Old Cars


Man, I love old cars.


Especially ones that have character and speak from experience. Here’s a couple of snappies of an old Pontiac that parks just around the corner from where we live.

I don’t know how Chief Pontiac would feel about having his cartoony bust mounted as the figurehead upon a symbol of Detroit steel, but there he is in chromy glory, in the best hybrid form I can conceive of that combines cranium and aircraft.


In an unsuccessful attempt to see a fringe play this afternoon (five minutes past no latecomers), we came across this Nash Metropolitan, redone in pinky purple.


I don’t know what was cuter – the car or the Scottie napping in the front seat.


They don’t make’em like they used to. and in a few years, they won’t make’em like they do now either.


Sociability Prioritization

So, the other day I decided that the computer I bought to start my business with was getting too old for me to justify the space it takes up in my house. When I was pulling it apart, I saw the serial number sticker on the back and remembered the date I was called to pick it up. September 11, 2001. It wasn’t an ideal date to have recently quit your job and start working as a freelancer, but it’s worked out pretty good so far.

Anyhow, I was looking through the ads at http://www.usedvictoria.com to see if the bits I’d pulled out of the old computer were worth anything. Someone had posted an ad, saying they wanted to buy some of the exact bits I had. We met, and after a brief chat, the deal was done. The next morning, the buyer (also named Mike) invited me to his 30th birthday party. Mike knew I had just moved to Victoria, and mentioned this would be a good opportunity to meet people.

Now, anyone who knows me well knows that parties are not usually my thing, but like I was saying in my last post, I have been thinking a lot about priorities. Meeting people in Victoria is a priority for me, so I put on my good shoes, shaved, bought a bottle of wine and headed over.

The party had a wine tasting theme – or perhaps I should say the wine tasting had a party theme. Mike had it very well organized. Everyone was to bring a bottle of wine and some cheese. The bottles were kept in brown bags and numbered to conceal their identities. We were to sample the wines and rate them on a score sheet – the ratings would be tallied up and revealed with the wine labels at the end of the night. This, by the way, is an excellent idea for a party. It gave everyone something to do, and it really was fun to try all of the wines. Some were horrible. Most were really good. A few were VERY good.

I met some cool people. There was a Eric, a visual effects artist who came from L.A. for the party. When I asked him “How do you know Mike?” answered “I’ve known him since grade 5. You?”

“I’ve known him since the day before yesterday.” was my reply.

I also met a couple of people I might one day play some music with. Shayna, a singer, and Billy, who was the drummer on tour with Bif Naked in 2005. I gave them my card, we’ll see how that goes.

So, like I said, parties are not my thing, but If it’s a priority for me to find friends and a community here, I guess a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. I have to admit, it’s kinda fun. I have a feeling once I have more a sense of cummunity here, I’ll put my party hat back on the shelf, but in the meantime, if I am invited, I’ll show up.

By the way – the top rated wine? A Bordeaux from Mouton Cadet. Out of about 30 bottles, mine came in 4th – Shiraz from Lindemann. Last place was a red called Funky Lama. Be careful of that one!