And while I’m over at the far East end of town, I should probably mention that I reposted another music video (this one with my brilliant friend Joe Varga) to my new Youtube channel (which can be found here) Facebook’s compression algorythms
I am forever fascinated by the number of human engineering achievements suggested to us by nature, both animate, and in this case, erosive and geological, as resisted by animate trees and root-systems above. The Scarborough bluffs are a lovely (and slightly dangerous)
It’s a strange thing for a writer to be irritated by the use of the word “narrative” considering it’s centrality, but I have been bothered about it’s weird new deployments for quite awhile now, and for several different reasons. I first noticed
What a long heavy winter this has been. I know so many people who are feeling depleted and badly beaten-down. Made me think this poem might be just the thing with which to begin my read-aloud series. I do take great enjoyment
I am a big believer in the value of a good walk – lucky happenstance has a much easier time finding us when we’re out and about – but moving slowly enough to pay attention. Sights and sounds come at us –
Here we see a tiny unmarked and unremarkable door on the exterior of Hart house – I’ve walked by it many times without ever suspecting what lay behind it. But the general design philosophy (and dynamic contrast) behind the deceptively humble portal,
Streetcar platform (top photo) Aside from a brief stint above highway 401 in most-curious Lastman-land (North York, pre-amalgamation – growing hyper fast), I have always lived in downtown Toronto. I’m a walking guy – no use for a private vehicle – hands-off,
Proscenium and soloist (top photo) I have to admit right up-front, that despite my profound adoration of fine-art and it’s many techniques and curiosities, I will probably be forever corrupted by my youthful (and enduring) bias toward comic-art. Just as I often
I am of a naturally skeptical bent – but I’m insatiably curious too – so I was intrigued by the idea of the Frank Gehry redesign of our lovely Art Gallery of Ontario, without, at first, being entirely convinced. I was lucky
Lavish and Squalor, Queen St (top photo) Popular-taste isn’t what it used to be – and in a great many ways this is a good thing. More and more diversity of flavours and aesthetics, even in something like street-level retail, can often
Benchmark Gelato (top photo) Had another really lovely little excursion the other day with Catherine and her brilliant jazz-guitarist father, Neville. He’s just as fond of old Toronto as I am, and of course, knows far more about it’s history, and it’s