Thursday, February 18, 2010

You rode by on your bike and when the music began, I looked up, thinking somebody had put on a CD in their car, with the window rolled. But it was you -- you were playing your accordion. It was a pretty tune and almost made me smile; I didn't, well, because I don't, not at strangers.You had dar . . . ()

posted at 12:20:09 am

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

About a month ago, I saw the front page of a local paper: "Girl's screams save her life." I became unhappy. I was unhappy because this headline seemed to declare that if you don't scream, you aren't helped. If you don't scream, that's why it happened to you. It declared this in ign . . . ()

posted at 1:47:47 pm
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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 . . . ()

posted at 5:56:21 pm
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Friday, December 07, 2007

Lately, it seems the TTC suffers ever more mechanical problems with its streetcars. Yesterday, as the last passenger struggled off at Queen, the doors seemed to linger a moment, before suddenly slamming shut with more force than usual, causing a loud, rattling bang -- which made one man, in a . . . ()

posted at 4:37:31 pm
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Monday, December 11, 2006

Two boys, on their way with other friends to a game of pick-up soccer, fell through a frozen pond yesterday. One, an eleven-year-old, is dead. The other, fifteen, is fighting for his life at Sick Children's Hospital. Both boys, after ignoring the warnings of their friends, stepped onto th . . . ()

posted at 3:47:31 pm
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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 . . . ()

posted at 7:07:37 pm
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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 . . . ()

posted at 11:58:15 am
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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 . . . ()

posted at 7:10:30 am
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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- . . . ()

posted at 7:24:49 am
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Monday, January 09, 2006

I have been enjoying the services of the TTC on almost every day for over two years -- and including today, I have now encountered on it a total of two people clipping their nails (finger or toe: unknown).That is two too many.Gross.

posted at 10:10:58 pm
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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


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