View from the top
Posted on November 27th, 2011 – 1 Comment
Somewhere near the 8th floor of the Corus Building.
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Commuting the frozen tundra
Posted on February 23rd, 2011 – 2 CommentsThrow a little sunshine in and it’s not a bad way to get to work. Here’s my morning car dodge in near real-time: Allan Gardens -> Pembroke Street -> Moss Park -> George Street -> Richmond Street -> Jarvis Street -> Queen’s Quay -> anon and yonder
Nobody puts Swayze in the corner!
Posted on February 4th, 2011 – 1 CommentLast time I got to — nay, was encouraged to — watch TV at work was when I was beating up keyboards at CTV. I never took advantage of it then, but then again, I wasn’t at the professional level I’m at now. I don’t see anyone else in their skivvies, brandishing beer, and being thus deeply involved in their employer’s operation, but Corus broadcasts 36 channels over its in-house network and I’ll be damned if I don’t strive to be a model employee this time around!
With a view like this…
Posted on January 31st, 2011 – 6 Comments Filed under: B Sides, Patrick Bay, Pictures
Sweet beach
Posted on August 12th, 2010 – 2 CommentsWith the weather being so hot lately, I’m sure almost every Torontonian has though, at least for a moment, of daring a dip in Lake Ontario. Okay, yeah, at times it might smell like rotting corpses, but it might be refreshing.
Unfortunately for me, getting anywhere near the water either meant a slog out west to the man-made beach near Bathurst and Queen’s Quay, or east to Cherry Beach, home of the sandy syringe.
For a while there were rumours of a new faux beach being constructed near my neck of the woods at the foot of Lower Jarvis — Sugar Beach — but this was, after all, a government project and the expected summer 2010 completion date couldn’t be trusted.
And then, in a sure sign that the universe is soon to end, I heard on my morning radio show that Sugar Beach was open for business. So I put on my most elegant thong, grabbed a towel, and headed down.
On the way there I couldn’t help but hearken back to Toronto’s past — how people used to refresh themselves in the waters of Lake Ontario, in style, and with class.
Prior to the forties it was considered improper to wade out into the lake, clothed or otherwise. The practice referred to as “wetting Willy” (William being a common name), being heavily frowned upon.
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