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ok, so i'm having a bit of a day, where i just wanted to be quiet and i did that.

last nite, i had the durian over for bastardpieces...mine was a sesame salmon over mixed organic greens with fabulous blender drinks and his was peanut butter/nut melties...along with the snoopy snooperton and kitty cat antagonization. all in all a good nite, and a good housesit, entertaining all my favorite boys...

today was supposed to be my day to stay in bed and finish the fabulous book i'm reading "dress your family in cordoroy and denim" by david sedaris...yet another gay man's narration of a nutty family. it's like augusten 2005 (the year attached is when i discovered the author, not a publication date) never the less, it's fabulous, and like maggie estep, it reminds me that there is a market for the type of writing that i do, not the least of which is included in this here bloggy poo of mine...but they all seem to be from new york...hmm...another sign? oh, you gotta put fran leibowitz into that mix, double scoop.

so it's pooring rain and i set out to conduct the business that i said i would with the internet available at my disposal. feeling confident with that, i proceed to get into my rain gear so i can head to UBC to the apple fiesta...me vs. 13,000 kg of apples, 60 different kinds. i'm not exactly sure where the botanical gardens are, but i figure, i'll find it. there's this kid on the bus that keeps walking up and down reporting transit informations, and i'm not sure where he's getting it from so i ask his guardian and she tells me that he studies all the schedules and routes incessantly every night and today is their day to put it all into action. how great is that? i tell him that he needs to move to new york. he contemplates it.

we finally make it to the sopping wet botanical garden and cut through the gardening staff's entrance and voila..the apples. i pay my $2 admission, and wait patiently to sample the wares. i'm only in there for about 10 minutes when they start saying..."time's up, everyone out", so fuck the line, i'm dashing table to table to stuff as many tiny bits of apple into my mouth as i can..it's cold and raining, and i want my damn apples! honeycrisp is rocking my world right now, i got into a heated argument with the dishwasher over it, and oline at the market keeps giving me the hookup because nick the crazy bulgarian that owns the stand gets free soup from us. ah, the politics of granville island market. but back to the apples..i bookended my tour today with ambrosia, which is now neck in neck with honeycrisp for my fancy...fuck fuji.

ok, apple gala over...time to try to head back to the city. i've long lost the transit kid, so i have to fend for myself. i start getting nervous and agrophobic (the chef who fancies me taught me that this does not mean a fear of livestock) and suddenly UBC seems too big and i feel the way that i felt about SFU over ten years ago. it's pouring rain and too quiet and here's the part where i start cursing north america for the sprawling expanses of space with not enough people to fill them and nobody being around and this is how will exner could have just disappeared into thin air like poof. and they found him in false creek. great.

but, some guy carrying kitty litter directs me to a street with buses and i jump on the first one, which is a 25 brentwood station. i have no clue where it goes, but it's an adventure, right? and it's steamy like people have been smooching, but that's just how it gets in the rain. the bus driver tells me some route that seems to make sense, but watching her from where i'm sitting, i think she is actually insane because she's whistling and having conversations with imaginary friends. i think we're going west, and feel relief when i recognize granville, and jump on the bline. not clueing in right away, suddenly i'm at 70th and i realize i've taken the wrong freakin' bline. after quickly deciding that an impromptu trip to richmond probably wouldn't be wise, i cross the street just in time to grab the right bus. jeez. where's the freakin' sixth sense transit kid when you need him.

i get home to the fireplace just in time to watch t-boz and chilli's "are you that girl?" and wonder who the hell these girls are trying to fool. first off: "lisa was like our sister, she will never be replaced" so hello?! what the freak is the premise of the show then dumbasses. second: do we need to see more celebrities behaving like idiotas? rhetorical question. third: why are all the girls they are auditioning so young? don't they know how old they are? anyways, it was mildly entertaining and i have to say it satisfied a curiosity that nick and jessica really did not, though when i need to see big hair and over-singing..i'll know where to look.

next up, i caught the tail end of some show documenting how an old-ass, tired looking flava flav is somehow hooked up with brigette nielson, and they're in italy eating proscuitto (or not eating in "mr. f's" case) and trying to give him charm school lessons. it's really bad....

then, the jlo and marc anthony empire...they made it big with their investments and their projects and their real estate. that's where it's at. gotta have the property to live properly...and i have my sights set high.

i fire up my dvd "side streets" starring the rosario dawson as well as some other talented folks and it's a movie that set in all the boroughs of nyc, and about how the heart of the city is based on the dreams and the backs of immigrants. it reminded me a lot of crash in a few ways...in its interlocking of people's lives and how they just don't see it, though it's a coastal difference, and it's not so antagonistic in racial relations, but rather speaks within the communities addressed, and how hard it is to be a designer, a creative person, or just a working person in the city...in a heat wave, but in the end it rains, and though people lose something, they calm down, and though they're broke or have been locked in a freezer, they're together...or have done the best for their relationship and let it go. also like crash though, i have to say that my beef is also with the lack of asian representation...restricted only to the important japanese designer who gets fucked up on ludes at the bar by a black drug dealer who buys her martinis....what the frick?!

but that leads me to the light at the end of this tunnel that has inspired me to write this and given me ideas to write for the RP...i caught Desiree Lim's co-directed Floored By Love on city tv tonite, and i've been meaning to catch it since it was at the queer film fest, but it was a good tip i got from my girl holding it down for queer "women of colour" over there on that lonely (not coney) island...big ups to that Hazel that i was desperately seeking years ago..the show was set in vancity, and it was nice to see something that was truly "better than chocolate" and it was nice to see "tofu" and chinese malaysians and asian boydykes looking ridiculous in geisha makeup and the legalization of gay marriage all rolled into the movie. it's also about crossing of paths, and the young gay boy who looks up to his nyc actor father who's not really present in his life other than in a superficial way ends up counselling the woman who hides behind her family's closet meet in the gay and lesbian support centre, but live in the same building...get it? "floored" by love...and yes, it does end happily ever after, but dammit, gays need to be happy too! it doesn't always have to be morose and tragic....it reminded me of "saving face" in some ways too, though that one was also set in flushing, nyc. (sigh) enough writing in circles yet? ai-ya.

where the hell have i been?

well...busy busy like a wu-tang killa bee....as per usual. ok, so..i presently sit in a freakin' lap of luxury, house/cat sitting for affluent gay men. (sigh) everyone needs them in their lives. it's kinda stressful though, because they're such neat freaks that i'm constantly after myself with the vaccuum/swiffer..but i get over it when i come home at night to the gourmet offerings in the fridge, the fireplace, bigscreen and dvd library and internet, oh sweet internet at my fingertips..though i've been too bloody tired to use it until now. oh well, i just melt into the feather deluxe bed of pillows (6) and it's nice to sleep in a bed that i can touch the ground on, under a sign that reads "dream". and all i have to do is inject the big cat with his daily insulin.

so, other than rocking out to my jlo vids and the janet jackson velvet rope tour (which makes me cry everytime) i had the sebby over last nite to watch "the yes men", jamie kennedy, and the house fares of "the simple life". we had salmon and green beans (me) and toasted foccacia and honey dijon dip (him). i also used the fancy liquer glasses to mix us some sparkling pamplemousse/lemonade with frozen tropical fruit. next up, my de-luxe tropical fruit durian, and the continuation of our bastard pieces...later on this evening when we get off work.

speaking of work, i found out unofficially that i didn't get the job, but after seeing the comp play "Mum's the Word-Unhinged", i think it would've been harder than i thought to sell their program. the play was still good, with awesome dance numbers and fullon nudity, but still...i forgot about the offerings of the Arts Club/Stanley...they knew i didn't want to leave my job, and that was a problem. oh well, it's got me thinking of applying for other things though, maybe when i get back from new york. the whole experience was good though, and i'm not being kicked out of my current job, i was told that "you can stay forever" yesterday.

my girl, Katie Messina, is acting her heart out with "broken homes/north of providence" at the Havana theatre on commercial drive, nightly until sunday nite, for $15. it was an emotional and moving play, and crazy to see my red bull diva do what it is that makes her happy. she's drained, but it's well worth seeing. support a movement folks. i think it's written up in the georgia straight too, but i haven't checked it out yet.

heard back from the RP, and i'm going with the more than tentative "i got the job" for the sekoya wrap-up china tour article..yippee! and i'm going to get out there more and more in the months coming up....

my boy is recovering well from the surgery, next up..chemo...grrrr....but i'll be there soon to work out his plan to move into the city and our bigger plan to take over the world.

oh, spent the thanksgiving festivities at casa de reyes....turkey again, surprix! and strangers with candy. got my hair did and a three hour facial extravaganza...gotta love the girls who beautify me!

ok, all for now, and yes, the apologies to the quickly shunning of my judgement of mimi when it first came out (u know u got my invitation to dance around my apartment!) keep rolling in....

alright, talk soon..your girl.peas.

so, opportunities have been abundant lately for your girl. as luck would have it, i thought to use my friendster for good rather than the usual evil, and contact the artist directly to convince them to refuse the interview with any other writer. as luck would have it further, i run into the artist on the way home and she said "we're going to main street". perfecto. so we're talking on the b-line on the way and it turns out she's on her way to see a photo exhibit on 20th and Main, the flower shop, so i convince them to come home and bless the apartment while i dropped off my groceries and grabbed a coat. we hustled up the block, and enjoyed many blocks of free cheese and fruits, and viewed polaroids transformed into almost watercolour like prints from new orleans (one month pre-Katrina aka. global warming), vancouver, vegas, and provence-thought of the bosses. nice bistro shots.

worky worky and hustlage because i was recruited for an arts admin position just next door to the current work. oh the granville island stage for my life, the cabaret. i may be taking this on and working two full time jobs, with the complete support of my current jefes. i don't want to give up the job because everyone is great and it's free food dammit!

last night, i was supposed to go out to the CFRO partay, but i didn't make it because my man called me and things got heated. my girls were pretty awesome about it though, totally supportive of my stance to stay at home because i couldn't move my legs. (heehee). wait until we see eachother again...i tell u...

tonite, it was bastardpeace time again at su casa del durian. this time, i decided i wanted to fry tiny quail's eggs and mount them on pappadum with apricot dipping sauce drizzlings, blanched spinach and fresh tommy-toe. yum.though i was shocked to learn that half the pappadum ended up in the trash, ooooh.

anyways, there is art to be made....noodle needs a sign denoting her deluxe eating station. all4now.