I am often asked as to which of the many restaurants we own and operate is my favourite. To be honest I don’t have one. They are for the most part singular as the concept of each is entirely different. The only unifying element is that all are boisterous and fun with a welcoming neighbourly feel. We like you to feel as if we are hosting you in our home.
That being said if I were forced to choose I would pick The Fish Shack based purely on the fact that this is the spot I choose most often to frequent. Sunday brunch on the comfortable long bar with a bull dog menu, oysters, popcorn shrimp and jalapeno poppers… Need I say more?
The Fish Shack does not compete with the glamorous Coast, Glowbal or Black + Blue, nor does it try to. What it lacks in glamour it more than makes up for in comfort. The Fish Shack is where you show up in jeans and a T, lean back on the relaxed bar, loudly cheer for your sports team (big screen and loads of T.V.’s) and laugh with friends.
I have spent many an hour seated on that bar and I intend to spend more.
As a restauranteur I have a certain appreciation for my peers and their efforts. As such I like to share with others the spots I am most found of. I believe there is room for all of us to prosper. You can find me every day in the restaurants I am partner in at http://www.glowbalgroup.com.
What Are You Reading Wednesdays #WAYRW is a weekly feature on It’s A Reading Thing. It’s fairly straight forward. Just answer a few simple questions about the book you are currently reading and the post it. If you use the image above, please make sure you link it back to It’s A Reading Thing.
2. Go to page 34 in your book or 34% in your eBook and share a couple of sentences.
Teza’s songs became a manifestation of the country transforming around them, in Rangoon and its townships and dozens of cities and villages all over Burma, in the singer too, a new country was being born. The words swept through Teza’s mind and flew from the mouths of the protesters, men and women and children in the streets shouting Doh ayey, doh ayey, doh aye. Our business, our cause. It was the old dream, the oldest music, written again in human blood, soiled by human excrement, with shoes bereft of feet scattered all around. The chorus of a single word: freedom.
3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?
No. This book is set in war torn Burma where students and teachers are labeled as dissidents and locked away in cages where they are tortured, malnourished and left without hope. Karen Connelly gives a glimpse into a very real world that is far from modern society yet all too near. I would not choose to risk my freedom there with my all too often loud voice.
Want to invest? First you have to take control of your finances through budgeting. 75% of investing is financial control. Iron control of your finances. I know this because I have slipped time and time again.
How can you maximize your budget to generate wealth?
Let’s use the example of Jessica. She earned her BA in a liberal arts field and obtained employment doing administrative work, earning about $30,000 a year. After taxes, she takes home about $20,000, or $1660 a month. She lives with roommates, so her rent is about 1,000 per month. She owes $20,000 in student loans and makes her monthly minimum payments of $150. After her monthly expenses, including groceries, health insurance, utilities, and miscellaneous things, she isn’t left with any money left over, and sometimes, she can’t even pay off the entire balance of her credit card.
Jessica has dreams and ambitions and wants to know how to maximize her budget to increase her net worth. She would like to own her own business one day, but it feels impossible when she’s barely scraping by, living paycheck to paycheck. So, what…
He stood at the condiment bar and shouted into his phone.
What the fuck are you talking about? He screeched. Who the fuck told you you were smart? I’m the smart one in the family. I’m the fucking smart one. You’re not fucking smart. I’m the fucking smart one.
Caramelized honey latte, sir? I asked. I slid the cup toward him.
He looked up and gave me the friendliest smile I’d seen all day.
His voice was so jolly it made my teeth hurt. He took the drink from me and then turned back into his phone.
I’m the fucking smart one. Not you. Not the FUCK you.
I stared at him. He put some sugar in his already sweet drink.
That teaching is the importance of brotherly love. That is to say that you cannot truly love anyone if you do not find brotherly love for everyone. By recognizing the universal truth that everything and all beings are connected then you must accept that the person you love most is apart of everyone and thus a little bit of him or her exists within even the most alien of strangers therefore you must learn to identify that which you love within each being before you. And the inability to do so perhaps means that you do not truly love at all.
Keeping that in mind I set out on my daily life to find pieces of who I love the most (she will remain unnamed here) within those I found the most difficult to like, never mind love! I cannot say it was easy, but it can be done, and in doing so I found that my difficult relationships with these people whom I am naturally opposed to became if not friendly, at least comfortable and kind. That alone was worth my effort.
I can also say that by recognizing pieces of the person I love most within others I have in some way begun to love her even more!
I have begun the process of writing my second book: The Walls Have Painted Eyes, The Story of the Mural Art of Michelle Loughery Building Connections Within Communities and People, based on my good friend and partner in crowdCONNX.com Michelle Loughery’s 25 years of combining her love for art with her want to help people, specifically youth at risk and communities through her mural artworks.
Keep an eye out here and on www.crowdCONNX.com as we will post regular updates on our progress as well as share some real stories from people whose lives were changed after having worked with Michelle on her many mural projects. These stories will also be shared in the our book so you will be getting some advanced pages for your reading pleasure!
I am honoured that Michelle asked me to be a part of this when the interest in her story grew. I am also thrilled to be putting pen to paper again (or keypad to computer code).
Next favourite poem is from Stones From The Sky by Pablo Neruda, XXIII in particular. I am not one who attempts to glimpse into the mind of the poet rather I enjoy what the words do for me, that resounding moment when first read, hinting at a revelation of self, if only I were brave enough to listen.
Hello all you sons of Mars, daughters of Venus, and queers of Uranus (no offense intended, I just wanted to include everyone. #sendingpositivevibes.) So I figured it was high-time to finally knock out one of these Top Ten lists. The average ones tend to bore me a bit. They usually contain circumstantial and/or unfounded information, passing itself off as genuine sound advice. In actuality it’s little more than a bar at 2 am, everyone just happens to have 10 two cents to put in.
Needless to say it’s a perfect platform for me to spew my circumstantial vomit all over the place. Let’s face it, your kind of curious, so without further adieu:
So You Wanna Be a Writer: 10 To-Do’s from a Sociopath.
1.) Kill Yourself – No, seriously (just kidding). For those of you unfamiliar with the works of E.B. White and William Strunk…