Now come on: what could possibly be better than aged port and chocolate?
Well… how about chocolate with port?
Less washing of glasses. Fingers to lick. All good!
Check out the hand-crafted chocolate bars from Mink. Hand made in small batches in Vancouver. No additives to extend shelf-life, so you also have the perfect excuse to eat the whole bar in one sitting if you have no willpower. Not cheap at $6.25… but then, nothing of quality ever is.
Still coming off the high of watching Coldplay the other week, and suddenly remembered I’m off to see Snow Patrol tomorrow evening at the Orpheum.
The power of the Internet has revealed the likely setlist, and I’m pleased to learn that my favourite song off the Fallen Empires album (In the End) is a strong candidate for the show, if Chicago was anything to go by. Second favourite (Lifening) is in there too as a likely encore. Beautiful lyrics.
But today, I’d like to share some thoughts of another strong candidate for inclusion – This Isn’t Everything you Are.
How often it is that we take one aspect of ourselves and temporariliy fixate on it, forgetting all the other facets and modes of being that make us such interesting animals?
A relationship. With a lover, with an ill relative. And if that relationship fails, or the relative dies, we need to remember that we were not defined purely by that relationship.
Easy to say… unless it’s just happened.
And if you’re thinking you might like to see them live, there are a few venues still not sold out, according to their web site.
You can’t find the phone, so you can call it off
But it might be for the best
You can’t walk away, anyway
Cause you’ve nowhere else to go
Is he worth all this, is it a simple yes?
Cause if you have to think, it’s fucked
Feels like you loved him more, than he loved you
And you wish you’d never met
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
You’ve been up all night, and the night before
You’ve lost count of drinks and time
And your friends keep calling, worried sick
There’s strangers everywhere
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
And in one little moment
It all implodes
This isn’t everything you are
Breathe deeply in the silence
No sudden moves
This isn’t everything you are
Just take the hand that’s offered
And hold on tight
This isn’t everything you are
There’s joy not far from here, right
I know there is
This isn’t everything you are
When you took the call
How could you know
That he’d slipped away last night
And you wish you went home, days ago
To say goodbye or just hello
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
Don’t keel over now
Don’t keel over
And in one little moment
It all implodes
This isn’t everything you are
Breathe deeply in the silence
No sudden moves
This isn’t everything you are
Just take the hand that’s offered
And hold on tight
This isn’t everything you are
There’s joy not far from here, right
I know there is
This isn’t everything you are
This isn’t everything you are.
I just found out Ryan Gosling is Canadian. Well fancy that!
Taking a stroll around our local ponds as they are slowly being rehabilitated after their dredging, we came across a family of geese. I happened to have my Box Brownie with me, so thought I’d share a few snaps of the youngsters as they bickered and mucked about under the watchful eyes of mum and dad. If you’re prone to uttering “aw cute!” though, you are banished to the corner…
A few readers may recall come pictures I posted when our two local ponds were being drained. That was back in February. Progress is being made, and one of the ponds has been refilled. Aparently the mud dredged out had an unexpectedly high zinc level, so the council had to find a different waste dump that was certified to accept the mud. Mud that had hitherto been totally fine for the local ducks, but was now unfit to have within the city boundaries of Surrey, BC.
As the park is slowly being returned to normal, I took my trusty camera obscura for a walk and captured a few snaps of the different aspects of the Spring day. The glorious blooms from the magnolias, the pathetic little piles of bikes and shopping trolleys that had been salvaged from the ponds, the heavy equipment lying idle for the weekend, awaiting Monday’s renewed action. There’s much to be seen if you choose to look.
Yegods! A&F to open a children’s store on Savile Row?!
Simply not cricket, what?
Where does she find them?! Great piece.
Suddenly “fly blown” isn’t such a bad thing…
To promote their exhibition stand at the Franfurt Book Fair, Eichborn the publisher with the fly prepared 200 flies with an ultra light banner. The banner was attached with natural wax. After a short time the banner dropped off by itself. And the flies were not harmed.
When they say flies, they actually mean flies too! It’s an old one but when you actually realise what they’ve done, it’s great and very different. It’s funny to watch the flies fly around people. I wonder how they got them on the flies.
Ever fallen asleep in the sun, with your mouth wide open?
No – me neither, but if it’s a risk, I have a possible solution!
My son has several Asian friends, and they’ve introduced him to a Korean drink by Paldo, made of Aloe Vera (yes – the stuff they make sun cream out of). It has a faint taste of processed grape juice – as many North American drinks do too – but is quite refreshing and has “floaty bits” just for good measure.
Paldo: Sugar free Aloe Vera drink
Obviously I don’t recommend you assuming it has any sun-oriented benefits whatsoever…
Wikipedia: Aloe Vera
So someone invited me to join Google+, and I did so in a moment of weakness.
I forgot all about it (while, like a ravenous leech, it’s probably sucking every iota of personal information… and potentially dignity… from my very being) until today.
Today I came across this. I know a few iOS and Linux addicts who might find it a little offensive. For that reason alone it was worth posting. I’m like that! 
OK – so forget the political angle on the original posting, and just concentrate on the human aspect in the photo. Whether it’s father/son, long lost friends, not-quite lovers, or rescued dog from the pound. Nothing says “I care – really”, like a great big hug.
You’ve got to show them that you care.
