The writer writes.

The writer of this blog has been reading a book, quite a wonderful book, in which the sentences ramble on yet always with purpose and interspersed with dialogue that emerges within the narrative, flowing uninterrupted by punctuation, or at least quotation marks, Puzzling he says aloud and waits for a response from anyone near by, to which his wife replies, Come down for supper you lunkhead, and he sighs and searches for the end of sentence which approaches but never seems to arrive, until at last he can hit the small white square on his keyboard that denotes a full stop.

How in the hell does Jose Saramago write whole novels that way?

(Finally getting around to reading Blindness).

Zoupe do jooer

I've waxed eloquent about my foodie tendencies before (uber fan of Ramsay and Batali) - but yesterday I had one of the most amazing Bouillabaisses of my life. And in my own hometown!

Bistro 7 1/14 is a place that even Gordon Ramsay would love. Okay, maybe that's going a bit too far. But the quality of food, the great atmosphere and wine...oh, the wine... well lets just say it was just short of an orgasmic experience.

The pic above, snapped seconds before I devoured (well, savoured actually) a mixture of lobster tail, mussels, fish and perfectly balanced broth.

If you ever find yourself in Winnipeg (maybe ask yourself, why?) but then book a table at Bistro 7 1/4 - 725 Osborne... hence the name.

Snap at your own risk.

My only picture from the Eagles concert that I have been raving about. I snapped the legal wag of the finger that was placed in all the cup holders - anal? Yes. But these guys have always been a bit that way.

I am such a law abiding wimp - I considered sneaking a few shots with my cell during the concert, but the aforementioned warning told be that I could be ejected.

Yikes - Peaceful Easy Feeling I think not.

One of these nights....

Oh my, oh my, oh my.......

The Eagles were freaking AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every song a classic - every note perfect - emotional highs throughout. It was generally a huge love-in. And in spite of all the stories about Henley being a perfectionist and Frey being the biggest asshole in the music business - I was a total fanboy.

And how is it that these guys still have their voices? They snorted and drank their way through the seventies. But Henley hit every single note of Desperado and One of These Nights.

I'd post pictures but it wasn't allowed - the images and sound will have to be burned in my brain. Easily the best of the recent rock legend concerts.

I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load

...Well, at least I don't have seven women on my mind.

Tonight I get to see another group of rock legends - in the last twelve months I've been checking off a few (Young and Dylan) - and tonight it's the Eagles. Now I know it has become a group of self-involved arrogant millionaires, or maybe they always were. You certainly get that idea from reading Don Felder's Heaven and Hell. They all sound a bit insane, and not the sort of people you'd like to hang with.

But when the intro to Hotel California starts playing, I know I will forgive a helluva lot. Why? Because it's the freaking Eagles!!!!!!!

take it easy....