With the Hosers International tv show blaring, Lola felt able to turn inward. She was devising a way to get the falafel to be both crispy but not grimy. Baked things meant to be fried didn’t always translate. Lola guessed that with a few tablespoons of coconut oil remaining she would have to suck it up and use canola – which as many helpful doctors on the internet advised was poison.
“Gonna need to stop for a squirt of gas,” I said, sheepish.
Gas was more expensive than in the US and for me, every centime counted. In my emails to Banjoman, Fritolay and Genome Project, my riders for that Tuesday morning, I harped on like I always did, no matter if someone was a repeat offender of mine or someone totally new: “NO Canadian money. It’s $40 US only, which you can get at the ATM when we stop for gas in Vermont.”
You never knew which fragment of the world would be showing up for a lift, and more importantly what currency they’d try to pin on you.
We just came back from a trip to Montreal where we had yet another meeting with more creative types who are doing things we want to be doing. It was kind of fruitful but not in the way we’d hoped. Prospects of money in the future, peut etre, but nothing put into our pockets that day. Sometimes the life of a starving artist involves something beautiful and smokey, and sometimes it’s just a conversation.
I don’t know what it is about Montreal and creative life but the door is definitely not opening to us. I find this weird because the Director had the life but had to step back due to …needing to do drugs with other delinquents in order to do business. Now a new crew’s in town and they’re more into the perfect cup of coffee than snorting something which is great, but the Director does not know these younger people. And creatives is still all about who you know in addition to what you can do.
My brother’s speech pattern involved attaching a G to a word beginning with L. So that if the sentence were thus: “I love you” it would come out as “I glove you.” His dog Lulu was funny enough without the nickname of GluGlu.
All of which means that this evenin’s reading glist is dedicated to him.
(I thought it should be kept in preserves. Kept preserved. Preserved in jelly. An aspect of jelly. Aspic.)
Honk if you love Jesus…Jesus Henderson, we mean! Our Employee of the Month offers salvation to your car’s transmission. You can find him underneath various hoods on weekdays…and underneath various barstools some evenings.