Whilst getting my mother-in-law's cat attended to, we came upon this adorable little creature. He was born today to a mother who didn't want him. The staff at the Downtown Animal Hospital took over mom's duties and made sure that he (she?) got the best start possible.
Taken today, Friday, March 30, 2007 at the Downtown Animal Hospital, Toronto.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
In the interests of recycling, the TTC has rescued the sign and is now using it to direct passengers to the westbound tracks at Bathurst Station. Only...you have to go DOWNstairs.
Mister Premier and Mister Prime Minister, we demand proper funding for proper signage!
Taken Friday, March 9, 2007 at Bathurst Station, Toronto.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
In honour of all those ads for the Slice network which have been popping up all over town, you know the ones where they've got people saying something dopey and looking even dopier, I hunted down my one and only TV appearance. The year was 1992. The hair was big. The teeth were crooked. The venue was Citytv's Speaker's Corner. The reason was ostensibly to commemorate City's 20th year on the air, and so I went down to contribute my 100 cents about how wonderful Toronto Rocks was.
I dunno if Majhor ever saw the clip, which will be posted soon on my YouTube page, but here's a cap of what that guy over there (see profile) looked like 15 years ago.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Whilst doing some blog surfing yesterday, I stumbled upon a writer who rather eloquently described the changes to how our memories are stored, recalled and ultimately forgotten. Seeing as this blog is one way I store memories of things I stumble upon myself, it got me in a philosophical mood.
It's amazing how different 'storage' has become over the many thousands of human years. What originally was only in ones mind can now be conjured up in an instant, not from ones own mind, but on ones own hard drive. Narry a papercut, ink smudge or lost negative to remind you of that particular 'memory', just a bunch of 0's and 1's.
It brought back a conversation I had with my wife when I got my first digital camera. She felt it odd that with the press of a button, a piece of history is gone forever. Then there's the story of the Amish gentleman who refused to get his photo taken for his drivers licence since storing a digital copy of his image went against his religious beliefs. Beyond the risk of digital alteration (which has always been an issue since the invention of the eraser or airbrush), the digital age has crippled certain aspects of humanity, such as the ability to write longhand as the blogger pointed out, or the ability to rely solely on ones own recollection of an event. Being able to take 500 photos of a concert took away the ability to just sit/stand there and enjoy the event and replay it in my mind later. I was there. I know I was. I've got 500 photos to prove it. What was my favourite part? Hmmm....good question. Maybe I'll search YouTube and see if anyone's got video of it posted. Maybe that'll tweak me. How sad. Maybe to bring myself back to the dark ages, I'll get those last few rolls of film (from 2002) developed to see what my last pre-digital viewfinder captured.
Perhaps this is stubbornly why I hold onto old maps (rather than their PDF equivalents), old newspaper articles (ditto), and stubbornly make the trip to the local record shop to purchase a shrink-wrapped silver disc to play once, burn to my MP3 player, then file on a bookshelf. My version of Luddite-ism fills the walls of my little home office, although not exclusively. My "stuff" is scattered everywhere. Indeed, I could fill my 400 Gb hard drive with digital equivalents of much of said stuff, but where's the fun in that?
The only point to all this, I guess, is that our filing cabinets, fridge doors and magazine racks will soon go the way of tablets, hammers and chisels. My only hope is that when someone finds a way to decode the 0's and 1's on the little black box my kids have stored in their basement, they'll think that Dad was pretty cool.
Until they find the box of transit maps, anyway.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
What a nightmare yesterday was! The snow 'bomb' that hit the Toronto area on Thursday created an ugly scene on and near Yonge Street and Highway 7 in Richmond Hill. Normally, YRT's VIVA bus service provides a quick, comfortable ride across Highway 7 and up and down Yonge, however yesterday, those slick, modern, sexy buses earned another adjective: USELESS.
Now the 40-foot AG330 VanHools were just fine, however the articulated, 60-foot AG300's were stuck on even the slightest of inclines, wheels spinning, going nowhere fast. A trip from Commerce Valley Drive and Highway 7 to Finch Station, normally a 25 minute trip, took over 2 hours last night.
Blame it on the weather, but the bus was already nowhere.
End rant. Here are some shots from VIVA's Day 1 back in 2005. Note the utter lack of snow.