There are no bad jobs. There’s only bad pay. Being Finance Minister, chauffered around, wining, dining and travelling at public expense, should pay 10 bucks an hour. Cleaning public toilets for the TTC should bring in around a hundred thou a year.
Of all that was disgusting and continues to be disgusting about G20 security excesses in 2010 Toronto, the jailing and persecution of Byron Sonne was one of the worst. Today, our so-called judicial system finally declared him Not Guilty of anything and cut him loose.
Brian, Danica and I spent 3 hours in there today and it was just enough time to get all the way around the HUGE number of pieces on display. (Thanks for the iPhone snaps, Brian).
I don’t know where the time went. Full marks to the curators who organized the exhibition.
The three of us chose to go on Tuesday morning, said to be the lowest attendance period. We got right in without any problem. Although this is a timed exhibition, once you are inside, you can stay as long as you like…well, until closing anyway. Your ticket will get you into the whole of the gallery, so it would be great to set aside a whole day. You can see Picasso, leave for lunch (inside the AGO or anywhere in the city) and come back in to see everything else.
Highly recommended. You won’t get another chance like this unless you follow the show home to Paris. Kudos, AGO. I have mixed feelings about the “blockbuster” approach to art exhibits but in this case, I have to admit… no reservations at all. It was a great idea, well executed.
Just spectacular.
Yard sale!
Despite the handmade sign, wishes for a Happy Mothers Day are in vain at the East End Garden Centre. Soon “Mother” Tate’s 30 year old business will be facing a very closed Queen Street East. Crews are tearing up the road to replace streetcar tracks. “What am I going to do with all these plants?” she asked on TV news last night.
This has to be one of the worst possible times to hit her business with a road closure… right at the height of the planting season sales period.
Pardon my obsession with Toronto’s very homely garbage receptacles, but where else can you see this stuff? Someone left the door ajar so I could examine the inner workings,
First, the Ashbridge’s house on Queen Street East. The family once owned 300 acres of prime land, lake shore to Danforth, and ran a big farm. The grounds on the east side of the house are still large by today’s standards…very attractive and park-like.
Of the many such gingerbread houses that still exist in Toronto, this one at 28 Coxwell is one of the best preserved (restored?) that I have seen. Cute.
We’ve been getting our offices crown moulded and repainted. Next step: go through all of the pack ratted stuff that has accumulated, yard sale some and give away or dispose of the rest.
It feels good to lighten up, but some things need to be recorded before they disappear… like this response to a vacation memo I sent around the office when I was working at an ad agency on the McDonald’s account.
