Our thought for the day:
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uh, blog content.
Yesterday I unplugged for the entire day and read the only example of chick lit ever to fully engross me: the quite non-fictional Lindsay Moran’s Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy.
And it occurred to me: given that most women buy their own perfume, rather than leave it to some guy, [...]
A random thought…
I looked up from the computer to notice that the bamboo, which grows four feet over the balcony, which is twelve feet from the ground, was sparkling.
Sparkling.
And me wuvs me some sparklitude. It’s the bane of my existence, this ban on sequins before 5pm; isn’t daylight when they would be shown to full [...]
Why is it that when it’s the government that executes someone,
it is never described as “execution-style?”
But it is called the Executive Branch.
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There, I said it.
So now I’m just going to up and tell you about the time my mother was offered a quarter of a million for me.
Shoot. There goes the punchline.
So…previously on the ol’ raincoaster blog…my mother used to live in Riyadh with a CIA agent. Her job was at the King Fahd Hospital (I [...]
The sushi’s point of view in a Japanese mall. Random and charming. You can see the difference made by a more upscale sushi locale here.
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One again, we step through the looking glass, fall down the rabbit hole, cross the doorway to forever, tune in, turn on, and drop out and end up, somehow, in the crazy, mixed-up world of Brian Atene. In this episode…our hero underplays old skool it in a true tour de force of subtlety. Is it [...]
“Then” being back when I had a 9-5 (actually, more like a 5am-9pm) with Starbucks and “Now” being now that I’ve lived here long enough to be accepted as “honorary Chinese” at the shops around these parts.
Then: three kinds of pasta
Now: three kinds of seaweed
Then: Kitsilano restaurants four nights a week
Now: poverty vegetarian stirfry five [...]
from the Archive:
Toilet Paper Epic
Thursday, May 05, 2005
I was at Waazubee. Been there? It’s a little different, isn’t it? A little different from chain restaurants (anterooms of hell, that’s what they are; all those people you see sitting on the circus-striped benches in the Red Robin lobby? They’re waiting for Beelzebub, table for three hundred [...]
In a world seemingly shattering into slivers of seceding splinters, it is heartening indeed to finally recognize a buried treasure: a true archetype. Something that, apparently, unites all cultures, bridges all distances, makes all eras as one. It is Jungian, it is uplifting, it is …
the naughty nurse.
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