me, Vancouver DDPP starts up again this Thursday! I’ll be back in the city and ready to party. Details: Thursdays Sept 9-
Story Time Tuesdays
I was at Queen Elizabeth Park this weekend and saw a young woman sitting alone in the grass. She sipped on her drink, wrote in her journal and then clipped her toenails.
These two short pieces of writing are inspired by Lydia Davis whose writing I’m reading and LOVING it. Yeah, that’s right, I read good literature sometimes, it’s not all Say Wha?!* material. A Woman Is Not A Piece of Fruit When we made out he touched me like he was
Saturday night I was biking with my friend Michael on East 10th Avenue when our quiet night took a turn. We’d been biking past a guy and his girlfriend on our way to East Van; the girl was pedaling slowly having difficulty with a hill. When the hill switched to
Over the years I’ve accumulated a good stack of press clippings; newspaper articles, radio interviews, Breakfast Television appearances, magazine mentions, and blog links. You could say I’m lucky or you could say I know how to work it. For this week’s Story Time Tuesday, I’m not going to tell you
What I Learned from Hanging Out on Commercial Drive this Weekend I love people watching. This weekend and friend and I gawked on Commercial Drive; a street in East Vancouver that’s the epicenter of drumming circles, poetry slams and devil sticking in the city. Well, that’s not entirely true, over
The fake British accent I would put on when ordering coffee so that the Polish girls behind the counter could understand me. Men who whispered ‘sexy’ under their breath as I walked through the Common. Sitting on the top of a double-decker watching Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly and Kensington roll past.