It was great to catch the Dykes on the Drive March this afternoon! The parade was several blocks long, and scores more folks followed on afterwards. Pride was in evidence everywhere.
I may have been the only person to buy this single in England, but it was my favourite music for a whole summer.
The OneCity campaign will be holding a meet and greet session tonight at Pandora Park, 2325 Franklin, from 6pm to 8pm. This will be a chance for community members to meet each other, learn more about OneCity, and talk about how you can help elect OneCity candidates in October.
Note that this notice is in no way an endorsement of the OneCity campaign, just a PSA. I will be happy to post notices of any events from any other party if I am notified in advance.
Losing a lover is like
losing a limb
or a necessary organ:
take whatever drugs you want
to ease the pain,
it still hurts like hell
in the morning
Taking a new lover is like
the dose of anti-rejection drugs you need
just grows and grows.
And as the skin thickens
it takes a harder push
for the needle’s point to pierce your cover;
and each drop of blood seems redder
and more precious
than the last
until you decide
that the payoff is not worth the pain
and you consign that part
to an oblivion
that is not complete
to a decision that is not whole-hearted
to a diagnosis that hurts
like a lover leaving.
Just because this song has always made me happy. Andy Fairweather-Low had one of the most distinctive of voices in that time of much sameness.
On this day in 1969 I was in Yugoslavia working as a Third Assistant Director on a movie called “Kelly’s Heroes“. I was nineteen years old and having a wonderful time working with the likes of Clint Eastwood, Donald Sutherland, Telly Salvalas, and a whole wild bunch of American actors. like Harry Dean Stanton and Dick Davalos.
We were living at the Petrovaradin Hotel in Novi Sad and most nights I joined the Americans in games of high stakes poker. We took over one of the small banquet rooms and several of the hotel staff were deputed to look after us with drinks and food. These games were a useful but expensive education for me; over a few weeks, I managed to lose several months’ worth of per diem expenses.
Our game on the 20th July 1969 coincided with the first manned landing on the moon and we arranged to have a black and white TV set up in the room so we could follow the action. I remember that, just as Neil Armstrong stepped out of the Eagle and on to the moon, we were in the middle of a game with a good-sized pot of American dollars piled in middle of the the table. We agreed to pause the game to watch the historic moment.
Several of us took the opportunity to stand and stretch for a moment. As I did so, I noticed that the American actors were glued to the TV screen intent on cheering their countrymen while the hotel staff ignored the TV and were all staring at the big pile of money, mouths agape.
It was an unforgettable night.
Want to talk politics? For those that may be interested the NPA campaign is holding a barbecue this coming Thursday (21st) at 2365 Kitchener (corner of Kitchener & Nanaimo) at 4:30 – 6:30pm.
Note that this notice is in no way an endorsement of the NPA campaign, just a PSA. I will be happy to post notices of any events from any other party if I am notified in advance.