tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330168112009-12-26T21:11:14.619-08:00Commentary from below.A Lnoreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33016811.post-13680825541439215512009-12-26T21:11:00.000-08:002009-12-26T21:11:14.625-08:002009-12-26T21:11:14.625-08:00

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Time for me to shut it down, folks. For now. My career beckons me, as a Media Consultant. Using my years of experience hosting on television and radio, I train people that expect to appear on-camera or on-air, people who represent their company or organization. I work with my clients to help them improve how they get their message across to an audience.Sounds intriguing? Drop me an email.As

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Potentially embarrassing thing at the library today: I was going to borrow one of those self-help books, and of course I try to use the self-checkout. I don't like librarians seeing the kinds of books I read. The machine wouldn't let me check it out. So I had to go up to the counter. I set my sights on a shy-looking woman to help me. She couldn't scan the book in. So she turns and hollers, "

A Lnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33016811.post-31951360723720849952008-12-19T09:44:00.007-08:002008-12-19T10:20:26.848-08:002008-12-19T10:20:26.848-08:00

On our last day in Venice, we took a ferry to Lido. What a great beach! The cute lifeguard was kind enough to offer an umbrella for free the next day, but sadly we were leaving early in the morn. J doesn't show her other foot, covered in band-aidsHere came one of many personality clashes: I wanted to hit a quiet town next, but J really needed to party -- Venice wasn't a hit for clubbing.

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Jet lag bites. J and I wake up at 2 p.m., no matter how hard we try to get up earlier. To me, it feels like we're missing out on a lot, but for J it's perfect -- she's a night owl. Fabio worries we will not see enough of Venice, but we do. Everyday, we have a cafe(I'm a macchiatto, J is a cappuccino) with something covered in chocolate, walk around, smoke, admire the sights, shop, go back to the

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Upon landing, we took a very long, slow water taxi from Da Vinci airport to our B&B, called Al Teatro or "3C", strangely. The owner, Fabio, was kind enough to guide us from the taxi stop to his establishment, situated 2 minutes from the main piazza, San Marco. Such a beautiful room! Marble floors and bathroom, large-screen t.v., a small balcony overlooking the bustling, tiny street below --

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J was very excited about our upcoming trip to Italy. With only 4 weeks to go, she and I scoured the Internet one or two nights a week, booking B & Bs in Venice and Florence. It became clear we were very different travelers. I've enjoyed hostels, both large and small, made do with accomodations with no safe, hung laundry in the shower overnight, used squat toilets, and never gave a thought to

A Lnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33016811.post-68179354146531360602008-07-25T16:27:00.002-07:002008-07-25T16:47:12.111-07:002008-07-25T16:47:12.111-07:00

When you do "the big clean" of your house, ever feel like you're covering up a crime scene?Oh man, I *really* got him with that orange juice. The spatter's everywhere! ...How'd it end up on the ceiling?Crap, there's those stepped-on chocolate chip cookie crumbs from three nights ago... mmmmm, chocolate.... hope my roomate doesn't mind if I sneak a few more...*How many* pairs of shoes did I buy

A Lnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33016811.post-6870799668960861142008-05-14T14:31:00.000-07:002008-05-14T16:32:10.588-07:002008-05-14T16:32:10.588-07:00

Who's this sexy thing?Partying in Montreal. Woot woot!Big surprise: Montreal in January = SNOW.Ohhhhhhh yes -- smoked meat sandwiches!I heart Santa.My friend blasting away at Laser Tag.Waterbaby in Tofino.Tofino beach.Tofino logs.Vastness of a Tofino beach.

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The media are funny. On a recent news show they played Youtube video of a girl getting beat up by a group. Right before it played the anchor stated, "Some of you may find the video disturbing," and then afterwards quoted studies that found there seems to be a trend where teens videotape fights and then post it on the net. So why the hell is the media perpetuating the cycle? Because it isn't

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When I lived alone, life was easy (although I don't know it until now). When something needed to get done, it got done. Within the week. Now when I want to get around to something, it takes *minimum* a few days. Weeks, sometimes months. It's embarassing.This morning, I accidentally got up too early for the start of a later shift. So I took my time eating brekkie, etc. When it was time to

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The completed living room, sans boxes and crap, and with good friends! I was happy to hold my housewarming (THREE months later)and have everyone feast while meeting each other. 'Where did all the crap go' you ask? Apparently, the Laundry Room. I discovered it a week after the housewarming. I opened the door to do laundry and... BAM! Stuff crammed in the room so tight, I could barely open

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This is why my posting has been lacklustre for the last couple months. When I was a bachelorette, settling into my own apartment was easy. I had my own schedule, it was only my stuff. Now I have to share the responsibility with roomates, as there's no way I'm organizing everyone's stuff.It's a new way of life, settling into a system that works for all people. It's not only me anymore. Do I

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Me staying fit two winters ago.I am normally quite the gym bunny. I visit my two gyms (yes, two) a total of 2 - 3 times a week. I lift weights, I hit the cardio. Now I'm bored. Gyms are not exactly the most scenic venues (minus the chiseled biceps, of course). I was hoping to change pace by visiting my local community centre. Alas, the Vancouver civic strike thwarts my plans. What are the

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Ever Google your name? I have, because it's very unique and as far as I know, no one in the world has it.Today I entered my name. I noticed it kept popping up on non-English sites, which didn't make sense. Then I noticed "Agasel" was included in geographic pages regarding the Sahara Desert. Hmmmm. So I googled Agasel + Sahara. This is what I found.Holy crap, I'm a geographical depression!

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Whether it's the gym, or any other public place, eventually you get The Talker. The one who doesn't pause for breath, nevermind asking you questions on your opinion. They get on their soapbox and suddenly, you're scanning left and right for a way out.Here are some ways to save your workout:1) First of all, consider whether or not you have time to listen. If you're not in a huge rush, and can

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When I was a kid I faithfully watched the Transformers cartoon in the morning. I broke my brother's Transformers because when I transformed them, I did it wrong.I wasn't expecting much from the 2007 movie release. Most people don't adapt faithfully (with the exception of LOTR), and it was Michael Bay. Which equals bad acting.Well, I was right about the acting. Too many zingers and American hero

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I've worked weekends for years. I recently earned a Saturday off and boy, was it an eyeopener! I had a free day where I could hang out with people in a lazy way, not feeling tired or as if I had to rush off to my next appointment. I actually ended up walking for hours, parking the car and heading to and from my destination. And it was a nice, leisurely pace that ended with refreshing ice

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My memories of living at home:ANY boy visiting me received the graceful hosting charm of my Mom, and the "I'm Gonna Kill You" stare of my Dad. And no words. Just staring. At. You. Every male friend of mine who was gregarious was instantly a meek, silent mouse upon entering my house. It's like my Dad's spiritual ghosts reached into the boy's throat and stole their voice away.There was always rice

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Got a new gig as an Entertainment Journalist for a local arts and entertainment company. Check out my first week of hosting here: www.stuff2do.ca . Man, it was bloody cold that day! But I wanted to project a Spring look, so all I had were small tops, thin sweaters, and no jacket!! My coffee wasn't doin' it for me. Oh well, now I know for next time: Vancouver spring = mild winter.Check back each

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Yes, call me a prize slut if you must. I really want this Zune being given away:Kelly at A Yoga Coffee Outlook is giving away a Zune MP3 player

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Recently I've had a number of single friends ask me the secrets to finding a potential boyfriend. The topics covered have ranged from the usual ("how did you meet *your* guy?") to the ridiculous ("do guys dig girls that know a lot about cars? Cause I know nothing about them"). These same friends usually try mainstream dating techniques, i.e. speed dating, personals websites, telephone chat lines,

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Although I'm not super old, I can see how my body does not forgive habits the way it used to. Back in the day, I had energy to party late the night before an early morning shift, I ate crap food (mmmm, ramen...), I drank like a fish, and I avoided the gym yet maintained killer abs.Not so today. I treasure sleep like it's a depleted resource. I cook meals as balanced, organic, and as free of

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"Turn Your Lights Down Low"My bill for hydro was slightly bigger than last time. Of course it would be higher during winter. Trying to outdo SAD. In the summer, I opened a window in the morning to provide light. These days, there's no light to be had on cloudy winter mornings.To be a total environmentalist, I *could* cut down the trees in front of my windows. But I live in an apartment building,

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I've got to vent about this, 'cause 'tis the season of parties and get-togethers. Many. And every host holding a fete, thinks their fete is the greatest. And for some reason, the success of the night hinges on you being there.The following are BAD party hosts I've come across:1) Ultimatum NeuroticHer sweet reminders about her upcoming party are peppered with cutting remarks like, "You better

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