argana cafe, marrakech

There was a terrible explosion in Marrakech today, with most reports I’ve read indicating that it was likely the work of a suicide bomber. At least fifteen people have been killed, with about twenty more injured… according to the news.

I visited Marrakech in 2008. I found it a lovely city and definitely a breath-taking experience.

My photo: September, 2008

 There’s something that causes a bit of an out-of-body experience looking at photographs of a place you remember vividly from your travels… but it lies in ruins. I’m a little choked up, not going to lie.

BBC News (I think): April 28, 2011

I don’t really know what to say about this, or what lessons might be learned; perhaps there aren’t any.

So it goes.

my “blue steel”

Apparently, I have an “I look awesome!” pose:

It is exactly the same as my “I look like a tool” pose:

But not quite the same as my “No, seriously, I look like a tool” pose:

(They vary.)

And drastically different from my “Fuck yeah, I just met Yoda” pose:

Just call it my “Blue Steel.”

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NOTE: So it seems that this was my 200th post. I feel like it should have been something more clever than stupid pictures of myself. Damn.

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* There is a story behind the severly misguided Groucho Marx impression. Maybe one day I will tell it. Or, you can just ask Dr. Roommate.

conversations i have had at work

I actually had this conversation once:

Co-worker: I have a question.

Me: Shoot.

Co-worker: *some inane question about something I wouldn’t even have remembered even if it happened five minutes ago, let alone a year and a half ago*

Me: *simple answer*

Co-worker: Well, that’s not in the instruction manual.

Me: But that’s the answer. Trust me.

Co-worker: But I don’t trust you, it’s not in the instruction manual.

Me: *deep breath* I WROTE the instruction manual. Trust my answer.

Co-worker: BUT IT’S NOT IN THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL. WE NEED TO FIND THE ANSWER.

Me: I’m TELLING you the answer.

Co-worker: BUT IT’S NOT IN THE MANUAL.

Me: I WROTE THE MANUAL!

Co-worker: Then why isn’t it in the manual?

The Manual: I Indeed Wrote It

Me: Because it’s a minor detail. I guess I assumed it would be taken as read.

Co-worker: Well, it’s not. It’s not in the manual.

Me: Why can’t I just tell you? We are the only two people who work in here.

Co-worker: *something, something, something, grumble, grumble MANUAL grumble something*

Me: …

Co-worker:  *something, something, something, grumble, grumble MANUAL grumble something… but in a higher voice*

Me: If I wrote this down on paper, would you listen to me then?

Co-worker: Yes.

Me: *grabs a pen and a post-it and writes the answer down* Here.

Co-worker: *satisfied* Thank you.

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UPDATE/CLARIFICATION (@11.36 pm): In case it wasn’t clear, I actually DID write the manual.

anno domini gallery’s 2011 art of zines in san jose

The 2011 ART OF ZINES exhibition will run for four weeks at the Anno Domini gallery in the SoFA District of San Jose, California. Quoth Anno Domini: “Zines are one of the last frontiers for freedom of speech and creative self expression and we need it now more than ever.” This year’s zine exhibition will run in concert with the SubZERO Festival, a celebration of subculture artists, performers and musicians that begins June 3, 2011.

So, if you’re in San Jose this June, be sure to check out the gallery and my little precious artifacts of precociousness:

… and perhaps there will be other fun stuff too.

no longer resorting to nepotism for free dental

How can a week not be fun when I get to wear this rockin’ get-up:

Based on this photo, I was proclaimed by the great Joe Verde to be "everything John Lennon always wanted to be." No one can top that, apparently not even Jesus.

On the work front, things are always interesting. And by “interesting,” I mean: with each week that passes, I am more and more convinced that Mike Judge is a freakin’ genius because Office Space seriously nails it.

I’ve compiled the last month into a few favourite overheard quotes. These are the top five:

5. “The cops are shooting everybody!”

4. “I’m going in for a hot dog!”

3. “I’ve heard that Saskatoon is the Little Paris of the Prairies.” (Of course, we all know that.)

2. “Sir, sir, you’re cutting out. Sir, your phone is cutting out. YOU ARE CUTTING OUT. Sir– *click* Good afternoon, City of Surrey!”

1. “So… what do you… uh, DO here?” (FYI, this one was addressed to my face. It has since been proclaimed Quote of the Year.)

So, naturally, when I was offered a contract this week, I signed up. That’s right. I’m no longer considered an auxiliary “Summer Student.” Never mind that I graduated university in 2007. Now I get benefits and everything. No more conspiring with my mom to bribe/blackmail various dentists she knows into getting me deals on flouride.

I feel like a real person now. It’s refreshing.

How shall I celebrate?

New glasses, naturally:

Ive been told I have eyes like Liz Taylor.. and/or a transsexual trucker.

To top off this parade of joy, I’ve also been asked to contribute some of my personal zines to an art exhibit at the Anno Domini gallery in San Jose, California. Details to follow. Rock and/or Roll!

Only one way left to turn this party train up to eleven:

Clown nose. Natch.