Some dick on craigslist

I saw an good appt listing on Toronto-Craigslist today.
Called the guy up at 9:00am and nobody picked up.

He called back at 11:00 and was all pissed off. I tried asking about the place, next thing you know, the guy was like "I am real busy," and just hung up. WTF?

If you don't want your place rented out, don't advertise.

Now I know. Amerie

Even before "1 Thing" I thought this girl was hot. Now I just found out she is Half-Korean. How cool is that? Hello, Asian sister! A very fine sister, at that.

Among my friends love is a great sorrow

I was hanging out with my friend today and we started talking all the way on the Spadina-University line.

One thing led to another and suddenly I started telling him about all my other friends who are pairing off -- "squiring."

I started telling him about how a lot of my friends aren't really marrying for love. They are all hitting the "quarter-life" stage -- 25 years old. They are transitioning to real adulthood where it is no longer crass to judge others by the size of their stock portfolio.

Stability becomes key. And many of my friends -- males -- are just looking to get married to whatever girl that can provided them with "home and hearth." Lots of them want children, a little slugger to play catch with, that type of thing.

It's a scary thought for me. I have a hard time thinking like that.

Anywho, my friend Cliff, he is a little younger, and didn't know anybody that's transitioning to that stage yet. So, he was more than a little surprised when I talk about how many of my friends don't want to marry a woman they love.

It's too unstable, I told him, they need a woman to keep them on track, not somebody that lits the fire. The fire of love is the most wonderful feeling in the world, but they so often go out of control and your whole world get burned. Much safer with vegetable love. After all, Mrs. Bennet is not as bad as most people think.

I don't think he quite got it. I think I should've been a "safe-speaker" and kept quiet. Or better yet showed him Housman's poem.

More on railcars

Okay.

I took a bus yesterday on Dundas East as oppose to the normal streetcar ride from Yonge to Sacksville.

It was different.

The bus did feel a little more crowded. Noisy. Also bumpy.

I retract much what I said earlier about "railcar madness"... although not too much. There is still a strange religiousity with the streetcar group, especially in T.O., I find disturbing.

Oh, B! Further trials of an autoparts mogul.

Belinda is rocking the boat again.

The latest (implied) word from the CBC was that Peter and Belinda broke up. (They were using past tenses all morning to refer to their relationship.)

There was also a suggestion that the defection came about as a result from a heated exchange between B and Harper. Allegedly, B liked some parts of the Liberal budget. (Who doesn't east of Manitoba?)

A alternate subway map for Toronto

This is great!

It's what Toronto should've been if it were not for a decade of failed transit funding policies.

http://www.sonivius.com/~steph/newttc.pdf

More visions of America

I must censor myself for not writing in this more often. I've been busy. It's hard. Computer was broken. Blogger was acting up...... basically, I dropped the ball. Shame on me.

Anywho, I was reading again Whitman and pondered and thought of his wonderous lightness. His poems are "more brilliant than the sun."

I don't want to tread upon tired conventions, but somethings are eternal. It is nice when you find wisdom in the words of the old. Whitman's "As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores" so aptly describe every image we have of America.

http://www.bartleby.com/142/152.html

I especially like:

A Nation announcing itself,
I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated,
I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms.

A breed whose proof is in time and deeds;
What we are, we are—nativity is answer enough to objections;
We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
We are executive in ourselves—We are sufficient in the variety of ourselves,
We are the most beautiful to ourselves, and in ourselves;
We stand self-pois’d in the middle, branching thence over the world;
From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn.

Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or sinful in ourselves only.

(O mother! O sisters dear!
If we are lost, no victor else has destroy’d us;
It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)

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It's so damn unapologetic. So fresh, so surely.
So much to love and so much to hate in George Bush's America.

this is a test of plog!