When a wet night in Vancouver feels fresh, it’s unmistakably August. Just when I thought no month would escape the stifling inquisition of this year’s endless rain, I was reminded that lately the weather has been boss.
My friend Max showed up late last night in trademark style, packing nothing but his flair and enough smokes to eat, after a lightning storm delayed him in Toronto and his luggage escaped to Calgary. Tonight we cruised to the VAG to explore a new exhibit by Chinese artist Zhang Huang (a.k.a. Meat Suit), and meet up with our friend Anthony and his steady Spencer.
Anthony once told me a funny story about subscribing to Hobo Magazine but never receiving an issue, and seeing him reminded me that I’ve been meaning to mention Hobo for at least two months. I have read countless magazines of all shapes, sizes, and subjects, and in my humble opinion Hobo is simply the best. [Don’t even get me started on the worst.] They dropped off the radar for almost a year after their eighth issue, which is why I think Anthony never received any, but they’re back and I would highly recommend picking up a copy.
This morning I found out that Surface Skis is using a photograph I sent them in a Japanese print ad, as well as the temporary home page of their website. I’m glad they like it. Michael Schneider, the benevolent mastermind behind Surface, has been forgetting to send me a cheque for at least three months, but now I know it’s just because it keeps getting nicer.
Another man who cashes cheques signed by Mike is my friend Blake Nyman, who had some extremely kind words for me today. It meant a lot because Blake is a man who is not hesitant to think, and I appreciate that quality in him a great deal. Before I sign off I wanted to let him know that I was deeply touched, and all is definitely well.
