TAM IN TORONTO

On this date, one year ago I was probably going to Circa. That's a random snippet I just had.

That crazy guy who dances with garbage on John St was outside work again today. LJaey called me to tell me. We chortled.

So I'm new to this whole blogging thing as you can probably tell. But I'd like to start by just naming a few of the things around Toronto that I have recently grown attached to.

1). The TTC. It's a love/hate relationship really. But the TTC (through its faults and stained seats) perseveres as an excellent method of transportation. Plus, finding a happy cheerful TTC driver is like finding a needle in a haystack. And when it happens, it's like finding a golden ticket. Just makes my effing day. And you know, I don't blame the unhappy ones. Can we discuss passengers for a second? The recession becomes evident when I realise that the 116 has become crowded at all times throughout the day, including 11am on a Tuesday morning. Apparently nobody works 9-5s anymore. Or those that do, just don't take the bus. It also becomes STARKLY evident that those who do take the bus have no sense of personal space (and some, for that matter, hygiene.) It's no wonder that our streets are so overcrowded with cars when you consider that, on the morning commute, you're probably an inch away from Joe Blow who may or may not have eaten raw onion soup for breakfast. Let's be fair - this is not every passenger... it's just when you happen to get lucky. AND WHEN YOU DO GET LUCKY, the aroma lingers in the atmosphere and finds its humble abode in your nostrils until the smell of lunch overrides it. It's almost comforting, in a way.

2). Courage, My Love. In Kensington Market. Have you been? Check it out? Best celluloid rings ever.

3). I totally can't wait for October in the way of concerts. Vampire Weekend on oct 8th and mariana's trench on oct 10th. I can't wait to spend thanksgiving giving thanks to a bucket of chicken while waiting in line to get into the sound academy.

4). I heard a dashing joke the other day ..
how many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?
none...feminists can't change anything
so it's sexist but its still charming