It would seem that I’m not drinking nearly enough. I have the following bottles of scotch on hand:
I’d better get on it. I canpretty much guarantee you that the night I finish my last accounting assignment (which should be about a week from now), I’ll be diving into one or more of these.
Recently I’ve begun to think of, and refer to, Toronto as “home”. I’m still prone to calling the farm in Nova Scotia “home” sometimes, though I haven’t lived there since 1993. I’ve been in Toronto almost 8 years now, and while the plan was to move back east once we were able, that’s no longer the case. First of all, we’ve bought a condo (which hasn’t even been built); second, we both have good jobs here that we enjoy (some days more than others, of course); third, my MBA keeps me here (another 3 years to complete it, minimum 2 years of commitment to my company after that). Those felt like reasons why we had to stay, but I know now that I want to stay. Most of my friends are here. The best movies, concerts & restaurants are here. The TIFF and Hot Docs are here. The pollution sucks, but…whattaya gonna do?
I still love visiting Halifax and the farm, but this is home now.
Eye tells us that both Wolf Parade and Final Fantasy have announced shows here in Toronto next month. Might as while strike while the iron is hot, I guess; Toronto’s got a bit of a crush on both of these bands after their opening slots at the Arcade Fire show. [editor’s question: can we call Owen and his looper a band?]
Speaking of AF concerts, my brother weighed in on their latest London performance.
If you don’t know who Stan Rogers is, and you consider yourself any kind of fan of folk music (or fancy yourself a real Canadian) do a little research on the man. In Nova Scotia we grew up with a certain reverence for Stan, but as I moved west to Toronto (yup, like Finch) I found that he was less well-known in his home province than in the Atlantic provinces.
I was eight when Stan died, and don’t remember it, but I know it affected my father deeply. It’s one thing when a cherished musician dies; it’s another when he dies tragically & too young. Now, when I hear his music or read about him, I find myself missing him.
The Kings of Leon and The Secret Machines are coming to Toronto, but I refuse to pay for a concert in that shitbox Kool Haus.
This is the best What Do You Think? that The Onion has done in ages.
“If we outlawed everything some people find offensive, there wouldn’t even be a Texas in the first place.”
Rotten Tomatoes has Revenge Of The Sith at 27/29. If my hopes weren’t up before, they are now.
I finally seem to be on the other side of this cold. Still a little stuffed up, still the occasional cough, still the minor headaches and lack of energy, but at least I don’t feel like half-cooked ass anymore. Within a few days I should be capable of some exercise…just in time to drink myself silly at Santé.
The Nomad keeps finding songs that I just didn’t know I had. The latest example: “Vertigo” by Monster Magnet. I bought Dopes To Infinity years ago, listened to it maybe once and haven’t taken it out since. But this morning, lo and behold, this cool-ass song jolts me out of my walking-to-work stupor and girds me for…3 hours of vendor meetings.
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