Like the ghost of Jacob Marley, but with a tail

This morning, as the fog and haze lifted, all the buildings seemed to be breathing strangely.

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Listen, I’m all for supporting our troops, and I have no problem with a stretch of the 401 being renamed to honor them. But really, can we not come up with something a little less cheesy than Highway Of Heroes? That sounds like a fucking Hallmark movie. Please, Ontario government, I’m begging you: give the highway a name that doesn’t sound like a Valerie Bertinelli vehicle.

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My mother just sent me this email. For context: Stryder is my parents dog (a very big rough collie with a snout like an anteater), Tigger is my cat who died five years (who, for some reason, Stryder always idolized) and my mother is deathly afraid of mice and the like.

“I’m still shuddering. Someone had come for maple and we were talking in the yard when I see Stryder coming with something in his mouth. He drops it at my feet and it is a mouse! Still alive! The humans are trying to get away from him and he keeps bringing the mouse closer, trying to pick it up in his mouth. He must have had memories of his teachings from Tigger on how to catch and torture a mouse! I finally got him to drop it and come in the house. It might be playing ‘possum’ but right now it is lying belly-up. Stryder wants back outdoors but I’ll keep him here until it revives or your father comes to remove it.

I can see Tigger’s spirit watching, ‘That’s my boy!'”

I feel bad for the mouse, but I have to say, that made me smile.

[tags]401 highway, highway of heroes, collie[/tags]

Seul

Sometimes it’s the ones you weren’t trying to take that you end up liking best. I was taking pictures of some fireworks going off over the Distillery District, et voila.

Seriously, though, I can hardly rely on this kind of serendipity next month. I need to learn to use the friggin’ camera.

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Nellie’s away camping with the girls this weekend, so I have the run of the place. I can’t enjoy it too much, really; whether she’s here or not I’d be stuck in front of the computer all weekend learning about bond duration and Basel II. Still, it’ll be nice to play Mogwai all night and sprawl across the whole bed.

[tags]fireworks, distillery district[/tags]

"Should I run?" "Yes!"

BlogTO used one of my flickr photos as a headline picture yesterday. Seeing that was a nice way to start off the day.

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Nellie, T-Bone and I saw Superbad (imdb | rotten tomatoes) last night. Holy mother of god, it was funny. It was incredibly crude to the point that Jonah Hill’s character became kind of unlikable (although one of the best parts was hearing how many variations of “vagina” he could come up with) and there were too many scenes with the two cops, but those were small complaints in the face of pretty much nonstop laughter. Describing it as a cross between American Pie (minus the toilet humour) and The 40 Year Old Virgin is actually pretty accurate. If you can deal with ridiculously foul language, go see it. If you can’t, relax and then go see it.

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We had dinner and a couple of pints at Smokeless Joe’s after. I love that place. I love sitting at the bar and listening to the blues and eating green pesto pasta and chatting with the friendly staff and drinking beer that I can’t get anywhere else. I’m glad it’s closer to us…now if only it weren’t smack in the middle of clubland.

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I previously blogged about Walk Score, the site that tells you how pedestrian-friendly your home is. A friend recently brought it up again, and the scores coming out (our new condo, for example, scored only 80/100) led me to think they’d fixed their previous data issues (see the comments in my original post) so I gave it another whirl. Lo and behold, our condo scored a 95/100. I guess the data issues have been solved.

[tags]blogto, superbad, smokeless joe’s, walkscore[/tags]

I just not that into your mov…Oh hello, cast list.

My birthday present has finally been installed: outdoor speakers. We can now listen to music on the balcony, or even watch TV with full sound. They sound really good, maybe even a little better than I expected them to sound out there. Thanks baby!

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I have no interest in Kanye West’s music, but like my friend Joe, I may just buy his new CD when it’s released next month. In fact, I might buy multiple copies. Why? ‘Cause Curtis has been runnin’ his mouth, that’s why.

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There’s a movie being adapted from the book He’s Just Not That Into You (amazon). Men have not heard of this book, but many women have, especially those (based on what I’ve heard about it) those who lack in self-esteem and/or functional synapses. I could imagine no situation in which I would watch this film…until I saw the lineup. Now I’m almost considering it: Jennifer Connelly (who would be on my all-time top five laminated list, if I had one), Drew Barrymore (umm…backup list?), Ginnifer Goodwin and now Jennifer Aniston. Madre de dios. If Scarlett Johansson or Parminder Nagra join the cast I may quit my job and just hang around outside the film set.

[UPDATE: guess I’d better write out my resignation]

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Spacing asked a very good question yesterday: why hasn’t Toronto mayor David Miller imposed — or even seriously considered — road tolls? With the city in such dire financial straits, wouldn’t a few hundred million dollars come in handy? And that’s forgetting the environmental benefits, the reduced traffic, the fewer (in theory) pedestrian/cyclist deaths, etc.

Even The Economist is asking the question. Spacing goes into Miller’s explanations for rejecting the idea, but none of them pass the sniff test, especially coming from a Harvard graduate in economics. In my opinion he’s either getting pressure not to do it, or is afraid of the pressure which would inevitably come.

[tags]sonance, outdoor speakers, kanye west, fifty cent, he’s just not that into you, jennifer connelly, drew barrymore, ginnifer goodwin, jennifer aniston, spacing magazine, david miller, economist magazine, congestion charge[/tags]

Carrying on the good Hume name

This morning in the Toronto Star Christopher Hume leveled a j’accuse at the city of Toronto. Not at the mayor, city council and city administrators (though they, by extension, are targeted too), but at us. For those of you outside the city (or who live here but don’t follow the news) Toronto is dealing with the latest in an ongoing series of budget crises. This time budget cuts for social services loom, though the city councilors refuse to give up their recent pay raises or cushy perks, even as a symbolic gesture. Hume points the finger squarely at the collective citizenry of the city, the province and indeed the country for electing the numpties (to borrow a word from my brother) who get us into these messes. A sample of Hume’s column:

We’re the ones who reward politicians who tell us the fantasies we want to hear, not the truths we need to hear. We’re the ones who have made it impossible for leaders to talk about anything much more substantial than tax cuts.

Aided and abetted by the media, we ask the wrong questions and get angry when we don’t hear the wrong answers.

We’re the ones who vote for the Mel Lastmans and the David Millers because they promise they won’t raise taxes. Then when the spit finally hits the fan, we turn around and scream bloody murder.

Democracy boasts many virtues, but it also has serious weaknesses, including the fact that it allows citizens to vote thoughtlessly and without regard to reality. Indeed, look at who gets elected to see just how irrational, even moronic, the process has become. How else does a George W. Bush end up the most powerful person on Earth?

Sobering words, but not angry ones. I got the sense that Hume was writing from a place not of rage, but of frustration. My own sense of pragmatism tells me that democracies will act stupidly for some time, but will correct that stupidity over time. Hume’s a smart man, so I suspect he understands that too, but we’ve now reached the point in Toronto’s struggles — some ten years into amalgamation — where the populace should be getting smarter about these things, but isn’t.

And Toronto, as he points out, is only a symptom of a larger problem. He raises the spectre of George Bush, surely the ultimate example of this non-thinking approach to democracy. We can observe, south of the border, the slightest of twitches in the pendulum, suggesting it’s about to swing back to (relative) normalcy in reaction to eight years of a fairytale kingdom led by a child prince. Hume seems frustrated that Torontonians, who cast so smug an eye toward such goings on in America, do not show the same signs of turning the corner.

I think Hume’s column, brave as it is, will be largely ignored; most people don’t like to stare their own ignorance in the face. But it will resonate with thinkers, and will shame a few of those with consciences who’ve struggled to reconcile their voting habits in past years. For all our pride in social programs and rich society, by and large Canadians still vote for themselves and for the short term. Hume’s column implores us to use our brains, to think of each other first, to look beyond glossy promises and stale placards. If only our elected leaders had the courage to ask so much of us.

[tags]christopher hume, toronto star, toronto city council, democracy[/tags]

Yea and verily, we need a no-Speedo bylaw

A rooftop pool near where I live. It always looks so great when someone’s swimming and the sun’s hitting it. I took a few pictures of “rooftop life” today, like this one, and stuck ’em on Flickr.

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Oooowheeee. After working on a stupid assignment all day (seriously, this may be the first time that I’ve hated school, rather than feeling simply annoyed or overwhelmed) it felt good to run a few miles. I spent too much time sitting on my ass this week. Why didn’t I buy an Aeron chair when I started this 3 years ago?

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Songs that won’t leave my head today: “Bridges” by L’Spaerow and “The Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill” by Husker Du.

[tags]rooftop life, mba, running, l’spaerow, husker du[/tags]

My slow descent into the weekend

Some lads playing cricket in Moss Park. Click on the picture to get the larger sizes.

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Today were a looooong one. Got up early to hit the bank and then the lawyer’s office where we signed over our bank accounts, our various chattels and the rights to any future screenplays we may write. In return we’ll have our very own crushing debtload come Tuesday. Huzzah!

Didn’t leave work until 8:00, by which time Nellie was happily nibbling away on something delicious at Fieramosca with her friends. They called a few minutes ago; even Mennie (the hostess) said hello. She missed me. I could tell.

Right now I’m enjoying my alone time and the clean apartment and my efficiency at catching up on stuff. I’m blasting the New Pornographers and gettin’ shit done. It may qualify as a lame Friday night, but goddamn it feels nice.

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BlogTO had a couple of great island-related features earlier this week: a detailed description of a first trip on Porter Air (who fly from the Toronto Island Airport) that pretty much removed any doubt I had about using them the next time I felt to Montreal, Ottawa or Halifax, and an explanation of why the gradual extension of the Leslie Street Spit is causing (or, rather, not preventing) the erosion of the Toronto Island beaches.

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Every time I listen to Radiohead‘s Kid A I’m struck by how good it is. Every time.

[tags]moss park, mortgage, fieramosca, new pornographers, blogto, porter air, leslie street spit, radiohead, kid a[/tags]

There's not enough sunscreen in the world

This afternoon I decided to brave the crazy heat and head over to Ward’s Island. I figured it would be nice to get some pictures of the skyline (including our condo) from there and of the Leslie Street spit from the other side. I took the TTC to the ferry terminal and waited for my ride. The Centre Island ferry came and went and I waited with the remaining crowd for the Ward’s Island ferry. I noticed as I waited that I was pretty much the only straight guy waiting. Tons and tons of gay men, mainly couples, but I was definitely in the breeder minority. Strange, I thought, but maybe the gay guys just like Ward’s Island. Whatever.

So the ferry showed up and I climbed aboard. It was hotter than the hubs of hell outside, and standing on the ferry’s deck there was neither shade nor breeze so I waited inside the little cabin and read until we left. The horn sounded and we pulled away from the dock; I checked my watch…leaving a little early. Sweet. Then, around the time that my brain registered that something may be amiss, we made a sharp right turn just out of the dock. I realized my mistake: I had accidentally gotten on the Hanlan’s Point ferry. This was a pain, as I was heading to precisely the other end of the islands than where I was trying to get to. However, it did solve the gay-man-abundance mystery: they were all headed to the clothing optional beach.

Well, there was nothing for it…I decided to walk the 4km to Centre Island. The buff men and their towels went right; I went left, dodging from tree to tree and trying to stay cool. It wasn’t working; the trees are too sparse to provide much shade as you walk, and there was no breeze coming off the water, even as I got around to the southern edge. By the time I made it to the water taxi (I didn’t relish the thought of getting onto the ferry full of hundreds of stroller-wielding families, especially since I was wearing my “I Hate Your Kids” shirt) I was sweating like a pig. I got back to the city, ran to catch a streetcar, caught the subway and on the walk home grabbed a gigantic chocolate/ice concoction at Timothy’s. MUCH better.

Sigh…I guess Ward’s Island will have to wait for another day. Not tomorrow either; it’s supposed to be even warmer.

[tags]toronto islands, ward’s island, centre island, hanlan’s point, nude beach[/tags]

It was pretty funny when H-Simp punched N-Flan

I’m liking my new blog template. If you notice any bugs (beyond the broken links in the consumption/mp3 widgets in the sidebar; already noticed those ones) let me know.

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The Simpsons Movie (imdb | rotten tomatoes): pretty good. Little dopey toward the end, but solid laughs throughout. Much more sophisticated visuals than I’m used to seeing in the show, and humour a little more in the pratfall/timing style of the early seasons than in the more recent absurdist style. Good escapism for sure.

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Daily Dose of Imagery has (yet another) very cool shot of downtown Toronto, including our condo. The perspective is misleading; our building (on the far left) is actually dwarfed by the big bank towers).

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The whole athlete nickname thing where they use their first initial and the first syllable of their last name (e.g., A-Rod, J-Kidd, T-Mac, etc.) has gone too far. It was already silly when it got to J-Dub, but now that it’s reached Man-Ram, it’s just torn the ass out of the whole thing.

[tags]wordpress templates, simpsons movie, daily dose of imagery, toronto, athlete nicknames, manny ramirez[/tags]