A Change Of Venue

Up on the hill
They’ve got time to burn,
There’s no return.
Double helix in the sky tonight,
Throw out the hardware,
Let’s do it right.

Why are men afraid of vibrators…? I’ve never understood that. To me, they’re the perfect gift for any girlfriend or wife (yours, not someone else’s - careful with that shit!)

They’re not a threat to anyone’s masculinity or offensive in any way. In fact, they’re playful and fun and incredibly useful in the right hands.

The next time you think a dozen long-stemmed red roses will do the trick, try spending an extra twenty dollars and slip a ‘pocket rocket’ into the bouquet. See what effect THAT has on her.

Alright, I’ll admit: having a dozen long-stemmed red roses shoved up your ass — “Thorns, THORNS!” — probably isn’t the reaction you were looking for. And maybe the first date — let alone a blind date — isn’t the ideal opportunity.

No, timing and discretion are important. And understanding her is crucial. Maybe she’s shy, maybe she thinks that this ‘toy’ is just a tad too personal. Your offer of it should be a signal that you have a desire to experiment, to show her that you care about her pleasure and you are willing to share and be shared with. (more…)

I know she can see me. I can see her. There are only three things in the room and the chair doesn’t count! Hello - over here.

Nice dress, by the way. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress. Not… that one, anyway. Red is definitely your colour.

Hello - I’m talking to you! Trying to get your attention over here. Remember me…? Hello….

Hmm….

I thought I knew her… from before. Like when she was running around being all efficient and shit. Things got done. She was soooo… with it. Who knew. I thought I knew.

There was that one time, when she actually listened to something I was saying, and laughed. In all the right places too. That was cool.

Then she was aloof. Still there, but not there, you know? Women - I don’t get it.

While once at sea, a Toucan did I see,
beating her outstretched wings.
She flew so fast, my hopes were dashed -
No time to hear her sing.

And then it occurred, a splash I heard,
A Penguin could she be…?
Laughing and smiling, swooping and diving
in and out of the sea.

Another look, perhaps I mistook
a Hummingbird in flight.
Over and over, she darted for cover,
Always just out of sight.

And then it was clear, she flew so near,
At last I could truly see:
Not a Hummingbird, Toucan or Penguin at all,
But a Puffin… she was all three!

What do you see when you look at me…?

Yeah, red is definitely your colour.

Watched an old movie last night… Summer Lovers.

It’s NOT a great movie. It wasn’t a great movie in 1982 when I saw it the first time with a girlfriend in a New Westminster theatre that is now an Army Navy store!

I remember the theatre and the movie experience NOT because Daryl Hannah was naked (she played ‘Pris’, the replicant, in Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner the same year, by the way), but because I broke a tooth on an un-popped kernel of corn during the third reel and spent the rest of the evening in the emergency room of the Royal Columbian Hospital waiting my turn to get a mitt-full of 292s when I should have been getting laid!

But I digress…

No, the movie’s not great, but I did find it fascinating watching it this time around (without popcorn!) because of it’s stellar use of Greek locales in the storyline. The film was shot in the exact same locations that I spent much of my time this past Spring while cruising through the Greek islands - Santorini, Mykonos and Crete. And I mean EXACT! There are shots, entire scenes in this movie where I stood and took pictures, had lunch, shopped, danced (yes, I shop) and walked through the narrow, blindingly white passageways. It’s nice to know that after several thousands of years Greece hasn’t changed much in the last twenty-five. (?) You know what I mean.

So, the whole ‘Summer Lovers’ thing made me go back to my recent archive of Greek photos and make a few more pictures available on my Flickr site.

And yes, it really is that blue!

A bit of a gap in the narrative, it would seem. Welcome to excuse #3.

Well, there’s the book of course - a new book project that I’m writing with Christian. Sure to be a documentary too, at the very least, possibly a dramatic feature.

We’re on the cusp of picking our agent at an early stage in the research proceedings which seems prudent. And speaking of research, so far we’ve travelled to Honolulu, Sausalito and Detroit. Next week we’re off to Los Angeles for five days of intensive ‘look-see’ at various venues including the archives and records office of the L.A. Superior Court. I have to say this sleuthing shit is shaping the content and direction of the book in a big way. It is truly a different book from when we started six months ago. More on that later.

There was the three-weeks in the eastern Mediterranean Sea, cruising through the Greek Islands (see next post).

Doug has decided to return to Canada for the month of October and will likely be staying at Chateau Waldo for the duration. November will likely see him back in Afrique for another tour of duty. Sierra Leone, Togo…?

And then there’s always life in general. Although my life is far from ‘general’. Life in the Cove continues apace, as they say. Although I truly don’t know who says ‘apace’ anymore. Seven weeks left of Summer and you can already see the days getting shorter.

And so it goes….