and it’s only Monday

Fuck It

It’s gonna be a long week.

Pic o’ the Day: Montreal Dairy Cows

Okay, so this isn’t going to be the most SEO-pimped-out post I’ve ever made. Still, it’s an amazing pic and everyone should see it and hear the backstory from WalkingTurcotYards, backstory which is both poignant and amazing:

Between Two Windows

Sleepless in Strathcona

Sleepless!

Ugh.

Work.

It’s 3:37am and I just finished my work, which wouldn’t be so bad except that I started at 9am yesterday.

At least with all the salt mining I may be able to buy a faster computer!

Shebeen Club Meeting Monday: Intro to the Federation of BC Writers

raincoaster logo yo!This month we’ve moved our meeting to Monday, September 15th instead of Tuesday and across the street so that we can have the brand-new Shebeen all to ourselves! We’ll play host to Sylvia Taylor, President of the Federation of BC Writers, who will give us an overview of the Fed and what it can do for its writers. Some of you will remember Sylvia from a our June meeting, when she spoke on memoir writing and editing.

Welcome to all the first-time Shebeeners! Our meetings are a convivial gathering of literary types of all sorts: editors, writers, publishers, booksellers, and students as well. All are welcome.

Go into the Irish Heather GastroPub, then through the back door to The Shebeen Whisky House, 212 Carrall Street in Gastown. If you get lost, staff can show you the way. Note that this is across the street from the old location.

Your $15 admission includes a great dinner of bangers and mash or vegetarian pasta from the kitchen of the Irish Heather gastropub, plus one glass of wine or pint of beer or pop.

Meet and Greet 7-7:30

Listen and Learn 7:30-8

Signups, networking, and complaining about agents 8-9!

Shebeen Club:

http://shebeenclub.com
And coming soon to Facebook Groups

BC Fed:

http://www.bcwriters.com/

Sylvia Taylor:

http://sylviataylor.ca/

Self-Hatred FTW!

Fran Lebowitz is right: the products of repression and self-hatred are artistically superior to the products of freedom and self-actualization. I mean: Vincent Van Gogh vs LeRoy Neiman. Case closed.

So this is what architects do in their spare time, when they’re not being paid to create soul-killing, fast-buck developments of appalling vulgarity that stain the surface of the Earth merely by existing:

Dubai just got a little easier to bear