End of '09

As usual I've been delinquent with my posts! However, this time I have a darned good excuse ... I was in Costa Rica for the past month.

Yes, they have computers and the internet in Costa Rica ... but this trip was a time to unplug. No tv, no phone, no computer ... it's amazing what you can see when you're not distracted by so much noise!

I posted some pictures here.

Well, another year is about to end and another to begin. Let's hope 2010 is a good one!

Lies, big fat lies!

It really is a charmed life when the biggest problem of the day is that the claims made by my antiperspirant are found to be categorically false!

"Flawless?" Hardly! Just look at the sides of my bra! The insides of my shirts - especially the black polo! Do they really think that waxy, powdery film on my clothing is "flawless?"

This is not my idea of "going on clear." The use of the word 'clear' makes be think see-through, not visible ... but alas.

Then again, just because a window is clear doesn't mean you can't both see it and see through it!

The Height of the Commute

I experienced one of those moments that makes you glad (and this doesn't happen very often, usually I'm just indifferent) you take public transit.

I was on the westbound Bloor train, travelling to the St George stop. Standing beside me was a rather tall young man. Just after pulling out of the Bay St stop I overheard him say, "I'm six-six."

I looked to my left, where the young man was standing, and I noticed another very tall young man standing next to him! I guess he boarded the subway at Bay. The second very tall young man replied, "I'm six-five." Soon the two were chatting about their height, and no doubt all the doorways they had to duck through - they were so cute!

Ridin' with the herd

It all started at the Yonge-Bloor subway.

I was making my way to work this morning, standing on the Bloor platform waiting for the westbound train with the rest of the herd.

Train pulls in and stops ... people file off. Except for the "door-fungus" who made it difficult for anyone trying to get on the train. Nothing new.

We arrive at St George station where most of the train's passengers disembark, except for the "door-fungus." That is until an irate (and rightly so) passenger braces himself and scrapes the "blockage out" of the way with his left arm. Ha, ha ... should have seen the kid's face!

The herd, including myself, makes its way toward the stairs. We begin to climb in unison, moving slightly to the right to make way for the brave commuters trying to descend the stairs to the platform.

We get part of the way up the stairs and I look up only to find myself "snout-to-ass" with the woman in front of me. Unfortunately for me she was wearing a pair of low-rider pants.

Not only did I get an eyeful of her lower back, I was also privy to about 3 inches of the crack of her ass. No underwear, thong or any undergarment of any kind - just the crack of her ass!

To say that I was grossed-out would be an understatement. C'mon lady, buy a real pair of pants!

I guess stupid comes in all shapes n' sizes?!

Nice day, eh?

On Wednesday morning, on my way to work, a young man - likely a UofT student - said to me as we both ascended the stairs at Queen's Park station, "nice day, eh?!"

His voice had the sense of someone who's been waiting a long time to say that - after all the rain we've had this summer, I know how he feels.

The moment he spoke those words I realized I had been completely absorbed in my self. His words shattered that cocoon and brought the outside world to my attention. It occurred to me how easy it is to become caught up in my own mind.

I was grateful for the 'awakening,' I replied, "it certainly is!"

Everyday? Not quite!

I throw my hands in the air! I'm not very consistent when it comes to updating my blog, but it's not like I didn't warn you ...

I did post some photos from my trip to NYC if you would like to take a look

That's it for now ... I really should be working on a group assignment. I've been procrastinating for the past 2 hours, that should be enough, eh?

The photo: Joie de Vivre, by Mark di Suvero. Located in Zuccotti Park, Lower Manhattan.

Head down ...

Every morning, well what seems like every morning, I walk by this man who is always walking up Yonge St with his head down.

The man, wearing shades of brown and beige with sensible shoes, never seems to walk with his head up. Marching along, maybe he is deep in thought?

One morning, after an evening rainfall, he just marched through a puddle like it wasn't there. He, with head down, just walked through it!

I didn't see him this morning...