Monday, July 27, 2009

This past Easter, I accompanied Wesley to the Ontario Science Centre (we could say that I took him, but we all know that he really took me). We wandered down to the lowest level to the building, where some of the older exhibits had been stored. Some of them had the orange and brown panelling t . . . ()

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I noticed him because he sat with the sort of posture that eluded most of the adult passengers in the car, and a stillness impossible for others of his age. He was a small Portuguese boy; his hair was the colour of coffee with milk, cut short and neat, shiny and fine. H . . . ()

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Today, my copy of Lost Girls arrived in the mail, along with miscellanea (most probably non-pornographic) addressed to my mother. All was delivered by quite possibly the best postman ever. The first thing I noticed about him was his navy, Canada Post-issue ushanka. Trimmer and s . . . ()

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Monday, May 15, 2006

Today, I saw the blind leading the blind.They were an elderly Chinese couple -- he was tall, and sported a long, scraggly beard in the manner of wise men; she wore her hair bound back in a colourfully embroidered wrap, like the women of her homeland. They both grasped canes, but he led; as the su . . . ()

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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Urban chivalry: I'm standing on the escalator descending towards St. Patrick station when I notice the suit of the man in front of me -- soft grey, with subtle but distinct pinstripes. He's laden with things; he carries a load of folders under one arm, and like so many businessmen in the city, ho . . . ()

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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

As I board the streetcar, I glance around, to see that the only other passenger is a TTC officer, dressed in full grey and maroon regalia. There is a protective white wrapper over his hat -- probably for the rain earlier in the day. He looks at me with clear, light eyes; they stand out against . . . ()

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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Tuesday evening. St. Patrick's subway station. As the doors close and the train begins to pick up speed, the unmistakable buzz of the public announcement system clicks on. I wait for the usual "Next station, Osgoode. Osgoode station." Chh. Chh. Chh.Testing, testing, one two three, I think.Chh- . . . ()

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Sunday, October 30, 2005

The man sitting behind me on the streetcar had been chatting with his companion for a little while. Feeling gloomy, I listened attentively, not to his words but to his voice; it reminded me of sleek velvet. I was gazing out of the window when the streetcar sailed by a woman idling on the spot wit . . . ()

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Monday, August 01, 2005

Morning commutes are to be savoured.There is a certain freshness to the riders that is unique to the hour; it fades as the morning passes, and has completely dissipated by the end of the day. Everyone is fresh from bed, fresh from the bath, fresh from their context. Different as they . . . ()

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

December: Like most of them -- all of them -- she is a stranger to me. A pale cream sweater, thickly knitted, peeked from under a close-fitting coat of orange and brown tweed. Corduroy trousers; mossy grey sneakers of that ubiquitous brand no-name. A silver ring on a finger of either hand; . . . ()

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
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