I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week, so blogging will be erratic at best.
In the meantime, here are a few download-worthy (and purchase-worthy, if you like them) tunes:
Good advice from Ken Livingston. I’d love to see Toronto ban cars downtown — say from Dundas to Front and Spadina to Sherbourne — or at least charge people to drive into the core.
On my second-to-last night of freedom the three of us (myself, Nellie and Nellie’s mom) met CBGB at The Spotted Dick, a pub ’round the corner from us. We’ve been to the Dick several times, but they’ve recently finished some repairs and refurbishment, and find themselves under new ownership. They’ve replaced the furniture, given the place a good scrub and upgraded the menu (there’s standard congealed pub crap, but there’s also the sizzling jambalaya-like dish I had last night, the chicken tikka masala appetizer CB had, etc.). It still feels pubby, but doesn’t have the old dinginess anymore, and the servers are definitely a step up from what I remember.
And, for the first time since the great chicken-wing-vomit incident of ’98, I had a few pints of Smithwick’s.
Today is for running errands, doing laundry, and generally just getting ready for the upcoming six-day cram session.
Both the new Coldplay and the new White Stripes will arrive next week whilst I’m away. Oh well, it’ll leave me something nice to come home to on Friday.
Something very weird happened today. My wife got an email announcing the death of one of her cousins. She wasn’t that close with him, so she’s ok, but…does that seem weird. I mean, as entrenched as I am in the electronic world, it still seemed a bit odd to send a mass email letting cousins, aunts and uncles know about a death in the family.
This Salon article called The Atheist has been sitting in my ‘to read’ bin for weeks now, and I’m finally getting ’round to it. My god (ha ha), I love Richard Dawkins.
You delve into agnosticism in “The Ancestor’s Tale.” How does it differ from atheism?
It’s said that the only rational stance is agnosticism because you can neither prove nor disprove the existence of the supernatural creator. I find that a weak position. It is true that you can’t disprove anything but you can put a probability value on it. There’s an infinite number of things that you can’t disprove: unicorns, werewolves, and teapots in orbit around Mars. But we don’t pay any heed to them unless there is some positive reason to think that they do exist.
Believing in God is like believing in a teapot orbiting Mars?
Yes.
I agree with Antonia Zerbisias: today’s minute-by-minute salivating over the Karla Homolka near-appearance was embarassing to watch.
I’m on the last song of my first listen through The Woods. All the hype is deserved. Trail Of Dead, take note. This is what great bands do after they release an ass-kicking, critically-lauded album: they find a new way to kick our ass. See also: Radiohead.
And yes, I’m putting S-K on the same level as Radiohead.
I moved into my current apartment nearly three years ago. One street over there’s a bloody great hole in the ground (aka, the Thunder Pit) that’s meant to eventually become a condo building. I had a look at the sales centre back in 2002, when we were kind of in the market ourselves; they were way overpriced and had shit layouts, so we took little interest. But they told us that construction would start that fall. And start it did; backhoes and trucks carted enough dirt to make the afore-mentioned bloody great hole…and it suddenly stopped. No trucks, no construction, nothing…for two and a half years.
This morning, for the first time, machinery showed up and began working; since they last visited some grass — even the odd tree — has started to grow, garbage has been dumped inside, etc. Man, if I’d bought way back then, I’d be pissed.
As it is, I now get to enjoy the lovely sights and sounds of constant construction practically outside my window for the next year or two.
Check out the Hillside Festival lineup: The Arcade Fire, Stars, The Weakerthans, The Hidden Cameras, Apostle of Hustle, Cuff the Duke, Gentleman Reg, Lowest of the Low, Sam Roberts, Sarah Slean, more. Guelph Lake. $30-70 at www.hillside.on.ca. July 22-24. [via]
Even if I wanted to truck out to Guelph to see it, I’ll be in NS that weekend. In truth, I’m much more pissed about missing Spoon this Sunday.
In better news, Rainer Maria‘s in town two weeks from now supporting Copeland.
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