The calm before the boring, boring storm

Pretty good start to the day: went over to Barrio to have brunch with CBGB. We ate our fill (I had waffles covered in…well, everything; Nellie had princess pancakes) and caught up with them. Then Nellie and I strolled down Queen Street and checked out a bit more of Leslieville before hopping on the streetcar.

Next stop was UpCountry, where I was all set to be super-bitchy with some staff (I had hissed ultimatums prepared and everything) but the manager happened to be in today and he seemed reasonably confident. He promised delivery this week and apologized profusely, both of which were new events for us. I won’t declare him actually helpful until the bed we picked out is in our bedroom, but if that doesn’t happen this week as promised then I’m bringing the pain.

Then a quick hop over to {shudder} the Eaton Centre where we grabbed some shoes. We’re both in need of some footwear for our upcoming trip, and just wanted to get it over with. I managed to get in and out without throttling any teenagers; I guess those nine beers at brunch took some edge off.

Now, with all that fun out of the way, I’m looking at a day of financial risk management quizzes and work emails. Yaaaaaay.

368 days from now I’ll be done the MBA. Not that I’m counting.

[tags]barrio, brunch, upcountry, skechers, eaton centre, mba[/tags]

"The rest is just cattle-prod and pray."

Fatblogging news:

  • Original weight: 233
  • Weight last week: 226.5
  • Weight this week: 225.5

Another week, another pound. Not as fast as I should be going, but once again I barely got to the gym. The plan is to run later today, though that will likely just undo the damage I’m about to do to myself at brunch with CBGB.

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Last night, after I finished doing work and Nellie finished making veggie burgers, we watched Notes On A Scandal (imdb | rotten tomatoes). Very good film, extremely well acted, and pretty much hooks you in right away. Judi Dench marries civility with ferocity, just as she marries wit with derangement.

[tags]fatblogging, notes on a scandal[/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]

I Do Have Weapons

I “bought” two more albums from eMusic yesterday: Mogwai‘s soundtrack (pitchfork) to Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait (imdb | rotten tomatoes) and Okkervil River‘s The Stage Names (pitchfork | metacritic). The ‘gwai album I listened to last night (I find their music perfect to listen to while working) and it’s fantastic. I haven’t listened to the OR disc yet, except for the excellent first track “Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe”.

Speaking of working, I pretty much need to finish this assignment tonight. I’ve long since stopped caring about doing a good job. Everyone in the program that I’ve talked to has complained about how ridiculous the assignment is. I feel I’ve put the amount of effort into it that it deserves…which is to say, not much.

[tags]mogwai, zidane, okkervil river, emusic[/tags]

"The feel-good media moment everyone's looking for."

No better way to shake off a shitty day than to read this headline from The Onion: U.S. To Re-Hang Saddam Hussein.

Most observers considered Hussein’s execution, which was carried out by Iraq’s interim government and broadcast in grainy, amateur footage, to be creepy, gruesome, and generally lacking the sense of triumphant catharsis authorities had hoped for.

To remedy the public relations failure, Hussein’s body has been dug up from its burial place near Tikrit and wired together by U.S. Army forensic experts to ensure that it holds its shape during the ceremony. The re-hanging, which will be aired on all major networks and accompanied by a 30-minute retrospective highlighting the many reasons why Hussein was a terrible person deserving of this ignoble end, will be “brighter, cheerier, and more upbeat,” than the first attempt.

Thanks Onion.

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Some advice: never, ever order a shrimp dish from a takeout thai restaurant. It’s just asking for trouble.

[tags]onion, saddam hussein, bad seafood[/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]

Hello constriction my old friend, I've come to wheeze at you again

Well, hello there, chest pain. Long time no see. I don’t think I’ve seen you ’round these parts since, oh, since the last time things were this fucked. Let’s see if you brought your friend shingles with you as well.

Just kidding. If I thought I were having stress-related chest pain I’d probably be in a hospital waiting room, not in front of my computer. But I have felt this…I don’t know, tightness in my lungs before. It’s usually after I run on a really muggy, polluted day. I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, given the air quality around here. Note to self: after running on a day like that, give self day to recover before running again.

Things really are fucked right now though. The temptation to just say “shag it” and submit a half-assed assignment is nearly unbearable. The idea of watching Superbad on opening night is the only thing getting me through the week.

[tags]superbored, superbad[/tags]

"It looks like a chicken wing or a cheese fry."

Fatblogging update:

  • Original weight: 233
  • Weight last week: 227
  • Weight this week: 226.5

Little better. Again, not as much exercise as I would have liked. 8-8 days and a looming assignment were the roadblocks this time. I ran yesterday, and hope to run again this afternoon…hopefully I can string a few more together this week.

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We watched two movies this weekend (one last night, one this morning).

The Road To Guantanamo (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was about the Tipton Three, British friends who were in Pakistan & Afghanistan shortly after 9/11 and were taken prisoner on suspicion of being Taliban and/or Al Qaeda. They were held at Guantanamo Bay for over two years before being released…never charged, never apologized to.

Had this been a Hollywood film…well, it would’ve never been made. But had it, the drama would have been so overwrought and embellished that the story would have lost all impact. Director Michael Winterbottom instead just told the story from the point of view of the three men, even interspersing the recreation of events with interviews. The story itself is shocking enough; it needed no help in being horrifying.

There are still hundreds of men held at Guantanamo Bay, few of whom have been charged, and only one of whom — an Australian — has been convicted. For more info visit Human Rights Watch.

The second movie was much lighter: Kicking And Screaming (imdb | rotten tomatoes), much like Slacker, was something that would’ve been more interesting if I had watched it in when it was released (1995, in this case) and majored in philosophy. As it was, apart from a few funny bits, I found it pretty boring.

[tags]fatblogging, the road to guantanamo, tipton three, kicking and screaming, slacker[/tags]