Anodyne
Saturday, June 16, 2007
 

Free (9), 2007


Free (10), 2007


Free (11), 2007


Free (12), 2007
 

Ligia's larger cousin, Bathynomus giganteus. Via dru. A handsome little devil, built to survive at up to 7000 feet below sea level, and to predate anything unfortunate enough to wander by.
 

Free (5), 2007


Free (6), 2007


Free (7), 2007


Free (8), 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
 

Free (1), 2007


Free (2), 2007


Free (3), 2007


Free (4), 2007
 

(via I Can Has Cheezburger?)
 
Anodyne Inc.

Distributions trickling in through unseasonal heavy grey rain:

Parkland Income Fund (PKI.UN): 3510 units x .0967/unit = $339.42

TerraVest Income Fund (TI.UN): 1109 units x .08333/unit = $92.41

Cash balance, $1101.41
 

Ligia pallassii, live from the high tide line of the north Pacific coast. A bumper year for these little grey guys. Took a shortcut yesterday across a public beach on Bowen Island, sending literally dozens scuttling down off logs into the narrow rocky crevices they call home.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
 
The New Year

On the road for a day or two, Team Cat and Nikon in tow. Thanks to everyone who emailed, called, or bought me alcohol yesterday. And as DCFC says,

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions....
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
 

The Past is Gone But Something Might Be Found to Take Its Place

I'm 37 today. Pulpfiction is 7 as of 11am. Both still here, still holding on.

Ask Me
By William Stafford

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
Monday, June 11, 2007
 
Trashed, water-damaged Charles Bukowski trade paperback on the dollar table:

RESOURCEFUL SKID: Can I put a down payment on this and pick it up later?

CJB: Naw. Cash on the nail or back it goes.

RS: That's fair, I guess. [Digs through pockets, finds a rumpled $5]. I'll have you know I'm dipping into my drug fund for this!

CJB: It's a question of priorities. Do you want to read Charlie Buk, or do you want to get high?

RS: Some of column A, some of column B....
Sunday, June 10, 2007
 
Bruce's obituary, from today's Province:

"SERAFIN _ Bruce John. May 28, 1950 - June 6, 2007. It is with great sadness that Sharon Esson and the Serafin family announce the passing of Bruce Serafin on Wednesday, June 6, 2007 at the VGH Palliative Care Unit. After a courageous battle with cancer, Bruce died peacefully in the arms of his loving wife and dearest friend, Sharon. Bruce was an accomplished and recognized writer and well respected by his peers in the literary world. He was fortunate enough during this last year to finish his second book of essays, which gave him great strength. He leaves to mourn his very saddened and loving mother Sylvia, sisters - Rennie, Sonya and Laurie, brother Mark and nieces Aldea and Shannon and nephews Leon, Manuel and Marcel. He will also be sadly missed by Sharon's sons Mike, Shane and his wife Nicole and of course, dear granddaughter, Emma. We wish this brilliant mind peace in his departure of this world, as he joins his father John, and brother Michael. A celebration of Bruce's life will be held on Sunday, June 17th 2-5 P.M. at #57 - 1465 Lamey's Mill Road (Twin Rainbows Co-op - Granville Island). In lieu of flowers, Bruce and Sharon have requested donations to BC SPCA Hospital."
 

"Gigantor is a good guy," writes someone with more patience than me for bad films. "Maybe you were thinking of this guy."
 

CUP SIZES BEHIND THE COUNTER: Small, Tall, Grande, Venti, Gigantor (20 oz.!)

CJB: Lemon tea, please.

COUNTER GAL: What size?

CJB: Humongous!

CG [flirty]: We don't have that one....

CJB: That other word just feels wrong in my mouth. Like the villain in a 1970s made-in-Tokyo movie, the one who keeps stomping on all the buses and tanks!

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