Monday, June 5, 2006

hook, line and Roker



This week is a week of waiting. Waiting for my friends from Tucson to come to Montreal for the first time, and waiting for an email back from Mme. Tussauds. I was talking with a wonderful girl sometime ago and the subject of wax museums came up. Ah, I said to myself. I've been to a wax museum. Mme. Tussauds in Las Vegas. What fun we had...



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Then I thought about this...


And wondered whether they'd ever have to adjust for celebrity weight loss. So I wrote to them.



I emailed them last week and so far nothing. I mean I can see why they don't change it. Look at the detail:




Still, fat Roker's smiling somewhere, mocking me.


Saturday, February 4, 2006

Thursday, February 2, 2006

Spreading my light like cheese on toast


Well, I've shaved twice in the past three days so it looks as though I will have to bid adieu to my big bearded dreams. When a man grows a beard people tend to ignore it and him--that's very much the point. When a woman grows a beard I suppose it's much different. For one thing her employment horizons change with old opportunities closing off (make-up counter), and new ones opening up (traveling sideshow) .

As a once bearded man, I will say that the comments you do get are well worth the lack of effort.

When I was much younger, I went two weeks without shaving and my mum told me I looked like Judas. I asked what she meant, and she said that I looked like a painting of Judas she had seen when she was a little girl. I kept that beard for a few months, how could I not? It was nearly blasphemous.

Last week, my boss asked me if I knew what a beard signified in certain cultures. I said, "homeless?" She told me no, it was a sign of grieving. I suppose I was trying to physically give shape to my heartbreak and hide out a little bit--I still have to see the girl who broke my heart 12 hours a week.

But for now, like Billy Mays, I'm oxyclean. In the picture above he seems to be hunkering down for some cross country motorcycle mayhem. I love that Billy Mays.

It's kinda funny, we have a German stainless steel blade my grandfather took off a dead German in WWII, I don't think you can shave with it.

How coarse the hair... how fast it grows...
(it does read like an epitaph)
RIP -- My almost beard (born 13.01.06, died 25.01.06)

Sunday, December 7, 2003

overheard in the breakroom

"you've got pulleys and a lever... someTHINGS's gotta give!"

This was an old anglophone driver explaining the idiom that forms the title of the new Jack Nicolson movie to a non-native speaker.

(The response, Abott & Costello-like, was: "What?!? What has got to give!?!" which then was repeated ad nauseum for the rest of my break. I need to quit my job. I need to quit my job.)