What Would Michael J. Fox Do?

Ok.  So back to my time-travel internal debate for a moment here…

LEGO my ego!

I came across this post through one of my students via facebook.   I really enjoy the thought and depth that these ‘brick builders’ use to create these PHENONMENAL sculptures.  I’m only on page two of this site, and my mind is already swimming with questions like “how the heck do you get involved in this??” and “how the heck do you even begin to think about building one of these??”.

Herbs your daddy?

What a wonderful play on words!  It took me all day to think up that one.  Well, as it turns out, I’m the proud poppa of about 15 new stalks of herbs that I am growing in my tiny little swlf-watering greenhouse, and boy am I ever proud indeed!  And I’m going to name them all … Herbert.  This could get confusing…

To all the other ‘me’s in the world…

We all do it. I do it. You do it. Heck, if monkeys knew how to do it, they would too… that’s right. We all search for our name on Google to see what comes up. I’m pretty fortunate: my name is moderately unique.  Unlike John Smith or Jane Doe, my last name is fairly uncommon (at least in Canada) and my first and last name together all the more so.  That said, there are other ‘me’s out there.  I once called a Ben McEvoy in Ireland when I was younger and less reserved in fact.  (I hung up right away, mind you – concerns of an matter/anti-matter nature …) That being said, I have from time to time been keeping close tabs on my other ‘me’ brethren in the world, and I’ve noticed something very PECULIAR.

People crossing the street through traffic

I live in Toronto, and this is a scientific fact.  As a result of this, I am continually presented with interesting ‘big city’ insights that I’ve slowly started to explore in a deeper, and undeniably more holistic, manner.  Up until recently, I have also been an avid transit user, even after bizzare incidents of pushing, stabbing and shooting, along with the occasional wild-cat worker’s strike.  But recently, this all changed, as my mom loaned me her car for the past week, and my perspective on Toronto shifted ever so slightly.  And this is what I’ve noticed… People crossing the road through heavy traffic do something really strange.

Is the recession a state of mind?

Here’s an interesting question I’m sure has been asked a few times already:  Is this recession a state of mind?  I’m not an economist OR a psychologist.  Or a socialiologist.  (Or a geologist for that matter).

But what I am is a constant observer of human nature and behaviour for fun and profit. 

Some thoughts on a very blah Wednesday afternoon

So, I went out for lunch with my Mom today at Sushi on Bloor, hands down (as I claim on my twitterblog) the best sushi dollar for dollar, in Toronto. (Yeah, I said it. Bring on the counter-arguments) ANYWHO, I managed to finally, FINALLY, find that Wii Fit I had been hunting for over the past 8 months, which is in of itself a good story, but not related to this post.  She was happy, I was happy, and I’m sure my Dad will be happy to come home to my Mom snowboarding in the living room this afternoon.  Life is good when you can buy presents for your Mom

After lunch I decided to take care of some unfinished business with my gym membership, now that I am officially a member of the Jewish Community (Centre), and made my way to the humming up/downtown core of Toronto at Bay/Bloor.  As I wandered to the corner of Bay and Bloor, I arrived at my first musing of many musings, for this fairly slow afternoon.  And this must warrant my first blog post.