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Street smarts

There once was a time when I rarely ventured downtown. After working there for 4.5 years I got used to the place. There can be a lot of weirdness down there so there’s a need to be aware of one’s surroundings. I don’t think it’s fear so much as street smarts. Not everyone out there is friendly. Earlier, I was walking to a subway station after having taken in a show. As I was going three young people were walking in my direction, kind f shoulder to shoulder. From a quick analysis they seemed to be dressed shabbily. Based on their walk I could have assumed they were drugged or slightly drunk. I wasn’t going to go far out of my way to avoid them so I just kept pace. As I got closer, the guy in the middle seemed to start mirroring my position. Soon, it looked like he was going to intentionally try to bump me. I deftly avoided, but I felt the side of his shoe collide with mine. No harm, no foul. I just continued on, but I had a heightened awareness of my surroundings. I made sure that those guys didn’t turn and follow. And I mean why would they? Would they really cause a fuss in the middle of Queen St. W? If so I know how to draw attention.

So this situation has got me thinking. What if they actually bumped me? Would they have accused me of bumping into them and then starting a fight? Would they have pulled a knife to get my stuff? Whatever. No point overanalyzing because none of that happened. All the same, it’s bullshit. I guess it’s all a part of being in the city, but…WTF?

I love this city

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Of parking in the core

Every time I use on-the-street parking in Toronto I admit to getting a little apprehensive. Even after buying a parking ticket I still walk up and down the street scanning street signs for indications that I am allowed to park where I parked. Even when that fear is settled there’s another part of me that worries about being towed for something irrational. Maybe I parked too close to a fire hydrant. I don’t know. Then there’s always the underlying fear that some random fuck will ding my car, or smash a window to grab something random, or puke or piss all over it. All of this is irrational, I’m sure. All the same, I just want to be sure that my vehicle is safe. It’s not a high-end car by any means. Still, I don’t need the stress of wondering how to fix the car if something bad happens to it Bah.

Where’s the film crew?

Why was I exhausted yesterday? Well, I participated in an Amazing Race-like event that took place in the heart of Toronto. I really didn’t know it existed until a friend told me about it. He found a Groupon for the event and needed a partner to make a team. I agreed. He had two other pairs of friends and they all decided that we should all be an alliance. Fine by me. Given that there were about 250 or so teams, we wanted to do fairly well. At about noon we were all given a clue envelope. It had 12 clues, some of which told us to go directly to a certain location to do a certain challenge. Others had a puzzle involved that gave an address upon completion. Honestly, the clues weren’t so bad. Given that we were allowed to use Smartphones, we were able to get all 12 locations mapped out fairly easily. I was actually able to get some clues that required unscrambling by cross-referencing BlogTO or Torontoist listings. Those two sites are entirely useful resources. We ended up identifying three clumps of clue locations which we decided to attack one after another.

For travelling around we were told that we could only go on foot or by public transportation. Seems like for a lot of the day we were sprinting. You, the reader, should know that I am not a sprinter in the least. I can hold my own, but really I am a long haul type person. And if I waste all of my energy sprinting early on I’ll only end up burning out quickly. For the first few clues we were around a gaggle of women in pink who were obviously allied together. They seemed to follow us around. We finished the clues at about the same rate, so we saw a lot of them. We ran hard with them, and it seemed like we were all having fun being competitive. I remember one of them yelling: “Just follow the Asians!” Yeah. Classy. At a candy store clue they eventually left us behind. We were having a lot of difficulty identifying mystery Jelly Belly flavours. It was way more difficult than necessary. Seriously.

On some legs it was really difficult identifying whether it would be faster taking transit or running the distance. We made a few bad decisions here and there, but overall we made it through well enough. As we covered clumps, we often saw the same teams at the different stops. It was hard to tell whether we were ahead or behind since it was possible that they covered the clues in a different order than we had done. As we ran through the streets, I could hear strangers commenting how The Amazing Race might be going on through the city. Heh. Rookie mistake to think that. Where’s the film crew? By the last few clues the unnecessary sprinting had caught up to me. Along with a lack of food energy to keep me going I was starting to suffer dehydration. I was dry as hell, and all of the fluids I had brought along were done. I didn’t buy water because I figured that would slow me down. While my teammates were still sprinting I was slowing down to walk. It wasn’t pretty. Didn’t matter to me though. I knew that I’d contributed a heck of a lot to the team by clue solving, mapping, and planning. So there.

After our final task, we got on a bus to head back to the finish line. The bus was packed with people who were also heading back. As soon as our stop came up we all piled out and started bolting for the finish line. I swear, we had cut off a few lanes of traffic. I didn’t start it, but since someone already did I just followed along. We did really well. I think we came in at 3 hours and 24 minutes. We heard that the winners came in at 2:08. We also learned that we were in the top 100 of the 250+ teams. Neat! I swear, we had an awesome time. Could we have done better if I was able to run better? Sure. At the same time, taking transit more efficiently would have worked just as well. I’m perfectly content with my Smartphone and Google-Fu. I’m sure there were more legal tricks we could have done along the way, too. In any case, would I want to do this again next year? You bet. Even though I was feeling wrecked and exhausted after the fact, it was all well worth it. Great afternoon out.

In town with mom

My parents don’t really venture downtown all that much. It’s mostly because they’re unfamiliar with it and my father kind of has a bit of taste aversion for the place. I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but he certainly wouldn’t want to be walking around there. Anyway, on several occasions my mom’s expressed interest in heading into the city with me. I think she missed being in more populous areas. I decided to make Saturday the day when we’d head down. I warned her though that there would be a lot of walking involved. Just like me she has horribly flat feet. And just like me walking around for extended periods used to be tough. Luckily, I know that the time she’s been putting into going to the gym has made her a lot stronger.

I walked over to their place early in the morning and head a bit of breakfast before the two of us headed out. We took the bus down to the subway station, and from there we headed into town. As we rode, I pointed out different stations where I’d get off to do my day-to-day activities. In doing so she got some sense of just how far I had to travel to get to things. It just so happened that this weekend a portion of one of the subway lines was closed. Unfortunately it was a section that we were planning on using. Instead I took her on a detour to a nearby station, and from there we walked to the downtown mall. As we walked I kept a close eye on her. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. She held up remarkably well. Really, she was spending some time just taking in the sights, and that was fine with me. When we arrived at the Eaton Centre she seemed kind of excited. She hadn’t been there in many years. I just followed her around for a bit before we split off. We agreed that she’d give me a call when she was done. I just wandered around looking at random things.

After we were done shopping we agreed to head to Chinatown. It’s a bit of a walk, and I think it would have been fine, but she revealed to me that she wasn’t really wearing sensible footwear. Well, midway there I decided it would be prudent to take a break and have lunch. We stopped by a Korean restaurant, and that’s where I introduced her to bibimbap. She enjoyed it, which made me happy. After that and a short visit to my favourite tea shop (she noticed that they knew my name) we hiked up to Chinatown. She seemed excited to go shopping for some exotic fruit. She ended up buying a dragon fruit just out of novelty. Since we were in the area I also took her through Kensington Market to visit some bakeries and the European deli. All throughout, people were milling about carrying out business as usual. I thought that it was a good thing to show mom that Toronto really can be a lively place. It’s easy to forget that if all you see are the suburbs.

When we were done instead of taking the subway all the way back I decided to have us take the 506 streetcar across town back to our neck of the woods before taking a subway and bus back home. I figured that it would expose her to other neighbourhoods that she would probably never otherwise see. We agreed that even though the streetcar was slower and more crowded, at least there would be more to look at.

In the end, I think she was satisfied with the outing. I’m sure she wants to head out again another weekend. I kind of want to show her how to access the trains from Union Station on her own, and I want to check out the St. Lawrence Market together one morning. I want her to experience the city as I’ve come to know it from working downtown. Those are all noble goals, but ultimately I’m just glad to be spending time with her. Ever since moving out we really haven’t done much together. This time is golden. Need to take advantage while I can, you know?

Eating the world

Anyone could probably go on about how you can find any type of nationality of food if you know where to look here in Toronto. Such a person would probably be right. Over the past week or so I’ve been eating out, kind of out of necessity because we have some people visiting in office that don’t have a vehicle, and it’s somewhat tough to get to many places without driving. In order to stave off food-boredom we’ve been trying to hit different places. Across the street we had Chinese once or twice and Japanese on a different day. Last week we tried Italian, and today was Vietnamese. It wasn’t until it was drawn to our attention that we realized: there’s really a proliferation of Asian restaurants in the north end of the city. It makes sense since there’s a heavy concentration of people of Asian descent up there, but wow. I mean, going back to what I said in the first sentence, this is a city that takes pride in its multicultural fabric. You’d think we’d be able to hit more varied places, no? Need to try harder.

{ Was so proud. Thought I submitted this one early. Turns out I didn’t hit submit. Oops. }

Outgrowing the shell

Took a stroll around my old work neighbourhood today. I took away two observations. First, spring is definitely coming. People were milling about the city making it feel vibrant again. It’s alive! Secondly, having been absent for one month it feels totally odd walking around those parts again. It’s like I’m no longer part of the fabric. I feel like an outside observer. Even seeing one small change in the storefronts was enough to make me feel like a stranger. Got a haircut at my favourite place. Got a cup of tea from my favourite tea shop. Both were kind of comforting. Well, as much as the familiar made me feel at ease, there’s no need to make it a daily thing. It’s like a hermit crab outgrowing its shell. Time to move on.

V-Day cookie

I was walking around after work. Over at the corner of Queen and Spadina this really cheerful woman was handing out things from a basket. As I passed she gave me a cookie from that basket while exclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day! Spread the love!” The cookie was thin and heart-shaped. The heart was dotted with sprinkles and had a little centre of some blue chewy thing. It was in a small plastic baggie and had a quoted line of prose written in Times New Roman on a little slip of paper inside. According to the slip, the line on mine was from The Secret Life of Bees. Anyway, I’m sure I smirked when i got it, but at the very least I gave her thanks. She was just so earnest. I stuffed the cookie in my pocket. Well, one obvious thought crossed my mind.

Random chick just gave me a Valentine's cookie at Queen and Spadina. The cookie is probably poison. #AntiVDay
@jnery
Jay Nery

Yeah, what if the cookie was poisoned? Accepting food from a total stranger? Craziness. Well, hours later, I remembered how earnest and enthusiastic the youthful woman was. And upon looking at the cookie I figured that if there’s something wrong with it I probably wouldn’t be horribly poisoned from it. So…I did the unthinkable: I ate it.

And here I lie, writing about it. My faith in humanity is restored.

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