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This first entry will mostly just be the random thoughts that run into my head as I sit out on the patio at the Kings Head Pub and figure out what direction I shall take this blog in. Basically this is just away of introducing myself through my thoughts, so please try and take everything I say with a grain of salt. It’s much better then writing me angry comments later which I will never read.
As I was saying, I’m sitting here on King St trying to digest the pitiful, horrendous looking piece of poop dubbed the “Cube Stage” at Old Market Square (which is actually a triangle) while trying to consider all that makes this “ One great city!” But I can’t stop looking at that ridiculous stage. Who came up with that? I mean really, it looks like some one took what was left of the boiler room from one of the World Trade Centers and just pressure washed the shit out of it..... Sorry, I’ll be back, this is very quickly turning into a rant.
=== 2 minutes and 27 seconds later===
Anyways, my my, (not a typo) how this town or.. er... city has changed. Bus stops with due times rather than ragged signs with a number for the Tele-Bus. At a time when, if you had a cell phone you probably weren’t taking the bus. A number I called many times after thinking I had been lucky at the bar, only to hear a a different, slightly digitized, woman’s voice say “ Hello, and welcome to Tele-Bus”
There’s a downtown that’s alive and bustling after 5:15 PM... hold on a second... it’s 4:20....damn.... I wish I was 18 again. I’ll just have a cigarette instead. There is a certain vibe to this city, a connectivity if you will, that having a vibrant downtown affords. You really, had to feel sorry for the poor guy who gets off the plane in ’97 and says to the cabby, “just take me downtown”. Think he was ever coming back here? Not a chance.
The hobos are still here, that’s nice... I like that. Picking butts off the curb.... oops! he almost feel over there. <hehe> Must have been a big one. Good to see things haven’t changed that much.
A trio of suits sits at the other end of the patio, none with drinks, and one of them has terrible posture. I actually feel uncomfortable watching him. That’s amazing. His back is parallel with his shoulders!?! Wow! This guy is in serious need of yoga.
Hipsters go by blasting Matisyahu out of a 500 dollar Chevy, as an urban hippie jay-walks while smoking a cig. She would be cute if she smiled. Instead she just looks malnourished and angry. Smiling goes a long way. So does a healthy diet.
This city has definitely cleaned its self up a lot. I guess we can thank Katz for that, though I’m sure I could be proven wrong. On the Katz bit, the aesthetic overhaul of our city is undeniable.
There was a time, in my younger days when I used to whole heartedly believe that this city was a complete and utter shit hole. In my travels people would often ask where it was that I came from, to which I would reply “Winnipeg”. “Oh...” they would say, “sounds nice.” “Clearly you’ve never been” was my usual retort, and those who had visited our city and where in the know, often took pity on me, assuming that I was handicapped in some way, shape, or form from having come from such a garbage heap. As one crackhead outside of the Edmonton Greyhound so eloquently put it.. “Oh Winnipeg.... That’s a rough city... I wouldn’t want to live there!” (This actually was a legitimate crackhead but that is an entirely different story.)
That is the sentiment that that I, and by I, I mean us Winnipegers, have to deal with both home and abroad. Well I’m here to change all that. I’m here to bring out the good in Winnipeg, and showcase it the way it deserves to be... well... showcased.
That’s all I have for now, but I will be checking out a kick-ass R&B band at Le Garage on Saturday and spending Sunday at The Forks for “The Big Show” featuring some apparently great, young, local, musical talent. The subsequent article for that show will be in the September 22 issue of The Projector. (I always want to call it The Percolator. It was that damn front page photo of the coffee pot!) Anyways, this is Al signing out saying “Taker’ easy, and if she’s easy, taker’ twice!”
This first entry will mostly just be the random thoughts that run into my head as I sit out on the patio at the Kings Head Pub and figure out what direction I shall take this blog in. Basically this is just away of introducing myself through my thoughts, so please try and take everything I say with a grain of salt. It’s much better then writing me angry comments later which I will never read.
As I was saying, I’m sitting here on King St trying to digest the pitiful, horrendous looking piece of poop dubbed the “Cube Stage” at Old Market Square (which is actually a triangle) while trying to consider all that makes this “ One great city!” But I can’t stop looking at that ridiculous stage. Who came up with that? I mean really, it looks like some one took what was left of the boiler room from one of the World Trade Centers and just pressure washed the shit out of it..... Sorry, I’ll be back, this is very quickly turning into a rant.
=== 2 minutes and 27 seconds later===
Anyways, my my, (not a typo) how this town or.. er... city has changed. Bus stops with due times rather than ragged signs with a number for the Tele-Bus. At a time when, if you had a cell phone you probably weren’t taking the bus. A number I called many times after thinking I had been lucky at the bar, only to hear a a different, slightly digitized, woman’s voice say “ Hello, and welcome to Tele-Bus”
There’s a downtown that’s alive and bustling after 5:15 PM... hold on a second... it’s 4:20....damn.... I wish I was 18 again. I’ll just have a cigarette instead. There is a certain vibe to this city, a connectivity if you will, that having a vibrant downtown affords. You really, had to feel sorry for the poor guy who gets off the plane in ’97 and says to the cabby, “just take me downtown”. Think he was ever coming back here? Not a chance.
The hobos are still here, that’s nice... I like that. Picking butts off the curb.... oops! he almost feel over there. <hehe> Must have been a big one. Good to see things haven’t changed that much.
A trio of suits sits at the other end of the patio, none with drinks, and one of them has terrible posture. I actually feel uncomfortable watching him. That’s amazing. His back is parallel with his shoulders!?! Wow! This guy is in serious need of yoga.
Hipsters go by blasting Matisyahu out of a 500 dollar Chevy, as an urban hippie jay-walks while smoking a cig. She would be cute if she smiled. Instead she just looks malnourished and angry. Smiling goes a long way. So does a healthy diet.
This city has definitely cleaned its self up a lot. I guess we can thank Katz for that, though I’m sure I could be proven wrong. On the Katz bit, the aesthetic overhaul of our city is undeniable.
There was a time, in my younger days when I used to whole heartedly believe that this city was a complete and utter shit hole. In my travels people would often ask where it was that I came from, to which I would reply “Winnipeg”. “Oh...” they would say, “sounds nice.” “Clearly you’ve never been” was my usual retort, and those who had visited our city and where in the know, often took pity on me, assuming that I was handicapped in some way, shape, or form from having come from such a garbage heap. As one crackhead outside of the Edmonton Greyhound so eloquently put it.. “Oh Winnipeg.... That’s a rough city... I wouldn’t want to live there!” (This actually was a legitimate crackhead but that is an entirely different story.)
That is the sentiment that that I, and by I, I mean us Winnipegers, have to deal with both home and abroad. Well I’m here to change all that. I’m here to bring out the good in Winnipeg, and showcase it the way it deserves to be... well... showcased.
That’s all I have for now, but I will be checking out a kick-ass R&B band at Le Garage on Saturday and spending Sunday at The Forks for “The Big Show” featuring some apparently great, young, local, musical talent. The subsequent article for that show will be in the September 22 issue of The Projector. (I always want to call it The Percolator. It was that damn front page photo of the coffee pot!) Anyways, this is Al signing out saying “Taker’ easy, and if she’s easy, taker’ twice!”
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