So, I know this isn’t actually a ‘World Cup 2018’ moment, but Sean found it and posted it today in honour of football more generally and it is an amazing thing. I mean, after you’ve got over the shorts (actually, you will never get over the shorts), you’ve also got the lace. Peter Wyngarde, eat your heart out.
I can only post a link, I am gutted because that means it will probably not survive for posterity. But it will survive for a while.
Warm Sunday evening, lovely in fact! When I close my eyes (during gaps in the noise from the traffic) I can imagine I am actually on an island somewhere, corona and lime in hand (that part’s true), breeze blowing through my hair (no mind it’s the oscillating fan), and the sound of waves washing up on the shore (I’ve stuck my feet in a bowl of water for verisimilitude). I’ve been thinking of redoing the bedroom floor in sand, will save on cleaning I’m thinking. Boleros playing, and I’m in Mexico more or less, hoping someone will walk up to me and try to sell me a grilled fish wrapped in tinfoil, I could do with one of those! Would go quite well with my beer.
But no, I’m still in LA. Still, it’s a nice place sometimes. Walked down to the lotus festival this afternoon…some fine wheatpasting on the way, don’t know what it means but that only adds an air of delicious mystery to it all…Besides, mass distraction cannot be good, I’m quite against it!
And the lotuses on the lake! Lovely, and got a photo I’m rather proud of…
And then off to Patra’s for pastrami sandwiches, almost as good as freshly caught and grilled fish on a Mexican beach! The best part is the classy atmosphere, I mean, just look at the tablecloth!
Really, words do not exist to describe it. Do they? No, don’t think they do. Who would believe without the picture! I asked where they had found such an amazingly beautiful pattern, thought it would look quite nice in my own kitchen, but sadly the workers didn’t know, though they did promise to ask the owner for me.
And Italy wins the cup! Only four more years until the next one!
It has, it really has. Three sad and simple words sum up the depths to which this noble pastime has fallen, they are the…hurts to say it…Cialis Western Open. How much did the makers of cialis pay for that? A lot. Must have been a hell of a lot. Shall golf be irremediably connected to erectile dysfunction?
On a lighter note it appears from the latest zoloft commercial that anti-depressant pills actually increase suicidal tendencies in kids under the age of 18. Think it’s about time we flushed the lot of those pills down the toilet.
On a still lighter note Italy! Que belleza! Que emocion! In the words of Univision commentator, “he lifted up his humanity and proved that man CAN fly!” And that was just the first goal! And there are fireworks tonight! I love fireworks! Exclamation marks of light against the darkness, and you can tell how much I love exclamation marks!
Mexico lindo….so close! Saturday evening and I should be at the beach…but Davin is still sick, our host Dawn is now sick…so here we are. I think we’re going to catch a movie, I don’t really care since I am still deeply depressed though sadly no longer intoxicated. Too depressed to be funny at all. If I weren’t on a trip which always makes me think more than usual I wouldn’t even write.
Had a lazy day otherwise, everyone being sick…I have some photos to put up but am feeling supremely unmotivated. Last night there were a couple of coyotes living it up outside, I woke up and thought for a marvelous second I was home in Arizona and little and in the desert, but no, I knew I was in Vancouver when the 55 pound german bohemoth named Oz landed on top of me and started barking out the window. Am very tired!
my mourning period for Mexico is still not quite over, but I am feeling much better certainly! We went to an English spot this morning to catch the game as did over a hundred other fans and therefore I did not care a bit that England is still playing like shit, though Ecuador played much worse…that shot by Beckham was incredible, and besides, I was regaling myself with bacon and eggs while singing God Save the Queen and something else quite catchy but seeming to have lots of syllables and no words and crashing my coffee cup down on the counter while chanting and clapping and jumping up and down the whole time. And the match this afternoon, for pure drama it was brilliant! I do love a good fight or two, means the teams have heart que no? I was hoping for ot, but the damned dutch just couldn’t seem to find the net…still, England should be moving ahead nicely given all the red cards…and Figo’s probably out as well. It was a noble head butt though, what possessed the man?
One observation…when Italy won earlier this week the Italians poured out of Cafe Roma en masse to celebrate in the streets. And today when portugal won the Portuguese poured out of the Portuguese Club of Vancouver (of which i became an honorary associate member today) and shut down the street – even more of them present, it looked like a parade! When the English won, they sang, jumped up and down, waved their arms around, but did they leave the bar? No…they ordered another round. I imagine many of them were planning a day of it. I shall leave the deductions to you!
Terrible day! Mexico, god! I swear Marquez was possessed by evil spirits! He needs a limpia (traditional and ritual Mexican cleansing for the uninitiated), and I for one, would be more than happy to break eggs over his head and whip him with bunches of ruda (rue), though he’s not worth sacrificing a chicken for.
Davin is sick so I wandered the conference alone most of the day…I mustered up the courage to walk up to and talk to my first complete stranger however! Davin has been doing the heavy lifting in that department because he actually likes talking to strangers, but I actually approached the swedish head of the international tenant union and engaged him in engaging conversation and it went over well, with me being half invited to a swedish reception later in the afternoon celebrating the returning of a stolen indigenous totem pole…the greatest threat to affable swedish-canadian relations for the past 10 years apparently! I didn’t go. I almost repeated the experiment, high on my first success, with a guy on the street who looked exactly like Clark Kent, but proceeded to trip over a crack in the sidewalk and so quickly changed my mind.
So I also wandered downtown, here are some truly touristy photos but with artisitic merit I think though I might be delusional.
The above is from the financial district, as is the fountain below:
and the waterfront is lovely…ther are sea planes! How cool are they? I want to fly one…
And from the walk back in search of food…
And this very cool graffiti, I’m impressed, i though LA had a corner on the street art department…