It's been a while, yes, what with all the goings on in the world,
I thought who cares about some frog in Regina.
Why bother bloggin'?
Then I saw Elmo on the Rosie O'Donnell show telling
her about how everyone on Sesame Street was affected
by the disaster. I realized, after this, that everyone was affected
and I guess, to a certain degree, everyone's state of mind mattered.
Frog or no, blog or no.

So....

I'm on my way outta here! Finally. I'm leaving Regina, Canada
for good!

I've already got my ticket!

On Friday, it was my last day at this art gallery I worked at and
everyone went out to the local Indian establishment for dinner.

We have two artists here doing some sort of 'new media' music
concert, as well as an installation of AIRBAGS.

One's Mancunian (from Manchester) and one's from Paris.

The Paris guy is hilarious.

All night, he wanted to go see some sort of "peeep show"
or maybe "chicks with dicks", perhaps even "strip-man"
and "dwarves".

Unfortunately, one cannot find all these things together or separately
in Regina. That's just the kind of place it is.

So, we ended up at some brewpub, surrounded by middle aged plump
men who wore the typical golf shirt found on most Reginan males.

Afterwards, we went to some local artist's basement apartment to smoke his
dope. It's the first time I've tried Reginan weed. It was quite mellow and not
very strong or harsh.
While we were smoking, another guest had arrived and proceeded to regale
us with some flute playin'. He announced proudly that he made and played
flutes....and he had been taught by the masters of the world.

As the smoke drifted up to the ceiling, the etheral flute sounds drifted into
our brains and we all decided to leave. It had nothing to do with the flute
playing.

We ended up at the only gay disco in Regina. It was totally empty. Apparently,
Saturday nights are big.
The club and the clientele were incredibly 80's. The music was quite modern but
everyone had this really dated aesthetic about them.
Some gay cowboy types, gay mulleted types (Really!), gay moustaches too!
And thank god! They announced: "Last call for alcohol!"

Great taste is not universal.

Tonight, I'm getting ready to go to the gallery opening and to look at the
airbags and some kinda chair and to listen to some sort of 'new media' music.
Musique-concrete, break-beaty stuff.
They'll probably have some free food.


Ah, the life of an artist.

I'm also looking for donations.
Anything and any amount is appreciated.
Anybody who contributes to the fund
will be duly compensated with much love.
The fund is to help me get back home!

Coupons are also accepted.