“His answers are unfiltered and to-the-point, often poignant but always unsentimental, not rude but refusing to infest the garden of honest human communication with the Victorian-seeded, American-sprouted weed of pointless politeness.”
Maria Popova is speaking about Werner Herzog in a book review on her blog, BrainPickings.
Yeah, I know… I’m asking for it. Not only messing up a Bible quote, but taunting the weather gods, all for a cheap heading over an abandoned wasp’s nest. Blizzards, soon.
It WAS a seriously mild day, today. Almost Spring-like. We discovered another Free Little Library, too. Flowering. It’s on Parkmount, east of Coxwell and a bit south of the Danforth. No finds we wanted today, but a nicely made unit. LOTS of windows.
The candies are placed on the checkerboard, positioned to trick the eye. If the candies are removed, the apparent distortion disappears.
Ever wonder how they get shredded wheat to fit in the spoon when they take those beautiful food shots for packaging?
It’s easy! Just snap the large pieces along the indented lines.
Voila! Spoon size shredded wheat!
On its own, my iMac displayed this notification today. What it will do tomorrow? [Answer:] Boxing Day Tomorrow.
Once most of the townhouses had been constructed on the site of a former Catholic school, two pits appeared at the ends of the rows, one on each side of the street. Danica wondered what they were for.
My guess was to make basements for two houses, but I was wrong. Four houses! Two in each pit.
Such is Toronto the real estate market at the moment. Land anywhere near downtown is precious. Yards have been replaced with flowerpots so that living space can be maximized.
Personally, I favour this development. Denser housing is better than urban sprawl. More people can enjoy the big city and work in it, with less time wasted on long, slow commutes. Denser populations also mean more potential customers for small, local businesses. There are a lot of plusses, and we can still have human-scale, tree-lined streets, without jammng everybody into high rises. Granted, these not-yet-finished townhouses look rather bleak at the moment, but that will soften when new maples grow in a bit.
A little bit of drizzle but mild. We are getting a West Coast winter so far. Today’s walk took me into the Kew Gardens Park where I looked up to Queen Street East from the shelter of the bandstand.
The park also holds a nice little fountain, erected in 1920 by public subscription to honour a good guy doctor who had died treating patients in the great flu epidemic a couple of years earlier. Dr. William D. Young provided healthcare, especially to local children, long before medicare.
The centrepiece of the fountain is a nicely sculpted bronze of a little boy. The sculpture, by Toronto artist Frances Gage was installed in 1975, replacing a sculpted figure by Florence Wyle. I’d like to see the original figure, but haven’t found a photo yet.
Photo credit: Chimay Bleue
The preliminary hype for Toronto’s upcoming PanAm Games set Danica and me wondering, “What other international games have been hosted in our city?” We figured that the olympic-size pool at the foot of Woodbine must have been built for some big event, but we know that the Olympics were never held here.
Turns out, it’s not so easy finding out much about the Donald D. Summerville Outdoor Pool. Architect: Unknown. Built in? 1963? Oh well, those grey little facts are trivial compared with the best one. Apparently the “olympic-size” pool is a a tad smaller than it is supposed to be, due to a mistake in the conversion of measurements to metric. I presume this means it could never be used for real competition. Continue reading
Here’s a problem that had not occurred to me. Thanks for the clipping, Brian.
Our friend Sue has a fine sense of proportion. As a thank-you to Danica (whose offline identity is “Donna”), she arranged for a ginormous arrangement of gorgeous flowers to be delivered today.
Yes, the favour was a big one, but when a friend is in need, “Donna” is a friend indeed. She helped with an emergency move of an apartment full of stranded possessions by renting a cargo van and driving them from Toronto to Kingston.
Amusingly, the card that came with the bouquet names the sender as “to” … apparently a mis-hearing of “Sue” when the message was taken down. No worries, we know it was you, Sue, and you really know how to say “thanks” in a big way!