If you add some facial hair and an Adam's apple, maybe

Just got home from the Auld Spot, where we had dinner and a couple of drinks with CBGB. I hadn’t seen them for a while; they were away in Europe and my scarlet fever kept me housebound upon their return. By the way, CB, this is what Sabrina Lloyd looks like. –>

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Booked a whole great big bunch of travel stuff today, so that’s effectively off our plate. I can now focus on getting all my school work done before the 20th, and then I can concentrate on packing for a few days. Then I have five days in which to help unpack and set up before I bugger off for book learnin’.

[tags]auld spot, sabrina lloyd[/tags]

"Crack & hookers. That's how to keep reformed suburbanites out and prices low."

Dropped off the paperwork & cheques at the lawyer’s office today, for which I expect we shall receive an impressive invoice. Monday we will have keys!

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I’m sorry…Ice Girls? Ice girls?!?!? Look, nobody deserves to get spit on, but…c’mon. There should be no bare midriffs on the ice.

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Great post on BlogTO about the shift, if only a slight one, toward Torontonians requiring less living space. Whether to save money or spare the environment, it seems like a few more people are foregoing the suburbs for the downtown.

The ever rising cost of housing in the city, along with increasing concern on how our lifestyle and choices affect the environment has got a lot of home buyers asking themselves, ‘how much space do I really need?’.

The National Post is running a three part series this week that examines the backlash against ‘living large’. People are coming back to the city by choice, and their leaving their white picket fences and second cars behind.

I’m of this mindset, obviously. For the last five years we’ve lived in a 650 square foot (it’s not like we have kids or a car to park) apartment downtown. My love for living downtown ruled out buying in the suburbs, and I never wanted to own a house (or a car) anyway. I grew up surrounded by hundreds of acres of farmland, so living an hour from the city so that I could own a tiny patch of walled-in grass never appealed to me. We could’ve bought houses in mature, just-outside-the-core neighbourhoods like our friends CBGB and T-Bone did, I guess, but I like being right in the core…and I love my new view.

[tags]henrik lundqvist, blogto, toronto urbanation[/tags]

The conscientious objector

Attention, everybody who keeps sending me Facebook invitations: I will not do it. I don’t want to join the club. I didn’t like the club when it was called Myspace or even Friendster, and I don’t like it any better now just because they’ve fixed the style sheet. I sure as shit don’t want to “catch up” with 99% of the people I went to high school with, and I don’t want to take part in the online clique-building. If you want to keep a blog or post your pictures, please use a site that doesn’t require membership in a cult just to view it. I decline. I forestall. I abstain.

Thank you.

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This blog post by Matt Brown sounds almost exactly what was going through my mind the first time I visited Vancouver. I left miserable weather (and a fairly unhappy life) in Toronto to visit Vancouver on business. As I flew there I read The Water In Between by Kevin Patterson, a book about a guy who leaves his shitty life behind, moves to BC, buys a boat and just starts sailing. When I got to Vancouver it was sunny and warm, and I sat in my hotel room overlooking English Bay, wishing I had Kevin Patterson’s guts. I had my phone in my hand, ready to make my resignation phone call.

Of course, I didn’t. I returned to Toronto a few days later, and stuck it out there, even though I pretty much had a job offer in Vancouver. In the end, of course, my life turned out pretty well indeed. I don’t for a second regret staying here in Toronto, but I can absolutely understand what Matt’s feeling.

I guess I’ll just keep living Vancariously through Stanzi.

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It’s my mom’s birthday. I’d point you to her blog to leave a congratulatory comment, but she doesn’t roll like that. Given the current trend she’ll no doubt be on Facebook soon though, so maybe y’all can say bonne fete next year.

[tags]facebook yawn, vancouver, english bay[/tags]

One lone bright spot in a locker room full of tripe

OK, as much as I hate the Maple Leafs, I’ll now find it hard to hate at least one player: Boyd Devereaux.

Very few Maple Leaf fans likely know how passionate Boyd Devereaux is about Canada’s indie rock scene. A playlist he gave to the Star included offerings from the likes of Joel Plaskett Emergency, Black Mountain, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, The Sadies and Fu Manchu.

Wow. Well done, Boyd, especially considering you’re surrounded by Slayer (Bryan McCabe) and Christopher Cross (Todd Gill).

[tags]boyd devereaux, leafs playlists[/tags]

This sport (bett)ing life

I tied for 2nd in my NCAA pool, so I get $100. Not bad; if Georgetown had’ve won their game I would’ve made $600. Oh well. I usually finish near the bottom so overall I’m pretty happy. I’m also in 1st in my NHL pool (after a hiccup late last week) and 2nd in my NBA pool.

The Canadiens won tonight, but so did the Leafs. Sigh…you just know it’s going to come down to the final game of the season between Toronto and Montreal, and I’m going to have a heart attack without ever having actually owned our condo. Ragh.

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Shingles all gone now. Still have some marks, and my neck’s still a little sore, but basically I’m at the “now-dead skin falling from my body” phase. Yay!

[tags]ncaa pool, hockey pool, canadiens, leafs, shingles[/tags]

A light at the end of the scabby tunnel

The shingles are almost gone. I still have the marks on my jaw and a few spots on my neck, and I’m still store, but I’m past the contagious stage. I’m out of the cave tomorrow. Never been so happy to get back to work.

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Two piss-takes which make me very happy: the Quill & Quire’s blog analyzes the self-serving blurbs on Rebecca Eckler’s new book, and Alanis Morissette excoriates Fergie in her version of My Humps.

[tags]shingles, rebecca eckler, alanis morissette, fergie[/tags]

"To do less would have added moral shame to humiliation."

Colin sent me a link to this New Yorker article today about Iraqis who joined up with the invading American forces to become translators and civil servants. It’s long, but very interesting.

The Arabic for “collaborator” is aameel—literally, “agent.” Early in the occupation, the Baathists in Ali’s neighborhood, who at first had been cowed by the Americans’ arrival, began a shrewd whispering campaign. They told their neighbors that the Iraqi interpreters who went along on raids were feeding the Americans false information, urging the abuse of Iraqis, stealing houses, and raping women. In the market, a Baathist would point at an Iraqi riding in the back of a Humvee and say, “He’s a traitor, a thug.” Such rumors were repeated often enough that people began to believe them, especially as the promised benefits of the American occupation failed to materialize. Before long, Ali told me, the Baathists “made the reputation of the interpreter very, very low—worse than the Americans’.”

The article laments the American administration’s treatment of these Iraqis, and rightly so, but I thought it ignored the historical parallel of how such people have been viewed by the occupied citizenry in past conflicts. For example, while officials in the Vichy French government may have felt they were doing the best thing for their country by siding with the Nazis, that didn’t stop the French resistance from hating them. Obviously American foreign policy in Iraq is markedly different than Germany’s in 1940, though the average Iraqi might not appreciate the nuance. I just think the article should have gotten some reaction directly from Iraqis opposed to the occupation, to get a balance.

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Ever since Flickr’s map view of images was launched I’ve had fun playing around with it, but it comes in really handy when you’re looking at travel options. Is that town pretty? Let’s see…yup. Very. I think I’ll go there.

[tags]iraqi translators, vichy, flickr[/tags]

I'd like a gallon of the "Quietude" please

My wife just arrived home with enough paint samples to tile our floor. I’m having trouble deciding between “hidden peak”, “nature retreat”, “amphibian” and “paramount”. All four are shades of gray, by the way. In fact, there are about 50 different gray samples sitting on the counter right now, all with equally helpful names.

[tags]paint samples[/tags]