welcome distractions

last night i ate dinner with 'he who can not be named on the blog' and senor bull and it was a great distraction from the day's earlier news. between that, seeing muc and the lawn cutting i made it through the day with minimal meltdowns.
muc was leaving town today to go back to his life in smithers and as a send-off mina and brent organized a snack hoedown at their place before he had to leave for the airport. i had to do some sliding door work at topanga early in the day but after that went and grabbed ' h.w.c.n.b.n.o.t.b' and headed over to the eastside and brent and mina's - lovingly refered to as the shums.
it was cool. some hash brown cheese thingy to eat, eggs, homemade bread, seven layer dip and prawns fired up on the bbq by dean...aka chef. the weather couldn't have been better and it was nice to see some folks i don't see very much...the fortunes, petetastic, dan deloo and chef...
afterwards i drove muc to the airport, which had become somewhat of a tradition...and he was away in the sliver eagle back to smithers...i always enjoy the time i spend with him when he's here... as an added treat he got to meet lindsay, the sandwich queen, and enjoy one of her fine creations at meainhardt..he also got to enjoy a jj bean fresca medichi made with just a little bit of love by chris.
in other news...
bubbles (al) and erin, new-ish home owners in the land of dunbar, joined the ranks of those who have had lawn order pay them a visit in a time of great need...it was a big day of cutting yesterday and today i'm beat, i have to say, but i was happy to help them out..good kids.

i'm tuckered out. i don't mind sayin'. i need a good sleep...night night.

g. xo

a mix from the last day or so....

lindsay outdoes herself...again.

pete loves hanging out at the shums...

brent and tai...

mina, hostess with the mostest...

dave 'killer' fortune.

muc shows off his sandwich and his new g-shock watch...

chris serves up some fine coffee drinks...

muc and the chef talk hockey...or something...

bubbles and erin's finely cut lawn...



my pal rick needed the grass cut...how could i say no...he's a teamster and probably knows guys who could hurt me...

muc and angela...

one of my new clients on fifth ave. in kits...nice lookin' cut...

marty basso was a friend of mine.

i was going to tell you all about my last couple of days. how i worked 18 hours the other day (and how that went...), then slept for four hours and then back at it...and how in that time i cut three lawns as well...and...
but i'm not going to tell you any of that...not really. (beware rambling entry coming on....)
i met marty basso around 1977 when i was living in prince rupert. i had seen him around before that, as rupert was and still is a small town, but we hadn't really met officially. we had been on opposing sports teams before that, baseball and basketball, but never on the same team and never in the same school. for a small town rupert had a lot of elementary schools and marty went to the catholic school down the hill from my school so it wasn't until junior high that we started to see more of each other and became team mates and later great friends.
marty and i experienced a lot of firsts together as young men with some of these firsts coming as highs and others as lows but all important in their own way. we learned from each other and the wrong steps we sometimes made were just a little bit easier because we had each other around.
marty was an exceptional athlete and naturally gifted when it came to basketball and made everyone on the court better by just being around. i learned a lot from him when playing with him and was often in awe of his skill on the floor.
marty was also gifted in the looks dept. as well and i used to love when issy's would tell me about marty coming to visit her at the UBC hospital, when she was working there, and he'd stroll into her office after being at the gym and her secretary's would always mention to her how much they liked it when marty would come to visit.
through the years marty and i moved in and out of each other's lives mainly because marty was at UBC and moved a few times between vancouver and price rupert before finally settling back here for good and eventually becoming the shop teacher at van tech. i'd visit him from time to time at high school to see what he was up to, other times marty would come by whatever fx shop i was working at and we'd load him up with scrap metal and bits and pieces of this and that to give to his students.
as the years went on we saw less of each other but had the kind of relationship that would pick-up at whatever point we had left off the last time we saw each other. i liked that about us. with marty working full time as a shop teacher and me in film it made our time together less and less but we would talk via e.mail or on the phone and if there was a gathering at his place i'd try and drop-by and see who i recognized from the 'old' days.
marty finally found the love of his life a few years ago, helen, and after dating a while made the leap and married her - i took issy as my date to his wedding. and not long after that, well long enough, marty and helen had a little boy, david.
marty was a great friend and an even better brother, son and husband. i knew him well and was proud to call him a friend.
marty died friday after a battle with cancer and will be sadly missed by all who knew him. and while we did drift apart, i feel a void already knowing that i can't just phone him, or e.mail him or drop by his school and just say hello. just because.
today as i drove from richmond to vancouver on my way to another lawn, issy told me the news. at first i didn't process it or what it meant but as i made my way down 41st ave towards blenheim st. it began to sink in. and before i knew it i was having a bit of a meltdown and needed to just go and sit somewhere and just sit. be still and try and get my big boy pants back on, and as 'luck' would have it i was a block from tom and judy's place so i made my way to their carport. and just sat there. then after a while, knew that one of the reasons i cut grass is to zen out and just think and, sometimes, forget about everything and just mow. so i left the carport and headed over to bubbles and erin's and got down to business. and, for a bit, the world was back on its axis.
marty basso was a good man and i'll miss him. and while it's sad how, sometimes, this sort of thing has to happen to make us think of those around us, and how we feel about each other, i know how i feel about my friends and try, as best i can, to tell them how i feel, it happens and we can't ignore it nor should we. and if i haven't told you lately that i love you, i do. and if i haven't seen you for a while, please know that i think about you and wish i could see you more. i need to work on that. and if you have people in your life that you wish you could see more. call them. and even if you can't see them in person, tell them you were thinking of them, and that you love them. you'll feel better once you do.
wherever you are marty, thanks.
ok...i'm sorry for the rambling...

i love you.

g. xo

hey! garage sale! saturday!

hey kids...
this must be catching...fawn and simone are having a yard sale......

Just wanted to let you know that Simone and I are hosting a Garage Sale this
Saturday in the park at Adanac and Salsbury from 9 am to 1 pm (outside our Co-
op), swing by and cruise our treasures. OR if you want to sell crap to my
neighbors, you can set up a blanket!

Or just swing by to say hi.

Love you guys,
F

g. xo

one belated...one correctly dated....

oh, i'm a bad friend...
let's all put our hands together and give a big round of applause to one marcy emery...her birthday was yesterday and i forgot to make mention of it here...happy birthday!!!!
and today, it's that one man photographic wrecking crew's birthday, mark mushet....happy birthday to you my friend of 30 years...yup, happy birthday to you.

ok...i feel a little better now...i love you both.


g. xo

heads up...there's a yard sale in the works

on the weekend i was talking with my pal lisa, storm salon head honcho, and we were talking about getting rid of stuff that we don't need...i told her i'd love to have a yard sale but had nowhere to do it. she suggested her place, a place i cut so you know the grass will be decent....so that's it...issy's basement will get a little less clutter very soon. we're thinking of july sometime, early july. i'm gonna pull out all the old punk rock t-shirts, wash 'em and let them go out into the world...all the cassettes i have been collecting, rock posters, cd's, framed art/posters, blank picture frames, clothing, shoes, tys, nick knacks....it'll be good....
i'm kinda excited about it...

g. xo

damn!

this is good....

g. xo

edit....

if you have the time...you should read this...

like a drooling bloodhound

i was just reading the Andale menu on-line...fuck. if i lived in los gatos i'd be working my way through that menu pronto. three weeks until the end of this show..three weeks until the end of this show...

g. xo

small steps

well...
the deck is now ready-ish for the growing season - i still need to get a couple things but, it's a good start. out with the old crap...this season snap dragons make an appearance on my deck along with the usual petunias, etc...we'll see how they do. i get a lot of sun and they're a full sun number so i think they'll like it out there. i'm not going to grow tomatoes this year since i never actually eat them - i love them but i forget about them and they just grow and then...nothing.

have a great holiday monday.

g. xo


before i started given'er


after some given'er

ok...all clean

so...just in case you're keeping score at home.
after several trips to the home depot yesterday, on one of which i ran into my old high school pal and former cbc radio personality, katherine gretsinger, and was telling her son to get tattoos but just don't tell his mom and to also forget about post-secondary education and just go right into a trade (which i fully endorse..), i finally got the old dishwasher - (which is actually the new dishwasher...) to do it's thing. i ran a load last night as i cleaned-up the mess that my place had become and man, that thing cleans dishes alright. i have left the lower panel off for now and will run a few more loads before closing it up just in case there are leaks...
today is flower box and deck day...while at the depot yesteday i picked-up a few plants and will get them all set in and let nature take it's course. i'm a fan of the flowers on the deck...brings just a little bit of beauty to the hell that is gastown...or my portion of it.

g. xo

here are a few pics from the weekend so far....

karen sat with us for a few minutes at topanga sat. night...

the garbs pre-birthday meal...

corie takes advantage of the magic hour sun...


sara..last week blonde-ish..this week...brunette-ish...

um...

stevie janz had me over to his place to 'cut his grass'...which was really more of a hack and slash with the weedeater, and a little lawn cutting...

hhhmmm

well...i did it. i went to the home depot one more time and i now have quite a collection of brass fittings that will be finding their way to the alley very soon and a dishwasher that's still not working...this is doing wonders for my self esteem...
i wonder what time the home depot close tonight...

g. xo

one more time...

so...i'm having fun with the installation of my new dishwasher....
first, i got the wrong part from my pal brent at mackie agencies - not his fault it was just wrong. then i went to the home depot and got, what should have been the right part....nope. ok...the package was labeled weird...i guess i just don't know how to read..so i went back and got another part....but a different part was in the package than was written on the package...so it didn't work either. this thing is never gonna wash dishes at this rate and i have to be honest...i don't know if i have it in me for one more trip to the depot today...and my house is a fucking pigsty with bits and pieces of this and that everywhere and garbage and dirty dishes and shit...
i was suppose to play hockey tonight but i think i'm gonna stay home and watch tv...it's a mess out there.
this long weekend rules.

g. xo

i shouldn't be allowed.

to do home improvement.

period.

g. xo

happy birthday mr. garbis

happy birthday senor garbs, mr. garbis, el garberator...it's your big day. enjoy! and, you're in good company. others, less famous than yourself, celebrating today include: dennis hopper, trent reznor and bill paxton. so go get yourself a sandwich, relax, have a coffee, have some cake and then have another sandwich because, you've earned it.
we love you, you knucklehead.

g. xo

times

In my lifetime there have been times, or more accurately, events, that have happened to me that have shaped the way I think, changed my direction significantly or made me take a second, or two, and say, ‘wow, that happened…” I remember meeting Alan Trammel (albeit briefly) – World Series MVP and Detroit Tiger shortstop – at Tiger Stadium in 1986 and thinking I was meeting someone of a particular greatness. The same feeling came over me when I met Tony Bennett in one of the hallways at CBC after he had finished an interview with Vicki Gabereau and, as he shook my hand and asked how I was, I felt a little in awe and slightly shocked at the same time. I remember getting a few line e.mail from Tom Snyder after I had found his address and had sent him a note saying how much his work meant to me. I wish I still had that e.mail. It was short but it meant the world to me. In and around 1990 I came home from work and as I was checking my answering machine I had another of these moments as it began to reel off the messages of that day. One was the voice of David Wisdom, host of CBC’s ‘Nightlines’ (a show I was a listener of…) and he was, in his way, saying he know who I was, and I kinda knew who he was, and that I should give him a call and, well, that I should call him. I played this message over and over, for me, for my friends, for my girlfriend, for anyone who’d listen.
I met with David one afternoon, and while he ate a Ruben sandwich, we talked about radio and how the powers that be thought he should have a co-host or sidekick or at the very least someone who could come in when he was on vacation and do the show. Was I interested? I remember feeling like I had been drafted. I was being asked if I’d like to play music on the radio and talk and get paid for it. Before my brain could even really assess what had been asked of me the word ‘yes’ was coming out of my mouth. I gave no regard to my current work schedule at the printing house I was working at. Why would I? I was being asked to work with David Wisdom. At CBC. Home of Vicki Gabereau and such. My cheque would be signed by the same person who signed David’s and Vicki’s. I was all in.
As the years went on I hosted Nightlines a fair bit, did spots very regularly, became good friends with David, did spots on other shows – both am and fm (Early Edition, Afternoon Show, Radio Sonic, Reatime, etc.) – and had a great time within the walls of the CBC on Hamilton st. and I always felt proud of being able to work along side, shit privileged, David, who in my eyes – and those of many others – was the Canadian equivalent of England’s John Peel.
Then as life does sometimes, things went awry at CBC for many, me included. And while I’m not going to go into the details here, I will say this, it was shitty. And with that my relationship with David kinda fell away as well, in fact, as of this writing, I have not seen David for five years but still regard him very highly.
I’m not sure what happened but I do know the last time I saw him. It was at my 40th birthday party that I celebrated at the Topanga with a bunch of my closest pals. David and Connie – David’s amazing wife – showed-up and then, after looking around, said they were just gonna go for a walk and come back in a bit, they never did. Mutual friends of ours tell me that it’s nothing, that he still speaks of me fondly and that I’ve done nothing that life just goes that way sometimes. I agree with that.
We were suppose to have lunch one day a couple of years back that I failed to make it to, my fault, and since then there has been talk of other dinners but nothing has materialized, and there’s a part of me that’s ok with that.
David changed my life in a huge fashion and I will forever be thankful for my time spent with him talking about music, women, more music and life in general. He introduced me to people, some famous, some not I still see and know and others I am glad to have met even if it was only once.
Why all this?
Well, David wisdom is having a show of his photographs beginning may 17th at the Teck Gallery, SFU Vancouver Campus, 515 Hastings st. Photos taken between 1970 and 1975 of Vancouver during that time. You should go and see it.
I hope that wasn’t too painful – my little trip down memory lane – but I just thinking about David and me and radio and life and stuff….

Have a great Friday.

g. xo

fiddleheads and rain

shauna's dinner of halibut included a little number she'd never had before - fiddleheads....

last night, after literally months of trying, shauna, ang and i went to the rain city grill for dinner - issy had given me a gift certificate for my birthday (last year...) and we finally got it together and made it...and it was a great little dinner we had i'll tell ya...thanks issy...

g. xo

shauna likes fiddleheads now.

ang had the mussles...loved it. i had short ribs... nice.

nice shoes...

i like shoes...and normally i wouldn't be interested in these, or this type of 'runner' but, i like these. i tend to stay away from shoes, especially sport shoes, that have a white sidewall...they tend to look like shit after a few days...these bob cousy numbers by pf flyer are good lookin'...

g. xo

sometimes

sometimes it pays to just keep your mouth shut - i should have done that today. not the end of the world, by any means but, i laid into someone today in a way i don't usually do. i usually keep, what i said, in my head and keep it that way...i think one of my co-worker's unedited style of speaking is rubbing off on me and i don't like it. i have, in the past couple of weeks, let a few people know how i feel about the way they conduct business or how their (whatever) has fucked me. i can be grumpy (much less so in recent times...) sure, but this is different...this is me not holding back whatever it is i wanna say and letting it all go. and sometimes, that's ok...not today. i'm gonna say sorry and hope all's well because he's a good guy and is just, um, different from me and operates in a different manner than i do, and maybe a different manner than the rest of the world does, but that doesn't make it wrong. just different.
i need an el presidente is all. maybe an in-n-out burger...it's the 'near the end of the show' pissyness and it's kicking in. all will be well and the world will be back on its axis soon enough.

in other news. someone came and took the dishwasher away. i picked-up the new one yesterday and will try and find time over the long weekend to install it...say hello to clean dishes again - though i have had those but have been doing them by hand (which i don't mind a bit...kinda zens me out....)

ok.

g. xo

home improvements and free shit in the alley

last night, as i watched the best canucks game i have seen i a long while - and i don't mean that as a slight (i really don't), if they played like that all the time then it would be worth watching...sure, i hate them, and i wanted them to lose but, that was a pretty fun game to watch - ups and downs and...anyhow, as i watched it, and secretly hoped my neighbour was drinking himself into a depressed stupor and an ugly ulcer over his team losing, i was fixing shit around the house..a new flapper in the old toilet - very exciting and taking out my old dishwasher getting ready for the arrival of the new unit that i'm hoping to pick-up tonight or today or whenever...but i'm ready for it. and i'll tell you what, a lot of crap - dust, pennies, corn, etc. - gets behind a dishwasher over twelve years. nice.
and now, as i love doing the craigslist giveaway, my old dishwasher is sitting behind the shop waiting to be nabbed by someone who really needs a crappy old dishwasher...maybe you need one...

have a great tuesday...

g. xo

go ella!

ella sommerville (second from left and seated) and her pals get ready to go and kick some ass 101st birthday style.

over the weekend, may 9th to be exact, my grannie - isy's mom - turned 101 years young...lookin' good grannie!

keep on rockin'

garn xo

contraire to popular belief...

...i'm all for saving the planet. sure, i work in an industry that throws more shit away and fills landfills with old used sets and foam and paper and crap and, i have a few gas powered tools that i use on a regular basis to cut grass and a car, and a motorcycle, and another car...but...i'm big on recycling too. i really am...i'm also pretty big on getting the food from my plate, into my mouth...and so it was with great frustration last night, as i dined on my whole foods burrito - at the new whole foods at eighth and cambie - that i wished for nothing more than a good old steel fork and knife...i know, i know, the take-out 'cutlery' they have biodegrades and is made of corn...blah, blah, blah...i need my fucking food to make it from my plate to my mouth...the forks are ok, but the knives are useless. and while i'm talking about the whole foods burrito...i may as well give you this heads-up: it's ok, nothing to write home about and don't get it 'wet' (those who know know what this means...for those who don't - it's when you get enchilada sauce on your burrito...) the enchilada sauce there sucks. it's kinda thick and gel like after it cools a little...and kinda hot/sweet. i think if i was to get another burrito from there - and by the way the price is right and the size is decent - i'd get it to go in foil and be more satisfied with my burrito purchase.
all in all the new whole foods seems decent if a little disorganized...but that'll work itself out i'm sure.
ok...

rock on...

g. xo

they don't make 'em like they used to...

time for a new printer...this one flew off my desk, went out the door and smashed itself on the sidewalk...

g. xo

dinner and drinks on 45

as a perfect end to a long 45 kinda day, we headed to topanga and ate like champs...no huge report...just some pics of the good times...

thanks to everyone...at the shop, issy at lunch, on the e.mail and at topanga.

g. xo

sara watches mishi give me the happy birthday finger...

mishi and corie do...something.

then have a good laugh.

katherine ate like a champ as well.

sara bought me chocolate letters that spelled out my name...and a chocolate motorbike...

...and eat it too

issy came by the shop today and we headed down to ethical bean to have a sandwich and shot the shit - like mothers and sons do - including her telling me about how she loves her ipod that she can plug into her car stereo and rock out all the way from tsawwassen. she liked the ethical bean, loved her sandwich and told some good stories...and as it turns out, brought by cake for me and the boys to enjoy at our coffee break...corie also brought cake...so it was a big old cake coffee break today with people sampling the two cakes...good times...
i'm a little full now..i hope i can eat my cal-mex goodness tonight...

have fun. i love you. really.

g. xo

dan can't spell.

mike likes cake.

so does grant...

cake carnage.

for the love of barry

nice...
after a year, or just slightly less, of thinking about it, i finally bought myself something i really wanted. a barry mcgee painted liquor bottle. while barry's stock has dropped a little this last year, in terms of the prices of his pieces, his stock is still high with me. i'm excited, i really am.

have a great wednesday.

g. xo

stockpile

I’d tell you more if I knew. More. If I had an idea what it was you were looking for me to say. I think I do, know, and then I say it and I know, almost as soon as it comes out of my mouth, that it’s wrong. And there’s no way I can ever take it back. And maybe I mean it, really mean it, shit, I know I do, but I still know I’ve made a huge mistake.
I remember reading Sam Shepard’s ‘Killer’s Head’ years ago and for some reason I thought of it last night. Like most of Sam’s stuff it seems to make no sense a lot of the time but then, others make all the sense in the world. There are a lot of random thoughts in ‘Killer’s Head’ as the end draws near like a nervous energy being expelled. A line that has stuck with me for years from Sam’s ‘True West’ is, “there’s gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighbourhood this morning” gonna or going or I remember it like that.
I think of you sometimes as well, like that, like a nervous energy being expelled. Sometimes when I speak to you it’s like I’m all jacked up on caffeine and can’t seem to get the words out fast enough. I used to have a little dog that shook, seemingly, uncontrollably after it ate a meal. Like it couldn’t shed the food and the excess had to be whittled away somehow. I know how my hands feel when I’m with you or when I see you or when I hear your voice. And I’m ok with it, I really am. Maybe you know it, maybe you don’t. Years ago I would have said you couldn’t have seen it but I knew you could or at least I thought so.
I wrote you things you never did ever see. Or will see. I can’t show you. My skin isn’t thick enough for the result of that, or what the result may be. I may, one day, show you these things; hopefully it won’t be too late.
I want to tell you things. Things that have been bouncing around inside my head seemingly forever.
We’ll see. You’re special to me and you know it. I can’t live without you. And I won’t.

boxes and arms

i bought myself, a couple of years ago, a Steelcase Think chair...i mean, a man needs a good chair if his ass is gonna be in it for a good portion of the day - which isn't something i'm crazy about but, once i saw that i was a chair bound guy for a lot of my day it was time to invest in a good chair. Pam and Tobe at Propellor had Think chair's so i was familiar with them before i bought mine. i made other changes here as well including making my desk a little higher and putting my computer on a little platform etc. and it has made such a difference but i digress...one of the arm adjusters on my Think chair got fucked-up and broken...and when i contacted Hertitage Office Furniture about it they initially said the new arms - which are only sold in sets, would be $450.00 ...holy crap...but then my nam tim there, did some looking about and saw that i should be under warranty and presto chango, i'm a guy with new arms, sotospeak. a little early present i say...nice. thanks tim.
and if you're looking for a nice chair for your tired ass i say have a look at the Steelcase stuff...worth the coin in the end. afterall, it's your ass.

g. xo

get yourself a burrito man...

today's the day.

g. xo

stock boy

since sunday morning i have been in a funk of sorts that i can't really describe nor shake. i know may is a month i generally, and not on purpose, take stock and it, usually, doesn't amount to much in my books. my life as a secretary - i know this is how i am viewed by many i work with or at the very least not really an fx guy. my expanding size - something i hate but i guess not enough to actually get down and do something about - too fucking lazy. my hockey game tonight confirmed, to me at least, that i am more of a detriment than an asset to the bombers...god bless 'em for keeping me around...nice guys (although i am contemplating retirement from hockey...) but hey, i'm a great grass cutter...so wicked. and i know how to buy stuff, fill out a purchase order and then go get it. but hey, they keep paying me to do it so i'll keep doing it the best i can. good little organizer that i am.
i'm not sure what to do...i'm sure i'll snap out of it and forget, at least for a while, how much i disappoint myself, and just get on with the business of making my way to the end without tipping over the apple cart too much.
i'm tired.
i'm tired of the construction in vancouver. i'm tired of the olympics and they haven't even started. i'm tired of alergies. i'm tired of the vanoc pricks on their cell phones and their self-imposed importance. i'm tired of being tired because of my shitty sleep patterns. i'm tired of ill-fitting clothes. i'm tired of self-centred assholes. i'm tired of the me first people. i'm tired of ESL students - from wherever it is they keep coming from.
oh man...i need to get to sleep...and i know...it'll all look so much better in the morning...and i'm just rambling after a shitty game and an impending change of numbers. good times. where is the world where the unskilled and marginally handsome rule?
night night.

g. xo

a little bit of elton in there...come see.

have you heard the song "this train don't stop there anymore"? you should, even if you don't like elton. justin timberlake played elton in the video for it - and who doesn't love justin timberlake - i mean really.

g. xo

no news is good news...

the garbs enjoys his sandwich made by the sandwich queen at meinhardt.

or something like that...
i have no real report...i will say this for those who may be so inclined (those who love sandwiches...) there's a young woman at meinhardt, on granville street, that maybe very well be the queen of all sandwich makers...i don't know her name but i do know she makes a wicked sandwich. look for her there on the weekends...shortish, maybe 20, brown hair, purple streak in it...order from her and you'll know what's up.

go.

g. xo

look at that thing...bustin' out rick james style.

good lord!

chris at jj bean has become quite a good dresser...i'd say the best dressed barista in town.

one of those days

you ever have one of those days?

i'm having one right now.

please. someone. do something.

g. xo

turn it up!

isn't the idea that you carry the boombox with the speakers facing you so you can shuck and jive to your tunes, not facing the street so just 'the man' in his corporate car only hears it?
last night after cutting lisa's lawn, my third on a workday without trimming on company time, i was driving down robson st. to pick-up mishi and there he was...senor boombox. and while on one hand i applaud him for rockin' the boombox like it was 1982 or earlier, the music he was playing didn't fit the mold...maybe if he had been playing some cool moe dee, run dmc or grandmaster flash, i'd be on his team but he was kicking it new school with some sorta underworld/chemical brothers/new disco...but still good to see...maybe if he had been laying down 'lowrider' i'd have been more on board.
we ate like champs at topanga last night...and i'm here to say, there's a new margarita maker on town - i don't know her name but, she knows what's what. and so ya know, they still have that carrot cake...and the kids are lovin' it...i, on the other hand, am only looking at it from a distance.
ok...two more lawns today - hopefully i can get to them before it starts raining...which is coming my friends...
have a great saturday.

g. xo

ice cream for crow

jess and cam have had a crow that has set-up shop outside their window for the last couple of years and does what crows do in nests. they decided to set-up a camera and record those doings. it was a hit last year so here we go again.
check it out. (click there or there's a link to their site on the left hand side of the blog in the links area.)

rock on.

g. xop

that didn't go as planned...

ok...
so the game last night went in the wrong direction early on, then went a little better, and then better still and then, poorly.
chicago's got them right where they want them.
in other news. the garbs and mishi got their computer back after the hard drive died, and after a short but hard fought battle with apple (by mishi) to get them to pay for the repairs - the warranty had expired approx. two months ago...so that was good...so they're back rockin' the internet. sara and i met-up with the garbs at the white spot on thurlow and had a burger and met some cops.
ok..i have to go to the salt mine now...
have a great friday...

g. xo

oh. i cut a lawn at lunch yeterday as well...four lawns this week, so far, over three lunch hours...nice.