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Anyone know Mark Bennett?

March 6, 2011 Leave a comment
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It has been 22 years since I saw him sitting against my wall, in my unfurnsihed apartment.

We were good friends, but the then of my life, was not so friendly. Heck, the when of my life wasn’t so friendly either.

If you know him, tell him the one who gave him the scar and fell out of his car says hello. Tell him to”‘look at me, Jimmy C’ and tell him to drop a line here at garyrambles.

Sometimes the old saying of you can never go home is true , but we still fight our way, trying.


Here we go! Job search train is rolling!

December 9, 2010 2 comments
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Today is the day that in earnest, I begin the trek, the task of finding a job. Any job.
With the work of a good friend who is acting as a job coach, to light the fire under my ass to get me started, it is scary!

Not scary, like Scooby Doo Mysteries scary, but scary in the fact that this is a road less traveled by myself. Eeks!

So what am I looking for? Strongest in web and video design, so contract work over the ‘net would be great.  I have over 10 years of experience in sales,customer service so basically any office job would be up my alley as I can handle any software application and mange myself quite nicely over the phone.Helping people is a big motivator for me.

Sip of coffee. Bored yet?

If you are out there reading this and touched by my plight, you can help! Keep me in mind if you hear of something, forward my resume to others or email me a name that you know of that might be looking for someone such as myself. Share this post with them! My site at has a portfolio of my recent web/video work. An email to me can get you a copy of my resume. (

Specifics? Here is a short list of my skill sets and software experience from A to Z: Read more…

Who is interviewing whom? Or is it who?

December 8, 2010 3 comments
Chiloloba acuta- Green Scarab Beetle - in Herb...

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Grammar. Fine pinnacle of English usage and verbiage. Whom? Who? What to do?

My interview went rather well. I wasn’t wearing pajamas nor did I answer my cell phone. I tried to make eye contact and smile. I may have passed gas, but I blamed the other guy. Who knew that interviews could be nerve wracking? Seriously, you enter, drink some coffee and then answer questions about your past life as a scarab beetle in ancient Egypt.

I think I nailed that one. I was dismayed that they did not require a song or interpretative dance but maybe they will pull that one out for the second round,providing I make it that far. The other positive was security was not, was not called in, nor were the police. Dale Carnegie would have been proud. Maybe.

Now it is wait.And see. I will be waiting and seeing while in Seattle/Tacoma awaiting the arrival of Roger Waters for “The Wall” but that is good as a place to wait as any.


Cover me! I am going in!

December 7, 2010 2 comments
Wardrobe remix: Job interview

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A few hours away from my 1st job interview in almost 10 years. If I said I wasn’t a tad nervous, I would be lying.

Unemployment has many downs, but the ups are good. Getting called in for an interview is a good thing. Boosts the self esteem immediately and for those of us who believe in a higher power than ourselves, also gives us time to give heart felt thanks.

What is working on the outside like? I have been working from home for so long I think I have forgotten the basics. Can I wear pajamas? Is there coffee provided? Do you get recess? Can I wear slippers?

And then there is the sound advice from all of your friends that are working. Do this, don’t do that during your interview. Look at the person in the eye. Do not pass wind. Rules and more rules! Where did they all come from? I remember just starting out in Saskatoon at Smitty’s Restaurant where the interview was this: “Can you wash dishes?”


“You start Monday.”

Simpler times. Kinder times. Washing dishes was a noble job. My first paycheck was $47.10. My next paycheck went to rent. Sure I was 14/15 at the time, but rent ain’t free! And here it is, 30 years later and mortgages aren’t free either.

Snowfall warning

November 30, 2010 Leave a comment
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Snowfall warning. It is always in effect it seems, here in the Kootenays. We carry chains from October to May and beyond. I am watching it snow now. Watching it. Maybe it is watching me.

What would Obama do? Globally warm his mittens over Al Gore‘s wood stove of incandescence? Would the Easter Bunny run in a parade, dressed in white to protest the falling? Some people would. Some would even wear masks, to hide themselves from the protests. I often what sort of person hides from the very thing that they are protesting. Do you know it is wrong but want to raise noise? Is that why you hide your face? Is the cause not worthy of your personal realization that dreams died in 1959 in the Surf Ballroom?

All bets are off kiddies. The snow is falling. I am watching, being watched.

Maybe the question to ask isn’t what would Obama do? What would Clint Eastwood do? “How many snowflakes were there? Five billion? Six?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44shovel, the most powerful shovel in the world, and would blow your snow clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Grinderman and the enchilada that got away..almost

November 29, 2010 1 comment
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Commodore. Friday night. Grinderman,aka Nick Cave‘s new band. Amazing show. hard, driving guitars and an insane Warren Ellis made for an evening that rivals delusional states of bliss. Sweat filled bodies pounded the dance floor as the band poured it out. Howl after howl, lick after lick, Grinderman made us all sweat. Made us dance, sway to a driving rhythm and led souls closer to one another.

I have been following Nick Cave for close to 30 years and his new experiences being told through Grinderman are revelatory. His music with The Bad Seeds is more philosophical, romantic, dark. Grinderman is fast, angry and full of everything we need to let go of. And what a better venue than at the Commodore ballroom in Vancouver?

So yes dear readers, I enjoyed the show. A lot.


Druidic job searches and the Maharaja

November 23, 2010 1 comment
An American in Paris (1951)

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Desperate. Reaching.

The genie in the bottle has abandoned me. Once, I was the king of Spain. Now, I am in the valley of the mountains, steep spires of rock and coldness overlook my every breath. Now, I am in the midst of triangulated strangulation. Mercies are foreign to me, mercies have become luxuries. I wonder how cold it can get before the sun finally arrives.

No-one buys poetry anymore. No one wants to move to the higher level but instead, give up their freedoms and liberties for complacency. We lost the war on terrorism because they won the war of fear.  No-one remembers Gene Kelly singing in the rain, or Frank, who did it his way. Now it is all hip hop thrash,trashed mementos form a celebrity,stoned. Cold artifacts from a manufactured age.

I refuse to let the artist die. I refuse to give in. I refuse to believe we are adrift. I refuse to settle for anything less than beauty, for excellence. Divide the penny and smile.

Unemployed. Unemployment. They still suck.