Category Archives: Toronto

Lame

Lame billboard in B.C. poking fun at Torontonians:

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Photo courtesy of Kathryn Morton

Even lamer retaliating Bud Light billboard, showing B.C. posers that we care:

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Photo courtesy of Ian S.

The result? Beerboard fight from one coast of the country to the other. They say: Torontonians are cold, think their province is the best in the country when really they’re the ‘have-not’ province right now. We I say: Quiet posers! Winter’s approaching, shouldn’t you be hitting the tanning beds with your boarding goggles? So you can show tourists that you’re the king of the Rockies (this tidbit was shared by a B.C. resident).

Issues aside, these ads don’t make these beers taste any better, they still suck.

I Just Want it to be Over

Day 37 of the Toronto Union Strike and the light at the end of the tunnel is near. A tentative deal has been reached and we’re just waiting with, soon to be stinkless, anticipation on the official decision.

The reasons I want this to be over? Firstly, the wall of stink I hit when I walk out my front door is becomming unbearable. I can’t even imagine the maggots and such growing, breeding, eating in my compost bin. Secondly (and most importantly), this means that ferry service will be back!

One of the things I was looking forward to most in my first summer in the city, was spending my weekends at the island. It’s so calming, peaceful and inspiring. Yes, that sounds like the most cliched load of crap, but it’s honestly true.

I wanted to spend the summer writing, just dumb nonsense. Short stories, mainly and I haven’t been able to get motivated to do so. My backyard is extremely uninspiring (it could be, in part, due to the countless times I’ve heard the neighbour nextdoor shout, “I’m on the toilet!”). My bedroom is for sleeping, not writing. The parks around me are mediocre (with the cemetery across the street, but I feel wrong sitting next to a burial plot and writing something mildly witty). The Island is the perfect writing location.

I went camping at Sandbanks a few weekends ago and brought along David SedarisMe Talk Pretty One Day. It was the first book by him that I had started reading (thanks to Punnery) and I was hooked. He writes witty short stories. It was perfect for camping because short stories don’t require a lot of commitement. I was looking forward to a day at the beach with my book and was heartbroken when I’d discovered that I had left it on the roof of the car as we drove away. Le sigh. I needed more Sedaris. I made the Boy and I drive into town, to the nearest bookstore to find another of his books. Success.

I’m now reading his book When you are Engulfed in Flames and it’s just as good. Sedaris has motivated me to write (realish) short stories. Now I just need this strike to end so that I can reach my inspiration destination (without a $40 water cab fee).

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Update on my own strike: I slipped on day 21. I lifted the ban for my friend, B. Only for her. No one else. I was on my best behaviour. Was offered the opportunity to cheat the system, resisted and paid my $2.75 fare (eeer… B did).

On Strike!

Since everyone else in Toronto is on strike, I’ve decided I will as well. I was an idiot this weekend. I had a girls’ night on Friday and it ended terribly. I won’t go into too many details but I’ll just say that my July TTC pass was revoked, it was only July 3rd. Argh!

So, in an attempt to punish the TTC, I refuse to use any of their services for the next 30 days. Or more! That’s right, I will walk or drive anywhere I need to be. I don’t care how environmentally unfriendly I’m being. I was treated poorly by a TTC employee and I know they are extremely unlikely to notice this loss, I don’t care. It makes me feel better. 

I’m happy with this decision. After only 3 days back on the TTC (I was away for most of June so I didn’t get a pass), I’m already feeling some disease coming on. I’m happy to have the 4 walls of my car to myself, no unwanted germs or crazies disturbing my morning commute. Take that!

North American Celebrations

2626513873_3d25b5ff7bTomorrow’s Canada Day, I’m not going to go into depth about how unhappy I am that it’s on a Wednesday and that I had to work Monday and Tuesday and have to go back to work Thursday and Friday. All the while, our American office will be enjoying Thursday and Friday off. End rant.

I’m sitting here, trying to figure out what I’ll be doing to celebrate the big day and am coming to countless hurdles. My first idea, ohhh, spend the day at the Island and watch fireworks (if you can spot them from the island, can you?). Sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, those plans won’t work out. The city of Toronto is currently a stinkfest. The city’s pesky union workers are on strike thus making things like garbage collection, ferries to and from the Island, many farmer’s markets on city property and many fireworks displays canceled, too. Very smart, union workers. Very. Smart. I don’t even think I’ll be able to enjoy some of the city’s parks as they’ve since become temporary garbage dumps. Disgusting.

So after some searching, I think I have a plan of action. BBQ at a friend’s house, then off to a free Constantine’s concert. That’ll do. Non?

So have a wonderful day off fellow Canadians. And to all of you lucky Americans who have the last 2 days of the week off, happy day to you as well.

Beach Me

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Thanks to scotteh on Flickr

Breaking news! I’m moving!

This decision wasn’t made because of my noisy neighbours. My lease is up in September, roomie is heading back home and Boy and I l-o-v-e each other enough to tolerate one another’s company in close quarters, as tested during our 8 day long trip out east, basically in isolation, and we didn’t beat each other up, threaten to break up or have superfights.

Searching for an apartment in Toronto is difficult, especially in September, when students are taking up all of the good places but not nearly as difficult as it is on Toronto Island. We started our search early and fortunately after only seeing 3 places we found the perfect place.

We had limited our search to just one Toronto neighbourhood: The Beach (or Beaches for those who don’t live there – superfight over which is the correct term), It’s Better in the Beach. The neighbourhood gives us the feeling of living in one of the cottages on the Island, far away from the downtown core, but in reality we’re so, so close to the hustle and bustle of the city… examine the photo above – CN Tower = hustle and bustle.

Our place is a cute 2 bedroom on the top floor of a triplex and totally 60s traditional. I’m in love with out adorable seafoam green tiled bathroom. The best thing about this place? Walk out the front door, look to the left, oh look at that a 2 minute walk to the beach. Look to the right, Queen St. is a 3 minute walk away – as is the cutest Startbucks in T.O. I’m also looking forward to hanging with my new neighbour and watching fabulous movies together at Fox Theatre.

So now that I’m a Beach resident, am I allowed to place a BEACH sticker on my car?

Doors Open: BAPS is beauty

This weekend was the 10th annual Doors Open Toronto. What goes down is, historic buildings, famous buildings, fabulous buildings within the GTA open up their doors to the public for special tours. What’s ironic is that most of these locations are usually open to the public throughout the year and no one takes advantage of it then. It’s kind of like when a movie you own is on television and you choose to watch the televised version, the one that’s cut up, without profane words and mature subject matter and stuffed with commercials instead of just popping your DVD into the player.

I limited myself to 5 locations which I shortly cut to 3. The BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir Toronto, the Flat Iron Building and the Don Jail. I started out Saturday morning, Roomie and I ventured off to where Toronto and Mississauga meet further north than I normally care to venture but BAPS  was well worth it.

A little background on BAPS as per the “multimedia” presentation provided before the tour began. The building is constructed of marble, limestone and sandstone, no metal, concrete or steel was used in constructing the walls of the building. It took 1,800 craftsmen, 18 months to hand carve the entire temple in 26 locations in India. It’s quite a sight. No two walls, archways or columns are the same. The temple boasts 170 sculptures and 132 archways. It cost approximately $40 million to build and not one cent was provided by the government, it was all raised within the Hindu community. It’s the only one of it’s kind in Canada.

The exterior of the temple

The exterior of the temple

Upon conclusion of the presentation, we were welcome to tour the mandir (what I call the church, for comparison), it’s a place where the mind becomes still, a place for prayer, peace and meditation. Our shoes were removed and placed in cubbies in the women’s cubby storage area. I came prepared and wore socks, Roomie was not so lucky and had to go around barefoot – she was going traditional as all of the Hindu community volunteers were not wearing socks. We ensured that our shoulders and legs (below the knee) were not exposed, sarongs were provided to those who weren’t prepared for these rules. And we were on our way.

The mandir is one of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen. There is so much going on, so much detail, so much tradition and history, I was extremely overwhelmed. Inside the mandir, sacred shrines are placed along the walls throughout the room, they’re the focal point of the mandir and house the Hindu deities which are decked out in royal attire and gorgeous thrones.  I had 101 questions but was afraid of talking as there was a “silence, please” rule in effect and I have a hard time whispering – oddly, it can get louder than my indoor voice. If you plan to check it out, make sure you check out their website as the sacred shrines in the mandir are closed for most of the day. No cameras were permitted inside the mandir but I did manage to find a couple of images on Flickr, observe:

What the mandir looked like, blue light and all. Thanks to CHARLES BRAY on Flickr for this photo

What the mandir looked like, blue light and all. Thanks to CHARLES BRAY on Flickr for this photo

Just an example of the amazingly detailed marble in the mandir. Thanks to CHARLES BRAY on Flickr for this photo!

Just an example of the amazingly detailed marble in the mandir. Thanks to CHARLES BRAY on Flickr for this photo!

We stopped off at the gift shop to check out a few things. I found a shrine which I considered purchasing for Princess Pennysnacks (ha, ha) but felt that was inappropriate. Roomie bought a comic book that tells the story of Krishna, “a very naughty boy” the 7-year-old salesgirl told us. Roomie was a great asset on this trip as she studied Philosophy in school and has an impressive wealth of knowledge when it comes to world religions; she provided some great insight that would’ve otherwise gone unnoticed.

Once we were outtie, Roomie had to head to her parents place and I continued back to the T.O. on my own. My next stop was the Flat Iron Building. It took well over an hour to reach my destination as I was heading from the outskirts of the city, where the subway line just starts. Unfortunately, as I approached the building, they were closing for lunch. I trekked over to my favourite bookstore, across the street and when I returned, there was an extremely large line waiting to get into the Flat Iron. Argh! I abandoned ship and went home. At least I reached one of the 2 locations I had selected for the day.

Tomorrow: THE DON JAIL and how I deal with nightmares…

Under Pressure

1353511160_7a76893393I’ve been in blogging hibernation for a bit, I can’t even describe what a stressful 2 weeks I’d had. I’ve finally reached the light at the end of the tunnel and have time to relax and enjoy life again.

This September, I’m participating in the Weekend to End Breat Cancer, it’s a 2-day 60km walk through Toronto and all money raised goes to fund cancer research at the Princess Margaret Hospital, one of the top 5 cancer research facilities in the world. In order to participate in the weekend, I must raise at least $2,000. When I first heard that, I was intimidated to say the least but after the orientation, I was convinced that I could do it. So off I went shooting off emails to everyone I knew, asking for the “big give” which is taking someone out for a coffee and asking for $1,000. I’m 0 for 7 on this so far.

I’m feeling a bit defeated and intimidation is rising again. I’ve only raised 24% of my minimum goal and I’ve hit a bump in the road. What else can I do to fundraise? I’ve got a jar full of gummy worms sitting on my desk at work and am charging people to guess how many are in there. Winner gets it all. I’ve added the fundraising application to my facebook page but that’s been a dud so far. My dad has promised to get me $1,000 from all of his friends but it seems that he’s just left my donation forms on a table at their hangout spot. What else can I do? 

I need some suggestions, have you got any?

And you know, if you’re in the charitable mood, visit my personal page and hit that donate button, but be sure to read my little blurb and check out my profile photo.

Photo courtesy of jnicholl81 on Flickr.

Some artsy things

dsc00264I was dragged to the Toronto COMICON convention on Sunday, if you haven’t caught on yet (keyword: dragged) I wasn’t looking forward to it, it was one of the reasons why I’m the best girlfriend in the world. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy reading graphic novels (and this expands further than just Archie comics) but I’m not one to hunt and search and dig for one. I’d prefer to have someone else do the dirty work for me and just hand the book over to me when they’re done with it.

Turns out, the convention wasn’t too bad. I didn’t see too many folks dressed up as their favourite characters and I ended up buying something! Too bad it wasn’t a graphic novel though. I came across a booth for artist Willow Dawson and fell in love. She paints adorable images on cardboard with acryllic paint. I’d been hunting for something to put on my living room wall and I’ve finally found something – it only took 8 months. So, I picked up a series that I’ve called “bird on branch” and am in the process of framing them. Art on the walls is one step closer to adulthood.

My personal favourite isn’t even one that I picked up, I love the Robot with Tree image. I may have to track her down and buy that one, too.

Photo is courtesy of me, one of the prints I picked up this weekend. It’s from my crappy camera phone, since my camera battery is still missing.

Its Britney, Bitch

3328824108_35be00a7bdI don’t know what it is, but it seems that no matter what Brit Brit does, the public is still rooting for her to come out on top. At least, I was. Since being under her father’s care (and not being able to make a single decision on her own) Brit’s comeback has been on the right path. She’s even on tour!

Brit Brit’s tour made a stop in Toronto last night and I was fortunate enough to get tickets. I’ve always wanted to go to a Britney performance. I say performance becuase I know she’s not know for her vocals and I refuse to call what I saw last night a concert. She didn’t sing a single song, not even the ballads. Can I say I’m surprised? No. I really wasn’t expecting her to sing much, I was just praying that she’d put on a fantastic show. And she came through.

The Pussycat Dolls opened for her and as much as I want to hate them, I just can’t. There’s a tiny part of me that can’t turn away from a catchy pop tune. Plus, who doesn’t want to be a Pussycat Doll? They were quite entertaining and they all Nicole sang their songs.

There’s normally a huge, boring wait time between the opening act and the main attraction at big shows like this. Brit Brit pleases fans with a little circus act to get us ready for her grand entrance. There was a man that was able to balance (and spin) a gigantic, I mean larger than life, cube on his palm. And a lady who was able to hula hoop 16 hoops at once. SIXTEEN. And I struggle with only one.

Brit Brit emerged from the ceiling after an opening from Perez Hilton, which was a bit too much for me but that’s Perez for ya. She “sang”, she danced – in a tiger cage, in a floating picture frame, on a chaise lounge, while straddling two men who’ve interlocked their legs and are floating about the stage – she greeted the fans (only twice which made me think she’s on Valium or Papa Spears won’t allow her to say anything else fearing possible inappropriate comments) and played most of her hits.

The show was entertaining (even from the nosebleeds) and the stage was gigantic so everyone got a great view. Brit Brit is most def’ on the track to coming back with avengence. I’ve been holding back on adding a ridiculous Britney song title reference but I can’t do it any longer, I must, I must. I left the concert hoping she’d gimme more.

Image courtest of diogocooper on flickr.

Move Over Hot Dog

165703186_8c18b51c9bIt’s finally come. The Toronto Vendor Project is actually coming to fruition and I’m loving it. Last year, I was in NYC, I made a promise to myself that if I had to get lunch on the go, it would be through a steet vendor and it wouldn’t be a hot dog. In a city like Manhattan, there are so many different vendors I’m not even able to keep track of them all but I’ll let this site tell you what you can find.

This got me thinking, why doesn’t Toronto have street vendors other than those lovely hot dog carts? Now, don’t get me wrong, I love street meat especially as a night cap after a night of dancing and such but I want variety!

Enter the Toronto Vendor Project. This has been years in the making and today the city announced which 8 of over 300 alternative vendor applicants have been selected. Ready? Brace yourselves, grab a napkin and try not to drool.

Thai: pad thai with fresh rolls at Mel Lastman Square

Afghani/Central Asian: chapli kebabs at Metro Hall

Central Asian/Persian: biryani at Nathan Phillips Square

Greek: souvlaki at Nathan Phillips Square

Middle Eastern: chicken/beef kebab wraps at Queen’s Park

Eritrean: injera at Roundhouse Park

Korean: bulgogi with seasonal kimchi at Yonge and Eglinton

Caribfusion: jerk chicken at Yonge and St. Clair (yay! New street meat in my ‘hood!)

You’ll begin seeing these new vendors popping up at the locations mentioned in the next few months.

Image courtesy of ithinkx on flickr.