Little Man, 29/04/07Mirabile dictu! Generally speaking I dislike Sunday, but I must say this one has been lovely. And thus it is to be savoured.
The sun came out in full splendour and melted the edge off our heretofore chilly spring.
Dearest Wife is working horticultural magic in the garden.
And Little Man & I had a grand old time running errands.
Our father/son foray included a spin down to Granville Island to pick up some yum-scrum bangers at the Oyama Sausage Company, and some freshly shucked Thetis Island oysters at The Lobster Man. At the latter establishment, Little Man was equally thrilled and petrified to come face-to-face with a live 2-lb lobster, courtesy of the playful shop manager.
And the destiny of these foodstuffs? To end up on the grill tonight for our first barbecue of the season, with Yours Truly wielding the tongs and fanning the flames. Oh yes, it will be like Gordon Ramsay meets Cirque du Soleil and Arthur "I am the God of Hellfire" Brown. Er, maybe.
To top it all off, I came across some lovely music. San Fran band Sir Salvatore dropped an introductory e-mail into my inbox, and were kind enough to enclose a couple of fine mp3s from their new EP, Those Men Are Not Astronauts. The bouncy, fuzzy, sun-sheened "Hooray This Projector" seemed a perfect accompaniment for this lovely day, and I simply must share it with you:
Sir Salvatore - Hooray This Projector (EP currently only available by emailing the band at sirsalvatore@gmail.com)
If that weren't enough, I discovered that Dearest Bryce over at Plasticmusic posted a whole slew of vintage videos by artists off the superb Flying Nun record label out of New Zealand. I had forgotten what great post-punk/C86/twee stuff that stable of kiwis put out! I'm talking about scrumptiousness like this:
The Bats - Made Up In Blue (buy here, if you've got that kind of money)
Dear Friends, I hope your weekend was as lovely as mine. I'm off to the grill...
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man, can I have your life? because mine SUCKS......
Oh, Dearest Merz, you know if I could just pour a little bit into your glass I would...
Hang in there, brother!
Alright...you had me at the Latin supine. Sounds like a lovely day, FiL! And I would be terrified coming face to face with a live 2 pound lobster. Hope the barbeque went well, I'm not official starving, and thank goodness for the Bats. 'Made Up In Blue' is one of the best twee/indie pop songs EVA, and I think it's amazing that they're still releasing material 20 years later.
And lawls at the price. I might have to put some things on ebay!
what a cutie! : )
we saw a 30 lb. lobster in gloucester, mass., once. it was in an aquarium/marine display tank, and yowza it was big!
When the weather here is fantastic there's no place like Vancouver.
Dearest Liz, I do recall you mentioning something about a Latin fetish. So will the wedding be in ye olde deade tongue? "Liz, vis habere hunc virum in sponsum..."
BBQ went very well, though we were all groaning after all those rich oysters...
Dearest Marcy: Why thank you!@ I agree, but I am biased. He does need a haircut, however. wretched hippy child...
Thirty pounds?? Goodness, that could have you, me, and Little Man for dinner...
Dear JaG, you are so right. Maybe I'm still wearing the rosy specs of a recent immigrant, but I'd go so far as to say even when it's p*ssing down and gloomy Vancouver's still lovely!
Dear god, you actually got somebody going by in a canoe right at that moment! For sure that's going to reinforce some people's stereotypical notions, eh? ("I'm telling you honey, them Canadians all travel by canoe and snow shoe. I can show you on that FiL feller's site.")
In this pic, Little Man reminds me of my two oldest boys, hair too long and all. There's nothing quite like the photographic effect of the sun shining on a son's shining face, is there?
Goodness!
Listen to 'Our Lips Are Sealed' (Fun Boy Three version) and 'Made up in blue' back-to-back.
Identikit starts!
(and both lovely songs)
Am now convinced, based on yer photographic evidence, that son and daughter are actually Kim and Thurston from Sonic Youth. I see a parental economic exploitation opportunity for a mini-pops tribute band. Erm, or possibly not.
PS, and, a big yeah! to the lobster man!
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comment id is 'bizcb' - a lobster and cream of bat soup that's eaten in Borat land. i think.
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Well, Mentok, how about a hatful of coke, a case of gin, three teenaged Eastern European hookers and the whole weekend stretching ahead of you?
Oh sorry, I forgot this is a family site...
FiL, your kids don't actually read this do they? If so, please feel free to delete this comment immediately - I will understand!
Ha ha! Thanks for bursting the 'puppy dogs and lollipops' bubble and reminding us what rock n roll is supposed to be about, matthew. I hope Fil leaves the comment up.
No fear, it'll all stay. The kids don't read the blog - they watch GWAR videos instead...
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