Kashmiri Chai

I should do a Father's day post like Paula did, I guess, but he's not here, so I called him instead. Also, I guess I'm enough of a regular that an accidentally-milky Kashmiri Chai got redirected my way absolutely free.  Or my neckbeard has mysterious powers. I have not yet ruled out either explanation.

Hiding from Hiding

After work today I went to one of my forest hiding spots to finish off Cloud Atlas. So did a badger.

Introducing Women to Girls

Everybody needs mental health breaks, right? And friends? And all-dressed Ruffles?

The Bandit

Got introduced to The Bandit a few months back by an archivist and Diesel Sweeties fan at a cafe. Think s/he's done a fine job with this one.  Oh, and I took this on Monday, but I didn't take any pictures of Pud keeping me sane on Tuesday, so this will have to do.

Okay then

Great PR, tar sands! "Don't worry: we just got lucky. Twice! Next time we'll F*ck up your river much worse."

Ooo!

Great idea, mysterious billboard! From now on I'll spy on my neighbours as much as I can. Maybe I'll finally discover the story behind that beater full of garbage that's always parked there.

Carved in Stone

I'm glad Trev likes Edmonton better now, since one of his pieces looks like it'll be here for a while. It's etched in granite on a bench on Alberta Avenue.  His name is, too: 

It's at the SE corner of 118 Ave and 89 street if you'd like to see it in person. Everyone seems to have a good reason to go there about once a year. Well, two good reasons, now.