Author Archives: gasoline gypsy

The Bishops

One might ask what a Hells Angels founding-father and a 4th Century preacher have in common, but I think I’ve found some similarities worthy of sharing. About a month ago I was chatting with a regular patron who decided to reveal some of his sordid past. He’s a tall, lean man, probably in his late […]

Carnegie Library promo

I’ve had an essay on the back-burner for some time, in an attempt to gather my thoughts on what it is to be a librarian at the Carnegie. Initially, I had imagined presenting this paper at a conference because I love public speaking. I get a real high out of it. And when I was […]

The Riot before the Storm

I have attended very few stadium style rock ‘n’ roll concerts. The main reason is that I am from small town Ontario with little access to big time shows, and then when I left home for Vancouver I was always too broke to afford tickets. Plus, I don’t think I have ever had a “fan” […]

A Day – March 30, 2017 at the Carnegie

My bicycle was being repaired since I had stretched out the chain, worn out the sprocket to little nubs, and no longer had responsive braking. It had to be done. Fortunately the weather had a surprise breakthrough with the sun coming out, so I was happy to walk to work. It was a day like […]

Travel Nostalgia

Over Christmas, my mom had me go through my closet and drawers of my childhood bedroom and purge many of my photo albums, as well as personal paraphernalia like ribbons and medals from various sporting events. It felt good to let go of this clutter, and have a good laugh while reading old notebooks from […]

Closeted Foodie

One of the main reasons I find it difficult to imagine leaving Vancouver is the food! I am a very frugal person, and love to go to the Salvation Army near my house on a weekly basis, if not more. When it comes to any larger purchases I perform some serious due diligence, and investigate […]

Dream weaver

I don’t know what it is about Fridays. I came home from work late yesterday, choked up, and without my cherished hand-woven socks. Scott knows the full story, but essentially I had my heart broken after spending time with a young woman at the library. Aboriginal, alone, from Manitoba, possibly pregnant, and a painful experience […]