pushy
"i don't know why you don't call it a push bike, you're part of the commonwealth"...a conversation with my mate from oz, in relation to a continuing conversation with a coworker from england. i laughed at the whole "push bike" thing because we just call it a bike.
oh well, this was as we were strolling along the back roads in kits as she dawdled to work on the island (so glad it's not me this week!) and we stopped in the robert held glass blowing studio to admire the blowfish and starfish and eggs and hearts and things. beautiful all together, but kinda kitshy when you bring them home one by one. the opposite of the lush products, which are nice one on one, but together in the store like one big smelly nightmare.
before that, we were having dim sum on broadway and fir, with the georgia straight opened up between us on the table ogling page 83. it was like we were in san fran or hong kong where folks go for dim sum everyday and speak excitedly.
before that, i was sitting outside goldilocks bakery wondering what to read because all the georgia straights had not been filled all the way up main and even onto broadway, when i looked up and there's the magical, mystical turquiose shiny new cover (i guess cuz the office is right across the street) and i opened it up and full on squealed and jumped up and down on the corner.
the best part of this was the process....and i can definitely say that it was worth all the efforts. thank-you to everyone involved.
last nite we checked out the red bull academy party at the media club, and it was the best presentation/hobnob/lamb skewer eating/free drink drinking shindig that no money could buy. i'm gonna apply, just for the shit of it, and i met some amazing characters there too...including green tara (again for the first time) and needle kineval, who i chased after screaming "hey you!!!! i see you everywhere, and dammit, we're gonna meet right now" with a beer cup (filled with water, since that banana and seven got me a bit flushed) in my hand...and we chitchatted until amals came and busted me and started another round of girls whose names begin and end with "a" pontificating on a sidewalk, down one.
but, who says it doesn't pay to tell the truth, to throw some elbows to get what you want? you just gotta be prepared when folks push back, but in the end, it just makes you step up your game, and come with the georgia straight goods. oh, cop the classified album, y'all that shit made me laugh like a hyena and almost fall off the elliptical machine this morning. halifax?! taro root.
