Day 5 and the second blog post, not doing so bad. If I wrote one everyday, you’d be horribly bored and I would seem horribly boring. I’m not exactly on a whirlwind world wide trip here, and for all I know this Toronto fandango could go one for ions – so let’s keep the blog posts at once a week, if I’m lucky. Starting this blog was my new years resolution and so far so good, but seeing as its still month one, I won’t buy myself a congratulatory cake just yet. Speaking of new years resolutions, check out this link from my new Toronto-based Rethink colleagues, inspirational fodder if ever I did see it.
It seems that everyone around me is giving their 2011 resolutions a valiant effort. And yes, it is only January but we’re almost four weeks in and, if I do say so myself, that’s a pretty good run. Anyone I know has never really made it past the first week. Although what’s nice to see this year is that most of my friends, and myself included have made tangible and realistic goals to reach for. None of this ‘eat 11 salads a day’ or ‘run to the airport with a bag of large onions on my back everyday twice a day and then three times on Sunday’. Everyone around me seems to be making life resolutions, they see a path ahead of them that they’ve always wanted to take, and I think 2011 is the year we’ll all try. It must be a quarter-life crisis thing. We’re all leaning that little bit closer to thirty (holy shit, did I just write that?!) and reality is starting to creep up our spines like a wet sausage being pulled up your back on a string. Its creepy, and no one likes it. But alas, its reality – and like the 1990’s coming-of-age film starring Winona Ryder so aptly puts it, reality bites.
You know what else bites? The weather. The cold is biting, and it bites my face. I braved six months Finland in the dead of winter but this, sir, is ungodly. My face is so cracked and dry that I fear it may crumble if I smile. So I opt to not smile, which seems to work well here. I’ll be a true Torontonian in no time. I jest, they are a lovely people. Much the same as Vancouverians, if a little colder and with faces a little more cracked. Although Vancouver does have more crack heads. So in short, Toronto has crack faces, and Vancouver has crack heads. Speaking of crack heads, you’d be one not to want these jeans in your life. Insulated denim? What took you so long!
So in short, the last five days have been cold. Sunday is meant to drop to minus twenty and so I should warn you now that if you never hear from me again, its because I’ve made my fortune flogging insulated denim and don’t need you or this stupid blog anymore. I can also tell you that I’ve not seen much of Toronto in daylight, so there’s not much else for me to report on this city. I have however, spent many hours in the Rethink Toronto office, which has a slightly interrupted view of the CN tower, so I feel like I’ve seen it all.
I’ve also been to the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) where I saw the Maharaja exhibition, whose campaign my pals Jordan Cohen and Leia Rogers worked on back in Vancouver. They worked like slaves for months on it so it was cool to see everything in the flesh. Including but not limited to a gold-gilded Rolls Royce from the 40’s and several bejewelled and bedazzled embellishments. It was pretty impressive.Not nearly as impressive as the Bedazzler itself, but almost as impressive as the Indian feast we, um, feasted on in the Johdpor Club in Baldwin Village afterwards. Amazing. And what better way to round up an evening of Indian indulgences? Why, karaoke in Korea town of course! A wonderfully splendid Rethink evening, if I do say so myself.
So tomorrow is Saturday and, as far as I know, there’s no packing that needs to be done, no movers arriving, and no flights to catch. This excites me deeply. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to see some of Toronto by day. If my face doesn’t crack when I step outside, I might even get to take some photos.
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