recently spent a week in calgary for work purposes. i hadn’t been there in probably 12 years. there’s no need for me to be snarky and comment how i don’t plan on going back, but for christ’s sake could you people provide at least ONE vegetarian dish?
i have to admit that the people in calgary are incredibly friendly. case in point: my co-worker is lifting a dolly of grouting equipment over a parking barrier. a kindly calgarian, dressed in a suit and tie, give him a hand. you do not see this kind of behaviour in vancouver. in vancouver the suit would have knocked my co-worker over and urinated on him. in conclusion, calgarians are very friendly folk. i like them. if we could transplant some of that down to earth humanity to vancouver i’d be plucky.
now that i’m back to the more reasonable coastal climate, i’ve returned to reading at a decent pace. here are the latest:
douglas fetherling’s bio on george woodcock “The Gengle Anarchist” is a worthy primer on the legendary writer and activist. the book is short, but that is as it should be. it introduces us to the incredible and well-travelled life of woodcock. fetherling’s personal relationship with the subject enhances this bio (although i’m not entirely sure what i think of his insanely literate weekly column for the vancouver sun), and i can do nothing but recommend it beyond measure.
another recent read is martin amis’ “night train”, which, unfortunately, was not so great. i can understand why writers branch out and try new things, but why a brilliant british turner-of-the-phrase would try is hand at the yank hard-boiled detective novel is beyond me. sure, there is some good play on the genre, i’ll give him that. and the phrases are of course well tuned. but it just didn’t do it for me. i’m cranking through his “experience”, which is proving far superior. update to follow.