Toronto doesn’t like my bike.



This morning on the way to Harbourfront to meet the Huzbond and some friends at the Veg Food Fair, I decided that I’d had enough of my shitty-ass bike. Too many winters outside, a rusty lock that demands a wrestling match before every journey, brakes that require gripmaster exerciser force to depress… It was all too much so I decided to chuck the lock and prop the bike up against a billboard at the bottom of York Street. I figured, what the heck, somewhere out there is a genius bike mechanic who will get this sucker up and running again in no time. Me, I haven’t the patience.

In all fairness to the bike, I did take it in at the beginning of the summer to have it tuned up. The bike shop boys looked at the bike and laughed, turned to me, full of contempt, and said forget honey, your bike is trash… in not so many words of course. But I departed feeling like trash myself. Not worthy to even own a bike.

So this morning I left the bike at Harbourfront for at least two and a half hours, completely and very obviously unlocked – ripe for the picking. Yet, upon my return it was still there. The horror.

Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely disappointed because now I had a ride home. On the way I began to think about a new plan for ditching my metal liability. I also reminisced a lot about a long lost bike that I took down south with me a few years ago. A sturdy, totally rad pink lady’s Peugot – my dream bike. I ended up selling it for 50 bucks to a sweet Mexican couple who inhabited a big ol’ pickup truck to travel the US and paint houses for a living.

But I digress. My bike is now hanging out close to a bike rack, unlocked. I hope someone will take it in and give it a new home.

I’m done with it. Please be gone by morning. Please. Bye bye bike! Take good care and don’t come back now ya hear?

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Francis Bean sprouts!



Cheesy title day! Blame Miss Valerie (who also coined the righteous term “fuck hair”) for this tip on Francis Bean Cobain’s upcoming appearance in Teen Vogue. It’s the October issue so maybe it’s already hanging at the corner store right now.

I know you’re curious, you don’t have to hide it. I am too. It truly blows my mind to think that she’s old enough to be in Teen Vogue.

A snippet from the interview: “I’m a different person, I don’t want to be titled as Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain’s daughter. I want to be thought of as Frances Cobain.”

So true. And of her obvious heritage?

In fact, this Cobain is determined to do everything differently. “She (Courtney) tells me to ‘live free and be free, but listen to other people’s advice’,” she says. “I listen, but I don’t always follow it.”

Barely 13, yet somehow I know I’m going to heed her words one day.

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A Friday Bushism



This is an old one from 2002 and completely unsubstantiated, absolute hearsay I say! But I believe he would say something this dumb and sometimes it’s fun to remember:

Sourced from the washingtonpost.com:

According to Timesman Jack Malvern, liberal politician Shirley Williams — also known as the Baroness Williams of Crosby — recently recounted to an audience in Brighton that “my good friend Tony Blair” told her the following anecdote: “Blair, Bush and [French President] Jacques Chirac were discussing economics and, in particular, the decline of the French economy. ‘The problem with the French,’ Bush confided to Blair, ‘is that they don’t have a word for entrepreneur.’ ”

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Casting the Surreal Life in Canada…



My friend Carman and I were chatting today and his Erik Estrada messenger pic got us talking about who we’d cast for a Canadian version of the Surreal Life.

Here goes:

Dan Gallagher
John Major (Good Rockin’ Tonight)
Lee Aaron
Anyone from Goin’ Down the Road (god I hate that movie)
Corey Haim (think he and Aaron would hook up?)
Adrienne Clarkson
Matt Frewer (aka Max Headroom)
Alan Thicke (my dad went to school with him, no shit)
Corey Hart (I think he and Corey H. would duke it out)
Jesse from the Beachcombers
Snow (def would fight with everyone! good tv)
Carling Basset

OK, it’s more than six. In fact it’s 12. We need more body heat up here.

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