Well, I’m married so it worked at some point. I’m involved with my community and the community is your dating pool. The other guy is right in a sense, it’s mainly coupled people you meet at events but the more people you meet the more people meet you. You have to make friends before you make lovers. My wife and I have absolutely tried setting up people we’ve met with people we know. My personal opinion is that people who “never meet anyone” are probably assholes and people steer clear of them.

The best thing about Zuckerberg is that he has no foresight or strategy that isn’t dog shit. I expect him to make wrong decision after wrong decision and to follow the sunk cost all the way down. I hope so anyway.

That’s like the kids in grade 10 who have a band name and album art but haven’t learned to play an instrument yet.

He gave a couple good ideas, join a service group, take Salsa lessons, go to local events. There’s a tree planting event in my community this week. You won’t meet people if you go once, but if you keep going people will recognize you. This is called “making friends” and sometimes that leads to romance. Things in your community still happen like the olden days.

No, that’s the look you get when you use table syrup. Also known as telephone pole syrup.

I’m a man and rock a low pony. But my beard is white and I’m more like a Journeyman by now. And I’m an upholsterer, but same diff.

My pedestrian is half run over.

Totally. She picks the best kissers.

In my youth I have also been to the Government Hotel for public urination. And it does indeed correlate to my present behavior of peeing outside.

I hope you stub your toe on the way to the bathroom tonight and the bruise serves to remind you to look for commonalities with people fighting the same fight as you instead of shitting on everyone with a slightly different point of view.

God I hope so.

I think it’s the tucking of the shirt into the shorts that ruins the look. The shirt should be one of those Andre The Giant get-ups with the snaps in the crotch so as to do away with those unsightly panty lines.

I’ve had that very same experience and on the coast. I’m an Ontarian and ask people all the time, where they live, where they’re from, what they do… It’s just conversation. When I went out west people, took offense and gave me shit for asking! I figured it’s because a lot of people in BC are searching for an identity because they don’t have a community or something. Or at least the traveler types I met fit that bill. I did learn pretty quick that if they were an ethnicity or sounded like they were from Ontario, you shouldn’t ask them where they grew up.

We bought our house (20 years ago) from a 95 year old lady. Her family was trying to get her into a home for years and finally convinced her. They put the house on the market at the price the came up with when they first started talking about moving her so the price was about $80k out of date. I guess the family got really pissed at the agent because we bought it the second it got listed and they thought they should have got way more money. So we got lucky too. Except our house is a bit of a shit box and had lots of stuff wrong with it. It had cardboard plumbing for fucksakes.

I heard one that goes “the first generation studies war so the next generation can study math so the next generation can study art” Then I guess the art pisses so many people off they go to war.

The Lake Michigan Monster is fabulous too!

William Lyon Mackenzie King

Sat in the middle and played with string

Loved his mother like anything

William Lyon Mackenzie King

I came to recommend this! That is an amazing film. I just watched it the other day. We found it free on Kanopy, the library movie app.

Engineers tend to get trapped between their calipers. They need to look holistically at the entire package. They need to play with things and think about their meaning and purpose. They need to analyze their decisions in the context of the human experience. They need to be free to experiment without technical restraints so they can push against the boundaries of what’s “possible”. Art is fast and fun. Design is smotth and calculated.

This guy is the perfect example. He gets this “great idea”, mills up a giant block of aluminum, spends 10 days faffing around, then throws it in the bin and starts over. Dude needs to sketch some shit and play with cardboard and clay and get his thoughts together before running to spin up his favorite tool.

Perhaps I can back too harsh, but I hear that response anytime I bring up art in front of engineers. It isn’t funny, is mainly lies and is meant to denegrate the whole occupation of art. If you’re an artist hold the standard higher please.