Archive for November, 2005

Midnight Confession

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

Except it’s not midnight. That’s way past my bedtime.

But I do have a confession for you. This is not the only place I’m writing.

(pausing now, for you to all finish gasping in shock and awe…. done now? good… moving on…)

I’ve become a slave to Craigslist.

I’ve posted a few rants, raves, ads, etc. and actually get email feedback, from strangers, telling me that I sound “painfully cool” - and I don’t think they’re talkin’ hypothermia!

So yah. I’m the first to admit that I publish for the feedback. I don’t write private posts, I suck at private journaling. I can count the number of angsty poems I wrote when I was an angst-filled teenager on one hand.

I don’t write simply for the joy of writing. I write for two reasons: a) people expect me to (like for school or work) and b) people heap lavish praise on me when I do, because sometimes I’m kindof good at it.

I hear this is why so many bloggers end up switching to livejournal. They get far more feedback there. Problem is, while feedback from my friends is great and wonderful (and please don’t stop!), it’s the feedback from random strangers that I LOVE. The fact that I’ve inspired someone to send me a compliment based on nothing but my writing is (I think) something special.

So, for the lurkers out there who are a little thicker than others, COMMENT ALREADY. Or start reading vancouver.craigslist.org. You never know where one of my anonymous entries may pop up.

Buff the Stuff

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Since my usual gym is undergoing renovations, I’ve been a) slacking off and b) occasionally venturing out to another gym when I feel like I can’t take the sloth any more. Turns out the “other gym” is actually Colene’s gym.

Oh my god everything she says about the place is TRUE. The prissy girls, the meatheads, the inconsiderate, idiotic gym users. ALL OF IT.

The meatheads are especially bad. When I ask if you’re using a bench, I don’t mind if you say yes, and actually use it as part of your weight lifting routine. But when you use it as a perch upon which to preen and gossip with your friends, while occasionally picking up a 20lb dumb-bell (which, dude, *I* can lift those - you’re not impressing anyone), I’m going to give you stink-eye.

I have to say the highlight of my evening though, was encountering some dude on the rowing machine. Now most people at a gym have ZERO clue how to use a rowing machine. I’ll admit, it’s not easy to use properly, and VERY EASY to look like an absolute tool on and actually cause yourself some serious injury. This is why most people tend to stay away from them in favour of the eliptical or treadmill.

But not Mister Steeler! (he was decked out in Pittsburgh garb head to toe). He looked like the High School Quarterback gone bad. Big, beefy dude with no neck and beady little eyes. Though he wasn’t so much solid as he was just big. He’s what Samoans would look like if they were red-headed Irish giants, instead of Polynesian.

Dude was using the machine to do some bastardized version of a bicep curl. As if heaving on the chain while gliding back and forth on his ass was actully doing anything for his arms (hint, it doesn’t. Improper use of a rowing machine will just isolate all the pressure in your lower back and hurt you). Then he decided to switch it up, and started pulling the chain up over his head! It looked like he was half rowing, half doing the wave!

That’s when I lost it. I couldn’t help it… I broke down hysterically laughing then and there. On the gym floor. Out loud busted a gut at the meathead on the rowing machine.

He glared.

I tried to apologize… I said “Sorry… I think you just won some sort of award for Most Creative Use of an Ergometer.”

Meathead: “Erg…. what?… (more glaring)”

Me: “Ergometer… Rowing Machine… Nevermind…”

And I giggled all the damn way to the weight room to find some other meathead to amuse me.

The Curse

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

Canucks fans, I am sorry.

I’m cursed.

You see, every game I watch, the Canucks manage to pull it off and win - occasionally in spectacular fashion and against some very strong odds! And the games I don’t watch - they manage to even blow what should be sure things.

It’s gotten completely out of control! I’ve turned on games in progress, and the Canucks are losing. When I watch for a while, the Canucks manage to pull ahead. If I turn the game off again, and check the score later, they end up losing!

This is seriously starting to freak me out, and frankly I CAN’T HANDLE THE PRESSURE!

Any ideas how to break the curse?

Actually, strike that, anyone want to start paying me to watch (or not watch) games, depending on who you’re cheering for?

That’s it. I’m totally putting myself on ebay.

Haircut Entry

Monday, November 7th, 2005



November hair

Originally uploaded by peechie.

In lieu of actual content, I bring you my latest and greatest hair creation. Well, not my creation - I pay someone else exhorbitant amounts to create my coif.

Still, I’m diggin on it.

Also, my stylist (Lisa @ AXIS) keeps handing me cards for 50% off a cut or colour for new clients, so if you like what you see, leave me a comment and I’ll hook you up.

Pre-View

Friday, November 4th, 2005

I woke up a couple days ago with a headache that would. not. leave. I figured it was just because I’d dehydrated myself partying a little too hard or something - what with the hockey games and concerts and work and rowing and bad weather and not going outside and yadda yadda yadda.

I figured that was still the case when a giant volcanic zit appeared on my forehead (I rarely breakout).

Then today I woke up in a funk. Capital UNK. Life stinks. I am alone. Nobody wants me. I have no boyfriend (true) no lover (a lie) no friends (a definite falsity). I am puffy and undesirable. AND WHAT IS UP WITH MY BOOBS THESE DAYS… GAHD!

It was then I looked at the calendar. And it all made sense.

Goddamn PMS. We (me, the mood, the boobs) are not amused.

Look up… waaaaaaaay up!

Friday, November 4th, 2005

Vern is going out to do something truly remarkable - read on, and I hope it will inspire your generosity! I know about 400 of you read this drivel every day, and while few of you comment, I hope you’ll be a little more forthcoming with your wallets than your words…

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Starts: November 03, 2005
Ends: November 28, 2005

I’m leaving to climb Mount Kilimanjaro on November 13th to raise awareness for the victims of the earthquake in Pakistan. As this is not a trivial effort, and there is a certain degree of danger involved, this is a fitting way to bring some coverage to this important and tragic event.

To date, over 80,000 people have died, but many more people are now without shelter or an adequate distribution system for relief supplies. In fact, over 3,000,000 survivors are entering the winter without shelter or enough food. In addition, hundreds of thousands of people have not yet been reached by aide workers.

In the coming weeks, many more people will be dying from exposure. This awful story, which still unfolding, isn’t receiving the needed news coverage. The biggest problem is that this relief effort is significantly under-funded. For example, helicopters are unable to fly them to their maximum capacity because of extreme fuel shortages due to lack of funds.

The UN has stated that the “world must wake up to this crisis”, or it’s going to become far, far worse. I’m hoping that my climb will contribute to the awareness of these people’s plight. These suffering people need your help. Even a small contribution can go a long way to help a few people with shelter and provisions.

To help, please do one of the following:

[_] - Contribute $10 (or more) to the Pakistan Earthquake Relief Fund

http://clubzone.com/store/cart.asp?product_iid=424

[_] - Contribute to your favorite charity that is helping with this effort.

http:// www.oxfam.com
http:// www.care.com
http:// www.unicef.com
http://www.redcross.org
http://www.redcross.ca

(If you go this route, please email me so I can keep track)

[_] - If you are unable to contribute then please call, chat to or email 5 people to let them know about this cause.

Thank you all for your help. Your efforts will go a long way to creating warmth and comfort for those who need you now. If you know me personally, I would appreciate an extra effort promoting this to push me along when I am at 5,500 metres, and still am looking at another 395 to go.

Sincerely,

…..Vern (AKA Java)

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I asked Vern, and if you donate through ClubZone, he’ll be donating 100% (minus the $0.30 per $10 transaction fee) to the Canadian Red Cross Pakistan Quake Relief fund.

Dilemma

Friday, November 4th, 2005

What on earth will I ever do!?!

The talented and charming Tony Pierce will be gracing our fine, fine city this weekend. He’s also been gracious enough to invite one and all to join him at the Granville Room this evening for a blogger/buzznetter meetup.

On one side of the coin, I’m so excited that I’ve just had an opportunity handed to me wrapped in gilt paper to shake hands with the man himself and thank him for writing. On the flip-side I’ve decided I’m suddenly shy for some reason.

What do you say to the Blogger/Buzznet champion of the world? “Hi, my name is Jen and I use WordPress and Flickr. I dig your shit, so thanks for sharing and keep on keepin’ on dude.” Cuz that’s about all I got.

Holy Thursday

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

Today is a very important day. It marks the first evening I’ve spent at home in more than a week! Despite the fact that in mid-September I was assuring myself that finally October would be a time to relax it’s now November and uh.. where did October go? Oy.

At least I don’t have any delusions that November is going to be any less crazy than October has been. I’ve already got plans for four of the next five weekends. Two of those involve leaving town, though only one of them will be a relaxing getaway kind of leaving. With the holidays coming up, I can’t see my free time getting any more bountiful any time soon.

So again I say thank god for the TiVo! Except it’s having a few issues. The channel changing doesn’t seem to be set up properly. Every time I ask it to record something on Channel 9, it never quite makes it there, and ends up recording on whatever channel the TV was last on. It also records the Daily Show on channel 57, as well as two other things it calls the Daily Show which are actually something on the French channel (7) and a cartoon on the Knowledge Network (5). Very odd. I may run it through setup again to see if that helps. My current setup is using the Shaw Digital Cable box (Motorola DCT2000) with the IR channel changing (serial didn’t work when I tried it the first time). If you’ve had experience with this, comment or drop me a line.

I still haven’t quite gotten the hang of TV On Demand though. I find myself waiting until “commercial breaks” to do things, or watching commercials when I don’t have to. But it’s already changed the way I think about TV. I haven’t yet purchased the wireless network adapter (Christmas present anyone?) so I can use it with the TiVo online service, but I can imagine my experience will only improve from there.

All I need now is for Ray to pack up and move on (he’s still planning on a late-December departure) and I can watch TiVo in my underwear as loud as I want to, with no thought to anyone else coming home or being bothered.

And for those who are wondering (and I know you are, because some of you have asked!), no I don’t regularly lick the TiVo any more. I do, however, blow it kisses every now and again…

Restaurant Review: Lucy Mae Brown

Tuesday, November 1st, 2005

Instead of revelling with the Halloween merry makers and hell raisers, I chose a different tactic entirely. I completely avoided the costumes and crowds, and went for dinner last night at Lucy Mae Brown instead. Hot damn was that a good decision!

Fifty years ago, an American widow named Lucy Mae Brown ran a bordello and opium den in Vancouver. Today, it’s the city’s most decadent dining destination, pairing a French restaurant with the Opium Den, a late-night lower-level lounge.

Despite lavish local praise, and the distinction of being rated one of Conde Nast’s “50 best tables in the world” the place was quite literally deserted when we walked in, and stayed that way until our dessert course arrived. A hidden gem indeed.

The upstairs dining room is cozy with red lights glowing over the midnight blue velvet booths. Exposed brickwork and natural wood floors bring in warming textures without seeming too busy and taking away from the sleek look of the place. The staff were knowledgeable and professional, and despite the fact that they didn’t have a whole lot else to do, weren’t overly attentive and left us mostly to ourselves.

Executive Chef Remi DuBois has put together a fabulous French-inspired menu with lots of fresh West Coast ingredients. As is the rage these days, most dishes are perfect for sharing, and they’ve gone as far as to set two price points for the main courses - half and full orders - which opens up your dining experience to try a few different dishes in one setting. Personally, I LOVE this. Many small courses is my favourite way to dine, and I’m glad Lucy Mae Brown has adopted this and suited it so well to their menu.

My date and I started off sharing the Russel Cream Ale Steamed Mussels. While I do enjoy a good mussel or two, he’s the enthusiast. But I couldn’t help but devour at least a dozen of the tasty shell-dewllers. Steamed in a beer & garlic broth, and topped with a tuft of shredded, fried onions the flavours were distinct, but subtle enough to let the flavour and texture of the incredibly fresh mussels shine through.

The mussels were followed by a Tart Flambe with Caramelized onions, bacon & herbs and boursin cheese. This was comfort food on a platter. A Phyllo pastry base, topped with creamy cheese, diced tomatoes, fresh herbs and bacon crumbles. I’ll definitely be returning for that!

For our main courses, my date had the Braised Veal with Crispy Sweetbreads. The flavours were incredible, and the dish was tossed with handmade herbed pappardelle, baby onions, celery root, asparagus, chestnuts and wild mushrooms. It looked and smelled phenomenal - and he maintained that it tasted even better than it looked.

I was too full by that point to focus on anything but my own dinner, which was the Seared Diver Scallops. It was an odd choice for me, since I tend to steer away from scallops (unless they’ve been wrapped in bacon) - but something about these ones called to me. I’m glad they did! I didn’t ask where the chef was sourcing his shellfish, but it may be worth finding out. The scallops were fresh and dense, without that characteristically chewy, fishy experience that turns most people off of the wee delectables. Seared and perched gently upon fried rissoto cakes, then surrounded by some fresh fall vegetables, the half-order was the perfect size to round out my meal.

Anyone who knows me well will know that I feel the dessert course will make or break a good meal. Thankfully Lucy Mae Brown delivered! We shared Lucy’s Chocolate Tasting. Mmmmm. It’s like a build-your-own smores plate! Sipping/Dipping chocolate (similar to the Starbucks Chantico beverage) accompanied by dense, moist double chocolate chip cookies, and homemade marshmallows. This dish is not for the faint of heart, or the diabetic among us. So much sugar I think I felt my heart palpatate with each bite. Totally worth it though!

While the restaurant has a fine wine list, and a nicely stocked bar when it comes to both cocktails and an after-dinner port & scotch selection, I didn’t manage to venture much further than a Vodka Martini and some Mint tea after dinner. Everything was served with the careful consideration that a discriminating diner would appreciate. Right down to the tea actually being served with a bone porcalin teacup, rather than the typical industrial restaurant grade mug. And they serve Mighty Leaf teas, which have a pretty incredible flavour.

Overall, I give Lucy Mae Brown three out of three enthusiastic thumbs up. I’ll be back for sure.

862 Richards St. Open 5:30pm - 2:00am nightly.