Friday, May 26, 2006


also this beautiful photo from alfr3do (link fixed)

Early courting, Montreal 2002

Thursday, May 25, 2006


Have I told you about Gabriel?

Gabriel and his grandmother, mother and sister own an Argentinian bakery near our house. We go there for fresh pastries, coffee, the occasional cake for a party, holiday themed cookies, fresh bagels and on a good day - sugar donuts still warm from the oven.

Gabriel and his family are the hardest working people on the planet. Most mornings Garbriel asks how I am. Because this is usually pre-caffeine I say something careless and self-absorbed like, "WOO! Boy am I SOOOO TIRED! I just can't WAKE UP. What a week! Boy am I EXHAUSTED!" as he hands me my large coffee and my still warm fresh pastry he most likely rolled out in the bakery out back around 4AM that morning.

Asking Gabriel how HE is can have two results:

A.) A fast and furious aka "lets hurry this along I have deliveries to make" exchange
B.) A story about anything at all that lasts 20 minutes long and not a minute less

Because I enjoy listening to people and their stories (most times - Ire) I often like these long winded stories with Gabriel unless they...

A.) Involve detailed accounts of European football (zzz)
B.) Don't involve my coffee being handed to me prior to 20 minute story

Yesterday's story went like this (grab a coffee):

Gabriel was good. In fact he was very good - happy and excited even. Why? A few days ago he moved a couch in his living room and came across a very important notebook he thought he had lost over a year ago.

The notebook was special because it contained several home addresses of many of his closest friends back in Argentina. Over the period of the lost notebook, Gabriel received a ton of letters from his friends back home yet none of them included a return address. Most of his friends didn't have phones much less own computers and many of them lived in remote/rural places - impossible to reach. For example, Gabriel recalled the time his uncle got a phone - he had waited - get ready for this (Gabriel's words not mine) - 30 years for a phone to be installed in his home. When it finally came Gabriel said his uncle was so excited he had a party with friends and family. Everyone took a photo with the phone. There was tons of food. Gabriel said his uncle was so excited he made business cards to hand out to random people with just his phone number on it and said, "Call me."

Over the year of the lost notebook Gabriel grew desperate. He finally asked a favor of a friend of his still living back in Argentina. A friend with a phone. He asked the friend to make flyers and pass them out in the neighborhoods where Garbriel's other friends lived. The guy agreed but did not know any of these people. It was a shot in the dark.

This plan had several flaws. The first - Gabriel is horrible with directions. He tells the friend passing out flyers vague directions such as "leave a flyer at the blue house where the old man with the guitar sits every day". Predictably no one contacted Gabriel.

It didn't matter. Gabriel found the notebook. Finally. Now he had letters to write. Friends to catch up with. He may have looked tired but none of that seemed to matter now.

Friday, May 19, 2006


Dear Hale and Hearty Soups:

1.) Please don't sell soups at the temperature of 1,000 degrees. That sucks. It's already bad enough that I wait to an unreasonable hour to finally grab lunch so then to wait several hours for my soup to finally cool off is not a good thing. Trust me.

2.) Please do not have employees get sassy with customers. When we say, "I'll have the spinach soup" and not "The spinach and mushroom barley soup with rigatoni" I do not need the sassy employee to say, "You mean...the spinach and mushroom barley soup with rigatoni?" while rolling their eyes because frankly it wastes time and I think we both know what soup are talking about here.

3.) Please wipe off the bottom of my soup so my soup container doesn't look like a cat vomited on it.

4.) Please put a spoon in the bag. Don't know about you but I like to EAT MY SOUP WITH A SPOON.

5.) And finally...please give me bread that I can sink my teeth into without having to make an appointment at the dentist to replace my two front teeth that broke off when I took only one bite.

Thank you.

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