Rememories and Bear Cookies

"Cynthia Oceanside" by Alicja, taken in Vancouver 2003


Another immature day at work full of throwing bear cookies at each other and pointing out mis-shaped ones in the genital regions. Smoked a few cigarettes between serving many a table with pristine sushi delights and tempura tidbits. Curly-haired Adrian and his guest ended up as my first table in the evening shift; we both congratulated ourselves for putting our hard earned degrees to good use. Adrian works at Telus with a degree in psychology, and i at a sushi restaurant with a degree (spelling it out in full for you as a typing exercise for fumbling chubby fingers) in cellular molecular and microbial biology. Well, it surely doesn't make me want to smile, unless it's a very ironic smile. But i gotta say, i'm not smiling.

Sometimes though, the littlest things will make me happy (keeping in mind of course, that happiness is transient).

Like listening to Cat Power and remembering the spring turning into summer when the breeze would blow the smell of soil into my room. It makes me think of my friend Alicja and our trip to Vancouver; Pearl Jam concert with three encores and Eddie Vedder singing to a Bill Gates mask, the engaging merry hours spent at Zulu Records, and sitting with deadwood along the oceanside for two of more hours.

Or when Hayato makes me a "picnic lunch" at work in the dead of winter. Recollected thoughts of how Hayato and i would have a picnic out of Japanese lunch boxes at Heritage Park on our breaks in the summer, then buy fresh cinnamon buns at the bakery and candy sticks at the general store, and then wander our favorite houses on the grounds. If there weren't terrible children at the main street schoolhouse, we'd swing on the swings until i felt sick. We'd lament going back to work while we laid on the grass and stared at the sun and clouds; sometimes, we'd nap a bit on the lush cold grass.

Or walking down Stephen Ave and thinking of the time me and dear Iris went to see Pop Revolution at the Glenbow. Tips for the innovative housewives on newspaper squares and Warhols in glass cases, not to mention dressing up as Suzie Poodleskirt and Iris as Greaser Hep Cat, then terrorizing the kids' creative area with our brand of "art".

Or a day with Son. Or even our nightly phone calls where we laugh and laugh. Yoo hoos.

Or maybe it's just a soy latte and a cigarette with my headphones on.