Joan.

Please allow me to introduce Joan.



Full name is Joan Rivers Mix-Graham.

Likes? So far, scratching the hell out of things, hiding under the couch.

Dislikes? Car rides.

We bought Joan at a pet store on Burrard Street. She cost more than our microfiber loveseat, which is ironic because she is destroying the microfiber loveseat as I write this.

Joan is a blue point Himalayan cat. She may live to be 20 years old, unless she jumps off the balcony while we are at work tomorrow.

I wonder if Joan likes me? What will Joan do all day?

I keep thinking about how Joan has never tasted any fried foods. Would Joan like fried foods?

Yes, Joan is truly a blank canvas. Godspeed, Joan.

high school reunion.

This guy took a picture of himself every day for six years. It seems especially poignant as I head to my ten year high school reunion on Saturday.

Yes sir, one day closer to the old GR.

Oh well.

news & tributes

first, this man installed a new stereo into our 1990 Honda Civic.


he did a nice job, and we are grateful to him for it. my commute now has a beat that just won't back down.

second, the new Sloan record came out on Tuesday. it is great.



there is a song on there, called 'Set In Motion,' that I think you will like. there are a lot of other good songs, too.

is this the season of good records or something? The Dears 'Gang of Losers' also came out recently. it is so good that you'll wish you were associated with it, in some way.

cath and I went to see Final Fantasy at ubc on Tuesday night. it was the best show that I have ever seen that incorporated an overhead projector into it, along with the looping of violin parts. before the show we ate in the "sub" which is the cool way that students say 'student union building.' cath kept getting confused between "sub" meaning 'student union building' and "sub" meaning sandwich. it was kind of embarrassing.

tonight my friend and co-worker Jon Sanders has invited to me to see a "performance" by a disc jockey called Z-Trip. apparently, this Z-Trip fellow takes pre-recorded songs and "mixes" them together, creating an entirely new sound that is pleasing to the ears. we'll see, Jon. we'll see.

i have a new job. if you must refer to me in a professional capacity, please use 'key accounts rep.' as in, i am personally responsible for MORE THAN ONE ACCOUNT.

my ankle has almost healed. the body's regenerative power is truly humbling - not! should this really have taken six weeks? i have been making sarcastic comments to my body the entire time - things like "nice job healing, guy."

finally, i am awaiting the arrival of a new cellular phone. my current cellular phone has not been working for quite some time - apparently it has been having difficulty bouncing digital signals off of a satellite, or something. have any of my acquaintances even noticed that I am incommunicado?

stay cool forever,
DM.

new Sloan "Fading Into Obscurity"

any doubts?

here.

I broke my ankle.

They have fitted me with a robocop-esque boot cast for the next six weeks. I have been sent from the future to look out for truth and justice, etc.

Catherine specific info: please pick up an exfoliating stone and some anti-odour foot cast powder on the way home from work. Bring on the spongebaths!

Sympathy calls appreciated/expected.

Also, I am planning on doing some Jimmy Stewart in 'Rear Window' type voyeurism over the next six weeks from the balcony at the apartment. Does anyone have some high-powered binoculars I could borrow? Does anyone have the number for Meals On Wheels?

Cabin Fever 2006: Heritage Classic at Finchy Dune

It was a brotherhood of twelve men on a frozen pond.

Reverend Alecia

holy cow.

Who Taught You To Live Like That?

Sloan's new single "Who Taught You To Live Like That?" is now available for FREE download at the iTunes music store. A real return to form in my opinion - very Beatles-esque.

'so do you have any pet peeves?'

well, i haven't been writing much in here, so i have decided to treat this like it's a job, where i have a boss and where a certain amount of work is expected to be done. so we are going to start having themes around here and we are going to start dealing with issues.

i think if i wrote for the 'north shore news' or 'burnaby now' or some such small newspaper, i might write a column about pet peeves. the headline would be 'so do you have any pet peeves?' and in the article i would outline my pet peeves, and relate it to the readership with a line like 'we all have pet peeves so we should be aware of them and embrace the diversity of pet peeves in our community.'

maybe i would number them.

1. MISPRONUNCIATION OF KETCHUP, OR SHERBET.
this is when people say "catch-up" or even "kats-up." what are the origins of this pronunciation? and a lot of people love to say "sher-beRt." where did that extra 'R' come from? i really hate this.

2. WHEN PEOPLE LET DOGS LICK THEM ON THE MOUTH.
turn your head and let them lick your ear or the side of your face, please. also, is a dog really 'kissing' you when it licks you? when a dog is licking its genitals would you say it is 'kissing' its own genitals? supposedly they lick their genitals to 'clean' them. but why do dogs care if they have clean genitals, as they often eat their own feces! and why would a dog want to kiss you, or have any concept of what kissing is?

3. RADIO DJ'S WHO USE 'TEASERS' BEFORE GOING TO COMMERCIAL.
do you know what i mean here? when they can't just tell you which song is coming up after the commercial, but they have to make it into a trivia question. like they'll say "coming up after the break, a band who only ate nachos for a year!" or "up next, a singer that used to work as a furniture mover!" and then you wait through the commercial and it ends up being 'ridin' dirty' by chamillionaire.

4. 'RIDIN' DIRTY,' BY CHAMILLIONAIRE.

5. WHEN PEOPLE IN OUR BUILDING COMPLAIN ABOUT THE ELEVATOR BEING BROKEN DOWN (this one is from cath).
although i can't say i am feeling this one as it is pretty annoying when the elevator never works.

so, do you have any pet peeves? maybe leave your pet peeves in the comments section, and if there are any good ones i will put them up for further discussion. and let me know what you think about 'themes' too. tomorrow's theme? probably it will be "initial impressions of the loveseat" or "just how durable is microfiber?" or else "why do people like fireworks so much?"

the new loveseat.

i can't sleep right now. i often have trouble sleeping, but this time it is for a legitimate reason. the new loveseat is being delivered tomorrow!

it is made of 'microfiber,' which means it is highly stain resistant. i will probably watch some great television from the comfort of my new microfiber loveseat. if i melt cheese on a bagel i will eat it on the loveseat, maybe with a bottle of beer.

when it arrives, i wonder, how will my life be different? will i sit more, or will i just sit differently? hard to say. one thing that i think i will do is sit up straight. i can't picture myself slouching as much as i do on our current old couch. but this may pass, as i become familiar with the loveseat.

yes, the loveseat will be here tomorrow. it really is hard to believe.

Are you lonesome tonight?

Elvis wasn't. He had his pills to keep him company.

man oh man.

i can't take credit for finding this, but at the 2:37 mark, there is something you have to see.

It's a Gormsabration!

Come celebrate Gorms as he continues the slow, steady march towards his inevitable death.

Saturday, 9pm onward, Doolin's (Granville at Nelson).

bed, bath... beyond!

first, an apology for the lack of posts recently. i have been concentrating on home furnishings, home decor, and antiquing.

in fact, only yesterday i was rummaging around at a yard sale when i unearthed an absolutely gorgeous brass gilded mahogany end table. the finish was the deepest, most sumptuous oak, and it goes so famously with our teal and chocolate throw pillows that it makes you just want to die. when i saw the table, i actually started trying to slit my wrists with an antique letter opener. this table is that nice. anyway, cath wrestled me to the ground and we ended up getting the table AND the letter opener. life is funny sometimes.

a lot of people have been asking me, "Hey, Dave, what's it like to be engaged?" and I have to say, it's nice. a typical day might begin with your fiancee brewing a pot of organic, shade grown, fair trade coffee (bird friendly, of course). then, probably some antiquing and a cobb salad for lunch. we'll generally hit a couple of home furnishing factory outlets in the afternoon before chopping up some fresh fruits and veggies from the farmer's market for a nice homemade salsa. i remember in my bachelor days, i'd buy salsa at the grocery store. when i think of all the store bought salsa i used to eat, it makes me sick. it really does.

so, as you can probably tell, engaged life agrees with this guy just fine. i would like to thank everyone who took the time to send us a note of congratulations. all the kind words were greatly appreciated. i have printed out all the emails and i am currently in the process of delicately singeing all the edges of the paper to give them a "weathered" look. i am going to display all of these notes in a homemade scrapbook with some pressed flowers on the coffee table. next time you come over, feel free to flip through it. but please, remember to use a coaster.



our new throw pillows, from the "Words to Live By" collection. each pillow is hand-etched by a blind seamstress in Peru with words like "love" or "fidelity." couldn't you just eat them up?

big news.

Yup, it's official. Catherine Graham has officially signed a long term deal. Terms were not disclosed.

We are off to San Francisco for a few days to celebrate. See you for drinks (and more frequent updates) when we get back.

Boston Phoenix 100 Unsexiest Men

Alternative weekly paper The Boston Phoenix recently published its' inaugural '100 Unsexiest Men' list. Being the voracious pop culture reader that I am, I couldn't help myself and took a look at the list.

Number One?

Gilbert Gottfried. Not a surprise.



Number Six?



Dr. Phil. This was not exactly a shocker, either.

And then, at number eighty-four... my heart skipped a beat. It was ME!



DAVE MIX.

It's clear to me now that the editorial staff at The Phoenix have made some sort of terrible mistake. Look at those eyes - gently upturned as if to say "Hold me." The form - as if cut from the finest Corinthian marble. Now, I'm the first to admit that perhaps I don't fit into the trendy definition of sexy. I suppose my "urban outdoorsman" look doesn't fit in with the twenty-first century's androgynous heroin chic beauty ideal. I guess my rough, unkempt and dangerous appeal might frighten some women, and certainly some men. I suppose I may harken back to the golden age of Hollywood, when men were men, and dames were dames.

You know what, world? You can keep your pretty boy Jon Secadas and your delicate Orlando Blooms!

Give me the Cary Grants, the John Waynes, the Humphrey Bogarts of the world!

Give me the DAVE MIXES, damnit.

The entire article is here, if you really want to see it.

The Coward Files

We couldn't be happier to announce that Ryan Arnold's debut collection of short stories, 'The Coward Files,' has been accepted for publication by conundrum press.



Please visit the official site for details. And even though it's not out yet, why not let conundrum press know how excited you are about it?

gorms likes cardinals.

Here is a picture of Gorms holding his pet cardinal, Jeff.



There are three things Gorms really likes about Jeff:

1) His nesting instinct
2) The way he helps control the silkworm population
3) His plumage

Due to his disdain for the eagle, Gorms has been banned from the upcoming Easter Extreme Camping Adventure and Wildie Hunt, or EECAWH.

Say that acronym loudly. "EECAWH! EECAWH!" Sounds like an eagle to me.

Brothers, regale!

As Harlem continues its quest for yet another championship, I thought I would leave you with this stirring image of three brothers.



They are the "power forwards" of the wilderness, friends. Where we seek goals and assists, these brothers seek simply to soar with infinite majesty.

Yet are we really so different? Are we really so far from one another?

prom aftermath.

sometimes they just get things right. as predicted, d. mix and c. graham were named prom king and queen. here is a shot of us just before our coronation...



we had a very good time.

cath has a very solid crew in the limestone city. praise be to sarah, elena, pam, andrew, emily, pat, jeff, mel and victoria for taking excellent care of the kid and being so nice.

here the big c and sarah get down...



this shot is me and cath and sarah at the tom green/keepin' it real crew show in january...



we were featured on famed kingston website barshots.ca... did you ever play that game 'which of these things does not belong'?

in the end, c. graham rules. see you soon kid.