home for the homos

We have apartment suite! For 01 September. Puh-raise da baby Jaysus!

We’ll be in the West End, 8th floor of a high-rise, south-east exposure, with a lovely patio and outside pool below. Quiet street (Pendrell), near shops, close-but-not-to-close to the scene, 3 blocks from the seawall and beach, 5 or 6 from Stanley Park.

Yay!

These words are my own

We had a day today. A day, I say! It came after a night.

Last night I had my first F2F with the fella I’m team teaching a research methods class. Said fellow finished his fudd the same time as me (2002) but has been in post-post-grad purgatory ever since. He wasn’t funded for his fudd, went a gazillion $ into debt, and teached 10-13 classes a year to keep up with his student loan and credit card debt payments. Maudit! And he’s been quite gracious about facilitating our work together, even though I was so far away. Of which I was much appreciative...until last night.

What a fucking wanker. Thank gawd he’s not terribly clever, or he could make my teaching experience less than fabou.

I arrived at his at 19h30 (as agreed). I left at 00h40. He was (ostensibly) being a gracious host, and I didn’t want his first F2F impression to be jawnbc the type A+ taskmaster--so I followed his lead. He is, alas, a psychologist--the sort that uses lame-assed reflecting/probing/psychoanalytic shite in social interactions. 1-800-get-a-life. After about an hour of it I decided to have fun with it. Finally I insisted we get on with discussing our class; shortly thereafter I realized he was trying to schmooze me and make me pliable with respect to what I felt the course content show emphasize. Here’s a fucking bulleting people: if you’re not smart enough to schmooze me undetected, you may well incur my wrath. Don’t make me come up there, I’ll give you something to cry about, because I said so.

I dedicated another hour (we’re at 2.5 hours at this point) to reason and discussion. And then I got incensed that this fuckwit would knowingly drag out an evening with someone who had just:

-travelled 11,000km over 20 hours
-been up for 12 hours that day already
-left his newly arrived in Canada partner alone in a semi-isolated part of town with no transport. Unfed

So I called the question--or, rather, I gave the answer--which shocked him. He has apparently taught an intro research methods course for 3 years without covering anything on doing a literature review. After I made it clear I wasn’t buying into that, he kited a number of indirect ways to work around it. And when I finally said, “not gonna happen, we’re doing it” he sez “oh well I realized 30 minutes ago you weren’t going to be flexible on this: I was just carrying on for the sake of the intellectual argument.” Puta was lucky I didn’t pulled out Mrs. Egan’s Tongue™ and verbally disembowel him.

At 23h30, I just took over. When he started babbling I said “yeah yeah yeah, you already said that. We’ll do this. Next.” Or “not gonna happen, next.” And barrelled through about 30 things. It took 15 more minutes of being clear and polite before I cracked and said. “pay attention: it’s late, I can’t stay any later, we’ve wasted too much time tonight. Buh-bye.” When I got home, querrelle was in bed, but shortly after I tumbled in, we did that lovely too-tired-4-guile clench/smooch/passionate lovemaking thang.

Today we began bike shopping (MC for he; scooter for me), had a great obento lunch with sushi (yay), coffeed and perved, banked, shopped, visited Jeannette Pas Tapette, drove to Grouse Mountain, balked at the price for the gondola (30$ plus tax per person???), drove over to Cypress instead, enjoyed gorgeous vistas, ate so-so fush n chups, and came home.