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“All the World’s a Marketing Opportunity”

Monday, November 13, 2006



I know I have been quiet these past posts (we measure in posts here, no?), but this one will make-up for the silence. Unless you enjoyed it, then it might be just a nice change of pace.

The things we do for friends: Having missed the last get together, friday night I walked into the old bingo hall on Papineau. The pictures I could have taken… it was an awesome sight. I was teleported to the golden age of imperial splendor. When I greeted my friends those sitting in the surrounding pews hushed me as they listened for their numbers to be announced. Lotto-Québec transmitting its odds and colours on every screen, the enthusiasts scanned their three or four pages of fate for the winning combination. What took me by surprise is that the competition wasn’t contained within these walls, the host announced wins from across the province, which was of course transmitted on every screen of the network. On some kind of Sharpie kick, I exited with what I had come in with... plus five peoples.

On my way to the restaurant, I crossed paths with Nancy, my x-x-"sister-in-law". We mostly recognized eachother before cleary seeing eachother. She was still the same laughing girl I knew back then. I never saw here frown. Not once. We "hey"ed and gave eachother the gist of our respective present situations. When I asked how he was she answered with state then event. Good, he's a dad. At that point, two seconds filled up with flashes of my relationship with him and ended with the reason. That's great, I answered, picturing him happy. Then I went this way with mine and she went that way with hers.

Saturday, after listening to CBC’s The Age Of Persuasion I sent out to buy some bread and soymilk. I didn’t particularly want to, but I had pushed the task to the last crumb and drop. I took my umbrella and my hot shopping sack and walked to the nearest natural foods store (which is fortuitously only fifteen minutes away). I made a mental note walking down my street to buy waterproof footwear.

I lay on a futon bed. When I moved in to this place, I had it made to my liking. The first thing it had to be was très comfortable. After testing matress after matress, I found mine and it was worth the $800 cash I paid for it. I have no problem sleeping on the futon, on the bus, in a car, on a bench... waking up is my issue. For me, sleep is the better second life. I connect smoothly, anywhere, at any time and I manifest my self in ways that I could never achieve on a pc. Dream of dreams.... but that's another story.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous DAVE said...

You must be one of Shan's bingo partners ;-)

You're blog designs is just great BTW. Feel like trashing mine now.

10:46 am, November 14, 2006  

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