Monday, December 26, 2005

The full bloom of August -- dazzlingly, oppressively, bakingly hot. On the corner of Gerrard East and Leslie, under the shade of a helpful tree, a fit, young member of Toronto's Finest is standing in full, authoritative, masculine uniform -- shiny mirrored shades, dark navy shirt, navy hat, navy . . . ()

posted at 5:21:37 pm
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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 . . . ()

posted at 7:39:45 pm
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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 . . . ()

posted at 4:32:36 pm
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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; . . . ()

posted at 10:12:06 pm
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Thursday, January 13, 2005

Heading south on Broadview, I have seated myself in the rear of the streetcar, curling my numb toes inside my shoes and flexing my gloved fingers; I had waited at the stop for twenty-five minutes, during which the temperature had dropped from 1C to -1C. I glance about. To my right is a middl . . . ()

posted at 8:58:15 pm
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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Queen and Leslie stop. The driver: Attractive, fit, probably in his early forties. An accent I can't quite place. Neat, pale blue shirt under a navy sweater vest -- unadorned but for the burgundy crest of the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) emblazoned on his left breast. Grey trousers, with . . . ()

posted at 4:35:16 pm
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Thursday, November 11, 2004

I live near: Nine schools, six dollar stores, two libraries, one bookstore, a Beer Store, two LCBOs, two funeral homes, a tavern, a strip club, an erotica "boutique", a car yard, DeGrassi St., a streetcar yard, a Weston bread factory, an Opera House, a Jehovah's Witnesses Kingdom Hall, the Hells . . . ()

posted at 10:45:51 pm
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Tuesday, October 05, 2004

She wore a faded denim jacket, stonewashed, over a white shirt with a classic collar. On anyone less youthful and sure, it would've been unfashionably plain. For warmth -- it was a chilly evening -- she tied a scarf around her neck, dark blue and mahogany silk, shot through with silver stran . . . ()

posted at 9:54:43 pm
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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

There seemed, I observed today, to be nothing more female than bra-shopping with your friends. Of course, there was also nothing more boring, especially if they kept shooting down your suggestions for blue lace and electric pink ribbon, and stuck instead to white cotton. Bah. Joined up later . . . ()

posted at 1:10:51 am
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Thursday, July 15, 2004

I was bringing my bicycle home after a tune-up and repairs. It's a Raleigh, from I'm guessing the 1950s, painted a deep scarlet red. Prompted by my mother, I took a short test spin down the street; having not been on a bike for over five years, the cool wind rushing past my face and through my ha . . . ()

posted at 10:29:13 pm
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