Wooden Birds in a Room
We're drawn into the room by the sight of eagles and seagulls trying to get into a birdhouse near the roof. It's a large room, painted blue like the sky, and the ceiling is perhaps 50 or 100 feet away. Staggered at different levels are all sorts of various apparatus, people working them, it's like a hands on science-museum of sorts, I'm guessing the people are somehow controlling the birds, and as I'm watching them flying everywhere about the room (surprisingly few collisions) one hits my elbow - ouch! - they have some weight, wooden, and a small bird, painted to resemble a hummingbird, comes and tugs at my sleeve, it has something to show me. And I begin to climb the various levels of the room, we'll get to the top and investigate things on the way down, but there aren't always stairs, or I've missed them, and as I'm standing on a short stool grabbing another stool to pull myself up a level the stool I'm grabbing onto begins to slide, I realize the bird has let go my sleeve and I've missed the easy stairs up, I get down to try again...
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Peanut Gallery
Walking with the boy down 17 Ave, a gathering of homeless at Mt. Royal Park, one of the wits exclaims loudly: "Look, there go Dawson Creek and 91210".
Now this running commentary deserves a tip.
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Liberal VS Conservative
M--- has decided to talk to me. Finally, we've been out socially a few times, I know him through extended acquaintances, he's a larger built guy, mid 30's, dresses in a bad but expensive khaki linen blazer, hankie in the pocket, he's solvent, rumour has it it's from his brother who pays him a million dollars per year not to show any interest in the family business. He honours his word, takes his money, plays the big wheel himself, plays at real estate developer, financier, drives an expensive car and always seems to have a ready supply of party favours. I know this of him without speaking to him, merely listening, and I wonder what he knows of me. At the bar, a good natured ribbing about his resemblance to Don Johnson (give or take 80 pounds) and he decides to honour me with his conversation.
-"Your a journalist, I hear from my brother..."
I'm so-so, was, didn't work out, not at the moment...
"Tell me what you're working on now.."
I hum and haw, I don't like to discuss current projects, it dooms them...
"Tell me and I'll tell you. I write as well. I'm studying neuroscience..."
This is interesting. Tell me more...
"Well, there's lots to say, but I'm going to sum it up in 5 words..."
He doesn't. 200 words later and he's no closer. The conversation changes...
"So I'm guessing you're a liberal...?"
Yep. That's me.
"Define Liberal for me versus Conservative...."
I'm on the spot, an intuitive understanding doesn't seem to lend itself well to the 5 word limit. I think quick and badly..."It seems to me that a liberal is someone that accepts the way things are, where as a conservative wants things to be the way they used to..."
He's quick to pounce, so quick that I have to wonder if he didn't prepare this in advance..."2000 years ago the Romans used to sit at the table and eat on toilets so they could shit at the same time, and every man used to jack off his neighbor and then they had sex with a slave girl...It was conservatives that decided this had to stop!"
In the end I'm not sure if he's telling me he's liberal or conservative, but the conversation is allowed to drop, the bar is closing and the hunt for the party is on...
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A Sexy Dream Interrupted by Work
It's the first time we've met, and she's a little plumper than I expected. In a good way, not a bad way, merely on the outer edge of my type...
She's changing into an outfit, large skirt, explaining that that's what she does for a living, she gets paid by fashion designers to wear their brands out in public, promoting their lines, I wait while she tries various outfits on, we're hitting it off...
...And now we're in a plush apartment, she's undressed to reveal that she's appropriately attired underneath, stockings, corset, and covered head to toe in some sort of body paint that keeps changing colors, psychedelic, and we're in a brightly lit large bathroom, door open, deep pile carpet underneath, trying to complete the deed, I'm trying to pull aside her knickers and she keeps changing color - blue, red, yellow, bright neon colors, fumbling and trying to hurry, I have to get to work, I have to get to work ...
(And I wake up from my nap. Time for work. I have to get to work. Another, rare sexy dream thwarted by the mundane pragmatism of day to day life...)
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